Saving The Black Immortal Venerable

The scene changes, and red decorations are everywhere. Rong Wanqing dressed in a new dress and offered tea to the lady.

The eldest lady took the tea cup. She looked at the young and beautiful young men and women in front of her, and nodded in satisfaction: "That's the truth. You two are childhood sweethearts, good friends, and now come together again. It can be seen that God is blessed and destined to become a husband and wife. In the future, you will have a good life, give birth to heirs as soon as possible, and extend the Huan family."

Today's spiritual energy is exhausted a lot, and it can't be compared with four thousand years ago, and the number of monks is greatly reduced. The qualifications are fairly good now. Four thousand years ago, they were all tasteless. But today is not what it used to be. The lady chose Rong Wanqing because she was innocent of her family. Four or five generations of her ancestors were immortal cultivators, and she could guarantee the purity of her grandson's blood to the greatest extent.

Even when cultivating immortals was most prosperous four thousand years ago, there were only a few people who had spiritual roots on the path to immortality. It would be good to pick one out of a hundred mortals, and 80% of them would stay there. One star, after that, it will be sharply reduced by more than half every small step, and only one Jiang Ziyu can climb to the top for tens of thousands of years.

However, not all mortals can become Jiang Ziyu, most people still lead mediocre lives, and similar combinations are more popular among monks. After all, the children born of two cultivators are more likely to have spiritual roots. If they were intermarried by cultivators for several generations, they would be able to "wash out" the blood of mortals, and the descendants that were born would basically be able to contain spiritual energy. As for the qualifications of cultivation, it depends on God's will.

There are too many examples where parents in the world of cultivating immortals are senior monks, but their children are useless. The aptitude is a godsend and cannot be forced. They can only do their best to expand the probability of excellent offspring. Mortals look for mortals, the second generation of immortals look for the second generation of immortals, ordinary aptitudes look for ordinary aptitudes, and geniuses look for geniuses.

Rong Wanqing's father was a two-star monk, and her mother was also a young lady from a family of cultivating immortals. She could sense aura when she was born, but her aptitude was so average that she could barely use medicine to reach one star, and then she could no longer make progress.

The one-star monk hadn't escaped from the ordinary, and his combat power was similar to that of the martial arts masters among the mortals, except that he lived a little longer and could live to ninety years old without disease or disaster. Rong Wanqing is a woman who has never learned fighting styles, and maybe not as strong as a martial arts master.

One star could not protect himself in the world of immortality, so Rong Wanqing's way out was determined early. By marrying a man from a family of cultivating immortals, passing on their blood, and purifying the quality of offspring, maybe you can give birth to a child with good talents.

Rong Wanqing responded shyly, Huan Zhilin lowered his eyes and said nothing. He was still the proud son of heaven not long ago, and the family hopes that he used to look down on his cousins ​​to have children one by one. In his words, what is the difference between this and a bred pig? Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he became a breeding pig.

Huan Zhilin and Huan Zhiyuan are direct brothers. Although Huan Zhiyuan is still unavailable, there has been news many years ago that he has risen to five stars. Thanks to the brother's blessing, Huan Zhilin's bloodline is of the kind that is very worthy of being passed down. It is a pity that an accident occurred in his cultivation and his future was ruined, and his cultivation level would remain at the second star forever.

Two-star people say dear, and they can't even say those two-star Xiuxian girls. If a woman can get through the two stars, she will no longer be the object of marriage, but the object of family training, who will inherit the family property in the future. The difference between the strength of the immortal world is superior to the distinction between men and women. As long as the strength is strong, there is no difference between men and women. A woman with a high cultivation base can be the head of the family and divide the family property, and a man with a low cultivation base must be the same as his cousins, and heirs to the family as early as possible.

