Saving The Black Immortal Venerable

There is no sun in the sea, and there is no yin and yang in the four seasons, but the Huan Mandala is so weak that you always have to rest. The wall was shining brightly, and the Huan Mandala was lying on the bed, with his hands on his abdomen, slowly falling asleep.

It's been like a day underwater for ten years, and it's alarmingly quiet. Suddenly, there was a light click from the window, the latch was removed, and two figures jumped into the house one after the other.

Jiang Shaoci and Mu Yun returned to the ground very lightly, and did not wake up Huan Mandala. Mu Yungui slowly approached the figure on the bed, rarely flustered. Mu Yungui was rather helpless. She really didn't expect that in her lifetime, she would sneak into a female ghost's room.

Jiang Shaocai walked ahead and saw that Huan Mandala was asleep, so he said to Mu Yungui: "She may wake up at any time and enter the dream state quickly."

That's right, the way Jiang Shaocai came up with was to sneak into her dream while the female ghost was asleep and spy on her memory, maybe he could find the second answer.

This is indeed the fastest way, but it is also the most deadly. This is different from the previous one. Zigui’s vortex is the coagulation of emotions before death. They don’t have to worry about time after entering, and there will be no danger when they come out; but the dream of Huan Mandala changes in real time. They are in the dream. The action is very likely to awaken the owner, when Huan Manda opened his eyes and found Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaoci standing in front of her bed...

Mu Yungui was unwilling to continue thinking about it.

Jiang Shaocai can find new death skills every time. In this field, he is truly invincible.

Jiang Shaoci caught the slight fluctuations in consciousness in the room, and entered the dream state first, Mu Yun settled down and followed in.

The body is real, the divine consciousness is virtual, and the dream is the reflection of the sea of ​​consciousness. Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaoci can only use divine consciousness to enter the dream of Huan Mandala. This is very dangerous. Divine consciousness is the most important place for a monk. Once damaged, even if his body is intact, he will become a fool in the future. The dream is the most unpredictable, the wind, frost, rain and snow change completely according to the owner's mind, there is no convention at all.

Mu Yungui walked cautiously in his dream, trying his best not to disturb his master. She looked around and asked, "Where is this?"

Jiang Shaocai looked up at the plaque and said, "It seems to be the Rong family."

"Rong family?" Mu Yungui frowned slightly. If she remembers correctly, the Rong family is Rong Wanqing's family and Huan Xuejin's grandfather's family. Huan Manda hates Rong Wanqing so much, why did he dream of Rong's house?

Before her thoughts fell, a figure appeared in the trail ahead. She is about fifteen years old, with willow brows and apricot eyes, round cheeks, and some baby fat. This was a very cute look at first, but her lips were tight and her expression gloomy, and she suddenly ruined the beauty.

At the age of five, there was only a faint shadow, but now it is obvious that she is Huan Mandala. Jiang Shaocai immediately took Mu Yungui's arm, motioned her not to speak, and then took her gently and hid in the bushes.

The Rong family is also a family of cultivating immortals, the courtyard is elegant and refined, and trees are planted around it. It's a cold winter now, the trees are dry, and snow falls on the black branches, like a cold ink painting.

Fortunately, Jiang Shaoci and Mu Yungui both wore white outfits and hid well in the snow. Jiang Shaoci and Mu Yungui hid behind the tree trunk, and then quietly peeked out of their sights after the sound of footsteps passed by.

Huan Mandala seemed to be thinking about what was on his mind, but didn't notice someone not far away. Wearing a hood, she bowed her head and stepped heavily on the snow, without a slight smile on her face.

When she was a girl, she was mellower than in the future, and her complexion was more plump. Unlike the back, only thin skeletons could be seen on her arms. But she was still gloomy, like an early flower that was late before spring.

Although the clothes on Huan Mandala are luxurious, the cut is very ordinary, and the styles are also mediocre. It's like rushing for work, randomly piled up some fancy colors. Mu Yungui sighed secretly, it seems that after Bai Xiyan's death, Huan Mandala fell further out of favor, and even went out to be a guest of clothes like this perfunctory. Don't believe Mu Yungui, Rong Wanqing would let Huan Xuejin wear such old-fashioned clothes to go out.

