I am green tea in the master-disciple abuse essay

Ruoqing couldn't figure out who he was in this memory, he couldn't help but think about who died because of Ji Tingsheng before, did Ji Tingsheng die because of Ye Jiao, or the person who asked Ji Tingsheng to donate money?

And who is he in Yiling's memory? Was he a villain who did all kinds of bad things in his previous life?If the troubled times were caused by Nie Taki, should Ji Tingsheng's death be blamed on Nie Taki?Is it because Nie Long didn't kill those people directly, so the red thread surrounded him, but didn't directly wrap around his hands?

Is this the case?

wrong.

Nie Long did not appear in Ji Tingsheng's death, only a person who asked Ji Tingsheng to donate money and Ye Jiao...

And he called Eleven in his dream, if Su Zhi is that Eleven, what is his relationship with Su Zhi, why he can't remember anything, but always remembers to keep Eleven...

Could it be that he had a good relationship with Su Zhi in his previous life?

Also, Nie Taki deliberately released Kaimeng, but Kaimeng has not appeared now, did someone stop Nie Taki?

And seeing that the royal family has not changed, Ruoqing thinks that the person who stopped Nie Long might not be able to walk out of Ye Jiao's era alive in the end.

And what position does Qingtan Patriarch occupy in this story? Why did the thing that sealed Kaimeng fall into the hands of Qingtan Patriarch?

To be honest, Ruoqing couldn't sort out these messed up stories, only to be disturbed by the tragic situation of Chen Ji'an and Yiling.He thought that after being deceived by Suyin and abandoned by Fu Yanchen, he had developed a hard-hearted heart. He never imagined that such a self would feel melancholy for the misfortune of Yiling and Chen Ji'an.

But the story of the past has been subverted today. The tyrant and demon queen who has been scolded for so many years is just a poor man who guards his own fantasy.

They didn't even feel sorry for anyone, and they were made the biggest sinners in the world by Nie Taki.And the woman who was leading the child on the path under the sea, and the figures of Chen Ji'an and Yi Ling sitting in the hall seemed to be shrouded in an unusual light.

At the moment when they stick to the bottom line, the current royal family's practice of stealing scales and Ruoqing's selfishness become invisible.

But what if you know this?

Where should Ruoqing put herself?

The dream stopped here, and the surrounding scenes darkened with the end of this past.In the dark, Ruoqing couldn't see the way ahead, and didn't know where he should go. When he was standing still, a light appeared in front of his eyes.

The light broke through the fog in front of him and drove away the darkness little by little.

A familiar hand immediately appeared in front of Ruoqing's eyes.

Strange to say, Ruoqing with a white face knew that this hand was there to save him.

Ruoqing stretched out her hand to grab the hand that appeared suddenly, followed the pull of that hand and walked into a white light, and then the white light was so dazzling that Ruoqing couldn't help but close her eyes, and after closing her eyes and opening them again At that time, he woke up from a coma, his blurred vision met a piece of white clothes, and looking up, he saw Chanrong's slightly angry eyes.

The man got angry, and his face was paler and colder than before, like a jade color made of frost and snow.

Ruoqing saw that Chanrong was in a bad mood, but Ruoqing herself was also in a bad mood, so she blinked and didn't say anything to Chanrong.

Ruoqing didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he didn't know when Chanrong found him. He was relieved the moment Chanrong pulled him out of the darkness, but he didn't have much energy to continue looking at Chanrong.

Seeing that Ruoqing was sluggish, Chanrong pursed her lips, stretched out her hand and touched Ruoqing's sweaty neck, seeing Ruoqing's uncomfortable face, the fire in her heart was burning hotter and hotter.

He doesn't like if Ruoqing gets hurt, and he doesn't like that the eldest princess always takes Ruoqing around, but because the eldest princess is Ruoqing's mother, he can't lose his temper with the eldest princess, so he simply ignores the eldest princess and looks aside. Ning Ying raised her hand.

Seeing him reaching out his hand, Ning Ying panicked.