Two-star female sisters are willing to marry a small number of people. After reaching the three-star level, they don't even have to think about it. They want to go to the big sect and find another Taoist with a good match. The Xiuxian realm is highly profitable, even if it is useless to move out of Huan Zhiyuan's name, they are more willing to marry Huan Zhiyuan than to marry the younger brother that Huan Zhiyuan has determined to be abolished, even if there is no relationship between them and no name.

So the eldest lady picks and chooses, and the best choice is still Rong Wanqing. This is the case for Huan’s family. For Rong Wanqing, Huan Zhiyuan is not the best option? After hearing the eldest lady's tone, the Rong family immediately agreed with joy, and then beat the gongs and drums to prepare the dowry. As for the white lady in front, no one ever mentioned it.

The eldest lady saw that her son's expression was not good, and knew that he was uncomfortable, so she didn't force it, she just couldn't see it. She ordered someone to lift the Huan Mandala, a pair of pampered hands slowly teasing, and said: "Wan Qing, this is your eldest daughter. Daughters are all the intimate little quilted jackets of mothers, and you will be blessed in the future."

Rong Wanqing's face froze, and she immediately responded gently, and stepped forward to take the Huan Mandala from the hand of the lady. Although the young Huan Mandala didn't know what happened, the child had the most intuitive instincts. She saw Rong Wanqing, who was standing beside her father in red, smiling and reaching out to her, and suddenly burst into tears.

Huan Manda cried sharply, no matter how she kept coaxing her, the owner of the memory seemed to be a little scared, the surrounding environment shook for a moment, and a voice immediately sounded: "Madam, the young lady may be hungry, let the slave come and hug her."

The eldest lady was having a headache because of Huan Mandala's quarrel, and she let Zigui take the child away with a look of fatigue. Following Huan Mandala, his eyes quickly moved to the back room. What the lady said to Huan Zhilin and Rong Wanqing next, they didn't know.

Mu Yungui looked rather speechless, she couldn't believe that this kind of thing happened in a family of cultivating immortals. Mu Yungui frowned, and then asked Jiang Shaocai: "That's what the so-called family of cultivating immortals is like?"

Jiang Shaocai looked irrelevant, he heard Mu Yungui's questioning, he hummed casually. After a while, he reacted, turned his head and said with an unhappy expression: "You ask me what I do? They are them, I am me, and I have nothing to do with the Huan family."

Mu Yungui asked in surprise: "Aren't you from the Cultivation Clan?"

"I'm not." Jiang Shaoci was wronged, "Who told you that I belong to the Xiuxian family?"

Mu Yungui glanced at him and didn't say a word, but Jiang Shaocai inexplicably felt that that glance contained a lot of content. Jiang Shaocai was depressed, and was about to explain, when a loud bang came from the side.

Xiaohuan Mandala threw everything to the ground, crying reluctantly: "I want my mother, I want my mother!"

Zigui was embarrassed and said to the woman in front of her hurriedly, "Madam, the lady didn't sleep well last night, and she didn't feel well today..."

Rong Wanqing avoided the porcelain on the ground, not angry or annoyed, not even anxious, and still politely said: "Since I haven't slept well, let her rest quickly. Siqin, take out the agarwood and help the lady sleep. ."

The red-robed maid standing behind Rong Wanqing was taken aback, and immediately said: "Madam, that is the old lady who pressed the bottom of the box for you..."

"Okay." Rong Wanqing faintly said, "Get it. The mandala is my daughter, and I should use the best."

Huan Mandala had gradually understood what was happening outside during this period, and she immediately burst into tears: "You are not my mother, my mother is the wife, you are not!"

Huan Mandala cries endlessly and refuses to admit her stepmother. Huan Zhilin was cautious at first, but after a long period of ineffectiveness, he finally lost his patience.

