Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Chapter 1034: The ninety-ninth bowl

Ninety-ninth bowl of soup on the other side (6)

Qing Huan asked him: "It is said that the six young masters of the Nie family are like a human being. Why do they wear a mask to hide their appearance? This is Xiangguo Temple and it is not a dangerous place. There are no people around except me."

The masked monk laughed lowly, he hadn't heard of this name for many years. The little girl is beautiful and looks like her mother, so he is willing to tease her. There are only two people here. Is it possible that he can still fall into the hands of a little girl? "Want to see it?"

"Yes I do."

So the mask monk took off the quaint black mask on his face little by little, and Qinghuan’s eyes were greeted with a face of twenty or so, which was very different from his voice. The mask monk’s voice sounded at least five. Ten years old, but his face is young. Not far from him, Qing Huan clearly saw that there was no wrinkle on that handsome face. If it weren't for his voice to be too old, he looked like a young man.

Also, his hands.

His hands were hanging to his side just now, and he could see clearly when he lifted it up when he took the mask. Many people have good facial maintenance, but there is no way to keep their hands or neck youthful, but the mask monk is not, except for the sound, he is a twenty-year-old young man alive!

But how is this possible? He admitted that he was Nie Jing, which means that he is at least fifty years old. No matter how well maintained a fifty-year-old is, this is impossible! In this era, there will be no peeling hyaluronic acid, and his face is very natural, without the slightest trace of artificial carving.

Seeing the surprise in Qing Huan's eyes, the mask monk chuckled and put the mask back on her face, teasing her to play: "Little girl, you are a little too young, there are many things in this world that you can't imagine." , He raised his voice, "What's the matter, how long will the grandfather stay there? If you don't take this little girl away, can you still stay for me as a companion?"

A person slowly walked out of the shadow, it was Jing Xiang in black. He glanced at the mask monk coldly: "Remember what you promised."

"Of course." The masked monk smiled. "My life is held in your hand, and your hope is held in my hand. We are grasshoppers on a rope, and no one can do without. I didn't see it, but the master is still infatuated. Kind."

Jing Xiang didn't talk nonsense with him, but motioned to Qinghuan: "Follow me."

There is no other choice not to follow him at this time. Qing Huan followed him, and then looked back at the mask monk. The mask monk was still standing there, as if she could feel her gaze, and the corners of her mouth were raised meaningfully.

From beginning to end, Jing Xiang didn't say a word to her. He walked in front of her in silence, and Qing Huan realized that there was a secret tunnel in the Buddhist scripture pavilion. This secret tunnel was very long, and she didn't know where it would lead. She will be fine, because he will never hurt her, but Qinghuan still wants to know: "...What agreement did the grandfather and Nie Jing reach? He said that the grandfather wanted him."

"Nothing to do with you."

His voice is very cold, and the ice ball is as impersonal. Others know that her identity is just to please, but he treats her as indifferent. At this time, he naturally did not recognize her. After all, he was different from before he was alive. The most important thing is that this period of time exists in the past, and what happened is facts. She just came to the past. Can’t change anything.

"Why does it have nothing to do with me? Nie Jing should be about the same age as the grandfather now, why is she still a young boy? What does the grandfather want from him? Isn't it clear who he is, and cooperating with him is no different. To seek skin with the tiger."

Jing Xiang's reaction was no response. He didn't reply, ignored her, and walked in front of her like that. Qing Huan followed, and asked in a deep voice, "The master wants longevity!"

This time, he stopped, not only stopped, but also turned to look at her. Those cold eyes, like a hundred feet of ice, looked at Qing Huan just like that. Finally, he asked the little girl who seemed to be only a teenager: "Why do you say that?"

"The grandfather has no worries in his life, and he lives like a corpse. What is the point of seeking longevity? It is better to let go, and still be able to cultivate for the next life."

In fact, Qing Huan knew that what she said was useless, and nothing could change his mind.

"Afterlife?" Jing Xiang repeated these two words, and said faintly, "I don't need an afterlife." Even if he goes to die now, it is impossible to find her. It's better to live like this, and he won't want it in the next life.

"My grandfather believes in Nie Jing so much." Qing Huan followed him, who had already moved forward. "He has a deep heart, two-sided and three-sided. If he promises you today, he may betray you tomorrow. My grandfather is so smart, why should he be the same. People doing deals?"

