Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 52

The Demon Cult attacked the Tang Sect and kidnapped the Tang Sect's Young Sect Master!

This news was like a thunderbolt, which blew up the originally silent martial arts into a pot of boiling water.

All the storytellers in the world, or those who wrote the story books of the world, were all gearing up with excitement. In just a few days, various versions of the story had already filled the world.

"Someone told the little old man that he wanted to hear about the Demon Cult and the Tang Sect. Today, the little old man is here to explain to the judges why the Demon Cult attacked the Tang Sect!"

The storyteller in the teahouse stood on the high platform, shook his head and slapped the wood, and spoke.

"The Demon Cult has lived far away in the Western Regions for a long time, and only returned to the Central Plains in recent years. It usually acts in a low-key manner, so many knights in the Jianghu do not know that the Demon Cult has returned to the Central Plains, and the Demon Cult suddenly attacked the Tang Sect a few days ago. It is really puzzling to abandon all the results of his low-key management."

"The Tang Sect has never had any grudges with the Demon Sect, and it is even more inconsequential on weekdays. You should have your own guesses as to why the Tang Sect attacked. Tang Sect, only took one person away!"

Xiangmu shoots again.

"My little old man has inquired many times, and now I have a glimpse of the truth! I have to tell you about the current leader of the Demon Cult——Di Suolio! It is said that the leader of the Demon Cult is very talented, with strong martial arts The martial arts of the Demon Sect has been practiced at a high level. He was in charge of the Demon Sect at the age of 15. At the age of 16, no one dared to rob him in the Western Regions. Zhuoshijia's list of young masters must also make him one of the top five!"

"This Di Suolio has been in the Central Plains for many years, in order to expand the power of the Demon Cult and re-enter the Central Plains to show off his glory! But he unexpectedly met the young sect master of the demon head of the Tang Sect, and fell in love at first sight. After the devil escaped from the Tang Sect He even helped him with all his strength, tried every means to please him, and eventually he caught up with the demon leader. A few days ago, the sect master of the Tang Sect forcibly escorted the demon leader back to the Tang Sect.

"So, the leader of the Demon Cult ordered the attack on the Tang Sect for the sake of his sweetheart..."

Devil's stronghold.

The doctor with a gray beard carefully changed Tang Su's medicine, covered him with a quilt, and turned to look at Ren Yun beside him with a sad face.

"This young man's injuries... are mostly fine. As for when he will wake up, the old man can't say for sure." The old doctor bent his body slightly, and sighed helplessly, "The old man is ignorant, so he can only force it." To save the young hero's life, as for these hands...the old man is really powerless."

"...Thank you, doctor, I'm sorry." Ren Yun gently cupped his hands, and asked his subordinates to give the money, patiently listened to the trivial matters that the old doctor explained, and personally sent the old doctor out of the door.

The great cold has passed and the New Year is approaching. Festive red lanterns are hung everywhere on the streets. All kinds of New Year’s goods are placed in the shops one after another. The children are playing around, looking forward to the sumptuous dishes on New Year’s Eve.

After leaving Shuzhong, Ren Yun brought Tang Su back to the nearest stronghold. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary old mansion, but at this moment it seemed a little too deserted.

There are no bright red lanterns, no beaming people.

"Little ancestor." Ren Yun gently knocked on the door, his eyes were sad, the blue is now like a dead sea, "I came in."

The room is warm, with incense burning for warmth, mixed with the smell of calming incense.

Ren Yun sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, leaned down gently, stroked Tang Su's cheek with one hand, and rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately against the person, like a large dog acting coquettishly towards his master, with his thin lips gently parting his nostalgic call Said: "Little ancestor, please see if I am okay."

Several days have passed since the Demon Sect attacked Tangmen.

Except for Tang Su waking up for a moment on the day Ren Yun took Tang Su back, Tang Su never opened his eyes again.

"Little ancestor, I'm sorry, I should have come back earlier, it's all my fault for making you wronged."

