Ah Lu knew that he was exposed, so he immediately circled the bald man and covered his mouth, and said softly: "Don't make a noise!"

Dong Junqin looked at her and used a small spell and silenced her bald voice.

Ah Lu seemed to hook his shoulders and go to the corner where there were few ghosts. Only after making sure that he would not be found did he let go.

Bald and unrestrained, one hand tremblingly pointed at the two and shouted: "You want to kill me! The living enter the ghost market, and the adults of the Netherworld know about it, and we are all going to hell!"

Ah Lu said, "If the Lord of the Netherworld knew that you asked a remnant soul without a primordial spirit to occupy the body of a dying person to help you do things, would you go to hell?"

Although he was bald and had no eyes, Dong Junqin felt his resentment. But just as he wanted to explain, the baldness made him stop: "Don't speak, you have too much yang energy, I can't stand it." ”

Dong Junqin was embarrassed.

Seeing this, Ah Lu said coquettishly: "Lord Bald, if it weren't for him, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly this time~ People helped me find Cheng Qi, such a big favor, I should also report it~ Haven't you always taught me that even if you are a ghost, you have to repay your kindness~ This Shangguan Hao has a lot of connections with him, and his death is so strange that he can't find out in the yang world, so he has to come to the ghost market to check with his life~"

Dong Junqin had a chill, obviously bald and uncomfortable, so he hurriedly pushed Ah Lu away.

Ban Xiang said, "You can't find anything here." His death was heavenly. That's why the soul will disappear and disappear. ”

Ah Lu was surprised: "Such a serious punishment, heavenly punishment is not only ...... for the most evil?"

Bald stood up and said, "Let me say so, his cultivation is too high, and he has long been no mortal Taoist, and we can't control it." The only one who can condemn his life and death is the gods and demons. But most of the real gods and demons have returned to the ruins, and they will not run out of the way. So it can only be heavenly punishment. ”

Seeing that the two of them were silent, the bald man silently moved backwards: "Okay, you have enough questions today." Take this living man away!"

The two were driven out of the mansion by the bald, and Ah Lu looked at Dong Junqin from time to time.

The number of lives of the fetus is determined by God, and the number of lives of God is determined by heaven. Heavenly punishment, as the name suggests, is this heavenly determination.

Dong Junqin didn't know whether to marvel at Bai Yuan's high cultivation level or be shocked at what he had done to attract such a heavenly punishment as a violent death.

By the time Dong Junqin came back from his contemplation, the two had already arrived at the entrance of Flower Street.

"Okay, Cheng Yan has been delivered, and Bai Yuan Immortal and your master have also asked for you. Ah Lu seemed a little reluctant, and said after a while, "Thank you for sending me here." Before your breath of the living is out, hurry back. Oh, this half of the Yang Pill will be taken after I go back. ”

Dong Junqin said: "Then you don't have it?"

Alyu shrugged: "Ask him again, if he doesn't give it, it's a big deal I'll shout twice." ”

Dong Junqin suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the baldness.

The two said goodbye awkwardly, and Dong Junqin returned to Luozhou along the way he came.

At this time, Luozhou, the sunrise and morning light, compared with the bustle of the ghost market, it is comfortable and quiet.

Dong Junqin took the second half of the pill to return to Yang, and after a while, his five senses returned to normal.

He stared back at the river for a moment before turning to the sword and the Yanjiao.

Compared with the bustle of Changyu and Luozhou, Yanjiao is much more deserted.

Yanjiao was originally a small village called Lu Village, and every family made a living from farming. Later, the royal family moved the capital to Yancheng, and it became the current Yanjiao, which is equivalent to the meaning of the suburbs of Beijing.

After the development of Dongjiazhongcaotang, the planting industry in Yanjiao followed. For this reason, although Yanjiao has an official government, it is obvious that the people here are more stammered with Chongcaotang.

No, as soon as Dong Junqin came out of the bamboo forest and walked home, he was surrounded by neighbors.

greeted all the way to the door of the house, and a few people who had just been treated for a good illness and were about to leave put their feet back again.

The people in the heavy grass hall felt that something was wrong, looked outside, and said in surprise: "The young master is back!"

Then a middle-aged man with a shy stomach came out: "What are you doing, go back to work." ”

Dong Junqin moved to the door and said apologetically: "Steward Zhao." ”

Uncle Zhao sighed: "Young master, I beg you, go through the back door next time." The side door will also do!"

Dong Junqin smiled: "Okay." ”

Uncle Zhao followed Dong Junqin back to the backyard, and happened to bump into a girl walking out angrily.

Uncle Zhao hurriedly stopped: "Ah Xiang! what's wrong!"

"Da Bao he ......" Ah Xiang just talked with Da Bao, didn't pay attention to Dong Junqin, and only now did he see his tongue knotted, "Less...... Master, are you back?"

Dong Junqin snorted, and didn't forget to glance at Dabao and motioned for him to leave first.

"Hey, Xiaojuan! The young master's house will be cleaned up, and then some hot water will be used to wash the young master's face. Ah Xiang's sophistication is a little more meticulous than his father's, "Young master, do you want to eat something first or wash up and rest first." ”

Dong Junqin walked inside and asked, "How is Ji Yue?"

Ah Xiang said: "Miss Song is very good, but it is windy today, so I didn't let her come out and rest in the house." Young Master, are you going to Miss Song's house first?"

Dong Junqin shook his head: "The wind and dust are too big, wash up first." ”

Changing into civilian clothes, Dong Junqin went towards the southern courtyard. As soon as he walked through the moon gate, he saw a little maid come out with a dinner plate.

When the maid saw him, she said happily, "Young Master, you're back!"

Dong Junqin bowed.

