Su Bian Cultivation World

Luo Jiujiang casually pulled out a hair tie from the storage bag to tie his wet hair, he bit the end of the hair tie between his teeth and asked indistinctly: "Are you going to the class in tomorrow's ethnology?" .”

"Naturally." Han Qianling said with a smile, "I've heard of the technique of sound killing once every ten years."

With the talents of Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling, there was no need to listen to those enlightenment courses in ethnology since they were eight years old.

But tomorrow's class is very different: the Luo family has a guest minister named Luo Cang, who is quite related to the Luo family. Strictly speaking, Luo Jiujiang can still call him fourth uncle.This person has deep cultivation and high status, and he would not show up unless he is involved in the extermination of the genocide. He will only appear once every ten years, and he will teach a few classes called "Sound Killing" in the ethnology.

If he hadn't stated in advance that he only taught young people with excellent aptitude, I'm afraid that some half-child parents would be ashamed to go to the mixed class of ethnology.

"Still going to meditate in our courtyard today?" Luo Jiujiang tied up his hair, and put his arm on Han Qianling's shoulders skillfully, "The smokey girl from my central kitchen made deep snowflake cake, you are lucky .”

"Next time." Han Qianling sighed and pressed Luo Jiujiang's hand instead.After he raised his arm, the sleeve slid down a section, revealing a string of prayer beads wrapped around his wrist, "I'm going back to serve my mother today."

Hearing the word "mother", Luo Jiujiang's cheerful and joyful expression couldn't help tightening, and his brows were slightly frowned: "Auntie, I'll be with you..."

Knowing what he was worried about, Han Qianling patted the back of his hand twice: "No need. Don't worry, I'll still be back tonight—you prepared a delicacy like deep ice cream for me. I How dare you not take it carefully."

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It was really embarrassing to mention Han Qianling's life experience.

His mother was originally a girl from the Chen family on the Tortoiseshell Island. She left the island more than ten years ago and there was no news. When she returned to the Tortoiseshell Island alone, she was not only pregnant, but also insane, swearing all day long. More than that, his personality is extremely vicious.

No one could tell the identity of Han Qianling's father from Han Qianling's mother. As a child whose father was unknown, he had chosen the name "Han Qianling" himself when he was a child.

Since he was a child, many people have ridiculed and discussed his identity behind his back, illegitimate child, illegitimate child, and even... adulterous child.

At the beginning, Luo Jiujiang sneaked into the sacks of many bad-mouthed boys because of this incident. He once caught a group of teenagers with extremely dirty speech, forced them to take off their clothes on the spot, tied them into a string with rope, and threw their naked buttocks everywhere. Shallow sea to go.

Later, I heard that the group of teenagers went home with kelp on their bodies to cover their private parts.

As for those girls who commented on Han Qianling's life experience, although Luo Jiujiang would not do anything to them, once he knew about it, he would speak out.

Of course, Han Qianling couldn't be unaware of his friend's actions.He always laughed off these rumors, but he still appreciated Luo Jiujiang's protection.

As his talent and cultivation became more and more outstanding, speculations about his father's identity became more and more diverse.But while everyone was still guessing, Han Qianling already knew his own life experience in a very wonderful way.

The meat porridge in the pot gradually gave off an attractive aroma.Han Qianling carefully filled a bowl, squeezed an ice formula to adjust the temperature to just enough to drink, and thoughtfully brought it to Chen's bed.

"It's time to eat."

The porridge he uses is the best unicorn spirit rice, which is not only full of spiritual energy, delicious and smooth, has the effect of strengthening the body and beautifying the face, but also can be used as a bigu pill.One meal can guarantee five days without food.

Not only is the food precious, but everything in Chen's bedroom, such as the emerald pillow that is used to calm the mind and sleep, the red velvet quilt that is warm in winter and cool in summer and calms emotions, and the side of the pillow, which is a low-grade magic weapon, is enough to soothe the mind and nourish the spirit. The palace flower fan, the listening cicada box containing thousands of pieces of music by famous masters...all of them are exquisite, and all of them are expensive.

Han Qianling wears simple clothes on weekdays, and his daily life is even more simple.As a young genius, the Luo family tried to win him over more, and treated him better than ordinary children in the clan, not to mention the monthly salary and etiquette.

Many people have doubts about one thing: the usual preferential treatment does not seem to make Han Qianling's life more comfortable, where did his money go?Could it be that he was born poor and stingy by nature, and he was not willing to spend more on himself with a single Lingzhu?

If people who think this way come to see the Chen family's wing, all doubts will be easily solved: such a life of feasting and eating jade is difficult for even ordinary family guests to maintain.

Chen's eyes were dull and numb, and he kept mumbling to himself, as if he didn't see his son at all.Han Qianling gently helped her to sit up, put two soft pillows on her back, carefully tucked a soft and white napkin around her neckline, and stirred in the bowl with a spoon.

"You blind bastard, you bastard in human skin..." After eating a spoonful of meat porridge, Mrs. Chen seemed to gain some strength, and the curse she had been muttering became louder.

Han Qianling's expression was calm, and she didn't even move her eyebrows. She still steadily scooped up a spoonful of just the right amount in her hand, handed it to Chen's mouth carefully and attentively, and fed it when she spat out a vicious word and opened her mouth a little. .

While swallowing the porridge in her mouth, Mrs. Chen spit out a series of dirty words indistinctly. The porridge foam kept splashing from the corner of her mouth, and Han Qianling gently wiped it away.

This action was a little troublesome. In order to prevent the porridge from getting cold during the delay, Han Qianling kept holding the formula to ensure that the porridge was simmered and kept at the right temperature.

