Kanagawa Taoist College Students

Following Meng Mochou to the courtyard, unlike just now when there was no one there, there were no less than twenty or thirty people gathered in the courtyard, including men and women, old and young.

Seeing Meng Mochou pushing a stroller out, a middle-aged man with half-white hair in his forties or fifties was the first to greet him: "Mochou, are you talking to grandpa again? How many times have I said this? , don’t be too sad, if you fall ill because of this, grandpa will also die in peace."

"I understand, second uncle." Meng Mochou nodded with coaxing eyes.

"I know you are a good boy. I have watched you grow up since you were a child." The middle-aged man nodded happily, then looked at the baby boy giggling in the stroller playing with the jade pendant, "Jianqiu is still so lively. .”

"Yes." Meng Mochou looked at her son, her face regained its maternal glory.

Li Xuehao followed her out, but no one seemed to notice him at the moment. Everyone's eyes were on Meng Mochou.

The middle-aged man took two steps closer, his eyes a little evasive, but he still asked: "Mochou, the key grandpa gave you..."

"Second uncle." Meng Mochou interrupted before he could finish, "Grandpa gave me the key for safekeeping. I put it in an absolutely safe place and won't lose it."

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed, but when he thought about the importance of the key, he didn't care so much: "Mochou, you have to take care of a child now, and you're still pregnant. You can't handle so many things. If you believe my second uncle, , leave the key to me for safekeeping for the time being, don’t worry, when your child is born, I will hand the key to you intact."

Hearing that he seemed to be thinking about himself, Meng Mochou didn't have any intention at all: "Second uncle, there is nothing wrong with my health. I am also going to hire someone to take care of Jianqiu. Besides, there are not so many things going on right now, so there is no chance of using the key." Not much." This was already a polite rejection.

The middle-aged man's face was slightly gloomy: "Mo Chou, it's not that my second uncle wants your things. Think about it, Jianqiu is still so young, how can he do it without your care? If you are worried, every time I use up the key How about just giving it back to you?"

Meng Mochou remained unmoved: "Second uncle, if you want to use the key, you can come to my place."

After being rejected again and again, the middle-aged man suddenly became angry: "Mochou, are you that stubborn? Although the key was given to you by grandpa for safekeeping, it does not belong to you alone. Everyone is named Meng. , I am still grandpa’s biological son, so I should also have a share of the key, are you right?”

"Second uncle, you are right. We all have the surname Meng, and the key does belong to our Meng family." Meng Mochou did not deny what he said, and glanced at the Meng clan members present, "But grandpa Since the key was handed over to me, it means that I will keep it. He is no longer here and I cannot go against his last wish."

"Why do you love to get into trouble so much!" the middle-aged man said angrily, "Is there any difference between the key in your hand and the key in mine? You are my biological niece and I am your biological uncle, so there is no difference between us."

Meng Mochou didn't say anything. She teased the child in the stroller, as if she didn't hear what he said.

The middle-aged man saw that normal rhetoric was not going to work, so he came up with a backup plan: "I suggest that we hold a clan meeting and let everyone in the Meng family vote to decide who should keep the key."

"Yes, we will have a meeting to vote."

"Vote, vote."

As if it was an agreement, the people present expressed their support after hearing his words.

Meng Mochou frowned. This situation made her know that the second uncle had already encouraged everyone to get everyone to support him so unanimously.

The middle-aged man raised his hands to signal everyone to stop making noise. When the noise quietened down, he continued: "Mo Chou, this is not my intention alone, it is the voice of the entire Meng family. You can't pretend not to hear it.

"Second uncle, is this everyone's intention or yours alone? I think you know better than anyone else." Seeing this situation, Meng Mochou didn't care about breaking up.

"What do you mean when I say this? Do you think I want that key? I am thinking about the future of the entire Meng family. Don't forget that although your child's surname is Meng, everyone knows that he actually has a foreign surname. Seed." The middle-aged man did not hesitate to reveal his shortcomings.

Meng Mochou was indeed stimulated, and her voice became sharp: "Second uncle, Jianqiu is my child, am I an outsider? Since he was born to me, he is a member of the Meng family."

"But everyone knows that Gao Fei is the wife of a child. If you follow the rules of a normal family, your child's surname is not Meng. Even if he inherits the inheritance, his son and grandson will be ranked first, but his grandson will not get the turn." Middle-aged man Said without any scruples.

Meng Mochou's eyes turned red again: "Second uncle, Gao Fei has been gone for more than half a year. Are you determined to force the three of us, mother and son, to death?"