Without waiting for the Eldest Princess to stop her, Ning Ying's figure disappeared, and she came to Chanrong from her side.

The eldest princess was frightened by Chanrong's action, she couldn't help but took a step back and shouted: "Chang Jing!"

And Ning Ying, who was caught by Chanrong, still doesn't know what happened.

Her eyes were lost, she knelt obediently in front of Chanrong, and when the eldest princess looked over in horror, she let Chanrong play with her like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Chanrong put her hands on Ning Ying's head, and her deep eyes met Ning Ying's eyes, as if she was trying to see what secrets Ning Ying had hidden in her heart.Immediately afterwards, he withdrew his hand, somewhat looking down on the eldest princess, too lazy to talk to the eldest princess, and instead picked up the long sword beside him.

At this time, Ruoqing, who was in a state of desperation, looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Seeing this, Chanrong stroked his hair, "Go to sleep." He tidied the bedding for Ruoqing, "I'll go and have a look, I'll be back soon."

What is Chanrong going to see?

Ruoqing wanted to ask him, but he couldn't make a sound.

The eldest princess didn't know what Chanrong wanted to see. She was worried that the old palace would be exposed, and her voice became more irritable: "What are you going to see? Can you treat this palace as a dead person? Is the palace a place where you can come and go freely!"

Chanrong didn't seem to have her in his eyes, no matter how much she put on the airs of the eldest princess, he ignored her.

He walked very lightly, without anyone leading him, he found the palace road that Bai Ruoqing had gone by, and walked towards the mahogany door.

There was a "creak" sound, and a gust of wind blew beside him. The wind didn't help when he walked to the door and blew the old door open, as if someone was welcoming him.

And he had a cold face, not afraid in his heart, because after reading Ning Ying's memory, he went directly to the place where Bai Ri Ruoqing had been, and accurately found the woman in the palace.

The woman didn't sleep when he went, but sat on the ice bed in a daze, muttering something.

She seemed to have been stimulated a lot, she sat on the bed and swayed slightly, like reeds on both sides of a dry river, the feeling of desolation and loneliness kept rising and rising against the old scene.

And her body was covered with boughs when she died, so things that touched her would soon be covered with a thick layer of frost.

The reason why Ruoqing felt the pain on the side of her face was unbearable because she touched Ruoqing, and Lou Zhi entered Ruoqing's face.

Chanrong doesn't know Lou Zhi, but only knows that she or the man in the corner is Ruoqing's sinful debt.

He didn't care about anything else, the only thought in his mind was to get rid of Ruoqing's debts, so he asked without thinking, "What do you want?"

The woman ignored him, still looking blankly.

Chanrong's eyes flickered slightly, and she looked past her at the corpse lying behind the bed.

He walked over with a sullen face, intending to observe the corpse behind the woman's bed, but he didn't expect that the woman would suddenly raise her head the moment she passed by her.

She seemed to feel something.

Confused, she raised her head to look at Chanrong, slowly tilted her head, and called out hesitantly, "Uncle... Gong?"

Take a step.

Chanrong was stunned for a moment.

Uncle?

Who is her uncle?

Chanrong was about to open her mouth to say who are you calling, but was blinded by a gust of wind.

And the woman grabbed him by the hem of his clothes when he stopped, her voice was hurried and hoarse, and she grabbed him like she was holding on to the last straw.

She yelled in a hurry: "Uncle? Uncle! I wrote you a letter! I've got someone to invite you to Ningshui!"

"Uncle!" The more she spoke, the more urgent she got up from the bed, came to the back of Chanrong and knelt down with a plop, "Uncle, save Chen Ji'an! Uncle, save him!"

Chanrong turned her head, just about to ask her why she called him uncle, the woman pressed her head again, her expression became very flustered, then she raised her hand and waved, Chanrong walked out of the front palace like Qing was kicked out.

And then it began to rain outside.

Chanrong stood in the rain with his sword in his hand, the woman's words and that desperate voice were all in front of his ears.