Huan Zhilin stopped Huan Mandala's jewelry and costumes, and no longer made people obey her. Huan Zhilin said with a cold face: "She is spoiled, thinking that as long as she cries, the adults will follow her. I am not used to her problem, let her cry, let me see when she can make trouble. "

Huan Zhilin made up his mind that it was useless to persuade everyone, and the maids could only silently withdraw the antique delicacies in the Huan Mandala Room. But the eldest daughter Xiao's father, Huan Zhilin hardened his heart to be extremely decisive, but Huan Mandala also inherited his father's stubbornness. The tougher Huan Zhilin became, the more Huan Mandala refused to admit Rong Wanqing, and repeatedly embarrassed Rong Wanqing in front of everyone. In the end, she even said that Rong Wanqing was a concubine and her mother was the only wife.

Huan Mandala's actions completely annoyed Huan Zhilin, he locked up Huan Mandala, removed all the decorations in her room, and did not allow her to visit Bai Xiyan. Huan Zhilin also said, when will Huan Mandala change her mouth, and when will we resume the expenses of Miss Huan Family?

Huan Mandala always gritted her teeth, even if she put on the simple cloth used by the maid, she would not let go. At this time, the news came that Rong Wanqing was pregnant, and the attention of the entire house was drawn away by the new life, and no one paid attention to Huan Mandala.

Those days were dull and dull, and there was only one maid in front of the grumpy eldest lady. The two of them were locked in a room like a snow cave, silently listening to the excitement of the outside world. Huan Mantu asked: "Zigui, why did it become like this? Obviously I have a happy family and love my parents. What did I do wrong, and why has everything changed?"

Zigui was silent for a long time. Huan Mantu said to himself: "Oh, because my mother is a mortal, and she is the daughter of a monk."

It was winter in the blink of an eye. Huan Mandala was dressed in coarse cloth and there was no decoration on the bun. He was totally unlike a lady of a family. Huan Mandala ran out over and over again, and the maid at the door became impatient and scolded: "Are you still the eldest lady of the Huan family? Don't worry, my wife is going to give birth recently, so you can't listen to it. Make a noise, be careful to end with your mother."

This sentence irritated Huan Mandala severely, and she tore and bite the servant woman, pulling off several strands of her hair. When the old lady rushed over, Huan Mandala still had meat in her mouth, which she tore from the hand of the servant's wife.

The eldest lady looked shocked. She made people carry the crying servant woman down, stared at Huan Mandala for a long time, and said: "Nature is hard to change, and it is not educated."

Huan Mandala was moved to the side courtyard and locked up far away. This time the person guarding her was changed to a monk, no matter how much Huan Mandala spoiled, he couldn't get rid of it. Huan Mandala has been making trouble, she is tired, and the people who guard her are also tired. Finally, Zigui sat on the ground and asked Huan Mandala helplessly: "Miss, what do you want to do?"

Huan Mandala's small face was covered with dirt, and his arms were drawn out by the monk with several red marks. Since moving, she has always been like a sharp little hedgehog, piercing blood all over her body when she sees anyone. Now in front of the maid who had watched her grow up, Huan Mandala finally showed a little fragility.

Huan Mandala raised her head, tears in the corners of her eyes will not fall: "I want to go out to see my mother."

Zigui suddenly choked. Huan Mandala blinked his eyes, and tears slid down: "She is sick. I feel it. She is very uncomfortable during this time."

In the end, Zigui still couldn't bear it. She did the only thing that rebelled against the eldest lady. She changed Huan Mandah's clothes as a small servant, disguised as a slaying little servant, and took the opportunity of delivering food boxes to secretly bring Huan Mandah out.

She took Huan Mandala to the place where Bai Xiyan was placed. The courtyard where Bai Xiyan was located was very remote, deserted, and lacking vitality. Bai Xiyan heard a voice outside, struggling to prop up her body, and asked, "Who is here?"

Huan Mandala took off his hat and ran to Bai Xiyan quickly, hugging Bai Xiyan and crying bitterly: "Mother!"

"Tu'er." Bai Xiyan's face was thin and only bones were left, and she burst into tears when she saw her daughter. She held Huan Mandah's shoulders with cold fingers, and kept looking left and right: "Da'er, why are you thin? Didn't you tell you to eat well last time?"