The middle-aged man said: "You are my biological niece. How could I do that? If you give me the key, you will still be in charge of this home. There will be no change at all."

"Without the key, can I still be the head of the house?" Meng Mochou was very excited. The key is the most critical thing. Without the key, she instantly became a passerby. Let alone the head of the house, it would be nice if she could not be driven away. .

"Yes, if anyone doesn't take you seriously, I will deal with him." The middle-aged man said decisively.

But his assurances are unconvincing, now that he has said so, and God only knows what he will do once the keys are in his hands.

"Second uncle, it's pointless for us to argue like this. Please go back. I still want to talk to grandpa." Meng Mochou didn't want to quarrel with these people anymore. In her opinion, only grandpa's presence was the most reassuring.

"So, you want me to hold a clan meeting?" The middle-aged man's face darkened.

"It's up to you, I won't participate anyway." Meng Mochou said this and turned around to push the stroller away.

"Cousin Mochou, you can't leave like this." A young man with a playful smile came out of the crowd and blocked her way. "Father hasn't finished speaking yet. You can't ignore the entire family and then let everyone Just listen to you."

"This is what grandpa means!" Meng Mochou stared at the young man in front of her. He was the son of his second uncle. He usually did nothing and was a hateful guy.

"We don't know if it's grandpa's intention. After all, he has passed away. When he made the will, only you and lawyer Evans were around. But Evans had a car accident a few days ago and is now in a vegetative state. , we are not sure whether the will was really made in accordance with grandpa's wishes." The young man is very sophistical, and his words imply one meaning, that is, the will is likely to have been tampered with. .

"Meng Xiong, say it again!" Meng Mochou gritted her teeth. Her grandfather was the person she respected the most, and she would never allow anyone to unjustly accuse her of doing things that were wrong to her grandfather.

"Cousin, don't be angry, don't be angry. I'm just talking about a possibility. I know you won't do that, cousin, but there's no guarantee that Attorney Evans will do it. Maybe he will instigate you to do something you shouldn't do. Things." The young man talked eloquently.

Meng Mochou was so angry that she clenched her fists. What she said was instigated by others was clearly implying that she was the one who instigated everything.

"Wow~~~~" The baby boy in the stroller suddenly started crying again. This time he was holding the jade pendant in his hand, but he still kept crying.

"Cousin, Jianqiu is hungry." The young man said with a smile.

"I know." Of course Meng Mochou knew better about her son. He would usually be very happy if he had a jade pendant to play with, but if he cried even with the jade pendant in his hand, it meant that he was hungry.

Fortunately, she always kept milk made from powdered milk in the pocket of the stroller and packed it in an insulated bottle.

She took out the baby bottle from the car pocket. She first tested the temperature and found it was OK, so she was about to feed it to her child.

"Wait a minute." Li Xuehao said suddenly.

This loud shout also caused the eyes of the Meng clan members, who had originally focused only on Meng Mochou, to shift to him.

"Who are you?" The young man was the closest and asked first. He had never seen the other person before.

Meng Mochou didn't expect that this young boy who deserved vigilance would speak at this time, so her feeding movements slowed down.

"Miss Meng, I advise you not to feed him, or make another bottle yourself." Li Xuehao said lightly. From the moment Meng Mochou took out the bottle, he noticed something was wrong. The main thing was that the male The deathly aura lingering on the baby's face was getting stronger and stronger, ready to explode at any time. This change started when Meng Mochou picked up the bottle, so there must be something wrong with the milk brewed in the bottle.

"I don't understand what you mean." Meng Mochou frowned and looked at him, but the child stopped crying at this time, so she could forcefully endure it.

"My meaning has been made very clear. It's better to pour out the milk in this bottle." Li Xuehao said again.

Meng Mochou frowned. This boy had always been weird since he appeared. She didn't know whether she should listen to him, but the child stopped crying at this time, which seemed to indicate that she no longer needed to breastfeed.

"Hey, you're an outsider, why are you joining in the fun here?" The young man was furious and pointed at this kid who appeared out of nowhere. From the name he called his cousin, you knew he was an irrelevant outsider.

"I'm here to express my condolences to Mr. Meng." Li Xuehao smiled faintly, ignoring his almost selective anger.

"Then you can leave, we don't welcome you." The young man looked bossy.

"It's a pity that you don't have to welcome me, but it's useless. As long as Mr. Meng welcomes me, it will be fine." Li Xuehao said lightly.

