Chen Fusheng watched for a long time.

The doubts in my heart deepened.

In the boudoir of a woman in a green building, how can there be a picture of the cultivation world?

These paintings, in the eyes of ordinary people, are just wonderful ideas of pen and ink.

But for Chen Fusheng, what he sees in the painting is a photo of a master of cultivation. The content of any image can be described as a myth.

Could it be that Jiang Ni is also a cultivator?

Chen Fusheng pondered it carefully and felt that there was such a possibility.

Thinking of this, Chen Fusheng secretly bent his fingers and asked a hexagram for this meeting.

After a while, I got a hexagram "stacking camps and waves".

This hexagram is not a good hexagram.

But it's not a bad thing, it's a matter of trade-offs.

The ridge is water, and the stacked ridge is a metaphor for danger and trap, which has the meaning of warning.

Fubo is to follow the flow direction, be flexible, and turn bad into good.

Chen Fusheng is also the first time to get this kind of ambiguous hexagram that is both good and bad.

"This shows that this meeting has too much to do with myself. Therefore, there will be unpredictable deviations in the results of divination and divination......"

Chen Fusheng secretly raised his vigilance.

There was silence in the room.

About after the tea time.

On the opposite side of the jade white table where Chen Fusheng was sitting, the gauze curtain that covered the inside was gently opened.

A tall young woman came with all her faces.

The woman wore a very white feathered dress with a light green jade belt to tie her waist.

Ying Ying's thin waist is upward, which is full and inconsistent with her age. The neck is as white as congealed cream, wearing a crystal chain, and the pendant is like a drop of water, looming.

She was really not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The appearance is not very beautiful, the eyebrows are as thin as flying, the eyes are not big, and they are even a little open. The nose is quite slender and the lips are slightly thin.

But these not glamorous facial features show a very unique temperament. There is an exotic atmosphere in the beauty, a bit of lazy, even indifferent perception.

She obviously looks young, not mature. But between walking and looking forward to it, there is a subtle majesty, as if he was born in a noble family, and his nature is like this.

Chen Fusheng didn't look at it twice, and knew that she must be Jiang Botong's sister.

Because there is indeed a faint similarity between the two, blood relatives.

"I am Jiang Ni, and I have seen Taoist friends. ”

The woman rolled up her sleeves very plainly, sat down on the opposite side of the table generously, and glanced at Chen Fusheng:

"Daoist friends are related to my master's family?

Chen Fusheng didn't expect that this master's sister would behave without pretentiousness, chic and generous, not at all like the beauty and immaturity that appeared at age.

Moreover, the tone of speech is also the tone between cultivators, naturally.

After being stunned for a moment, Chen Fusheng returned the salute with a fist:

"Under the surname Chen, the name is floating. ”

"Long story short. This time, I did have a private matter, and I wanted to verify it with Miss Jiang. ”

"Oh?"

Jiang Ni frowned slightly, but then his face remained the same. Neither surprised nor suspicious, he said indifferently:

"Chen Daoyou, please speak, as long as it is related to me, I will naturally not hide it. ”

After Chen Fusheng groaned, he whispered:

"Does Miss Jiang know that Dr. Jiang, the famous doctor in Yanlang Lane?"

"Yes. ”

Jiang Ni still nodded indifferently, "Doctor Jiang is my father, and I am a concubine." ”

Chen Fusheng immediately froze.

Before he came, he imagined countless scenes of confession.

What weeping, what scolding, what complaining and desolation, etc., etc., all thought of how to deal with the words.

However, I didn't expect that Jiang Ni actually knew his origin?

"How do you know?" Chen Fusheng couldn't help but ask.

"Three years ago, the mother of the Jiang family once came to visit me and wanted to redeem me to go home, but I refused. ”

Jiang Ni said as usual, "My biological mother is ashamed of the Jiang family, and the Jiang family is ashamed of me." The two phases are flattened, and there is no delay or arrears, so I have no plans to return to Jiang's house. ”

Chen Fusheng was in a complicated mood, and said after a while:

"Then you also know about the extinction of the Jiang family?"

"I have tried my best to investigate this matter, but there is no eyebrow at this time. But the kindness of the biological father must not be repaid. If I can track down the culprit, I will definitely kill him and go to worship. ”

Jiang Ni said plainly, as if he took this matter for granted.

Chen Fusheng didn't say anything, but Jiang Ni raised his eyes and stared at him and asked:

"Chen Daoyou has an old relationship with the Jiang family, why did you come to ask?"

