Peacock Villas, Salesian Hospital

"Ji Hongchen?"

"Who is she?"

Master Lingxiu warmly welcomed Chu Qianqiu, because because of his arrival, the funds of the entire Salesian Institute have become extremely sufficient, and the price of food has also shown a downward trend.

When the merchants of Fengzhou heard the notice of Lord Zhongwu that the grain from Lingzhou, Yuzhou, and Jiangzhou was on the way and would be delivered soon, they began to carefully sell the stored grain, fearing that there would be no such good opportunity to make money at that time.

Although food prices are still high, it is already extremely good news for Lingxiu Shitai.

So she was full of gratitude for Chu Qianqiu's behavior and warmly entertained him.

It's just that for Ji Hongchen, who Chu Qianqiu asked, she seemed a little dazed.

Lingxiu Shitai was in Yihong Courtyard at the beginning, and she was just an ordinary member, she practiced "Western Heaven Bliss Gong", not to mention the Oiran, she had never even been popular, so it was naturally impossible to know about the hidden veins of the Hehuan Sect.

"That's what she looks like."

Chu Qianqiu smiled, took out the picture in his memory, turned it into a portrait, and clicked into the sea of Lingxiu Shitai's knowledge, so that she could clearly see the woman in red.

"Isn't this Miss Su?"

"Miss Su?"

Chu Qianqiu was taken aback at first, and then thought that she often went out in a vest, and it was normal for her to change her name to come to the Salesian Hospital.

"Oh, Miss Su is a good person."

"She actually donated a lot of silver to the Salesian Hospital, more than Brother Qin."

"Originally, this Salesian Home was dilapidated and small, but since Miss Su donated money, it has slowly grown bigger."

Master Lingxiu mentioned Ji Hongchen and began to chant Buddha.

"Then you know who this girl Su is." Chu Qianqiu asked with some curiosity.

"Yes."

"She should be the concubine of the monks on Peacock Mountain."

"It's really like a bodhisattva."

Master Lingxiu said mysteriously, making Chu Qianqiu laugh dumbly.

"Miss Su is not a concubine, you can't ruin someone's reputation."

"Lord Zhongwu, why is this a bad reputation, being able to be a concubine of a high monk is the dream of the girl of Yihong Courtyard."

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

Master Lingxiu recited the Buddha's name, and then Chu Qianqiu remembered it.

This is Fengzhou, where most of the monks have money, status, and martial arts, and are the real leisure class.

If it was a combination of a samurai and a monk in the previous life, then the status would naturally be very high.

"But ah, that Miss Su has a quirk."

"What quirks?"

"She likes little boys."

"Let's draw some portraits of little boys and give them to her."

"For every extra one, one or two more pieces of silver will be given."

"Many children in the Salesian Home learn to draw just to make some money."

Master Lingxiu looked left and right, and then said in a low voice.

The little boy, the portrait, surnamed Su, buying and selling people, Ji Hongchen was furious.

Taken together, this information points to an incredible result.

It can't be such a coincidence.

Chu Qianqiu suddenly thought of a possibility, and his face changed slightly.

That is Ji Hongchen's true identity, in fact, it is Su Changsheng's sister, Su Simiao. (Note: Chapter 106)

It can't be that the younger brother went to Daxia to be a dragon guard, and the elder sister was accepted as an apprentice by the previous generation of Ji Nu in the process of looking for her younger brother, and finally became the heir of this generation of Ji Nu.

"What does that little boy look like, is there a portrait?"

"Yes, yes."

"Miss Su always said that she had forgotten the appearance of the little boy, so she asked us to draw one after another, and she kept saying that it was wrong."

"Later, Brother Qin came up with an idea, let Miss Su keep the appearance that she thinks is right, and we will continue to paint."

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"I've been painting for many years, and that's probably what it looks like."

Mrs. Ling Xiu quickly found a picture, which was a little boy who looked a little silly.

