Noisy?

Su Qing listened to the conversation between the two men next door who looked like they were in their thirties, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

Is that unspoken sentence just that, anyway, even if the sky falls, there is a tall one?

There are no eggs under the nest.

However, it is normal to have this thought, after all, the middle level of Xinqin at the moment has basically experienced the two time periods before and after the recovery of the Heavenly Dao, and it is normal to have such thoughts.

A hundred years from now?

Two hundred years from now?

What about three hundred years from now?

Su Qing shook his head with thought in his heart.

Half an hour later.

Su Qing checked out and left, without him, he had heard enough in the restaurant, although there was turmoil in Xinqin from time to time, but it was irrelevant, after the recovery of the Heavenly Dao, although the mortal world was suddenly beaten back to ancient times, but every year the wind and rain were smooth, but it could be regarded as the granary was sufficient and there was no worry about not having enough to eat.

In short, it's a word.

The number of qi is not exhausted, and it has not yet reached the time period when the emperor has changed.

Not much.

After Su Qing left the restaurant, he didn't plan to stay here, and was ready to take back his reincarnated eldest disciple and return to Penglai Island, where Jing waited for the humane killing to begin.

As for Buddhism?

Let his luck increase, you need to know that the higher it rises, the faster it falls......

Yuhang Qian's family.

in the room.

Qian Lan, who has just turned eighteen years old this year, is already very tall in her room, holding her chin with one hand, flipping through a Buddhist scripture that has just come out of the market in her hand with one hand, and she has some resistance in her heart.

Since the revival of the Heavenly Dao, after hearing that Buddhism has magical powers, secular people naturally think about sending the children in the family to learn Buddhism, and even, even the white things in the family do not look for Maoshan Taoist people, but find the nearest Buddhist monks to overtake......

The Qian family is no exception.

No, even if Qian Lan resisted a little, but for the sake of filial piety, she still copied the Buddhist scriptures with the disgusting feeling in her heart, and prepared to burn them in front of the tablets of Qian Dad and Qian Ma at night......

Knock knock!

"Come in." Qian Lan came back to his senses, closed the Buddhist scriptures that were being copied and became more and more irritable, and said towards the door.

The door was pushed open.

It's a man.

Qian Lan got up and said, "Uncle, why are you here?" ”

The man is Qian Lan's uncle, as for the name? Qian Lan's father is called Qian Yi, and naturally, he is called Qian Er.

Qian Er said with a blank face: "Why can't I come, my eldest brother and sister-in-law died, and I, as an uncle, should come over." ”

Qian Lan snorted twice, didn't give Qian Er any face, and said directly: "Uncle shouldn't be planning to come over and rob my Qian family's property." ”

Qian Er was stunned as if he had been broken by the Tao, and his face turned a little red, but he still said: "What's the matter, your girl is going to get married sooner or later, and as soon as you get married, won't my Qian family's property fall into the hands of outsiders?" ”

Qian Lanpi laughed twice and interrupted: "This is my family's property, what does it have to do with you?" ”

said.

Qian Lan said to the housekeeper of the Qian Mansion who was standing at the door: "Butler, be polite, invite my uncle out." ”

The housekeeper remained motionless.

Qian Lan frowned.

Qian Er smiled and said, "My niece, I am your uncle, and I also have the right to inherit the property left by your father." ”

Qian Lan said expressionlessly: "So, my uncle is here to eat the desperate household?" Is that the uncle still thinking about kicking his niece out of the house? ”

Qian Er waved his hand and said: "This can't be, my brother has just passed away, I, as an uncle, have the responsibility and obligation to take care of my niece, niece rest assured, you can live here, and your uncle will find you a good family to marry in the future." ”

After speaking.

Qian Er laughed twice, turned to the butler at the door, patted his shoulder twice, and said, "Housekeeper, take care of my niece, she will copy the Buddhist scriptures and give them to my eldest brother and sister-in-law at night." ”

The butler nodded, resembling some kind of animal.

Not much.

Bang.

The door was closed, and Qian Lan's eyes shrank as she watched the door closed from the outside.

"Interesting."

"Who."

Qian Lan suddenly came back to his senses and looked back, but saw a handsome middle-aged man in a white Taoist uniform sitting on a chair.

Qian Lan asked with some vigilance, "Who are you?" ”

Su Qing shook his head and smiled.

The next second.

Su Qing clicked with his right hand, and a ray of spiritual light came out of his right hand and disappeared into Qian Lan's mind in an instant.

Qian Lan stiffened and her eyes were closed.

Ten seconds later.

Qian Lan opened her eyes and looked at Su Qing sitting on it, and tears gradually appeared in her beautiful eyes.

The next second.

Qian Lan fell to her knees in front of Su Qing with a bang, silent.

Su Qing looked at the sky and said, "What, don't you plan to call me a teacher?" ”

Qian Lan looked up at the smile on the corner of Su Qing's mouth, and suddenly said, "Disciple Qian Lan to meet the teacher." ”

After speaking.

Qian Lan is three kowtows.

Su Qing laughed and said hello again and again, and with a wave of his right hand, he helped Qian Lan up from the ground.

Qian Lan, who had recovered her previous memory, suddenly pursed her lips and said to Su Qing, "The teacher lied to me. ”

Su Qing said slightly: "Where did the deception come from?" Eighteen years later, I will come back for the teacher, but now it is just eighteen years. ”

Qian Lan nodded and shook her head again: "But teacher, you said that you would find me a good family, but you see ......"

In this life, less than five days after the death of my father and mother, my uncle came to the door to prepare for the bird to occupy the nest, what kind of behavior is this?

Eat it properly.

Su Qing pursed his lips and said, "This matter is not for the teacher, it is for you." ”

Qian Lan was slightly stunned.

Su Qing said lightly: "What about the little bell you held when you were born." ”

Little bells?

Qian Lan pointed to the dresser on his desk, then he was stunned, ran over, and opened it, but it was empty.

Su Qing's heart moved slightly, and he looked in the direction of the Jinshan Temple outside the city and said with a smile: "Don't look for it, that magic weapon is already on the Jinshan Temple." ”

Qian Lan turned around and frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and said: "By the way, teacher, two days before my father and mother died, my uncle once came to my room, he must have lost gambling again, and he came to me to look for jewelry and prepare to pay off the money in exchange for gambling funds." ”

Su Qing waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'll get it back later, what are your plans here now, go home with the teacher." ”

Qian Lan was silent.

Half ringing.

Qian Lan returned to Su Qing and knelt down and said, "Teacher, the grace of birth and nurturing cannot be repaid, the disciple wants to accompany his parents here for the first seven years, and after seeing them for the last time, he is going back with the teacher." ”

Su Qing smiled: "What's so difficult about this. ”

The next second.

Su Qing's mana burst out, directly broke the road to the netherworld, got up and said to Qian Lan, who was still kneeling on the ground: "Let's go, the teacher is also very curious now, although the luck of this family selected for you is not strong, but it is not bad, and there will definitely be no such thing as a sudden death, could it be that eighteen years have passed, and those two bald donkeys have forgotten the wrath of the thunderstorm cloud of the poor road?" ”

Qian Lan: "......"