"Do you need something to eat when you get back?" Seeing Xiao Lingyun close his eyes, a little impatient, Ruan Yuanshou's voice gradually weakened.

Xiao Lingyun was about to refuse, but suddenly remembered Lu Qingyang. Qingyang's attitude towards Ruan Yuanshou would be much better, so he changed his words and said, "Okay, that's it, thank you." ”

Hearing the master's words, the old butler's shoulders also straightened, as if he had a new goal in life.

Oh my God, is he laughing? Xiao Lingyun thought.

"I'll make you a lamb, master. How do you need to cook it? ”

"Medium cooked."

"Okay, I'll wash all the clothes. Also, can I order another set of leather for you? ”

"Don't ......" Xiao Lingyun swallowed his refusal, "Okay, that's no better." And, uh, can you buy me some panties? Black, size XXXL. ”

"Gladly."

Xiao Lingyun turned around and walked towards the door.

It's really long-winded, who can teach you how to deal with this old servant?

"Master."

"What's the matter?" Xiao Lingyun finally couldn't help but roar.

"Please be careful when you go out."

Xiao Lingyun stopped and looked back at him. Ruan Yuanshou was holding the antique box, as if preparing to put it back in its place.

It's so fucking strange that someone is waiting for you to come home, Xiao Lingyun thought to himself.

Xiao Lingyun left Lu Qingyang's house, crossed a long path, and turned into a boulevard. The light of the street lamps plowed a few bright cracks in the sky. He smelled a storm brewing in the southern sky.

Annoying, where is Lu Qingyang's goddaughter now?

Let's go to the apartment first.

Xiao Lingyun appeared in the backyard of Yan Xiaojing's house, but Yan Xiaojing was not at home. Xiao Lingyun looked into the house through the window, said hello to Xiao Qi, who was cheering to welcome him, and then sat down at the picnic table in the courtyard. He would wait for Yan Xiaojing for an hour, and then he would have to find other brothers. Of course, he could also come back to her before the morning came. But given the circumstances of his first entry into her room, he felt that it was clearly not a wise move to wake her up around 4 a.m.

Xiao Lingyun took off his sunglasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

How would he explain what was about to happen? And how should she be taught to survive the refining period safely?

He had a hunch that Yan Xiaojing would not be happy when he heard this sudden news.

He thought back to his refining, when he was in a terrible situation. Because his parents wanted to protect him, they kept him a secret. Before they could tell him what they would meet, they both died. So much so that when refining came, he was not mentally prepared at all.

Memories flashback, reappearing in front of you, every detail frighteningly clear.

Luoyang in the mid-17th century was a war-torn city, especially for a lonely child like him. The first is that his parents were slaughtered and died in front of him, and he also fled from the place where the people lived. Every time he thought of his cowardice during that terrible night, his heart was filled with remorse and guilt.

In the world of the vixen, everyone has always regarded him as the future lord. Growing up with a golden key, he is at ease to accept everyone's care and love, as well as all-round protection. But after coming to the world of ordinary people, he found that the body was the only criterion for classifying ranks. Before refining, he could only live at the bottom of society. At that time, he was so hungry that he was skinny, his body was weak, and his body like bean sprouts often became the target of bullying by ordinary boys, and he was attacked by a group.

During his life on the streets of Luoyang, he couldn't remember how many times he was chased and beaten, and it was even more common for him to lose sensation and be unable to move a certain part of his body: for example, his knee was hit by a stone and he couldn't bend to walk; For example, he was tied to the back of a horse and galloped wildly, so that his shoulders were dislocated and he could not move.

At first, he lived by digging through the garbage heap, and lived a life of unbearable hunger and stomach screaming all year round. He finally found a job as a servant in the stables of a silk merchant surnamed Shen. Although there are countless dirty shoes to brush every day, and many saddles and reins to clean, and it is so hard to dry until your hands are frozen and cracked, at least you can eat in this house. His bed was on the haystack on the second floor of the stable, and it was softer than the stone pavement on which he usually slept on, although it was inevitable that the grooms would be kicked in the ribs and woken up from a sweet sleep when they tried to have fun with the maids.

At that time, Xiao Lingyun often wandered aimlessly in the sea of people. Although his eyesight was impaired at birth, it was far less bad than it is now, and he still vividly remembers the crowding of people in Luoyang.

Dawn was the most hopeful moment of his sad life: to breathe in the sweet mist of the morning, to feel the warmth of the sun on his face, and to feel the beauty of the light, all of which became his only precious treasures.

He spent almost a year in the silk merchant's house. Since then, life has changed dramatically.

On the night when the change struck suddenly, he lay down in a hay nest, exhausted. He had always felt uncomfortable before, but he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that it was just an ordinary illness, and he managed to finish the work in hand.

Sharp pain struck suddenly, tormenting his weak body repeatedly. The pain spread from the lower abdomen to the whole body, reaching every finger and toe, and even the tip of a hair. Whether it's a broken bone, a concussion, a high fever or a beating, it's not as painful as it is today. His body curled up in a ball, his eyes straight, his gaze revealing an endless look of pain, and his breathing was choppy. Thinking he was dying, he even began to pray for the Endless Darkness to come soon. He only hoped that the torture would end as soon as possible so that he could be at peace after death.

Then, a beautiful blue-haired woman appeared in front of him.

This must be a bodhisattva, who came to the world to send him to the other side of eternal life, Xiao Lingyun told himself.

A lowly wretched creature like him deserves nothing but to beg for her mercy. In a daze, he stretched out his hand to the Bodhisattva's vision. The moment he got the real touch, he was even more convinced that death was not far from him. When the Bodhisattva said his name, he tried to smile gratefully, only to find that his lips were no longer listening.

He heard the Bodhisattva say softly that she had come to save him. Moreover, she also told him that she had been engaged to him since she was a child. When he was a little boy, she took a small sip of his yang spirit. Therefore, when his refining arrived, she was able to quickly rush to the scene.

After saying this, Yang Luxia bit her wrist and put the bleeding wound to his mouth.

He sucked the yang spirit hungrily, but the pain in his body did not stop, but only changed its position. He felt the bones in his body stretch from the inside out, making a popping sound, all the joints were out of shape, and the muscles were tense to the limit and then relaxed in an instant. His skull hurt like it was going to explode, his eyes were bulging, and he was not far from being completely blind. Heavy breathing stinged his throat uncontrollably. It was as if the five senses had been stripped of in an instant, except for a slight auditory residue. Throughout the refining process, he fainted in pain several times. Then he woke up again because of the pain raging in his body.

The sunlight he once loved poured through the cracks in the wooden planks of the stables, dyeing the miserable white space gold. But he felt that in broad daylight, he felt uncomfortable and a little strange. He began to look forward to the coming of night, and felt that he belonged to the darkness where he could not see his fingers, and he looked up only to see vague shadows, and the undazzling sunlight made him a blind man.