The maid put down the dinner plate and turned around and knocked on the door: "Miss, the young master is back." ”

Then she opened the door, and a long-lost smell of fragrant medicine came to her face.

The décor of this boudoir is simple and elegant, and the only pendant is a large and small incense sachet.

A thin woman on the couch sat up, put on her coat, and came to the door.

The woman was about to bow down, Dong Junqin waved her hand and said, "Is my sister okay today?"

The corners of Song Jiyue's pale mouth pulled up slightly: "With Dr. Lu here, Ah Jun doesn't have to worry." ”

Dong Junqin nodded and motioned for the maid to help her sit down. After closing the door, Dong Junqin took out a handkerchief and put it on Song Jiyue's wrist, and then took her pulse.

Halfway, he frowned: "Doctor Lu really took good care of it." ”

Song Jiyue smiled: "Ah Jun, why did you come back so soon?"

Dong Junqin was about to say something, but the maid hurriedly replied: "It's still fast, master, they have been back for five or six days." Young master, you are really, you are so busy with procurement, and the young lady's health is not good, you are still ......"

"Little Sparrow. Song Jiyue glanced at the maid and told her to shut up, "Xiaoque is worried that Dabao is not with you, and she is worried that you are not safe alone." ”

Dong Junqin didn't say much.

Try it in Song Jiyue's eyes, Xiaoque excused herself to add water and left quickly.

After all the irrelevant people left, Dong Junqin said: "This time I went to Tianqing, and I met a strange person by chance. ”

Song Jiyue's memories of the Song family's destruction and before the destruction have been blurred. She only remembered that after she was taken to Dong's house, she was sick twice in three days, and the number of times she went out so far could be counted on ten fingers.

The body is not good to prick needles and drink medicine, and the body is okay, but he is only reading and embroidering in the yard. Even if the Dong Mansion took her well, she couldn't help but mourn herself.

Later, Dong Junqin came, and he would go home for a month every year before leaving school. In this month, he will tell Song Jiyue all the fun things he has experienced.

Through Dong Junqin's mouth, Song Jiyue seemed to have gone to those places by herself. Even if the Dong family had an accident later, Dong Junqin's temperament changed suddenly, which and her storytelling habit have always been retained.

Therefore, Song Jiyue relied on Dong Junqin to some extent, and she was also grateful to Dong Junqin.

Dong Junqin told Song Jiyue about him and Ah Lu, including going to the ghost market, with a slight adjustment.

Song Jiyue pursed her lips and smiled after hearing this: "This girl is really interesting. Then she walks the two paths of yin and yang as a living person, isn't she afraid of danger?"

"I don't think she's afraid. Dong Junqin said. It is not that Ah Lu is a person is not that he is worried that Song Jiyue will be afraid, but that he is afraid that the rest of the Dong family will know about it and the impact will not be good.

After finishing speaking, he took out a small box from his sleeve, which contained small pills.

"She gave me this, saying it was good for the soul. I've tried the medicine and it really works. And most of the ingredients are not harmful to you. After Dong Junqin returned to Luozhou, he did not swallow all the remaining half of the Huanyang Pill, but kept half of it and made it into a small pill for Song Jiyue.

Song Jiyue was lying on the bed after taking three pills, Dong Junqin took her pulse again, and she was happy: it really worked. Although it is not known how long the drug has been effective, at least the stinky lungs have moved a little more positively.

Dong Junqin asked, "How does my sister feel?"

Song Jiyue nodded slightly: "It seems to be smoother." ”

Dong Junqin put away her things and covered the quilt for her: "You rest first, I'll wait to see the effect of the medicine." ”

After that, Song Jiyue closed her eyes with a sigh.

When Dong Junqin left Song Jiyue's boudoir, Uncle Zhao was already waiting outside, and when he saw someone coming out, he said, "Master, please go to the study." ”

Dong Junqin walked to the study room of the West Courtyard, and several family members had just come out of it, carrying a box in their hands.

"Young Master. After they saluted, they left in a hurry, apparently in a bad mood.

Dong Junqin entered the house: "Father." ”

Although Dong Xinhan is over half a hundred years old, he is well raised, his hair is dirty and his eyes are bright, even if there are folds on his face, it is not difficult to see that he was handsome when he was young.

"You gave it away for ten days?" Father Dong spoke, his voice sonorous and powerful, "I shouldn't be entangled with that wild girl from an unknown source." ”

It's really a bit entangled, but it's not what Dong's father meant. In other words, when he was young, Dong Junqin would also argue with him. However, after getting along day and night in the past few years, I basically understand that "quibbling" is not of much use to my father.

So Dong Junqin said calmly: "Master Immortal has passed away. ”

Dong Xinhan was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent. The atmosphere in the room was so awkward.

And it's no wonder.

Dong Junqin grew up in Tianqing since he was a child, and the Xuanqing Immortal took him until he was eighteen years old at the age of four. Pinching his fingers, the time he spent with the Xuanqing Immortal was far greater than that of his own father. In addition, because of Mrs. Dong's death, the father and son had a very unpleasant quarrel at that time.

Therefore, the death of Xuanqing Immortal was a blow to Dong Junqin, comparable to the death of Dong's mother.

As the saying goes, one day is a teacher and a father for life, this sentence is vividly reflected in the relationship between Dong Junqin and Xuanqing immortals.

Now, the embarrassment of the father and son is still Dong Junqin who took the lead in breaking it: "Father, I don't know what happened to the insect plague?"

got the topic, Dong's father said: "It's just that it is controlled and does not expand, but the insects can't be removed, and a few acres of land have been wasted." A few days ago, the Imperial Medical Department wrote a letter, saying that if this month is not good, we will replace our herbs. ”

No wonder Dong's father lost his temper, and Dong Junqin himself was also heartbroken.