Chapter Eighty-Four: The Past of the Bridge (Part II)

It sounds like Yinque'er is a nickname, and this Mr. Xingzhai is really amazing, and he even knows the nickname.

Qin Xi leaned into Linghu Zhenzhen's ear and whispered: "Little senior sister, Mr. likes to listen to the short stories of his parents, you tell him about living in the mountains before, tell him more." ”

Okay, no problem. Ling Fox Zhenzhen nodded cautiously.

Qin Xi touched her head and said: "Sir, this is my little senior sister, she has had a rough life since she was a child, she has experienced a lot, and she has been to the mountains and seas, so it is better to let her tell her husband while letting me read the story of Yinqueer, so that I can save some time for my husband to write more scripts." ”

Xingzhai nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, you come with me." ”

Everyone followed him into the small building, but they saw that the floor was full of paper and ink, and even the bookcase was drowned in it. He didn't care if there was a place to stay, he just sat down in front of the bookcase, took a pen and paper, and immediately made a move, and he didn't know where to summon four or five thin books, and threw them to Qin Xi without hesitation.

"Girl, you can say it. Xingzhai picked up the pen expectantly.

Linghu Zhenzhen immediately said: "When I was four years old, I fell into the mud pond to pick wild fruits, and my uncle said that he had never seen such a stinky child as me. ”

Qin Xi held back a smile and avoided it, and flipped through the four or five books casually, the cover was very simple, and each book only had the words "Silver Bird Shi Yang".

Is this the past between Yingqiao Fairy and Shi Yang?

He was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart, but he still calmly flipped through the books, it seems that these stories were all told by Shi Yang to Xingzhai, the account is very scattered and messy, tracing back to the roots, even a hundred years ago.

More than 100 years ago, Shi Yang had not yet entered the Xuanshan Snake Clan, and a group of chaotic demons entrenched in a barren mountain in Yuzhou, occupying the mountain as the king, and doing all the bad things.

The silver sparrow was one of his evil deeds.

This young and beautiful girl with no background somehow appeared in the barren mountain scarred, was found by Shi Yang, dragged back to the village and raped. Later, she wanted to kill her, but the girl was extremely docile and considerate, and had some shallow cultivation, so Shi Yang left her.

Because they caused trouble everywhere and caused trouble to the people, they finally attracted the Xianmen to kill. A group of rabble demons, where can they withstand the pursuit of the monks, and when they are cornered, Yinque'er has a strange plan, leading the group of demons to dodge and counterattack, and in turn killing the Xianmen monks.

Yinque'er gradually became the leader, she rewarded and punished in moderation, the scheduling was clear, whether it was burning, killing and plundering, or dealing with the immortal gate, she could always do it clean and neat. Shi Yang's small village built haphazardly became larger and larger, and he found that no one listened to him anymore, and what was worse was that he found that he couldn't leave Yinque'er, and all his thoughts were her.

Later, Yinque'er was no longer willing to only recruit demons, her power became bigger and bigger, and gradually began to recruit evil monks, and when they were about to dominate Yuzhou, they finally faced the real disaster of destruction - a very powerful immortal gate was dispatched.

They lost badly, and Yinque'er was also captured, however, Xu cherished her talents and qualifications, and there were immortals who were willing to accept her as a beginner, and she became a monk from then on. Shi Yang hadn't seen her for many years, and because she missed her too much, the words recorded here in the book were very lingering.

A certain year after Yinque'er abandoned evil and followed good, Shi Yang finally saw her again, just like the first time he saw her, he was scarred again. Once again, he rescued her and took care of her. For Shi Yang, this is to regain his love, and Yinque'er did not disappoint him, making suggestions step by step, and finally helping him become the patriarch of the Xuanshan Snake Clan.

The book is very thin, I can read it in one go after four or five copies, all in all, this is the narrative of Shi Yang's love affair with Yinque'er in his heart, but Qin Xi feels that he is more like wishful thinking from beginning to end.

But the key is not here, even in Shi Yang's memories full of soft feelings, it can still be seen that Yingqiao Fairy is really a character, thoughtful, bent and stretched, and full of ambition, no matter where she is thrown, she can explode thunder.

Moreover, he seemed to know who she was.

Qin Xi closed the book and walked back to the bookcase, unexpectedly, Xingzhai was still carefully recording the monstrous trivial things that Ling Hu Zhenzhen said, and he was not impatient.

"When I was fifteen years old, there was a fire in the mountains, and the monkeys sent several roasted pork legs, but they couldn't bite them. ”

Seeing Qin Xi coming, Xingzhai smiled slightly: "After reading it, Xiaoyou seems to have gained a lot, and I have also gained a lot, it's really a good encounter." ”

Qin Xi returned the book to him and asked, "These are all what Shi Yang said to Mr. himself?"