For unknown reasons, he felt a little uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes, and the drizzle flowed down his brows and eyes. Even if his expression didn't change much, it could let those who saw him know that he was a little upset.He was holding the sword, and in front of him was the old vermilion door, but no matter how he tried to break in this time, it was like a phantom sea, allowing his body to pass through it countless times but he couldn't enter.

He seems to have become a visitor rejected by the old palace.

Chanrong didn't force it, he stood in front of the door, "You call me uncle, and you ask me to save someone, you should tell me why you called me uncle, and how do you want me to save this person?"

With the sound of falling, thunder sounded.

But the old vermilion door on the opposite side was tightly closed and refused to open.

Chanrong glanced at the thunderstorm that was coming, put away his sword and walked back, but the palace road was deep and deep, the rainwater flowed along the blue tiles on both sides, wet the stone slabs under his feet, reflecting a narrow palace road like A clean but sad mirror.And the mirror was filled with water, and when he stepped on it, impure circles spread out. His cold and serious face was wet by the rain, and he did not look embarrassed, but like a flower floating on the water and falling on the mirror. Qinghe.

In fact, the way back to find Ruoqing is not too far, but he looked at the arched golden dragon gate above his head covering the entire palace, and for some reason he was very interested in the golden dragon's closed eyes.

It was a majestic golden dragon. Its head was facing the sky, and thin golden threads flowed from both ends of the head and tail. The golden threads covered the palace wall below, which was majestic, powerful and delicate.

Chan Rong saw this door when she entered the palace earlier.

At that time, he looked at this door and was not interested in this door. Now he looks at this door, but feels that he really wants to see what the dragon head looks like above.

And if you want to do it.

He pulled out the sword, and the long sword was unsheathed in one go. The blade of the sword caught the falling rain and threw it out again, forming half a light blue circle of light, leaving large and small circles.

When the drizzle fell, he had already arrived at the position of the dragon's head against the rain, and stopped opposite the dragon's eye.

At this time, the chief sent by the eldest princess was standing behind him obliquely, holding an oil-paper umbrella and silently looking at him.

Because of reading Ning Ying's memory, Chanrong knew that the woman in the old palace was Changliu's mermaid, and he also knew the meaning of the Golden Dragon Gate to the eldest princess, but he didn't care about the eldest princess's thoughts, and he didn't care whether she wanted it or not. Come here by yourself and continue to move forward.

At the same time, the leader below actually lifted the umbrella up, and his expression became very serious.

Chanrong stared at the golden dragon statue, but the rain that fell from the sky would not be merciless, and would not stop the rain just because the people standing below were royal family and nobles.

The rain is getting heavier.

Facing the wind and rain, the Golden Dragon Gate is still sitting here firmly, accepting the baptism of the drizzle like a beautiful face.

Thin streams of water silently flowed down the golden facial lines, but the smooth golden wall did not retain any water, and the rain falling on the dragon head quickly turned into small round water droplets and rolled down, hitting the bottom Green bricks and green tiles.

Jinlong's eyes were closed.

Chanrong used his eyes to trace the lines on it, and his gaze was fixed on the pair of closed golden eyes.

At this time, the cold north wind suddenly blew over, causing the rain curtain in front of me to fall to the north.

At this moment, the drizzle falling from the sky was like a bamboo curtain, which was gently lifted by the wind.

As the wind blew up, Chanrong's hair was blown aside by the wind, and the messy black hair hit her face, but it failed to close those dark eyes, instead it made those eyes deep and sharp.

As if annoyed by his arrogant behavior of not closing his eyes, the wind was getting stronger and stronger.

The clothes on Chanrong's body were blown up by the wind, and the hem of the clothes hit the back of his hands, and the water droplets splashed, leaving a cool temperature.In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, a gust of wind blew up, and a bolt of lightning fell, lighting up the entire imperial city with white light, and then quickly disappeared, as if he just wanted to leave the long darkness here, or as if he was using a falling light Dark to divide and cut out different areas and pictures.

