I Honor

: The Wang FamilySee

Wang Siyuan’s old illness relapsed, and he will die soon

Meng Qi was quite surprised when he heard the news. As a real immortal, his Dharma body has already walked half a step up the ladder, and he is close to a real immortal. No matter what disease he has, he should have been cured long ago. The reason why Wang Siyuan was so sick was because Because of the backlash from the law of heaven, as long as he doesn’t kill himself, it stands to reason that he won’t lose control before the 50th limit.

Moreover, Wang Siyuan’s degree of evildoer is far better than that of every ancestor of the Wang family who has attained Dharmakaya for thousands of years. I am afraid that he will not be too far away from Shusheng when he was young. There are still many years to come, the road ahead is bright and open, breakthroughs are expected, how could the old disease suddenly relapse

After being surprised, Meng Qi’s first thought was that Wang Siyuan was setting up a plan. As for what kind of plan he was setting up and who he was targeting, there was not enough information to judge.

Of course, it is also possible that Wang Siyuan did something secretly, causing backlash in advance.

Meng Qi thought up and down, nodded slightly, and said to Ruan Yushu: “Young Master Wang has been kind to me for a long time, I have to go to Guangling to have a look.”

The accumulation of history and the appearance of time, this is Meng Qi’s feeling of walking in the depths of the Wang family’s ancestral house in Jiangdong. Some mottled traces do not show decay, but reveal the eternal heritage of the Wang family.

“Master Su, please.” A sweet maid with a round face led Meng Qi through the courtyard hall, into the inner courtyard, and stepped into Wang Siyuan’s wing.

This place is the same as an ordinary rich man’s house, it is covered with thick carpets from the Western Regions, even if the martial arts are low, the sound of footsteps is unpleasant when walking, and there are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, with profound Taoism and different postures, they are the ancestors of the Wang family. The handwriting, the windows are closed tightly, and the copper stove is curling up with smoke. The scent of sandalwood calms the mind and is not overpowering, but there is a real sickness permeating the room. It can be seen that the strong man who intersects inside and outside has lost control of himself and affected the world.

The screen was removed, and the big black wooden bed appeared in Meng Qi’s eyes. Wang Siyuan has been helped up by the maid. Leaning on the pillow with her back, her head tied up with sick bandages, she became more and more emaciated, coupled with her delicate and beautiful appearance like a woman, it seemed that it would fall apart in a strong wind.

“Cough, cough, cough.” Wang Siyuan coughed violently a few times, as if he was about to cough up his internal organs, which made people feel horrified. It took a long time to slow down and said. “People who are about to die, why visit them”

Meng Qi smiled: “This is not the Mr. Wang I know.”

“You know, heck, what is Mr. Wang like?” Wang Siyuan cast his eyes over, his pupils were slightly divergent, and he was dazed, just like ordinary people when they are seriously ill and waiting to die.

Meng Qi restrained his smile, and said seriously: “The prince Wang I know believes that if you are not crazy, you will not survive. He never waits quietly for death, and his will is depressed. It is possible to use his own life as a bait to make life and death. I don’t care. .”

The corner of Wang Siyuan’s mouth curled up with difficulty: “You, you think, I can tell, cough cough, what is the situation of life and death?”

“If you can guess your chess game based on the current news, you will pretend that you have counted all the people.” Meng Qi stopped in front of the removed screen.

Wang Siyuan took a few deep breaths, as if he had recovered a bit of energy: “If you really want to make a plan, heck, if you see that you want to make a plan, it is also a failure. Manpower is sometimes poor. Many great talents in the past, no, no, you can only do it. Sitting quietly, there is no final resistance, as the body is like this, so is life.”

He spoke smoothly for a while, which made Meng Qidu almost suspect that it was a flashback.

Without waiting for Meng Qi to speak, Wang Siyuan showed a faint smile: “Should I thank you for your guidance?”

“You…” Meng Qi was startled, Wang Dashen stick actually knew that he had returned to the Middle Ages

Which dharma body told him, or is there something left by the number saint

Wang Siyuan coughed violently again, spat blood into the copper basin next to him, vomited several times before saying: “Su Meng, the sword master, is well-known in the middle ages, but he is modest and indifferent. Regarding this matter, I highly respected Su Gao, saying that I was deeply inspired, I didn’t realize it in the past, but now I think about it, and I understand it naturally.”

He spoke frankly, did not shy away from the maid next to him, and was very confident that the news would not be leaked.

In this regard, Meng Qi could only laugh dryly.

