Legend has it that Guiguzi practiced in the Guigugou at the back of Yunmeng Mountain, and gave lectures to his disciples in the hidden caves in the mountains.

Therefore, every time a doctor mentions this Yunmeng Mountain, it makes Feiyan's heart sink.

The eldest sister's design is mostly related to the search for the heirs of the Ghost Valley.

But in order to treat her legs, will Uncle Ling take her to Yunmeng Mountain at the risk of revealing secrets?

There is no solution to this problem, because those who can solve it are busy every day.

Xue Ning went to find Uncle Ling every day, and accompanied him every day.

The eldest sister actually did everything to get close to her uncle Ling to play the piano and dance.

And Uncle Ling enjoyed everything safely every day, and as soon as the warlock's words came out, he never came to see Ji Feiyan again.

He used his actions to tell Feiyan a bloody fact.

Ji Feiyan is a plaything of Uncle Ling.

A plaything is a plaything, even if it is pleasing to the eye and likes it, if you have a bad star name that brings disaster to the country and the people, and then abolish a pair of legs, it will not be interesting.

*****

At the end of winter, in the courtyard of flying smoke, only the subtle sound of everything melting is silent.

The morning light poured in through the window lattice and sprinkled on her face, half light and half dark, and her gray eyes were dim.

She also had a passion for the blood, and now it seems to be gradually dissolving, after all, there is an eldest sister to replace her, her goal, her hatred...... Her position.

If the eldest sister can really kill Uncle Ling for her, it will save a lot of trouble.

She was a cripple now, and she would probably spend the rest of her life like this, as the sun rose and the moon set, and she suddenly began to doubt the truth of life.

When she was bored, she saw that the ice edges under the eaves would melt.

Look at it fighting against the sun, but it shimmers in the sun, and it is extremely beautiful.

It's just that it's slowly dying bit by bit, much like her.

There was a strange sound coming from outside the house, like something rolling.

Flying smoke looked at it.

It was the maid who pushed a peculiar wooden chair, with a novel style and exquisite workmanship. She had never seen a chair with wheels before.

The maid said that this was done by accident by a carpenter in the Qi country.

So she was able to move, and every time she wandered around the courtyard, she was secretly grateful to the unknown carpenter.

Walking around the yard, I can always hear the sound of the eldest sister's piano in my uncle's room.

She knew that it was just the eldest sister's means, but ......

The sound of the piano was so lingering that she would imagine her uncle Ling's affectionate appearance towards her eldest sister.

She wanted to dodge, but the sound of the piano was endless, as if coming from all directions, giving her the feeling that there was nowhere to escape.

It's also a joke, her own sister makes her suffer every day, but in order to reconcile with her, Mrs. Zi sent Yanguo Kabuki to relieve her boredom.

The sound of silk and bamboo orchestras finally suppressed the love song that the eldest sister sang for her uncle.

So she lived day and night upside down, just to find a moment of pleasure in the light song and dance, and other than that, she was in a bad mood.

In a daze for a long time, not thinking about eating, crying for no reason, and thinking wildly.

Perhaps, Uncle Ling was just hesitating to take her with him.

Perhaps, he was deliberately paralyzing himself and not caring about her at all.

Perhaps, she will never wait for the day when he will take her to get her leg healed.

But she really didn't want to slowly accept this fact in the long ordeal, she would rather die!

She was startled by her own thoughts, and woke up like a dream.

Since when did she seem to live for her uncle Ling? She fell into a long period of emptiness and weakness, and the pain when she woke up was like the waves of the sea, hitting her in waves......

Winter has gone to spring, and she has spent more than a month in a muddle.

It was noon again, and the maid still did not let her comb her makeup, and her long hair was pulled at will, and she turned the wheels of the wooden chair forward, and the moment the maid pushed open the door for her.

She was stunned.