Chu Qianqiu was taken aback, this seemed to be two or three points similar to Su Changsheng in his memory.

Is there such a coincidence in this world?

No wonder the Chu family spent so much effort, Long Seventeen failed to find Su Simiao's whereabouts through the intelligence network of the bad people in Great Xia.

Because she has forgotten the past.

Chu Qianqiu hurriedly asked his ancestor Wan Chengren, who lived in the [Houde Zaiwu Sword].

[Ancestor, how could this Ji Hongchen forget his younger brother? 】

[Will the cultivation of the Seven Emotions cause such consequences? 】

Chu Qianqiu asked a little puzzled, he also has "Seven Feelings Tips", and it doesn't seem to mention this situation above.

[The cultivation of "Seven Feelings" will only make people too forgetful, and even ruthless. 】

[But the Leaving Hate Palace once developed a poison called Forgetful Water.] 】

It is both a treasure and a poison. 】

Wan Chengren was silent for a moment, and then said slowly.

[Forget the water, what does it do?] 】

Chu Qianqiu frowned, and suddenly felt bad in his heart.

[Trade your most cherished memories and emotions for power.] 】

[The deeper your obsession, the greater the true qi that can be transformed. 】

[A normal martial artist uses his true qi to pass through the bridge of heaven and earth and transform into a divine soul. 】

[However, the water of forgetfulness is a rare counterexample, which can transform emotions into true qi and promote cultivation. 】

Wan Chengren's words made Chu Qianqiu gasp.

What is the difference between this and poison?

He thought that the five major love poisons from the Hate Palace and a little bit of forgetfulness didn't seem to be something unreasonable.

[The water of forgetfulness was originally used to treat emotional wounds, but it was unsuccessful, but he found his wonderful use. 】

[Some martial artists who follow the ruthless path like to use this poison to cultivate disciples. 】

[But this is an evil way, and even the palace master can't tolerate it. 】

Because we find that disciples who do this tend to forget the most precious things and go to extremes. 】

[I didn't expect that after they survived, they actually copied the water of forgetfulness. 】

[If that Ji Hongchen is really Su Simiao, it should be that he has taken the Forgetful Water. 】

[If the old man didn't guess wrong, he still lied to her to drink it. 】

Wan Chengren said with some embarrassment, but he could understand why the person who fled did this.

This means that when cultivating disciples, there is no need to look for those good talents and beautiful jades, as long as the obsession is deep enough and the hatred is strong enough, there is a chance to become an excellent disciple of the Lihate Palace.

It's no wonder that the Lihate Palace was attacked by a group back then, and it was not for no reason.

"Lord Chungmu?"

Master Lingxiu saw that Chu Qianqiu was suddenly silent for a long time, worried that something was wrong with the other party, and hurriedly asked.

"I need an artist, the best."

Chu Qianqiu immediately commanded, he had already thought of how to deal with Ji Hongchen.

If she is really Su Changsheng's sister, then there is a way to bring her over.

"Yes, Lord Chungmu."

"Poor nuns, this will be arranged." Master Lingxiu nodded again and again, for fear that Chu Qianqiu would be a little dissatisfied.

Soon, a handsome scholar appeared in front of Chu Qianqiu.

"I've seen adults, and I'm a bookkeeper at the Salesian Hospital, and I can also write a few Danqing pens."

"Draw someone for me."

"Yes, sir."

Chu Qianqiu used the spirit seed again, allowing him to see the picture of Su Changsheng.

This Bai Chengwen did not lie either, and quickly drew the level of a nine-point portrait.

"Very good, reward you."

Chu Qianqiu took out an ingot, which was worth 10 taels of silver, and handed it to the bookkeeper of the Salesian Hospital.

"My lord, that's too much."

Bai Chengwen swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said.

"If you take it, take it."

"Master Xie."

"Master Lingxiu."

"The poor nun is here."

"Send this portrait to Peacock Mountain, and say that I have the whereabouts of this boy."