Wang Siyuan didn’t say much about it, but turned his eyes away, and closed his eyes wearily: “Guerdo is dead, and the Heavenly Execution Ax did not save him.”

“He is indeed dead, Tianzhu Ax escaped by himself.” Meng Qi said simply.

Wang Siyuan didn’t open his eyes, and said with a half-smile: “The heaven and the earth are all working together, and the heroes are not free when they are transported away.”

After finishing speaking, he shook his head, as if he could no longer bear the long conversation, and the half-step dharma body that could not eat or drink for a long time suddenly became exhausted: “You will stay at the Wang’s house tonight, and tomorrow, tomorrow, you have something to do with me. You talk.”

“Okay.” Meng Qi did not refuse.

“He Xiang, take Master Su to live in Tianji Building temporarily.” Wang Siyuan instructed the round-faced maid before.

The maid responded respectfully, and led Meng Qi to the outside of the room. When he was about to reach the door, Meng Qi heard Wang Siyuan mocking himself: “I have no friends in my life. After the old disease relapses, except for the sect and family who send people, cough cough , send someone to visit, and you are the only one to visit.”

Hiss, Meng Qi took a light breath. It didn’t sound like Mr. Wang’s normal tone. The more tasteful it was, the more meaningful it was combined with the previous words.

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While thinking, Meng Qi followed the round-faced maid, He Xiang, through the courtyards, and came to a two-story building, the whole body was blue-gray, simple but ordinary.

“The Heavenly Secret Building is not far from the core of our Wang Family. Master Su must not walk around casually. If he wants to go out, he should call the maidservant to lead the way.” He Xiang opened the door of the building and said with a smile.

The interior of the building is elegantly furnished, without the decay of being unoccupied all the year round, and without the anger of frequent guests. It is extremely quiet. Meng Qi climbed the stairs, walked to the second floor, and asked casually, “When did Patriarch Wang lie in bed?”

“About 20 or so days ago, something went wrong during the cultivation, the old disease, the old disease recurred.” He Xiang said, suddenly the eyes were filled with water.

Meng Qi didn’t ask any more questions. At this moment, he stepped into the second floor with his hands behind his back. Looking far away, he could see the nearby waterside gardens in his eyes, but not far to the left were evergreen pines and cypresses, surrounded by an ancient building, which looked extremely solemn and peaceful. Solemn.

“Where is it?” Meng Qi asked.

He Xiang calmed down and said, “That’s the ancestral hall of our Wang family.”

Meng Qi from the ancestral ancestral hall nodded slightly, entered the room, sat cross-legged in meditation, and waited for the coming day.

As the sun set and the night darkened, Meng Qi’s spirit naturally covered the surroundings, and he felt the tranquility of the night. No one was walking around, only the lotus fragrance stood outside the door.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, the third watch had arrived, and the night was as deep as thick ink that could not be melted away. Meng Qi seemed to be still but not still, linking with “the imprint of him and me”.

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Suddenly, a scream came to his ears, his voice was hoarse, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible and could only bear it with his eyes. With Meng Qi’s cultivation level, he couldn’t help shivering.

With a flash of his figure, Meng Qi appeared outside the door, looked at the unaware He Xiang and said, “What’s the matter with the cry just now?”

He Xiang immediately showed an apologetic look: “It’s the little maid who was negligent and didn’t remind Su Zhangjiao. If the ancestors of my royal family had achieved the dharma body, they would make such a scream when they sat down. Everyone said it was the punishment of heaven. After entering the ancestral ancestral hall, there is still a little obsession, and the screams echo from time to time, but they will gradually decrease as time goes by. This place is close to the ancestral hall, and it is normal to hear screams occasionally.”

The Dharma body of the Wang family would let out such a terrible scream before sitting down. Meng Qi suddenly thought of the parting words of the sages: The more you see the truth, the more you can’t help yourself. With interest

“Should there be no saints in these screams?” Meng Qi asked seemingly unintentionally.

“Well, the ancestor of Shusheng died in another place, and only his clothes are in the ancestral hall.” He Xiang answered truthfully.

“When did the dharma body that still survived the scream first come from?” Meng Qi asked casually.

He Xiang thought for a while, and was about to answer, another scream came from the ancestral hall. The ancient vicissitudes seemed to penetrate through the ages, mixed with extreme fear, and Meng Qi almost shuddered.

“The earliest, the earliest is my Wang family and the ancestors of the establishment of the family,” He Xiang said tremblingly. To be continued.

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