A cold wind blows from the left.

Chanrong's eyes, which were staring at Jinlong, narrowed suddenly, and then looked to the left.

Behind him, a black figure quietly appeared, and I don't know how long it has been watching him.

That black figure was very strange, standing silently behind him when he didn't turn his head, and disappeared in front of him when he turned his head.

Seeing that his figure is somewhat similar to that of Fu Yanchen...

Then there was a sound of turning.

Chanrong turned around, and saw the golden dragon behind him opened his eyes.

Those piercing dragon eyes were golden, and they were staring at Chanrong with a sense of scrutiny and indifference, and then sent many strange pictures.

In that picture, some people are laughing, some are crying, there is the calm and tranquility at the first parting of the world, and there is the hustle and bustle of the increasing number of people in the world.

Those pictures turned and turned, and suddenly came to a figure with his back turned to him.

Wearing an arrogant red dress, the man walked through the downtown alleys and walked into a wine shop.

Then the figure who had just stepped into the wine shop was shot out, and the moment he was lying on the ground, the narrow alley suddenly turned into a magnificent palace.The man in red lay on the ground and crawled forward with great effort. When he came to an old vermilion door, the man in red stretched out his feeble hand and patted it a few times before pushing the door open a crack.

Then the man in red tilted his head and looked inside, as if he saw something, he stood up holding his breath.

He staggered into this room, and out of this room came out a man in black armor.

The man in black armor was covered in blood, the helmet on top of his head was opened, and his messy black hair fell on his blood-stained face, making it impossible to see what his face looked like.

Just like the man in red, it is not clear what kind of appearance this man in black armor looks like.

Chanrong couldn't tell who they were from their clothes.

Chanrong watched as the man in red walked across the warm river in spring with the man in black armor on his back, crossed high mountains, climbed over snowy peaks, and finally came to the desolate desert.

There is nothing in this desert, only a huge bone spur piercing the ground, surrounded by many dead branches that are huge even if they are dry.

And those dead branches stand here like a net, giving people endless pressure.

When he came here, the man in red put the black armor aside, turned his back to the bone spur and shouted: "Daddy!"

As soon as the words fell, the wind blew up in the desert, as if responding to him.

At this time, the faint fragrance of green grass hit the tip of Chanrong's nose, and immediately there were huge, tens of thousands of green vines crawling out of the sand sea in front of him.

The vine was like a mountain, but this scene only appeared for less than a second.

It appeared when Chanrong was blinking, and was quickly replaced by the white bones in the sand, looking like he was afraid that Chanrong would see clearly.

A moment later, facing the strong wind, the man in red turned his head and asked the man in black armor next to him: "Do you remember that I told you that I like you?"

The man in black armor said, "Remember."

His voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it before.

At this time, the man in red asked again: "Then do you like me?" He seemed a little unconfident when he asked this, his voice became uncomfortable, and after finishing this sentence, he added humbly, "I'm not Lied to you."

The man in black armor paused, and said, "You said you didn't lie to me, but I remember that you have no roots of love." He said soberly and cruelly, "Can you tell me that there is no one who doesn't even have roots of love?" How do people like me?"

The man in red excitedly said: "But I have been protecting you, if I don't like you, how could I have protected you until now?!"

The man in black armor asked him back, "Why did you guard me in the first place?"

The man in red was silent for a moment, "...to lure you into a demon."

The man in black armor asked calmly, neither angry nor annoyed: "Then don't you think I can easily be led into the magic way by you now? Why don't you do it again?"

The man in red couldn't stand the question after question, so he said angrily: "I asked you if you like me, you just need to answer whether you like me or not!"

The man in black armor paused and said, "I don't like it."

After saying this, the man in red didn't seem to know how to answer. He twisted his neck and looked at the opposite sand dune, then lowered his head again, as if he was savoring the smell of today's wind.After a while, he stood up with one hand on the back of his neck, intending to leave here.

