"Si'er, what's wrong with you?" He Lingshan couldn't hear a response, she became nervous, she staggered over, and found Zhong Siyuan's thin little face as pale as paper, his eyes closed, and his whole body was constantly twitching.

"Ghost press bed!?" He Lingshan was shocked in her heart, she knew that she had encountered a ghost press bed yesterday, but she didn't think that Si'er had also encountered it.

"Could it be that the yin qi was too heavy last night?" He Lingshan's face was solemn, she looked around, and carefully sensed the yin qi around her. Although her martial arts skills have been abolished, her perception is much more sensitive than that of ordinary mortals.

At the beginning, she had to live in Cao's house out of desperation, but with her keen perception, she still found a place where the yin qi was thinnest, which was the location of the house in front of her.

"Huh! Yin Qi seems to be much thinner!" He Lingshan stood up in surprise, walked out of the door, and turned around, "Really! I can hardly feel the existence of Yin Qi! Great! Great!"

He Lingshan stood still, her eyes were already moist, she thought that she and Si'er would not live for half a year at most, whether it was looking for Xue Wenrui or the Zhao family to take revenge, everything was in the air, and it was impossible to achieve it again. I didn't expect the yin qi of this Cao Mansion to disperse!

"Hey, if only Feng'er could hold on for a few more days!" He Lingshan sighed, the three of them have gone through hardships and shared weal and woe, and they have long been in love with each other. He Lingshan adopted them as "righteous sons", begged and lived together, and taught them martial arts when he had time, teaching them to read and write hyphenation, although life was hard, but also happy.

He Lingshan returned to the room, took a broken bowl, poured a bowl of boiling water, and fed Zhong Siyuan little by little with a broken spoon.

Sure enough, half a bowl of boiling water was swallowed, Zhong Siyuan's face softened a lot, and his whole body no longer twitched.

He Lingshan drank the remaining half bowl of boiling water for herself, and then pinched Zhong Siyuan's cheeks that had no meat: "Si'er, my mother went out to work, and I am waiting at home for my mother to come back with delicious food!"

As he spoke, he went to the begging props, and walked crookedly down the street with a cane.

said that Xue Wenrui had already woken up, and he was lying upright, hot and dry by the autumn sun. Xue Wenrui found himself lying on a roof, only forty zhang away from Cao's house, and the house below had long been empty and deserted for many years.

The autumn scenery is beautiful, the sky is clear blue, and one or two white clouds drift by from time to time. There was a big tree next to the roof, but all the leaves had withered, and only one or two leaves remained.

The big tree without leaves naturally can't block the sun for Xue Wenrui, and Xue Wenrui doesn't want to lie down like this, like a hero, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he couldn't be turbulent at all, and the pain in his body was unbearable, and the spiritual power, flesh and blood power, and the power of divine thoughts could not be mobilized at all.

It's just that my mind is very clear, and I can clearly feel my approximate position, and feel the sun that is gradually heating up.

"What about that stupid old-timer?" Xue Wenrui couldn't detect his divine thoughts, but his senses were also very sensitive, especially his hearing, and he even heard the conversation between He Lingshan and the boy.

It's just that no matter how much he sensed it, he didn't notice the figure and movement of the beggar.

"Are you leaving?" Xue Wenrui's face showed joy, "But what do you want to do if you trap me like this and put me on this roof?

Xue Wenrui's forehead was sweating, I don't know if it was because of the heat. Although the beggar has a high level of cultivation, he can do things upside down, even dog shit can be eaten, and even the disgusting "nightmare" is swallowed in one bite, and it is very likely that Xue Wenrui will be dried by a person.

"Immortals, don't you want to tan me as a fairy, do you? and then stew it as a tonic?" this taste is also a little heavier!" Xue Wenrui cried with a sad face, and could only secretly pray in his heart that the old beggar could be normal.

"No, there is such pain in my body, could it be that the old beggar who dug up my Linghai Tree? There is this possibility, the ram Qisi was ready to dig up my Linghai and refine it into a pill that breaks through the realm. Poor me! After all the hard work, I ended up becoming a pill for others! Hey, I just became a wasted person! I couldn't continue to cultivate in the future, and I didn't have to worry about the problem of spirit stones and pills. ”

"No, don't I have two other trees? I can't cultivate spiritual power, I will refine my body and cultivate my divine thoughts, maybe I can also achieve the Great Dao, didn't that Fang Haotian achieve the Great Dao through refining the body in the first place? Haha, okay! This is the best, the chestnut under the Spiritual Sea Tree, I panicked when I looked at it!

"No! It seems that my chest hurts too! Could it be that the Tree of the Sea of Blood has also been dug up? This stinky beggar has done too much, isn't it? Could it be that I can only cultivate divine thoughts in this life, and then become a demon? Hey, if this is the case, they will really have to be separated from their parents Xiao Haonan, and I don't know if they can see each other again in the future. ”

Xue Wenrui lay quietly, full of thoughts. For he now has nothing to do, and has been lying on the roof for most of the day, and what can he do but think.

Xue Wenrui heard He Lingshan's voice coming back again, today the entire Kyoto City is busy burning incense and worshiping Buddha, exorcising ghosts and evil spirits, and He Lingshan's "business" is not good.

Everyone knows that this female beggar lives in the gloomy Cao Mansion, and she was just "pressed by a ghost" yesterday, and they all regard her as a ghost and avoid her.

Xue Wenrui admired He Lingshan's composure and composure very much, although she lived in this gloomy place, she spoke with a tenacious and persistent temperament, giving people an inexplicable strength.

Xue Wenrui still clearly remembers that in the childhood game of "Shenlong Sect", He Lingshan always likes to sit next to him, not disgusted, not arguing, looking at himself quietly and pleasantly, his eyes are like water, shy and timid, that picture is really beautiful!

and the other party's considerate care of his parents, virtuous and sensible, all of which moved Xue Wenrui. So much so that whenever he thinks of marrying a daughter-in-law, he always thinks of her first.

"But why did she get married?" A trace of disappointment flashed in Xue Wenrui's heart, this disappointment was as if a beautiful picture had suddenly been destroyed, or that he had imagined something very beautiful, but now when he saw it, he found that it was also flawed.

"The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as the old, but the old people wear new clothes and marry other people's wives. Xue Wenrui sighed.

But then, he laughed at himself, isn't it normal to "marry someone else's wife"?

I didn't return for decades, didn't promise her, didn't buy her a little rouge fandel, didn't even ask someone to bring a message, how could I let the family stick to it for an empty marriage contract there. It's too selfish to ask the other party like this, and "marrying another person's wife" is the expected ending.

What's more, if He Lingshan doesn't find a home in her best years, she can only be alone in the end.