The last time Bai Xiyan saw Huan Mandala was a year ago. In Bai Xiyan's heart, no matter how the Huan family hates her, Mandala is always their blood. Huan Zhilin dotes on Huan Mandala like that, and will definitely not treat her daughter harshly.

She didn't know that Huan Mandala no longer had the treatment of the eldest lady who used to hold the moon. Today's food, clothing, housing and transportation are inferior to a favored servant. Huan Mantu wiped away the tears and said, "I must eat well and grow taller earlier, so that I can teach those people."

When Bai Xiyan heard this, she looked at her daughter disapprovingly: "Dal, you are from your daughter's family. Be gentle and hostile cannot be so heavy. What do you want to say to your father and your grandmother, don't think about it all day long. Teach people."

Huan Mandala was silent, Bai Xiyan coughed anxiously when her daughter refused to agree, "Da'er!"

Huan Mandala can only change his words: "Okay, mother, I will listen to you. Take a break and stop coughing."

Zi Gui stepped forward, poured a glass of water for Bai Xiyan, and helped her to lie down. Bai Xiyan leaned on the simple bedding and looked out the window with vast eyes: "I used to envy the nobles calling slaves and maids, and the immortals going into the sea. Now think about it, what is enviable."

A few sparrows flew past the window, she stared at the birds in a daze, and muttered: "We only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. It would be great if we never leave the village."

Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaocai followed Zi Gui's perspective, they saw the unnatural blush on Bai Xiyan's face, and Zi Gui naturally saw it too. Zi Gui lowered his gaze and lowered his head silently. The Huan Mandala next to him vaguely felt that his mother's condition was not right, and hurriedly called: "Mother?"

Bai Xiyan leaned her hand under the pillow and quickly felt a jade pendant. The jade pendant is white and full of aura, Bai Xiyan holds the jade, and slowly rubs her thin fingers, as if stroking her lover’s lips: "Tal, don’t resent your father, I’ve fallen to this day, it’s all He deserved it. I rescued him from the river. When he woke up, he asked me if there were any identification items on his original clothes. I said no. Actually, there are."

Everyone looked at the jade pendant quietly, and they all recognized the mark on it. Bai Xiyan coughed a few times, and then said with difficulty: "When I rescued him, I noticed this jade pendant all at once. He tied it to his belt and looked very cherished. My heart Being greedy, such a handsome and inconspicuous person fainted in front of my house. God must have taken care of me. Otherwise, it would be impossible for me to interact with such a fairy in my life. I don’t want him to leave too soon, just He secretly hid his jade pendant. Later, when he woke up, he lost his memory."

"Wrong step, wrong step. I can't control my selfishness and lied to him again. I clearly saw his jade pendant, but said there was nothing and lied to him to stay with me. The jade pendant is obviously a pair, look at him I'm afraid my cherished appearance was not given by my sister. But I don't think about it or ask, there is always a trace of luck in my heart, what if?"

"Later, he recovered his memory. He did not dislike my humble background, but took me back to Huan’s house, and there was you. This was the happiest time in my life, and happiness made me scared. But God has eyes, steal it. Sooner or later, I have to pay back the things. Now I am left in the courtyard, alone and separated from flesh and blood. It is my retribution. He and Rong Wanqing are married, and they are considered happy. The only thing I can't let go of is you."

Bai Xiyan handed the jade pendant to Huan Mandala, and looked at her daughter greedily, as if trying to imprint her into her eyes. Bai Xiyan said in a dumb voice, "Tal, don't blame your father or Rong Wanqing. She is also a victim. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have to suffer these three or four years of criticism, and she wouldn't have to become a successor inexplicably. , Originally this was her marriage. I was born humble, and my life was like grass, and it was God's grace to be lucky enough to see a fairy like him. I should be grateful if I caught a glimpse of the moon by chance. How can I want to take possession of the moonlight? But Tu'er, You are not the same as your mother. You were born with an immortal bloodline. In the future, you must practice hard and study hard. When you grow up, you must choose someone who loves you. Don't be like me..."