But before he left, he turned around reluctantly, pulled up the collar of the man in the black armor, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you remember that I fed you a bowl of porridge when I was in Hanshan? The porridge smells weird and asked me what I put in, and I told you green grass?"

The man in black armor didn't speak.

"I have to tell you, I lied to you." The man in red became more and more angry when he saw his indifference, "I can tell you one thing now, the grass in that bowl is not the grass, but the grass that I put in the bowl." I thought you were a human being with a short lifespan. If you and I both ate the fruit, even if you died of old age, I could rely on this fruit to find you who was reincarnated. But now I regret it Come to think of it, you don't want to be entangled by me."

"And you remember what you said today! You also remember that I am only willing to suffer in this life! In the next life, we will walk on both sides of the road and don't meet each other!"

"I swear, if I like you again in my next life, and I ask you if you like me again, I will humiliate myself, and I will suffer from the burning of my bones by the thunder! Let Leihuo burn the root of that shit!"

"I swear, in the next life, I will value righteousness and my close relatives, and I will only despise affection and sever love. I will never give anyone another chance to judge me!"

"You remember for me..."

The man in red finished his harsh words and walked forward with hatred, but the man behind him said, "I know it's a bearing fruit."

The man in red paused.

The man in black armor said: "You go to Hanshan to seek fruits, but you can't hold back your face if you want others' fruits. You are afraid that the owner of the mountain will laugh at you, so you find a reason. It has to be that the wind has been strong recently, and the north wind is cold. The mountain blows, and the fallen leaves blow until autumn, which makes you upset, so you raise your hand and destroy a knot tree, and after scaring people away, you tiptoe to pick up fruits on the ground."

"How did you know?"

"I saw you walking around in front of the door a few times that day, with your eyes fixed on the distance. I thought you were probably going to be a demon, so I went to take a look. I happened to see you lying on the ground picking up fruits, and then Like a big mouse rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the kitchen, cooking porridge and rubbing fruit into it."

"..."

"When you were cooking porridge, I stood by the door and looked at you. I thought a few times whether I should remind you that you didn't wash your hands when you came back from picking up the fruit."

"……I forgot."

"Was the fruit washed?"

"……No."

"Rice needs to be washed, do you know?"

"...Now I know."

"Porridge can be salted, but not too much salt."

"I've never cooked porridge! How do I know how much salt to put in? You don't talk when you eat, so what's the point of talking nonsense now?!"

"I didn't make a sound when I drank the porridge because I felt sorry for Yinzi. You raised your hand and raised a dozen is really majestic, but I want to follow behind you to pay for eight golden ganoderma lucidums and a box of lone stones."

"Eight golden Ganoderma lucidum? Why didn't he grab it? Besides, I broke the thing, so why would you pay for it! You are meddling in your own business!"

"Yeah, I'm meddling in my own business, I'm not as chic as you. You go to Hanshan and leave after playing, but I have to clean up the yard afterwards, and I have to drink a bowl of salt mud porridge when I go back after being tired for a long time. If you propose to go out to eat something, you have to stretch your face very long, and the bowls and chopsticks slammed."

"I... don't look like you said."

"If you have time to talk, you might as well look in the mirror and see if you can hook up with empathy."

Having said that, the figures of the two people were blown away by the wind, and a mirror stood up, facing Chanrong, very close to him.

Chanrong squinted her eyes and looked forward, looking at the mirror that was ten times taller than him, and unexpectedly found that his figure was not reflected in the mirror.

At this time, someone around him asked him, "What did you see in the mirror?"

Chanrong didn't see anything, so he said nothing.

Then the voice seemed to suggest something to him, and said again: "Indeed, there is nothing in this mirror."

After finishing speaking, there was a burst of thunder, which drove away the picture. When Chanrong came back to his senses, he found that the golden dragon in front of him had not opened his eyes. Everything before him seemed to be just a random fantasy that appeared when he was distracted.

At this moment, the rain did not stop, but the black clouds were overwhelming, but there was no lightning.