It was snowing so much outside, but Huan Mandala walked outside alone, without a maid beside him. Yes, this is Rong Wanqing's family, and how happy Huan Xuejin is here, is how bad Huan Manda is.

Huan Mandala lowered his head, like a headless fly, consuming his energy in the yard angrily. She rushed through the moon gate with her head sullenly, and accidentally bumped into someone. Huan Mandala was knocked back and almost slipped. The person in front stretched out his hand in time to hold Huan Mandala's arm.

Huan Mandala raised her head in surprise, and the hood fell from her hair. Huan Mantu was caught off guard to see a face that was pure and handsome and icy, with pupils slightly enlarged.

The other party was a head taller than her, with a long body, and a jade crown on his head. Snow fell on his eyelashes, and it hadn't melted for a long time. Seeing Huan Mandala stand firmly, the other party gently let go of his hand, and saluteed calmly and calmly: "Xia Rongjie, I have no intention of offending. Please forgive me."

Hearing this name, Huan Mandala reacted. With her face, she quickly patted the sleeve that was held by Rong Jie just now, and said stiffly, "It's okay."

After she finished speaking, without raising her head, she immediately passed Rong Jie and walked outside the moon gate. After walking out for a long time, the ghost of Huan Mandala turned his head and saw that the tall young man's back was melted in the flying snow, and the heavy cloak seemed to be whiter than the snow on the treetops.

Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaocai hid behind the bushes. After Rong Jie left, Mu Yungui said with certainty: "She likes Rong Jie."

Jiang Shaoci was observing the environment. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What?"

It's just a bump, how come you can see the feelings? Mu Yungui shook his head, but he was sure.

For a woman, a person who can appear in her dreams, and remember that a drop of snow fell on his eyelashes on the day of the first encounter, what else can be besides liking?

After that, Huan Mandala walked around alone in the yard. She seemed to be tired and stood dazedly under the corridor. Two maids walked up in the road behind the wall, and they talked softly: "Today, my grandmother brought my cousin back to her family's house, and Mr. Jiulang made a special trip back from the field. I heard that he brought a gift to Miss Xue Jin. Lang Jun told Miss Xue Jin. It’s really nice. With so many sisters and sisters in our family, I never saw him bring gifts to anyone on a special trip."

Another person sighed and said, "Hey, most of the gifts were brought up by the old lady, or maybe even prepared by the old lady, and then settled under the name of Mr. Kuro."

"why?"

"Why do you want to kiss me? The old lady hated the smell of cigarettes the most before. Today, in order to join the game for Mr. Jiulang and Miss Ciao, they said that they would go to Huxin Pavilion to roast deer. The old lady really loves Cousin. , Our own girls have never seen the old lady so caring. But yes, Miss Xue Jin is the niece of Tongda Dao Zun after all. Although my uncle’s cultivation has stagnated, Tong Da Dao Zun’s merits are solid, and it is good and harmless to marry the Huan family. ."

The maid said angrily: "We Jiulang Jun is so good-looking and talented, we are already two stars at the age of nineteen. The old lady said that the star map of Jiulang Jun is shining, and in a few years, the impact of three stars will also make it. In terms of character, Jiulang is the well-deserved first person in Yincheng. Any young lady in Yincheng who marries Jiulang is Gao Pan. Miss Xue Jin is just the niece of Taoist Master, not a daughter. Why should he hold her like this?"

This maid sounds like Rong Jie, who is more angry than the real mother-in-law. Another person suddenly lowered his voice, and the mysterious secret of the gods said: "I heard that the old lady suddenly went to war because of the rumors in the Huan family, and she wanted to select a new batch of younger generations to practice Lingxu Sword Art."

The maid took a breath: "Ling Xu Sword Art? Is this sword art really in Huan's family?"

"It is estimated that it is. Otherwise, the old lady will not give up Jiulangjun, just to marry the Huan family. After all, Miss Xuejin is a woman and cannot practice Lingxu Sword Art. If Miss Xuejin can achieve good deeds with Jiulangjun, Jun Jiu Lang can replace the place in the main room of the Huan family to practice swords. That is Ling Xu Sword Art, just look at it. With Jiu Lang Jun’s talent, if he can get in touch with Ling Xu Sword Art, there will be no limit in the future. ."

The maid who likes Rong Jie is silent, and she also understands what the benefits of this marriage mean. The other maid glanced at the time and said, "Stop chatting, go to the Huxin Pavilion to deliver something. The old lady is still waiting for the roast venison."