Don't be like Bai Xiyan? Huan Mandala cried out, desperately holding Bai Xiyan tightly, but Bai Xiyan still turned her head, her wrist fell from the air and hit the edge of the bed alone.

Bai Xiyan is dead. Huan Mandala knelt in front of the bed for a long time, no matter how Zigui persuaded him, he didn't say anything and didn't move. A torch was lit outside, and anxious footsteps came from the corridor. Zigui thought that Huan Mandala had been found sneaking away, so she was so scared that she picked up Huan Mandala and forcibly took her away. After they went out, they hid in the shadows and heard their servants say congratulations to each other.

Rong Wanqing gave birth smoothly, and her mother and daughter were safe. She gave birth to a very beautiful young lady, and she knew her aptitude just by looking at it. Huan Zhilin and the old lady were very happy, carefully selected and named the child Huan Xuejin.

On the day Huan Mandah lost his mother, his father's new wife gave birth to a daughter. She has a younger sister.

When Mu Yungui saw Bai Xiyan's mother and daughter bid farewell, he couldn't help but think of Mu Jia. She was in a depressed mood, Jiang Shaoci stood beside her, quietly watching the snow fall from the sky, laying a shallow white on the corridor. Here are Zigui's memories. Jiang Shaoci clearly knew that the snow was fake, so he stretched out his hand to block the snow above for Mu Yungui: "Let's go out."

"But Zigui's memories are not over yet..."

Huan Manda is only five years old now, and it should be a long time before she grows up, gets married, is inexplicably banned, and the city of Yin is destroyed. Jiang Shaocai was indifferent, and said: "We are here to find the answer and we don't owe them anything. She is just a maid. How can she know the inside story of Yin Cheng falling. Let's go."

Mu Yun settled down and nodded gently: "Okay."

Once the thought of rejection was born, the world in the memory was obviously restless, but the lifeless resentment couldn't help Jiang Shaoci. In the blink of an eye, Mu Yun returned to the place.

The surroundings were still desolate and dilapidated, with bones scattered all over the ground, and incomplete cloth strips slowly drifting in the water. They have watched half of a woman's life in memory, but in reality, only a moment has passed.

After Jiang Shaoci and Mu Yungui broke free, Zi Gui's mist also dissipated. The cloth made of spirit silk seemed to be overwhelmed, and suddenly broke, and the bones fell to the ground with a click, as if they had broken free of some kind of restraint.

She died for six thousand years and is now free at last.

Mu Yungui looked at these bones on the ground and asked, "Do you know what Bai Xiyan's bead flower is?"

Jiang Shaocai shook his head: "No. I've been watching since she appeared, but every time she wears different jewelry, who knows which one it is?"

Mu Yungui looked at the swaying water, and said softly: "As a daughter, the important thing is not the mother's jewelry, but the mother. I think, I know what Huan Mantu wants to see."

Jiang Shaocai raised his eyebrows silently. In fact, he was planning to break the situation violently, but Mu Yungui really seriously fulfilled his wish for the female ghost. Jiang Shaocai didn't mean to go back to Muyun, and followed her into the main room. The once magnificent and magnificent main courtyard of the main courtyard is already in despair. Mu Yun returned to the rotten dressing box and turned over, skipping the gorgeous jewelry, and finally found a simple and elegant silver hairpin.

Mu Yungui found another unbroken spirit silk brocade in the cage. She looked around and Jiang Shaocai asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Scissors."

"Why does it need to be so troublesome?" Jiang Shaocai said as he took out his sword, Ling Ran let out a sword air, splitting the brocade. Mu Yungui looked at the two pieces of cloth in his hand and frowned slightly. Jiang Shao couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Mu Yun raised his eyes and said seriously: "It's a bit wide."