But Chanrong doesn't think the scene just now is his imagination.

He stared at the golden dragon on the opposite side, and slowly stepped on the sword and fell down.

At this time, the chief came up to meet him, and asked him with a smile: "Why did the mountain master go to see that door?"

Chanrong seemed to have never heard of it, she put away her sword and passed him back to Ruoqing's side.

Chang didn't show any anger about this, but his hand holding the umbrella was shaking.

The eldest princess walked back and forth anxiously in the hall, and waited for a long time before she heard Chang Jing's voice: "Your Highness!"

Chang actually ran in a hurry, threw away his umbrella and came directly to the princess.And he ignored the moisture on his body, with a very serious expression, which made the eldest princess feel agitated, and began to worry about whether Chanrong had damaged the layout of the old palace.

Thinking that she valued the empress of the old palace very much, when Chanrong went to the deep alley, she sent someone to look for Chang Jing, after all, if something happened to that empress, her family's throne might not be stable .

And the eldest princess likes the feeling of superiority, and has no intention of being a sinner of the royal family. Even if she cares about Ruoqing in her heart, it is impossible for Ruoqing to lose the country left by her ancestors.So she gave Chang Jing a death order, if Chanrong really read Ning Ying's heart and went to Shenxiang, she would find a way to kill Chanrong.

And when she said this, she didn't know what to do, she was even considering whether to bring the unconscious Ruoqing over there, and use Ruoqing to blackmail Chanrong, but she was worried that Ruoqing would be disappointed in her, so she hesitated to do so Is it feasible.

At this moment, seeing that Chang's complexion was not good, she thought there was a loud noise over there, and she regretted that Ruoqing was useless to blackmail Chanrong, so her voice changed in fright.

Chang Jing who came here was also flustered, he didn't care about appeasing the eldest princess, he also forgot about the rules and identity, took the eldest princess' arm and said to her: "Go up!"

"What went up?" The eldest princess didn't know what he was talking about.

"You asked me to stare at Chanrong, I went! But I saw Chanrong Yujian flying above the Golden Dragon Gate! He went up!"

As soon as the eldest princess said this, her body shook, and she repeated it in disbelief: "Go up? How could he go up? The Golden Dragon Gate was left by Bo Hui. After the members of my clan ascended the throne, no matter what status or status they invited No monk can get close to the Golden Dragon Gate, let alone he is standing on the Dragon Gate! How did he do it?"

Chang actually swallowed his saliva, and when he said this, the cold wind on his back continued, which actually aroused goose bumps all over his body.

He said: "I think so too. The Golden Dragon Gate forbids others to get close to it, and forbids others to look directly into its eyes, but allows Chanrong to climb to the top and look into its eyes... I was thinking, why did it allow Chanrong to get close to itself, and then I thought of it... Jinlongmen only recognizes Fanhe's blood, so..."

"Impossible!" The eldest princess shook her head restlessly, and retorted in a panic, "The internal code left by the clan records the description of Fanhe's extermination of the clan. The ancestors have repeatedly confirmed that no one in the Fanhe branch Alive, even that Suzhi is dead! Therefore, it is impossible for Fanhe to have descendants!"

After saying this, she was very flustered, she couldn't help turning her eyes left and right a few times, and finally grabbed Chang Jing's arm, as if she wanted to stabilize her body so that she could stand more firmly.

Chang was afraid that she would fall, so he stretched out his hand to support her, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "There is another possibility."

"what?"

"Chanrong is indeed not a member of Fanhe, but he is related to Jinlongmen."

The eldest princess was frightened by the fact that the people from the Fanhe Branch were still alive, her mind could not turn at this time, and she didn't know what Chang Jing meant when she heard Chang Jing say that.

Chang Jing said: "The Golden Dragon Gate is a treasure that Bo Hui gave to Fanhe's first generation, so this gate belongs to Bo Hui. If Chanrong can fly to the Golden Dragon Gate and not be rejected by the Golden Dragon Gate, or he is a member of Fanhe His bloodline has been recognized by the Golden Dragon Gate, or else he is the blood left by Bo Hui, and the Golden Dragon Gate recognizes the master, and he, like Changliu, will not make mistakes when encountering the Dragon Gate."