"No one welcomes you here, including my grandfather." The young man was furious. Didn't this kid ask where this place was?

"Really?" A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Li Xuehao's mouth, "How about asking Mr. Meng to come out and tell me? Will he welcome me or not?"

"It turns out he is a lunatic!" The young man thought that he had simply lost his mind and gone crazy. "Someone, get rid of him!"

Seeing two strong men from the Meng clan coming out, Meng Mochou suddenly spoke and stopped their movements: "Don't move, he is my guest." Although she was still wary of this young man in her heart, Since she was a guest who came to express her condolences to her grandfather, she couldn't possibly watch him being driven out in embarrassment.

"Cousin Mochou, this is an outsider and a lunatic. Are you sure you want to defend him?" The young man looked at her coldly.

"My guest, only I can tell him to leave!" Meng Mochou also said coldly.

"Okay, I have no right to interfere with your guest, but what we are discussing now is our Meng family's own problems. It's not good for him to be an outsider here." The young man said.

Of course Meng Mochou knew it was not good, but in the current situation, this young man of unknown origin was more reliable than the family members. At least he would not be like a jackal, trying to bite off a piece of meat from her body.

"If you really want to say it, I am not necessarily an outsider." When she hesitated, Li Xuehao took a step forward, came to the middle of the yard, glanced at the people around him, and asked, "Is there anyone here except Meng? ?”

No one knew what he was going to do, and the young man glared at him: "You are the only one."

"Then, I'm relieved." Li Xuehao smiled slightly and waved his hand towards the door. Hearing a snap, the two wooden doors immediately closed automatically.

This magical scene shocked everyone in the Meng clan.

"Miss Meng, I'm sorry." Before anyone could react, Li Xuehao reached out and pulled out a piece of Meng Mochou's hair who was not far away from him, grabbed it in his palm, closed his eyes, and murmured something. Seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted solemnly in his mouth, "Meng Qiying, your soul is back!"

As the words fell, something seemed to spread out from the center of the yard.

The people around him also noticed it. They couldn't believe that this young boy was summoning spirits?

"What are you pretending to be?" The young man suppressed some uneasiness in his heart and yelled loudly.

Li Xuehao didn't look at him at all, his expression was solemn and solemn.

The wind began to pick up gradually, and the temperature began to drop. Many people had already felt the coldness. The most obvious change was that the clear sky, which was originally bright and sunny, suddenly became dark, and a thick dark cloud appeared above the head. , blocking the sunlight above his head.

This strange and horrifying scene made the Meng clan members around them stare wide-eyed, with more or less a hint of fear on their faces.

Only Meng Mochou had a faint expression of excitement on his face, as if he was expecting something to appear.

"Woo~~~" The wind suddenly became louder, and the dark clouds above our heads became thicker. Suddenly, a faint black smoke shot straight down from the dark clouds, fell in the center of the yard, and turned into a translucent shadow. .

The virtual figure is of medium build, has a white beard and eyebrows, and is wearing a white Tang suit. Judging from his appearance, he looks exactly like the person in the portrait.

"Ah——" Seeing this supernatural scene with their own eyes, the timid Meng clan members had collapsed to the ground, the bold ones were trembling with their legs, and the young people were even more frightened out of their wits. Even the man who always kept a calm face The middle-aged man also opened his mouth, with a look of shock and fear on his face.

Everything in front of them has exceeded their knowledge of the world. Is that the old man's soul?

Only Meng Mochou had no fear in her eyes, only excitement and joy.

The shadow that landed on the ground first looked around and found that they were all juniors in the clan. For a moment, he was a little confused: "Everyone is here, why am I here?"

Everyone he saw shrank subconsciously, and some of the timid ones already fainted.

"Grandpa!" Meng Mochou could no longer hold back the excitement and joy in her heart and shouted loudly.

Xuying followed the voice and looked over, and the confusion on his face was replaced by doting: "Girl, what's wrong with you? Don't cry, don't cry, grandpa is here." As he said that, he walked over, but when he raised his foot , only to realize that he could actually walk in the air. While he was shocked, he finally realized, "I, I am already dead..."

"Grandpa!" Meng Mochou burst into tears and ran forward excitedly, wanting to throw herself into his arms. However, the translucent shadow could not make substantial contact at all. She threw herself into the air and staggered. I almost fell down after a few steps.

But she was not discouraged, she stabilized her body and pounced again.

"Miss Meng, you know there is no point in doing that!" Li Xuehao suddenly woke her up, with a hint of aura in his voice.

