Linxian Island was still in summer weather, and with a bang, a thunder sounded outside, as if a light knife as thin as a fly's leg, broken like a dead branch, and as long as a vine, cut through the stuffy dome.

Ling Cong, who was sleeping soundly on the back of his chair, was woken up by this sound. He picked up the blanket that had fallen on the floor, and when there was a flash outside, the room was bright and dark, and then a boom was heard. Between the lightning and flint, Ling Cong saw the falling hair on the blanket, mixed with two or three silver threads, and couldn't help but sigh: It's really time to make people old. In the blink of an eye, he is about to enter the stage of "knowing the destiny of heaven" from the year of not being confused, which makes those who have never had a reason to panic, and there is a state of mind of "lonely old man".

A few drops of rain fell in the sky, the sound peeled off, and then suddenly there was a loud noise, and the entire Linxian Island was raining heavily.

The rain made Ling Cong's face really sober up, sweeping away the melancholy and weakness before the moment, and there was only coldness and severity between his eyes.

Ling Cong, looking at the fire mountain outside the window, changed again after the heavy rain fell.

It's not like the scorching heat before, but it looks a little sleepy.

There was a fire falcon that flew into the window with its wings fluttering out of the rain. He landed on a thin gold-filigree crescent moon by the window, not a drop of rain on him, and his feathers were dry and fluffy.

Ling Cong walked to the side of the shelf, took off a round ball of fire cloud tied with fire cloud silk from the leg of the fire falcon, spun it six times, and took out a white ash pill. He put the ash pill on a stone platform on the full moon frame, and the fire falcon slowly spit out a flame, and the soft and thin flame wrapped the ash pill, the ash melted and disappeared, and a cloud of silk in the pill was revealed.

When the fire falcon saw that the silk silk had come out, it stopped spitting fire, closed its eyes and fell asleep.

Ling Cong unfolded the silk silk, this is a secret letter from his daughter Ling Luan Luan from the Evian Pavilion in Fenghua City.

The letter contains three lines explaining the affairs of Eviankan, and the sulfur mining methods of the Zhu family of the country of Pasa. Ling Cong was quite appreciative, thinking: Luan Luan shot has never been lost.

Since Jin Caicai's death, everyone in the Shenxie Pavilion has been a plate of scattered sand, each with their own thoughts. After Ling Fengfeng lost his wife, although his face was not dewed, he had a rather sad look, but his heart became more and more impatient, wanting to seize the sovereignty of Shenxie Pavilion.

This Shenxie Pavilion has always been the property of the Jin family of the Jin Yin clan, and it is said that the Jin family is also in charge, Jin Caicai's younger brother Jin Dede, and he is a person with a backbone, he is the biggest threat to Ling Fengfeng. Thinking of Jin Dede, Ling Fengfeng couldn't sleep, for fear that he would not be able to escape the control of the Jin family in this life.

Because of this incident, Ling Fengfeng lost sleep for several nights, and the person became withered and dull, and the color of his eye sockets became extremely dark and pale. That night, he suddenly heard someone in the pavilion playing a tune, and listened carefully, it was Qian Chenming playing "Flower Moon Thick". The sound of the piano is low, inaudible, and difficult for ordinary people to detect. Only he made Fengfeng insomnia for several nights, and his nerves became particularly sensitive, and this subtle sound of the piano made him listen to it in his ears, and he felt like a natural sound.

From the sound of the piano, he thought of Qian Chenming's beautiful appearance, and became more and more fascinated, and thought that this Qian Chenming had always been a good massage hand, and he didn't feel even more lovesick.

Thinking about it, I couldn't wait any longer, so I only sent someone to invite Qian Chenming to come, and told him about the pain of losing his wife, and all kinds of sorrows......

Qian Chenming listened quietly, heard the sadness on his face, and also heard the lovesick enthusiasm in his words, so he also pretended to be sad on his face, and said: "Mrs. Jin's death is too sudden, your sadness is reasonable, but don't get too into your heart and lungs." Now that the things in the pavilion have also fallen on you, you are too tired, how about the concubine press your forehead?"

Ling Fengfeng simply lay back, enjoying the softness of the beauty, the slender hand rubbed and clicked on his forehead several times, and his worries ran out of the clouds, and he grabbed Qian Chenming's hand.

In the afternoon of this day, Jin Caicai's younger brother Jin Dede ran to the Evian Pavilion and knelt in front of Ling Luan Luan in the Sanssouci Pavilion. When he finished what he wanted to say, he bowed his head and said nothing.

"If you want your sister Jin Caicai to come back to life, it's impossible, people can't be resurrected after death. Moreover, her soul is no longer in her shell. Ling Luan said.

"I know you have a way. "Jin has to look up at Ling Luan.

"There's no way, I can only promise you that the body of Jin Caicai will not rot, and the rest will wait later. Ling Luan said, looking at Jin Dede, "I have one condition. If you agree, your sister's body will remain intact, and if you don't, she will be cremated as soon as possible. ”

"I promise. "I know what you want, I've brought everything." Jin Dede already knew that Ling Luan Luan's purpose was to apply for the pavilion, and he really had no intention of taking care of this empty pavilion without his sister Jin Caicai. His mind is full of pictures of Jin Caicai's love for his younger brother since he was a child.

The Jin family is flourishing, each has an industry, but the favor is weak.

It's just that Jin Caicai has loved his younger brother since he was a child, and he does everything himself, what business matters, various factions in the family, everything that Jin Caicai takes care of, he takes this younger brother with him, and calls him the doorway here.

Jin Dede is naturally smarter than the other children of the Jin family. When he got older, he had some achievements outside, and Jin Caicai was overjoyed when he saw him every day, and he was proud of this younger brother.

Jin Dede has loved to eat boiled peas since he was a child, and Jin Caicai loves to always prepare a bowl for him. He goes out in all seasons to support his head and face, and Jin Caicai will also collect embroiderers from all over the world to cut them for him, and sew them brilliantly and neatly for him. His underwear is even more sloppy. This kind of close-fitting clothes, Jin Caicai has checked them one by one, and sometimes there is a place where the stitches are not neat, Jin Caicai has ordered people to change it, and if he can't look at it, he will adjust it himself.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation, all of which are meticulous and without any mistakes, how can such a sister not let Jin Dede miss it?

Now I see the tunic and the tunic and the crown of boots that I am wearing...... In the gentle eyes of my sister, I chose all the ones, as if Jin Caicai was still alive and did not go far......

Thinking of this, two tears slipped from the corners of Jin Dede's eyes.

Ling Luanluan ordered people to change the deeds he brought, and handed over all the property shops in Shenxie Pavilion to the name of the Ling family of the Linxian clan. After the few people who sorted out the deed spread out the part of the deed to be signed and withdrew, Ling Luan Luan picked up a small jade box and walked in front of Jin Dede.

"Yo, cry!" Ling Luan looked at him with a smile and sighed again.

Chapter 43 collects wealth from the world and chases the soul of the soul