After saying this, the eldest princess didn't know which statement was more terrifying.

She opened her mouth and was unable to speak for a moment, before she said after a while: "But the merman in Changliu was killed just like Fanhe, he can't be the merman in Changliu... why don't you draw a talisman to ask?" Ask the source?"

Chang thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, give me that fish scale, and I'll go get the sword that killed Fanhe."

"it is good!"

The two hurriedly brought these two things related to Fanhe and Changliu.

Then Chang actually took out Chanrong's hair, which he found on Ruoqing.

Chang Jing went to see Ruoqing before, and saw this hair on Ruoqing's chest. He thought that it would be difficult for the eldest princess and others to let their long hair fall because they combed their buns neatly. The crease left by the hair band, the hair cannot be straight and not bent.And Ruoqing doesn't let the palace people get close, plus he has curly hair and Chanrong has straight hair, so it's obvious whose hair is on Ruoqing's chest.

He thought of this and picked up the hair, and then cast a small magic spell to confirm that the hair was leaning towards Chanrong, so he hid the hair for his own use.

Now that he found a use for it, he took out this hair, hugged the hair of Chanrong with red paper, took out a gold pen and human blood belonging to an extremely yin constitution, the pen was stained with blood, and wrote on the red paper from left to right There are a lot of elegant characters and patterns.

After drawing for a long time, he put away the pen and let out a sigh of relief, then put the paper wrapped in hair between the fish scales and the long sword, intending to see where the paper would lean.

If the red paper is close to the fish scales, it means that Chanrong is the blood of Bo Hui.

If the red paper leans against the long sword, it means that Chanrong is the blood of Fanhe.

If the red paper does not move at all, it means that Chan Rong does not have any special blood.

Then a surprising scene appeared.

The paper wrapped with Chanrong's hair stayed between the long sword and the fish scales, swaying from side to side several times, obviously not feeling the pull, but it always swayed from side to side, standing at a corner, neither close to the left nor to the right, just at the Here it shakes repeatedly.

If you want to say it, it's like the paper itself doesn't know which side it should lean on, so it can only dangle in the middle.

After a stalemate like this for a while, the paper held back for a long time, and finally exploded with a bang.

It was the first time Chang had encountered such a situation, and seeing that he could not find out why, he told the eldest princess: "Maybe it is the blood of Fanhe or Yeyu that no one can interfere with."

The eldest princess also calmed down at this time. She stared at the place where the shredded paper fell with a straight face. Compared with being angry and angry, she noticed another thing right now.

A thing to be happy about.

She raised her hand to stop Chang Jing from continuing, and said: "There is no need to look for it, and there is no need to check it. In fact, we don't need to know which side he is from. We only need to know one thing."

Chang actually looked at her inexplicably.

Facing the direction of the old palace, she said thoughtfully: "We just need to know that his blood is useful to Jinlongmen." She changed back to the calm and smart woman before, who dared to think and say anything , "Don't you think this is an opportunity given to us by God? Now that I have found my son, Chanrong, who can settle the Golden Dragon Gate, has fallen in love with my son. Doesn't that mean that with Chanrong, we will never be together again?" Don't worry about how we should deal with Jinlongmen if the empress from Changliu is gone."

Having said that, she raised the corners of her mouth and revealed an extremely cunning smile.

Chang actually understood her intentions, but frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid that your son will blame you if you overdo it?"

The eldest princess said disdainfully: "There is nothing to blame me, my son will inherit my Dajing country in the future! If he can't even understand this, how can he be regarded as a wise emperor, how to deal with future court affairs? In heaven?"

The eldest princess took Chang Jing's hand while talking, her expression softened, "Speaking of which, I should also teach him how to govern the world now. Chang Jing, I can't continue to pamper him, this is not a good thing for him, And I can't take care of him alone, I need Chang Jing to help me raise him together."