Jiang Shaocai suffocated a little. He had never heard of other people's arrangements since he practiced swordsmanship. He has always been doing whatever he wants. If those people ever knew that Jiang Shaoci used sword energy to cut cloths for women, they would have had a heart attack. However, Mu Yun returned really regarded him as a tailor.

But with his head open, Jiang Shaocai had no choice but to narrow the cloth according to Mu Yungui's request. He would draw wherever Mu Yungui pointed, and he didn't look like himself. But Fan Jiang Shaocai was one-tenth obedient in Kunlun Sect, and the head and the elders under Jiuquan had to cry.

Mu Yungui wrapped a silk flower with brocade. In the end, she used the pearls scattered in the makeup to make the stamens, and the jewelry was done. Jiang Shaocai came over and asked, "What is this?"

"Xiyanhua." Mu Yun sighed and sighed. "Dawn in the evening, open at the roots of the ruined wall, delicate and beautiful, doomed to fate. Compared with the jewelry that can be bought casually with money, she may like this better. "

Jiang Shaocai didn't quite understand this kind of subtle feelings, but he still respected Mu Yun's idea and returned from the space formation. The female ghost was still sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair, and she stood up vigilantly when she heard a sound outside.

"Who?"

"It's us." Mu Yungui took out the hairpin in the palm of his hand and said, "We found your mother's pearl flower."

So fast? The female ghost, or should call her Huan Mandala, frowned and took what Mu Yun returned to her hand. When she touched the flowers above, her gloomy face was startled.

She stayed for a long time, eyes wide open, Mu Yun thought she would cry, but there was nothing in those eyes. Finally, Huan Mandala recovered and put the hairpin into the black fog: "Okay, you have completed the first request. Now, I want to make the second request."

Mu Yungui nodded slightly: "Please."

"I want my husband's relics. This time it's not anything but his belongings." Huan Mandala merged his hands and slowly covered his heart, "He has been away from me for too long. My time Nothing, nothing else in this life, I just want to leave this world with his breath."

Jiang Shaocai had a strange expression. He wanted to say, since you have nothing to ask for, and you are determined to die, you can simply tell them the location of the sword art and the sword bone, and Jiang Shaocai will help her walk happily. But before he spoke, Mu Yungui squeezed his arm, and Mu Yungui glared at him warningly, then turned his head and said to Huan Mantu: "Okay, it's a deal."

Jiang Shaocai walked out of the house and complained as he walked: "What is the picture? People are about to die, why bother with these affections. After death, the reunion of Jiuquan is just an excuse. In fact, the soul is gone, how can we meet again? What's the use of bringing other people's things around."

Mu Yungui glanced at Jiang Shaocai quietly, geniuses are too easy to get everything, they can't empathize with ordinary people's emotions. Take a look at Jiang Shaocai for the best example.

Jiang Shaocai suddenly turned his head, staring at Mu Yun and said, "Are you scolding me?"

Mu Yungui felt annoyed, and said with no good air: "No."

"You must have!"

"Believe it or not." Mu Yungui also raised his face and said, "Don't make trouble unreasonably. Hurry up and find a way to get the belongings of Huan Mandala's husband."

This time the Huan Mandala is to be a real carry-on object, it is impossible to make one like a bead flower. Mu Yungui was a little embarrassed: "There are so many skeletons in the Huan family mansion, who knows which one is related to the husband of Huan Mandala?"

They were lucky just now, they encountered Zigui's memories for the first time, and smoothly saw the past from Bai Xiyan to Huan Mandala. However, they are unlikely to be lucky every time.

Jiang Shaocai let go of his finger and said, "Why bother to stay close and seek further distance, isn't there a suitable candidate in front of you."

Mu Yungui was stunned for a moment, and was taken aback: "You mean Huan Mandala?"

"Yes." Jiang Shaocai nodded as expected, "isn't it the fastest to find her husband and enter her memories?"

Mu Yun choked back and came again, the kind of Jiang's idea that was obviously very outrageous, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was a little sense of reason again.