The footsteps in the road gradually faded away, and Huan Mandala stood by the wall all the way, and heard every word. Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaocai hid behind the pillars and also heard the maid's conversation. Huan Mantu is a cultivator. He has good ears and eyes. Mu Yungui was afraid that she would hear it. He quietly attached to Jiang Shaoci and said, "There is also Lingxu Sword Art. What is the origin of this sword art? So many people are wondering. write?"

Jiang Shaocai chuckled lightly, without speaking. Mu Yun Guizheng pondered this sword technique, and suddenly found that the person in front had moved.

Mu Yungui hurriedly pulled Jiang Shaocai: "She's gone, keep up."

Huan Mandala walked aimlessly in the courtyard, and finally the ghosts and gods walked to the lake.

Today, there is snow, and the lake is foggy, and the falling snow is in a faint cloud. Huan Mandala stood by the lake, Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaoci hid on the hillside, looking far below. In the heart of the lake, the boy in white changed positions amidst the roar of his younger brother and sister, and sat beside Huan Xuejin.

Huan Xue Jin looks like Rong Wanqing. Although he is still young, he can see that his facial features are exquisite, which is very gentle and delicate from Huan Mandala. The two were elegant and demure, sitting side by side together, it was really beautiful.

Mu Yungui sighed unconsciously, Jiang Shaocai broke off a branch in front of him and asked, "What are you sighing for?"

Mu Yungui said in a low voice: "The girl's sentiments are beginning to show off, but the other party is the stepmother's maiden nephew. Alas, it's no wonder she remembered it for so long."

Jiang Shao resigned, "What if she just wants to eat roast deer in the past?"

Mu Yungui almost got angry when he heard it. She took a deep breath, tried to calm her emotions, and finally gritted her teeth and said: "Girls' feelings are always poetry, you should shut up."

Jiang Shaoci shrugged, obviously feeling that his guess was very reasonable. He noticed a magpie jumping around on the branch, Jiang Shaocai broke off a branch and threw it at the magpie. The magpie flew away in shock, the branches shook suddenly, and the snow on it fell off.

Mu Yungui was unprepared, and his head was covered with a handful of snow. Jiang Shaocai snorted and laughed, Mu Yun became angry, rolled up a snow ball from the ground, and threw it at Jiang Shaocai.

The snow mass was about to fall, and the surrounding scenes changed. When I came back to Huan's house, the maid around was shuttled back and forth, holding the food box, and hurriedly walked towards a place.

Jiang Shaocai and Mu Yungui were still in the deserted snow forest just now, but they suddenly fell into the banquet. Fortunately, Jiang Shaocai had quick eyes and quick hands, and took Mu Yungui to hide behind the corner. Otherwise, they would be seen by the people in the yard.

Although Huan Mandala is the subject in the dream, other people are also her imagination. Huan Mandala knows the faces of Jiang Shaoci and Mu Yungui. If he meets the person in his dream head-on, he might wake up Huan Mandala.

After the maid outside walked over, Mu Yungui breathed a sigh of relief, quietly peeked out of the corner, and looked around. It was not obvious last time at Rong's house, and now when he returns to Huan's house, the difference in treatment between Huan Mandala and Huan Xuejin is clear at a glance.

Now Huan’s family is Rong Wanqing’s head, and Huan Mandala has repeatedly contradicted his stepmother, so naturally he won’t do well. Rong Wanqing would not be able to withhold the examples of Huan Mandala, but Huan Mandala is only an example. But Huan Xuejin was different. She was older than the last time she met Rong Jia, and her beautiful appearance became more obvious. Although Huan Xuejin is wearing a white dress, there are several kinds of bird feathers woven into the skirt, which is radiant and star-studded when he walks, and is very beautiful.

Huan Xuejin is like a little princess, surrounded by everyone in the center, both men and women come to talk to her. She stood in the midst of the stars with a smile on her lips, innocent and happy, carefree. On the other hand, Huan Mandala's appearance cannot be said to be ugly, but compared with Huan Xuejin, it is only delicate, and her gloomy face completely destroys the cute and charming baby face.