This secret passage is very long and quiet. Although Qinghuan's voice is soft, it still causes an echo. Jing Xiang walked forward without answering her question. In his opinion, this is a little girl who has not grown up. Her eyebrows are somewhat similar to "her", so he can't do anything to her, just wait for a while. After going out, Nie Jing must be transferred. Xiangguo Temple is no longer safe. "How did you find here."

Qinghuan replied, "If I told you I was in a dream, would you believe it?"

Jing Xiang is noncommittal.

"Some things always appear in my dreams, so I know everything." As if to win him, Qing Huan said earnestly, "I also know what you are seeking for longevity. Nie Jing was originally determined to be a shortcoming His fate, but now that he has lived to this age, he is not a short-term in any case. His appearance is very young. I once heard from my mother that Nie Jing was seriously injured and weak, but I saw him just now. Being strong and strong, he actually maintained his body at its best period, even healthier, maybe this is what the grandfather wants?"

He didn't say right or wrong, only said: "You are very smart."

"If I'm really smart, I'll know what agreement you have reached." It stands to reason that there is a high-ranking authority, one hiding in Tibet, one is the grandfather and the other is a fugitive. There are still different things between the two. Hatred, so what makes their relationship soothing? Qing Huan still remembers that in a certain world before, she met a tomb thief named Lao Wai, who spent his entire life searching for the jade tomb at the foot of the mountain, and fanatically believed that the secret of longevity was hidden in the tomb.

Lao Wei is a descendant of the Nie family. He yelled at the time that Nie Jing and Jing Shaoyou learned the secret of longevity, but Jing Shaoyou took it into the tomb. In other words, Nie Jing must have died in the end. . Qinghuan still remembers the two corpses in the coffin. Both he and she maintained their youngest and beautiful time, but her body was riddled with holes, and she was destroyed in Wangchuan a long time ago, except for this one. The bones still left in the world, Qinghuan is nowhere to be found in this world.

But those two corpses are still lifelike thousands of years later. Although Jing Xiang is not old now, he is definitely not a teenager, but the corpses are. In other words, Nie Jing didn't get anything good from him, but he got what he wanted as he wished.

what is that?

Qinghuan feels that there is only one possibility. "...Do you want to repair Miss Tang's body?"

She was only tentatively asking, but Jing Xiang's sudden coldness made Qing Huan understand that she was right, otherwise nothing could explain what she saw in the jade tomb under the mountain. There really exists a kind of person in this world who can change their lives against the sky, but relatively, they have to pay a painful price.

"Is this what you dreamed of too?"

He really wouldn't kill her, but Qinghuan knew too much, and he couldn't let her go. Therefore, before going out to the secret road, Qing Huan suddenly felt dark in front of him, and the whole person fell forward. Jing Xiang supported her with one hand, the secret road exit was the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple, and the carriage was ready. He hugged Qing Huan into the carriage, and then covered the curtain.

For so many years, he can't fall short, so for the time being, he can only wrong this little girl.

When Qing Huan woke up, she found that she was in a simple and quiet room without any extras. She felt a little dizzy, and then she heard someone ask her: "Wake up?"

Looking up, I saw Jing Xiang sitting on a chair, turning over a book of poems in his hand. He did not look at her, and said: "From now on, the wronged princess will stay with me for a few more days, and then I will send you out unharmed. These days are very important to me, and the princess must not walk around. , Let alone go out of this door. This is my yard, which is guarded by heavy soldiers everywhere. You can rest assured that even the Xuanyi Guards can't find me here."

He confessed such a sentence and then began to read. Qing Huan did not make a lot of noise, let alone panic, but got up. She found that in this huge room, the walls were hollowed out, and there were countless books. Randomly took out one book, either talking about Qimen Dunjia or divination of astrology. Every book was turned over and out of date. It can be seen that the readers have studied very carefully.

Some of them are folk tales and folk recipes, which record some strange stories, and a few of them have been folded to one page, all of which are mentioned are the art of soul stripping.

Qing Huan flipped through a few of the books, and marked them densely: tried, not feasible. absurd. Nonsense.

Most of them are vetoed in small print.

This room is very large and empty, with a bed, a desk, and a chair. There is nothing else. Surrounded by books, it looks very deserted and gloomy. Living in such a place, normal people can live in depression. The color of the room was cold, black, white and gray, and even people were wearing black robes—Qing Huan almost thought that he was living in a huge coffin.

She was allowed to walk around in this room, but she was not allowed to go out, there would be no second person who could talk, and she didn't even know how long she would stay here.

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