Xingzhai bowed: "He used to have a good relationship with me, maybe to curry favor with me, but he is a straight intestine, and gradually began to tell the truth and confide in me about the past. As for what else the bridge fairy did, I have to wait for other destined people to tell me the story. ”

After that, he looked at Ling Hu Zhenzhen again, and said gently: "The girl's experience is very interesting, but haven't you noticed it yourself?

Ling Fox Zhenzhen was stunned: "What did I forget?"

He picked up the dense white paper written in front of him: "The girl even remembers the trivial matter of falling into the mud at the age of four, but she has not the slightest description of literacy and hyphenation, and suddenly she can read and write at the age of seven, and at the age of ten she mentions writing letters with her uncle." You haven't mentioned half a word about cultivation, but at the age of thirteen, you were suddenly able to beat the wolves in the mountains, and at the age of fifteen, you became the king of the mountains. The girl mentioned that she could write to her uncle, but you said that she couldn't find him after he left, isn't it strange?

Ling Fox Zhenzhen pondered hard: "No...... I ......"

The things he said were like a fog in her mind, and every time she tried to get rid of them, the thoughts were like snowflakes like water, and there was something in the dark that prevented her from remembering.

She held her forehead, and was about to compete, when she suddenly heard Qin Xi say: "People don't remember everything from childhood to adulthood, why should Mr. be competitive." ”

With that, he took out a silk bag from his sleeve, which seemed to contain some fragments heavily.

"Little Senior Sister. He handed her the silk bag, "Senior brother suddenly remembered just now, the day before yesterday I packed up my things and found this broken jade gourd, which was my junior brother's favorite thing in the past, I don't know if the junior sister is willing to help the junior brother take a look and mend it." ”

Ling Fox Zhenzhen's eyes lit up: "Leave it to me, you wait!"

She excitedly found a spacious place and began to concentrate on tossing the fragments of the jade gourd.

Qin Xi glanced at the Ten Thousand Rat Demon Monarch, this Demon Monarch was quite keen, knowing that he must have something to inquire about Xingzhai, but he didn't want to let himself stand here and listen, so he immediately quietly avoided it.

Qin Xi looked at Xingzhai at this time: "I also have something to ask sir, does sir, do you know much about Ling Huyu?"

Xingzhai pointed to a three-story building with locked doors and windows outside the window: "His deeds have installed three bookshelves in my book palace, and Xiaoyou is afraid to look at it for several days just by looking at it, and I don't know whether it is true or false." The matter of Ling Fox Feather is more detailed in the records of your Immortal Sect, right?"

Qin Xi shook his head: "It's not those, I just want to ask, are there any rumors about his wife or something." ”

Xingzhai instead showed a very interested expression: "Wife, do you mean the favorite concubine of the Southern Wilderness Emperor? The rumors about her are really just rumors, and there is no credibility, if you know anything, can you tell me?"

"I don't know, that's why I asked sir. So, sir, do you have any rumors about the Southern Wilderness Emperor's interesting and strange subordinates?"

Xingzhai pondered for a moment: "There is a story that has been banned for a long time, I heard that the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness killed a river of blood in order to prohibit storytellers from telling this story. If you want to see it, tell me your story. ”

Qin Xi said lightly: "I was born into a wealthy family, but before the age of three, the family suddenly fell into ruin, and the branches and leaves were scattered, leaving only my parents to lead me to live a difficult life. When he was four years old, his father killed his mother with his own hands. When he was five years old, his father died at the hands of thieves. When I was eight years old, my husband, who was taking care of me, died tragically in the fire. Later, I was kidnapped by thieves, and I was rescued by the Taishang Mai monks, because of my very good qualifications, I entered the Taishang Mai, and at the age of thirteen, I entered the first vein, and practiced diligently every day, which was very dull and leisurely. ”

Xingzhai looked at him thoughtfully: "Xiaoyou's words are clearly full of murderous intent, how can you talk about being bland and careless?"

Qin Xi didn't answer, but said: "I don't have any interesting stories, only this personal experience, Mr. thinks it's okay, so give me the story of the Southern Wilderness Emperor, if not, then I can only casually arrange a story for Mr. to relieve his boredom." ”

Xingzhai wrote down his experience with a smile: "The family withered, the father killed the mother, and the benefactor who raised the benefactor died tragically. You're the third monk I've ever seen with such a background, and the first two have caused bizarre disasters. Don't blame you, I just feel it. Come, the story is for you. ”

He handed over a thin book, and the words "Emperor Ban of the Southern Wilderness" were written on the cover.

Qin Xi didn't read a few pages when he opened it, and saw that it was written: King Nan's favored minister, his face was covered with black fog, and he didn't show his true face, and King Nan privately called him: Ah Si.