……

"Little ancestor, my birthday present for you is almost ready, I'll show you when you wake up, okay?"

……

"Little ancestor, I'm afraid you've been sleeping all the time, and I'm going crazy in just a few days, so just open your eyes and take a look at me, okay?"

……

Extremely tender and affectionate, ten thousand lingering, if it was normal, Tang Su would have woken up a long time ago, obviously he was a little embarrassed by being said, but he pushed Ren Yun away with a look of disgust, and attached himself extremely impatiently. Are you annoying in the last sentence?

At this time, the little ancestor with a little bit of red on the tip of his ear is very cute.

It's a pity that the person lying on the bed didn't respond at all.

"Master." A subordinate's voice came from outside the door, "There are two people asking to see you."

"No." Ren Yun said coldly.

After receiving Ren Yun's reply, the subordinate returned to the living room, bowed his hands to the two young masters, and said, "Sorry, the master doesn't see any guests, please come back."

"Qingyan, I told you to just go in." Angrily, Mo Chi sipped his tea with his feet upright, and immediately frowned in disgust.

Su Changliu smiled helplessly, and said gently: "Zipei, you are too anxious, something..."

Can't you speak well?

Before Su Changliu could finish his sentence, Mo Chisheng started to fight with others, and the powder spilled while advancing and retreating knocked down many guards who came to inquire, until Urs, who thought there was an enemy coming, dared to attack him in a hurry. Come on, this is the end of this farce.

Urs was not very good at the polite words of the Central Plains, so he hurriedly let many subordinates who were facing the enemy back down, looked at Mo Chisheng who was smiling but not smiling, and Su Changliu who had already put the guqin on his lap, and bowed their heads. Clasping hands, he said dryly, "I'll take you to find someone."

"...Thank you." Su Changliu was startled when he saw Urs, then suppressed his doubts, and smiled gently at him.

Isn't this the one who was following Fang Wenrui?

How come here?

Urs put away the scimitar, and brought the two of them to the door of Ren Yun's room in an orderly manner.

"Master, Mo..."

"Bang!"

Just as Urs opened his mouth, Mo Chisheng stepped forward and kicked open the door in two steps, sideways dodging the oncoming flying fan, Mo Chisheng said: "Young Master Ren, whether you are here or not, your temper It’s pretty good.”

"Mo Chisheng?" Ren Yun caught the painting fan that was whirling back, and stared blankly at the person coming.

Mo Chisheng's nose moved, smelling the smell of medicine mixed in the warm fragrance, his expression changed immediately, he strode to the bed where Ren Yun was sitting, and pulled off the brocade quilt covering Tang Su's body.

Covered with scars.

"Zipei, what happened? Why did you..." Su Changliu, who was a step behind, followed up, and was dumbfounded when he saw Tang Su's wounds all over his body. It took him a long time to look at Ren Yun, "Mr. What is the cause of it?"

"What kind of rotten medicine is this quack doctor?" Mo Chisheng said angrily, "What kind of bullshit doctor did you hire, why didn't Rong and injured send me a message?"

Ren Yun was dumbfounded for a moment, he also wanted to find Mo Chisheng, but he didn't have the Xinniao of Sujiazhuang.

"Zipei, stop talking, saving people is the most important thing." Su Changliu reached out and pulled Mo Chisheng's sleeve, and said softly, "Rongyu's hand..."

If it is not treated, it may really be useless.

Mo Chisheng suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly, "Paper and pen."

Ren Yun immediately took out the paper, ink, brush and inkstone and put them on the table, and called a servant to come in and study the ink.

Taking advantage of this gap, Mo Chisheng carefully pulled Tang Su's wrist upwards, placing two fingers on his veins.

After the servant finished grinding the ink, Mo Chisheng stepped forward, folded his sleeves and picked up a pen, and wrote the prescription in a profuse manner.

It is still a wild grass like a ghost drawing.

Then Mo Chisheng took the prescription to Ren Yun——

"Go get the medicine, you don't have to come back if you don't get it all!"