Huan Mandala stands out of the crowd. Surrounded by young ladies from aristocratic families, they are subsidized by their mothers, and their grandparents are also rich and powerful. They don’t know what it feels like to be short of money when they grow up, and they all live so much that they don’t know the suffering of the world. In contrast, the clothes on Huan Mandala are cramped.

Huan Mandala noticed those unclear sights, and tried to leave several times, but still held back. Mu Yungui guessed that she was waiting for someone, but after a while, there was a loud noise from the entrance, and Rong Jie walked in surrounded by the crowd, smiling and handing over to everyone: "Second sister, sorry, I'm late."

As soon as Rong Yan entered the hospital, he came directly at Huan Xuejin. Huan Xuejin pouted and pretended to be angry and said, "Cousin, you are late again. You can't spare you this time. You have to punish yourself for three cups."

Rong Jie smiled, yes, he is a person who is used to this kind of banquet, and his gestures are generous and natural. He picked up the wine bottle on the table and drank it with his head up. He drank three cups in a row, his movements were chic and elegant, and he was more romantic than usual.

Huan Xuejin's cheeks were reddish and laughed and said, "It's fine, you only have practice in your heart. If I get you drunk and delay your sword practice for a while, my aunt will not forgive me."

The half-year-old girl puffed her face, complaining and acting like a baby. Rong Jie said: "The cousin is hosting a banquet, how can I leave halfway? I have asked for leave with the master, and I will be free from now on."

When the young masters and ladies next to him heard it, they all roared, and Huan Xuejin's smiling eyes were all bends. The place where Huan Xuejin and Rong Jie are in is the social center. Huan Mandala stands far away, moving his fingers, and finally pinching the skirt and lowering his head silently.

Everyone came, and the banquet began soon. A group of young girls from aristocratic families gathered together and played with it, just chanting poetry and composing the right way. Huan Mandala is taciturn, like an invisible person, and everyone will avoid her tacitly when playing games. But one time unfortunately, it happened to be Huan Mandala's turn. The other girls kept witty words, and it was Huan Mandala's turn to get stuck in an instant.

The atmosphere on the court was slightly embarrassing. The ladies of the aristocratic family covered half of their faces with fans, and exchanged their sights quietly. The scene was stagnating, Rong Jie suddenly stood up and said: "Cousin Tu can't drink, I'll take this glass for her."

The banquet was quiet, Huan Mandala looked up incredulously, and Rong Jie had already raised his glass and drank it in one fell swoop.

When Mu Yungui saw this, he understood why Huan Manda liked Rong Yan. Jiang Shaocai stood behind Mu Yungui, pressed down the shaggy hair on Mu Yungui's head, and asked, "She really likes him?"

Mu Yungui is very sure: "It must be."

Jiang Shaocai changed his posture, leaning his arms against the wall, quite incomprehensible: "Why, just because I had a glass of wine for her? Women like people so perfunctory?"

"It's not a question of wine." Mu Yun turned around and was about to refute. Seeing Jiang Shaocai, he finally swallowed, "Nothing, you don't understand."

Jiang Shaocai raised his eyebrows, looked at Mu Yun's return, and gently tilted his head: "How do you know I don't understand?"

Mu Yungui shook his head, not wanting to argue with him. Seeing what Jiang Shaocai looked like, he didn't know that in his head. Whether he learns martial arts or books quickly, such a person would probably not be interested in the love of ordinary people.

In his world, there are many things more interesting than women. He will only be the one who is secretly admired by others without knowing it, how can he understand the subtle and sensitive mind when he likes people.

Mu Yun was inexplicably depressed when he returned home, and sighed, "It will be very difficult for people who like you in the future."

Jiang Shaocai was very upset when he heard these words. He straightened up and was about to say something when the walls around him began to melt. Jiang Shaocai had already learned the experience, and immediately pulled Mu Yun away from him. Sure enough, the scene changed again in the next second, this time it became the Huan Family Chamber, and their location happened to be the gate.

The clan elders gathered together, the eldest lady sat high in the middle, and Huan Zhilin sat under the head of the eldest lady. They were arguing, when they heard a movement at the door, they turned their heads together: "Who?"

The hall was empty, and after a while, a cat ran across the ground. The clan elders heaved a sigh of relief: "A false alarm, it's a cat."

