Chapter Thirty-Eight: Out of Beijing
Yindie didn't pay attention to the conversation between the lame Taoist Zhu Erniang, but just silently packed up her things.
It didn't take long for Zhu Erniang to push the door and walk in. Although Yindie didn't know what the lame Taoist had told her, she knew that she had agreed to her departure just by looking at the way she helped her pack her package.
"My mother knows that you are different from other women, but you are away from home, and the girl's family is inconvenient after all. My mother won't stop you, but you also have to promise my mother that every time you go to a place, you will ask the local post station to send a letter back, even if there is nothing to do, it is good to report safety. ”
Listening to this almost pleading tone, Yindie felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. If he hadn't come, the original owner of this body would have stayed in Kyonaka all the time. Even if the ending of the Jia family is not good in the future, at least at this time, their mother and daughter can still see each other from time to time.
Shaking her head, Silver Butterfly shook off the slightest trace of guilt in her heart. Let's not say that it was not my intention to occupy this body, even if I didn't come, the original soul of the silver butterfly didn't know where it was, if it really didn't have my own arrival, this silver butterfly might have been buried long ago.
Thinking about it this way, although he replaced the original Silver Butterfly, at least he was still alive, which was a comfort to Zhu Erniang.
"Mother, don't worry. I'll be sure to have someone bring you a letter. It's just, mother, do you know words? ”
Zhu Erniang's hand paused, she was just a rough maid in the mansion in the past, how could she be qualified to be taught to read and write. And she herself didn't have that mind at all, except for the auspicious words when making embroidery, she really didn't seem to know words.
Yindie felt that the originally sad atmosphere in the air suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by an invisible embarrassment and silence.
Zhu Erniang glanced at Yindie, and continued to pack the package: "You don't have to worry about this." ”
Yindie knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she nodded a little awkwardly and stopped mentioning the matter of literacy. Anyway, as long as she sends back the letter, Zhu Erniang will definitely find the literate housekeeper in the neighborhood. It's just that, in this way, my letter is just a simple report of peace, and I must not say too much.
At night, Silver Butterfly sat on the bed and kept running the aura in her body. Under the nourishment of the aura, her body became stronger and stronger, and her meridians gradually became tougher. The spiritual fluid in the dantian gradually increased, and the amount of time she could cultivate every day was also gradually increasing.
Slowly opening her eyes, Yindie looked at the room shrouded in darkness, and suddenly thought in her heart that the legendary immortal cultivators were in retreat for several months at a time, and there were even a few people in years, and it seemed that there would be such a day if this trend continued to develop.
Think about it, after a cultivation, the outside world has changed, and I don't know how many years have passed. Yindie only felt a little inexplicably excited.
As for whether Zhu Erniang and the others would pass away after her retreat once, Yindie felt a little sad, but there was not much sadness in her heart.
Silver Butterfly is not the original Silver Butterfly after all, for this Red Mansion world