After saying that, Mo Chisheng opened his medicine box, filled the table with bottles and cans, and drove Ren Yun and Su Changliu out together.

There was a lot of snow in the sky.

Su Changliu exhaled lightly, tightened the white fox cloak on his body, and said to Ren Yun: "Su will go grab the medicine with you."

Ren Yun nodded, and the winking subordinates brought two plain oiled paper umbrellas, prepared an unremarkable carriage, and led the two of them into the carriage.

Afterwards, the coachman swung his whip and drove the horse, and the carriage drove to the market.

The interior of the car is warm and pleasant, with a hint of refreshing fragrance. Ren Yun and Su Changliu are sitting face to face, with a small table in between.

Su Changliu really wanted to ask what happened to Tang Su, but seeing Ren Yun's lost soul, he felt uncomfortable for a while.

"The injury was caused by the Tang Sect." Ren Yun seemed to have guessed Su Changliu's scruples, and answered Su Changliu's doubts, "A few days ago, I received a letter..."

After about half a cup of tea, Ren Yun explained the ins and outs of the matter to Su Changliu clearly.

Su Changliu was stunned, and murmured: "Well, that's how it is... No wonder Rong Yu treats the Tang Sect so... Really, it makes people... people don't know what to say..."

Ren Yun didn't answer.

The carriage bumped and stopped, and the coachman's voice came from outside: "Master, the medicine shop has arrived."

The heavy curtains were pulled up by the servants, and the cold wind mixed with flying snow poured into the car. Ren Yun got out of the car first, followed by Su Changliu, and the servants held up umbrellas on the heads of the two.

The wind and snow intensified.

The door of the pharmacy was opened, several people walked into the store quickly, and the apprentices in the pharmacy quickly closed the door again.

"What kind of medicinal materials does the master want to buy?"

Ren Yun took out Mo Chisheng's prescription and handed it to the apprentice. The apprentice looked at the ghost-like characters, but Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out. Su Changliu took a step forward and took the prescription and read it carefully. Tell the apprentice what is written on it.

The apprentice figured out what was written on it, smiled gratefully at Su Changliu, and hurriedly ran to grab the medicine.

After a while, the apprentice handed the bulging medicine packs strung together to Ren Yun's servants, and apologized that some precious herbs were not available in the shop, and asked the two of them to look for them elsewhere.

After paying for the medicine, the two searched for several more medicine shops, finally got together the medicine ingredients and rushed back to the mansion.

Mo Chisheng had already treated the large and small wounds on Tang Su's body again, and just after washing his hands, he saw Ren Yun and Su Changliu coming in.

"The medicine has been ordered to be decocted." Ren Yun said.

Mo Chisheng wiped his hands with a clean soft cloth, and said coldly, "The efficiency is good."

"...How long will it take for him to wake up?"

Mo Chisheng paused, and said wearily, "It's three days at least, and three months at most."

"..."

"The wounds are too serious, and many wounds are inflamed and festered. There is also a persistent high fever, and internal injuries from being beaten, and they haven't been treated in time." Mo Chisheng became more and more upset as he talked, "...it's fine if you're still alive. Not bad."

It's already pretty good to last until Ren Yun rescued him.

"..." Ren Yun lowered his head slightly, without saying a word.

Is it good to be alive?

Then if he received the letter from his subordinate one day later, or if something happened on the way to Shuzhong and the delay was delayed, or the arrangement was not in time.

Will he never see his little ancestor?

"... Zipei." Su Changliu broke the silence and said solemnly, "We have something to discuss."

Mo Chisheng responded, walked out quickly, looked at Ren Yun who was still standing by the bed, and said, "Rongyu needs to rest now, so don't stay here all the time."

Ren Yun responded lightly, lowered his head and kissed Tang Su's forehead lightly, and then backed out.

The wind and snow outside gradually subsided, and the hawker selling sweet potatoes in the tea house had a good business, so he stayed at the door to listen to the book for a whole day, bought a small bag of pastries, and happily pushed the empty stall back to his place Dilapidated houses.