After she was ten years old, Han Qianling hardly communicated with Chen Shi anymore - she couldn't hear her.

Her soul was torn to pieces in the accident more than ten years ago, which almost cut off all her perception and emotions to the outside world, leaving only a bit of dirty resentment and vicious remnant soul as the inside, It may still retain a very rare five senses of the outside world.

Because of this, Han Qianling never cared about the price of items when decorating Chen's bedroom.Chen's bedroom is extremely luxurious and comfortable. The screens and green plants are changed every month to please the eyes; Smell; bedding and pillows are soft and comfortable, used for pleasure.

All the efforts he put in here are for the comfort of Chen's few five senses that are "possible to keep".

Ordinary people use their souls to control their bodies, but Chen's soul is not complete, and only an evil thought enters the spiritual altar.This evil thought has become weaker and weaker with the passage of time. In recent years, he can't even control his hands and feet, and can only move his five sense organs.If it wasn't for those who practice Taoism, they would not have to worry about defecating, there would still be a lot of things Han Qianling had to take care of.

After feeding a bowl of meat porridge, Han Qianling put the bowl and spoon on the small table beside him.He didn't listen to the various curses in Chen's mouth, but pressed Chen's wrist familiarly.

Compared with the result of the last pulse signal, Chen's pulse this time was weaker, almost none.If a doctor is here, he must be amazed: under such a weak pulse, the master still has the strength to scream?

Han Qianling did not express any curiosity about this matter, and Chen's veins were also within his expectations.Han Qianling withdrew his finger without changing his expression, and said calmly: "Your time is coming."

Chen turned a deaf ear to this, she could no longer use her mind to understand the meaning of these words, and of course she couldn't make any response.

Han Qianling turned to the back kitchen, disposed of the porridge bowl that Mrs. Chen had just eaten, and when she appeared in front of Mrs. Chen again, she still looked indifferent and calm, and her tone was even polite: "How about you?" Do you have any last wishes?"

He listened quietly for a moment, but of course he didn't get any meaningful answer.

"Girls love to groom their appearance. Since you don't tell me, I'll put on makeup for you." Han Qianling took it from the dressing table that had been laid for five or six years, but the items on it had never been touched. Make-up dowry, put the powder and flowers in it on the small table.

She drew Chen's eyebrows with daishi, made the rouge smudge on her cheeks to give a nice blush, and finally painted her lips carefully.Han Qianling shook his head regretfully: Chen's lips kept opening and closing. It seems that this lip makeup will not last long.

Han Qianling took Chen's hand, and applied a layer of Koudan to each of the ten fingers.After the last little nail was dealt with, he methodically put all the items back into the dowry.

"Then goodbye." Han Qianling bowed slightly to Mrs. Chen for the last time, closed the triple screen door of the wing room without any hesitation, and left the room calmly.

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When Luo Jiujiang came back from practicing his sword, Han Qianling was standing under the deep snow tree in his courtyard, admiring the delicate snow-white flowers like clouds and jade.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, and his expression was calm and calm, not like a human figure at all.Sensing Luo Jiujiang approaching from behind, Han Qianling's eyebrows slowly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"I'll come if you want me to. Where's my deep ice cream?"

"I keep it for you in the house." Luo Jiujiang held his sleeve carelessly: "I thought you wouldn't come back tonight, and asked me to bring you pastries tomorrow morning. Hey, is auntie doing better? "

"It will be fine soon." Han Qianling replied slowly.

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The two of them arrived at the school early the next day. Others in the room took a second look at Han Qianling, and then turned their eyes away without any objection—although her mother was a girl from the Chen family, Han Qianling did not belong to Chen Qianling. Shi.

Don't mention that he was not included in the Chen family tree in his early years, and he was named Han as his surname. He lived in Luo Jiujiang for more than 20 days a month, and he usually took the monthly salary of the Luo family. Many performances such as even representing the Luo family in the competition have made people understand that the difference between Han Qianling and the Luo family is actually only one name on the genealogy.

As for the fact that Han Qianling came to "catch the class" this time, of course Luo Jiujiang had already greeted his father, who was also the patriarch of the Luo clan.

It was still far away from class time, and Luo Jiujiang was sitting by the window again.He smiled at Han Qianling, quietly opened the window a slit, and whistled softly at a seven-pointed bird parked on a branch not far away.

When the bird heard Luo Jiujiang's whistle, it was shocked, its head turned left and right, and finally fixed on the window slit.Just as it flapped its wings and flew towards here, a hand passed over Luo Jiujiang's shoulder, and firmly closed the window.

"Qianling?"

"Be nice to the bird." Han Qianling sighed.He remembered an old thing that Luo Jiujiang did back then.

Luo Jiujiang obviously also thought of a joint with Han Qianling. Just when he raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, a middle-aged man turned his wheelchair and slowly entered the school over the threshold.

The moment he saw the middle-aged man, the whole school fell silent.

The middle-aged man turned the wheelchair, inspected the students below with indifferent eyes, and finally stopped on Han Qianling.

The man opened his mouth, and coldly said his first sentence since he came here: "He has a different surname, can he also attend my class?"

As soon as these words came out, Luo Jiujiang's face changed instantly.

In the entire Hawkbill Island, there are very few people who don't know about Han Qianling's life experience.Earlier, wild species and other titles were called Huan.What this middle-aged man is saying now is not just about inviting Han Qianling out. The words "his surname is of a different race" sounded very clean.But if it is actually translated, it is actually an elegant version of "other people's little bastard".

This is almost impartial, and it only pokes at Han Qianling's heart.