Hearing what she said, Chang knew what she was thinking, but when he thought of Ruoqing's caring about Chanrong before, he always felt that the eldest princess was mainly plotting against Chanrong, and Ruoqing would definitely have a deadlock with the eldest princess.

It's just that the eldest princess is used to domineering, even if he picked this matter up, the eldest princess might not listen.

and……

Zhang actually looked at the eldest princess holding his hand, and thought sadly that the eldest princess would only let go of the air of "my palace" to him when she was afraid and needed him, and only used me to talk to him , get close to him.And he couldn't bear this hypocritical intimacy, so he suppressed the bitterness in his heart and said, "Okay."

Seeing that the elder was obedient, the eldest princess smiled with satisfaction.

Chanrong didn't know what the eldest princess and the eldest had said at this time, he returned to Ruoqing with a heavy heart, but Ruoqing hadn't woken up yet.

Ruoqing lay on the bed with her eyes tightly closed, the quilt covered her chin, her thin face was covered with sweat, her slightly curly hair stuck to her bloodless face, she looked cute and pitiful.

He seems to be like this all the time.

Always sick, always pale, always gentle and sad.

The person who Chanrong failed to deal with the old palace before he woke up was not in a good mood, but now seeing him not feeling well, his heart felt like a stone was pressed, his hand was on the sword, and he wanted to chop some more What an impulse.

And he has always known how to suppress his emotions, so he endured this unhappiness, thinking about Yiling's uncle, the man in red in front of the Golden Dragon Gate, and the mirror that reflected nothing .

He didn't think about who the man in red was, what he valued most in his heart now was the mirror that he clearly looked at but didn't show his figure.And he is a monk, so naturally he doesn't feel that what happened next to the Golden Dragon Gate is his fantasy, he just thinks it is a hint from the Golden Dragon Gate to him.

Most spirit weapons in the world have their own spiritual consciousness.

Just like the sword of a sword repairer, some sword spirits can be cultivated.

And the spirit bodies cultivated by these spiritual tools can only be seen by the owner of the magic tool.

Although they are conscious, but because they are dead things, their consciousness is still much lower than that of humans, and they will only obey the orders of their masters.

However, whether Jinlongmen has cultivated a spirit body or not, no one knows whether it has materialized or not. Chanrong can't say for sure that Jinlongmen must have his own spirit. The only thing he can say for sure now is that Jinlongmen definitely It's hinting at him.

He once saw Jinlong open his eyes.

After opening his eyes, there were the man in red and the man in black armor.

If one of these two people is him, then what does the mirror reflect afterwards? Why is his figure not reflected in the mirror?

But he was concentrating on his thoughts, his thoughts stopped here for a long time, and he remembered another thing.

He raised his sleeve and took out the single spirit that he locked in the gourd.

Shan Ling was sleeping before he got him out.

A white mouse appeared along the mouth of the small bottle, like a puddle of elastic water, sliding out softly.

Chanrong didn't care what nonsense she was doing, after releasing her, Chanrong calmly set up the gourd, and pressed the lid on without changing expression the moment Ji Huansheng squeezed his little head out of the gourd.Then he looked at the sober Shan Ling, and interrupted him impatiently before Shan Ling got up and put his hands on his hips, trying to scold him: "Changliu's mermaid."

Shan Ling froze for a moment, tilted his head and looked at him, not understanding what he was going to say.

"The empress of the deposed emperor Chen Ji'an, do you know her name?"

Shan Ling snorted: "Just tell me if you ask me? Who do you think you are?" She scolded first, and then said immediately, "Wang Yiling, what's wrong?"

Chanrong moved the gourd away, "Do you know who her uncle is?"

Shan Ling quickly hugged the gourd, his eyes went back and forth in the palace, as if trying to find a way to escape.

While staring at the road, she kept saying, "Why are you asking this?"

Chanrong found that she was not interested in this matter, and said coldly: "She called me