Chen Fusheng didn't go around anymore, went straight to the topic, and hugged his fists:

"I am a closed disciple of Jiang Botong, the son of the Jiang family, and I came this time to invite Miss Jiang back to Jiang's house, collect the remains of my teacher, and put them in the ground. ”

Jiang Ni's calm and indifferent face had a hint of surprise fluctuations.

After a while, she whispered as if to herself:

"It turned out that the mother of the Jiang family said that he was the only son in the family, and he would not return when he went out to study. The family has no heirs, so Jiang's father has the idea of taking a concubine...... It turns out that everything is true......"

After she muttered to herself, she looked up at Chen Fusheng and suddenly asked:

"Your master is from the Daomen?"

"Exactly. Chen Fusheng nodded, "Daomen Penglai is orthodox." ”

"Why do you have to ask me to collect your master's remains?" Jiang Ni asked again.

Chen Fusheng briefly talked about his master's past, and then said that he made a homecoming oath to protect his soul.

"Only by returning the fallen leaves of the teacher's remains to the roots, the dearest people will receive sacrifices, and they will be buried in the earth. The teacher can rest in peace with one soul, protect future generations, and complete the meaning of this life. ”

There was a slight hint of respect in Jiang Ni's eyes, and after being silent, he shook his head for a long time and said:

"It's not that I'm unkind, I can't help it. Within a year, I can't leave Chaochun Tower, so I can't go to Jiang Mansion, forgive me!"

Chen Fusheng was suddenly shocked, and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

Jiang Ni continued to shake his head: "Fellow Daoists, forgive me, I can't say it." ”

This sudden change happened!

Chen Fusheng was dumbfounded, and after a while, he said with difficulty:

"Miss Jiang, do you know that if my master can't enter the earth in the next few days, he will be swallowed by the Daomen oath. At least it will sink into hell, or at worst, it will give birth to a treacherous change, and it will never be reborn?"

Jiang Ni's face was ashamed, but then he returned to indifference and shook his head indifferently:

"Fellow Daoists, forgive me, I can't say it, I can't go, I can't help it. ”

Chen Fusheng suppressed the boiling mood, gritted his teeth, stood up, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice:

"Miss Jiang, you say a condition, no matter how difficult it is, I will definitely do it for you!"

"I can make a vow, as long as you come with me, and receive the priest. After the ceremony is completed, you say anything, I can do it with all my might!"

Jiang Ni raised his eyes and stared at Chen Fusheng, his eyes flowing, and he was quite admiring. But he shook his head without hesitation:

"I can't leave Chaochun Tower, there is no room for this matter to turn around. ”

What to do?

Is this building demolished?

Chen Fusheng's thoughts flew around, thinking about how to deal with this difficult matter.

Suddenly!

There was an exclamation from outside.

Faintly it was the voice of the little maid.

Jiang Ni raised his eyebrows, brushed his sleeves and got up, and in an instant he was already close to the door, and said in a cold tone:

"Peach Blossom, what happened?"

The voice did not fall.

Disheveled~~

The splendid door of this attic room makes a loud sound, and it opens spontaneously without wind.

Wearing a high crown, a black robe, and a cloudy face, Mao Kongtong, with his hands in his sleeves, appeared in front of the door, staring at Jiang Ni with eagle-like eyes.

Behind him, Ji Pheasant, a girl in a cotton jacket and cotton pants, turned her sly eyes with a smile and looked around.

On Ji Pheasant's shoulder, the dead-eyed crow squatted and let out a hoarse and piercing quack.

Mao Kongtong's eyes looked at the pictures hanging on the walls of the room, his eyes became more resentful, and he said with a smile:

"The zombie crow guides the culprit here, it turns out to be a disciple of Changmen. So it is very good, so that the old man does not run around. If you want to live, hand over the old man's chance!"

Jiang Ni's face changed sharply, and then he returned to indifference and calmness:

"What did the old gentleman say? I don't understand. ”

Ji Pheasant was behind Mao Kongtong, clapped his hands, and said with a smile:

"Don't quibble! Everyone in the cultivation world knows that Changmen's methods are the most despicable and shameless, and I don't know how many heinous sins he committed back then. Do you do less to take away the opportunity?"

Mao Kongtong laughed dryly:

"Ji Pheasant is right, your Changmen has a bad reputation, is the old man still wronging you?"

"Hand over the opportunity, or the blood will wash this place!"