Meng Mochou almost collapsed, but she knew that it was no longer possible to hold her grandfather who loved her in the past.

The shadow took the initiative to float to her side, stretched out his hand several times, but could not catch her. Then he stopped doing useless efforts and just said distressedly: "Girl, don't cry, grandpa is by your side."

"Wow -" Meng Mochou started crying like a child, her crying was heartbreaking.

Li Xuehao didn't stop her this time, knowing that she needed to vent, otherwise it would be stagnated in her body and not good for her health. He looked at the shadow that was staring at him in confusion, smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Meng."

"Who are you?" Xuying couldn't help but be startled. He had never seen this young man before, but from his tone, it seemed that he was very familiar with him.

"Do you still remember our old friends on Eleven?" Li Xuehao asked.

"Ah -" Xuying was startled at first, then reacted and his expression became excited, "Is it... Master you?"

"It's me." Li Xuehao nodded with a smile. "Eleven" formed a native character. This was a title that only the two of them knew, because that was how they chatted at the time.

After confirming that the person in front of him was the immortal person he had always wanted to see but could not see, Xuying also vaguely understood the reason why he appeared here: "Master, you recruited me back?"

"Yes." Li Xuehao nodded slightly and glanced at the Meng clan members present. "Since you left, it has been quite lively here. I think only you can solve it yourself."

"Bullsing?" Xuying frowned and quickly understood what was happening, especially when the surrounding Meng clan members formed a circle, vaguely surrounding his most beloved granddaughter. He was immediately furious. Come, look at the middle-aged man in the crowd fiercely.

The middle-aged man looked panicked and frightened. He knelt on the ground and slapped his mouth: "Dad, I'm sorry, I was lost. I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

"I know you have evil intentions. Isn't what I left you enough? Do you still want to steal your niece's things?" Xuying was furious and wanted to step forward and give this unworthy son a lesson.

The middle-aged man only knew how to slap himself in the mouth and admit his mistake. Faced with the return of his father's soul, he could not resist at all.

"That's enough, don't fight anymore. I'm warning you, if you still worry about that little thing about this girl, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!" Xuying said viciously.

"No, Dad, I can't..." The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly. He didn't want his father to come to his bedside to chat with him every night.

"And you guys, whoever dares to take advantage of this girl, I won't let you go!" Xuying glanced at the surrounding Meng clan members again.

Everyone shook their heads, saying they didn't dare.

"Mr. Meng, there is one more thing." Looking at the silent Meng clan members, Li Xuehao said in a timely manner.

"Please tell me, Master." Although the master in front of him was frighteningly young, Xuying knew that this might be the appearance of the master's rejuvenation. As a person among gods, it is not surprising at all to be immortal. Maybe he is older than him. It's several times bigger.

"You did not die naturally." Li Xuehao said.

These words were like a ground-breaking shock, not only shocking the surrounding Meng clan members, but also making Xuying burst into anger: "Master, could it be that I was killed by someone?"

"With the Jiu Shijiu I gave you, you will be free from illness and pain for the rest of your life. How could you die of a heart attack? So, someone tampered with you to make it look like you died of a heart attack." Li Xuehao glanced at the baby boy in the stroller. In his hand, he was still holding the small jade pendant.

Xuying knew what he meant by "Nine Shijiu", and the master's words were absolutely untrue, which made him hate even more: "Who is it! Who wants my old life!" As he spoke, he looked around. , finally focusing on the middle-aged man.

The latter suddenly shivered with fright, and immediately knelt down after getting up: "Dad, the conscience of heaven and earth, you are my father. No matter how courageous I am, I will not dare to do such a rebellious thing."

"It's true that he didn't do it." The black shadow was about to get angry when Li Xuehao said at the right time. Through the induction of his spiritual consciousness, he already knew who the real culprit was behind the scenes. It was the cowering figure hiding in the crowd.

"That's you." He looked straight over. It was a thin middle-aged man. When Mr. Meng's soul appeared, he had been in a state of panic. Although there was no bloody smell on his body, But there is a trace of resentment wrapped around it, which is the indelible mark left behind after killing people.

"No, it's not me, it's not me..." The thin middle-aged man quibbled loudly.

The phantom suddenly floated in front of him and pointed at him: "A Sheng, you did it?"

With his soul within reach, the thin middle-aged man finally collapsed: "I didn't want to, uncle, I didn't mean it. I didn't know the medicine was so powerful. I just wanted you to lie in bed for a few days. Who knows?" …”

"Are you because of the embezzlement of public funds that I found out?" Knowing who the real culprit was who killed him, Xuying also instantly thought of his motive.