"Brother, you are back! I want to hear a story!" The young but well-behaved sister sat on the bed and looked forward to seeing her brother come back.

"Hey! Good!" The young man responded with a smile, carefully opened the paper bag containing the pastry, and handed it to his sister, "Come and eat! My brother will tell you the story that my brother heard today!"

"Okay!" The girl happily took the pastry and ate it cherishingly.

The young man looked at his sister's weak and weak legs, pursed his lips, laughed again, and said, "Today, the storyteller talked about the Demon Cult leader who attacked the Tang Sect a few days ago..."

What is the meaning of my birth?

Ren Yun couldn't figure it out for a long time.

As long as he had memories, he realized that he seemed different from other people.

"Mother, where is my father?" The young Ren Yun looked at his mother suspiciously.

The beauty who was still smiling just now turned cold, and said angrily: "Don't mention him! He is a bastard! Sooner or later he will go to the eighteenth floor of hell!"

Seeing that his mother was angry, Ren Yun shut up obediently.

A Niang seems to hate her so-called father.

why?

"Does Mommy like my dad?"

"I don't like it! I want him to die! That kind of dirty thing! How could I like him!"

Ren Yun couldn't figure it out, since A Niang hated his father so much, why would there be him?

Those women who were pregnant with children and looked happy told him that only when two people love each other can they have children.

Since A Niang doesn't like that person, why is there him?

When he was young, what Ren Yun needed to do every day was to practice martial arts, desperately trying to become stronger, there was no reason to be lazy, even if he caught a cold or was injured.

A little older, he still has to learn to guess people's hearts, use people's hearts, learn to lie to people, and practice a smiling face that makes people feel like a spring breeze, whether he wants to smile or not.

Then one day, his mother started making him kill people.

"My boy, you must kill him."

The man had been hungry for a long time, and was dying. He watched the young child with a gentle smirk on his face, and raised a knife to cut off his own neck.

"Good boy."

He can't remember how many people his mother asked him to kill. He only knows that among the people his mother asked him to kill, the people who had no resistance at the beginning gradually turned into lunatics who were drugged. martial arts practitioners.

From one, to several, to a group.

"Kill them, no matter what you do."

"Just a bunch of useless animals whose only value is as game for my son."

From the embarrassment of those people at the beginning, to the calm handling, using hands as blades, and directly attacking the vital points.

But it took less than two years.

Then he sat on the position of the leader of the Demon Cult and personally bloodbathed the rebel Liwei.

"As long as you can get what you want, so what if you are ruthless and ruthless?"

"Things that are in the way, or things that may be in your way, I will destroy him! Cut the grass and roots!"

"Others are just things that can be used! I forbid you to have any feelings for chess pieces!"

……

Okay, I see, A Niang, I remember.

Although Ren Yun always felt that something was not right.

... what does he want?he does not know.

Day after day, year after year of boring life, managing the Demon Sect, dealing with foreign enemies, and tempering oneself.

The increasingly boring life made Ren Yun more and more irritable, and his subordinates would suffer if they didn't pay attention.

The smiling Rakshasa ghost.

Until one day, his aunt was seriously ill, and after waking up, her mind regressed, and she was no longer that arrogant and ruthless woman, but turned into a seemingly innocent and kind girl.

It also just seems.

Ren Yun doesn't care, it's just that it takes a little effort to take care of him. His aunt seems to be particularly noisy after her mind has regressed.

It's just that his life is still boring.

Then one day, his aunt ran up to him and said solemnly, "Son, aunt has something for you to do."

"I will die." Ren Yun laughed, anyway, most likely she wanted rouge jewelry, caught a little fox as a pet for her or something like that.

"You go to the Central Plains and bring your father's head back to your mother."

"...Huh?" The 16-year-old Ren Yun looked at his mother in a daze.

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written request for leave--

_(:з)∠)_I'm single again, please take a break for three days to write Tangtang for you, I can't write now, sorry, show my heart to the little angel.