Hearing Yin Wushuang's words, Jiang Liushi wiped her tears with her sleeve, and she said in a low voice: "The concubine's full name is Liu Qiao'er." ”

Rumble!

Yin Wushuang is like a thunderbolt!

When he was young in his previous life, Yin Wushuang remembered that there was a begging festival in the depths of the mountains.

The maidservants and guards placed river lanterns by the river to make wishes, and all kinds of river lanterns carried candles and wishes drifted farther and farther away.

At that time, Yin Wushuang was still young, and he vaguely knew that the Qiqiao Festival was a festival among lovers.

After she coaxed Wuchen to sleep, she walked out of the door and unexpectedly saw Uncle Jiang.

Uncle Jiang also placed river lamps by the river, his eyes were very gentle, different from the cold and cautious in the past.

Xiao Yin Wushuang walked over with curiosity, squatted beside Uncle Jiang and asked, "Uncle Jiang, isn't the river lantern of the Qiqiao Festival used to make wishes for the love of men and women?" ”

Uncle Jiang touched Xiao Yin Wushuang's head, "Your Uncle Jiang is also a person with a wife." ”

Xiao Yin Wushuang blinked: "Why have I never seen it?" Who is she? What is your name? ”

"Her name is Qiao'er, and she's not here, far away." Uncle Jiang looked at the river lantern floating away and said softly: "In the future, the eldest lady, maybe you can see her." ”

Xiao Yin Wushuang hummed and nodded.

At that time, Yin Wushuang was still young and didn't know too many feelings, so he could only vaguely notice that Uncle Jiang seemed to be a little sad.

Time flies, space is replaced, and Yin Wushuang returns from the Qiankun Continent in his memory to the back mountain of the side peak of the Dao Sect in an instant.

At her feet, there was Jiang Liu, who was kneeling with a portrait.

Yin Wushuang's eyes became complicated.

The same name, the same appearance, the same scars, and even the wife is called "Qiao'er" the same.

Is this anastomosis an accident?

"Sect, sect master." Jiang Liushi raised his head: "Where have you seen the husband of the concubine?" ”

"I've seen it on jade." Yin Wushuang retracted his gaze, said a few words to Xiao Shi, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Liushi looked at the back of Yin Wushuang leaving, puzzled, and said to himself: "Could it be that on the jade of the Taoist Sect, there are also portraits of all disciples, so do you know that there is a scar on the neck of the husband?" ”

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Yin Wushuang returned to the main peak, Yin Tianji happened to be dealing with some accounts, and when he saw Yin Wushuang coming back, he asked, "How is Xiaoshi's practice?" ”

"Cultivation has made a lot of progress, and the foundation has been built at the third level." Yin Wushuang took out the sect jade, turned to the page with the word "Jiang Jin" written on it, pointed to these two words, and asked Yin Tianji: "Cousin, within the Dao Sect, is there any information about this person?" ”

Yin Tianji leaned over to take a look, and was a little surprised: "Cousin, why do you care about this person?" This person has disappeared for a long time, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead. ”

"When I went to pick up Xiaoshi, I met Jiang Jin's wife, Jiang Liu, and chatted with her for a few words. She has a deep affection for her husband Jiang Jin, so she wants to help her find her husband. Yin Wushuang pursed his lips.

"I see." Yin Tianji closed the account book, he looked at Yin Wushuang, and said: "Speaking of which, this Jiang Jin is still your father's henchman, and his strength is quite strong. ”

Yin Wushuang's heart moved: "My father's henchman? As a confidant, where was my father on the night of his accident? ”

"When your father had an accident, it was late at night, and I was young, less than ten years old, and I slept in the dark." Yin Tianji scratched his head, quite helpless, he said: "I only know that when I woke up, your father, your mother, and this Jiang Jin were all gone. ”