"You beast, you killed my dad!" As Xuying's son, after knowing who the real murderer was, the middle-aged man jumped up from the ground, rushed in front of the thin middle-aged man, and fiercely Kicked him down hard, followed by a series of punches and kicks.

The thin middle-aged man screamed repeatedly, and Xuying seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, scolding: "That's enough, do you want to kick someone to death?"

"Dad, he killed you!" The middle-aged man still didn't understand his hatred. Although he complained in his heart that his father gave the most important key to his niece, he definitely had no intention of killing his father. That was not the case. It’s not something people do.

"I already know. You kicked him to death. Are you avenging me? Stupid! Don't you need to go to jail for beating someone to death?" Although he wanted to teach this incompetent son a lesson, he was his own flesh and blood after all. I don't want to see him in jail.

"A Sheng, tell me, you really did it unintentionally?" After getting angry, Xuying didn't want to push too hard. He was also one of Meng's own people, or his brother's son.

"Uncle, I really did it unintentionally. Please believe me! I did it unintentionally. I didn't want to kill you..." The thin middle-aged man almost swore to the heavens and the earth.

"If it is really unintentional, then is it also unintentional for you to harm Miss Meng's son?" Li Xuehao added next to him.

"What!" Everyone who heard it was shocked, and the skinny middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he fell into despair.

"Master, you mean, he wants to kill Jianqiu?" Meng Mochou came to his senses and asked with lingering fear.

"Well, he should have put medicine in the bottle, maybe the same medicine that killed Mr. Meng." Li Xuehao nodded.

"Beast!" Meng Mochou yelled. She had no doubts about what the master said. She finally understood why he stopped her from breastfeeding just now. She was filled with lingering fear and didn't dare to imagine what she would do if her son had an accident. Crazy stuff.

Xuying was so angry that he seemed calm: "Ah Sheng, it doesn't matter if you hurt me. For your father's sake, I can forgive you, but you shouldn't hurt the girl, let alone his child. !" After saying that, he turned to the middle-aged man aside and said, "If you want me to forgive you, send him to prison and never come out in this life."

"Dad, don't worry, leave it to me." Seeing the opportunity to redeem himself, the middle-aged man would not miss it. He didn't dare to think about the key now, and he hated the guy who killed his father.

Seeing the thin middle-aged man slumped on the ground, the middle-aged man was filled with disgust and called two people over to take him away.

…

When the matter came to an end, Li Xuehao was invited into the mourning hall, and the Meng clan also came in. They all behaved well, and sometimes looked at him with awe in their eyes. This was a master who could summon souls, a true soul-calling master. Master, after seeing it with his own eyes, it is impossible to fake it.

Xuying stood in front of his portrait, looking at it blankly, seeming quite emotional.

"Master, please drink tea." Meng Mochou came over with a steaming cup of fragrant tea. She was full of gratitude to this master. If it weren't for him, she would never see her dearest grandfather again. Maybe even Jianqiu is gone.

"You're welcome." Li Xuehao took the tea and was not surprised by her arrogance. Anyone would have such a reaction when encountering this kind of thing.

"Mr. Meng, I think you may not have stayed that long, so if you have anything to say, you can tell your juniors." Putting the tea aside, Li Xuehao said to Xuying's back.

"What, grandpa is leaving?" Meng Mochou's heart tightened.

"Yes, I am no longer a human being, and I can't stay with you forever, girl." Xuying turned around, with deep regret and reluctance in his tone.

"I don't want grandpa to leave." Meng Mochou's eyes were red. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't touch grandpa, she would have pounced on him again.

"Silly boy, we are separated by Yin and Yang, so we can't always live together. You just need to know that grandpa is always by your side to protect you." Xuying said dotingly.

Meng Mo was in tears. Her grandfather had just come back and was about to leave again. She might never see him again.

"Silly boy, if you want to see me, you can find the master and recruit me back." Xuying comforted.

Meng Mochou heard hope igniting in her eyes, and turned around to look: "Master, is it okay?"

Li Xuehao originally wanted to deny it, but when he saw the look from the phantom, he nodded slightly: "If you want to see it, I can summon the spirit again." In fact, he knew very well that this might be the last time that the grandfather and grandson would see each other. It is impossible to meet again.

However, after hearing his answer, Meng Mochou was no longer so sad, and even more faintly excited, which meant that she would be able to see her grandfather more often in the future.