Jiang Shaoci covered Mu Yungui's mouth and hid on the beam of the room. Mu Yungui leaned on Jiang Shaoci's back stiffly, not daring to move. Looking down from Mu Yungui's angle, she just happened to see a person hiding behind the pillar in the hall, and she had let out the cat just now.

Huan Mandala is also bold, hiding here to listen to the elders' discussions. The scene suddenly changed just now. If Jiang Shaocai hadn't reacted quickly and easily, and immediately jumped on the beam with her, they would have been hit.

Below, the small episode passed, and the Chamber of Commerce returned to seriousness. A white-bearded elder twisted his beard and frowned, and said, "The matter of divorcing his wife is too shocking. Rong has been married to you for 13 years and has a daughter. For many years, he has never slackened in presiding over family affairs and filial piety to his elders. , I’m afraid it will provoke criticism."

Huan Zhilin said: "She is not right. Xuejin is twelve years old. In the past 12 years, she has not given birth to another son or a half. This is the biggest mistake."

On the beam of the room, Mu Yungui's eyes widened in surprise, and Jiang Shaocai was also a little surprised. Huan Zhilin divorced her wife thirteen years ago because Bai Xiyan was a mortal, and married in gracefully and gracefully in the evening. Unexpectedly, only a few years later, it was Rong Wanqing's turn to be retired?

Obviously the clan elders below felt outrageous. Someone said: "No. The Rong family is a daughter of the Rong family. These years, the Rong family has a nine-language Rong Yu, who is quite prestigious in the city. If you divorced your wife at this juncture, please Where is the family’s face? Besides, Huan Xuejin has also reached the age of marriage. You divorced her mother. She is not a concubine. What about the marriage? Didn't you ruin her life?"

Huan Zhilin stood up, saluted the elders, and said in a loud voice: "This is my family. I don't hide some things, so I just said it. I am not because of her mistakes or incompetence. It's because she has no children. I haven't given her a chance for ten years, but she hasn't moved. I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to have a son. If it is an ordinary family, it would be fine to have two daughters, but our family is different. Huan's family The children need to be proficient in the Lingxu sword art in order to subdue the Nirvana sword bone in the future. Elders, do you really plan to hand over the sword art and sword bone to your son-in-law?"

Everyone was silent this time. The eldest lady has not spoken. When she heard this, she finally said, "Although the old man loves his granddaughter, it is the family business that is more important. The old man still remembers that Yuan'er has never slept a full sleep since he was six years old. Every day he wakes up before dawn, and keeps practicing swords until the middle of the moon. In the evening he returns to the house to practice tactics. He is so talented and so hard that he was finally selected by the Kunlun Sect and went to Zhuoshan to learn art. He can At this point, it’s his own efforts on the one hand, and chance on the other. He became Jiang Ziyu’s sparring partner, and his swordsmanship has greatly improved. It was only under various circumstances that he obtained the Lingxu Sword Art. Jiang Ziyu is dead and Yuan’er’s Fortunately, it is impossible to repeat. He finally brought Lingxu Sword Art and Nirvana Sword Bone back to the Huan family. Before leaving, he specifically asked the family to take good care of these two things. If the Huan family does not have a son who can conquer the sword bone, could it be the family these years Is the hard work of Yuan'er and Yuan'er's unique opportunity all in vain?"

The assembly hall was silent, and a thin old man said after a moment: "But we have tried for four thousand years, and every year we choose the best children to practice in the sword mound, but no one can crack the Lingxu sword art. Sometimes there are a few good ones. Yes, when I went to subdue the sword bones, they all died without exception. These two things are so evil, are they really magic weapons of the fairy family?"

The elder lady raised the solid wood cane and knocked heavily on the ground: "Yuan'er said yes, that is! Are you questioning me?"

The skinny old man stopped talking, and of course he did not dare to question Huan Zhiyuan. Four thousand years ago, Huan Zhiyuan came back suddenly in despair, shutting himself in the house, and ignoring anyone. Later, he left without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter and two things.

He said in the letter that he discovered these two things during an adventure in an ancient cave. If you learn this swordsmanship, you will be invincible in the world, and you will be able to walk alone; if you conquer the sword bone and incorporate it into your body, you can be reborn and gain supreme aptitude.

At that time, the clan elders were very happy, and immediately arranged for their son to study. However, four thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye, and no one can learn the Lingxu Sword Art, let alone subdue the sword bone. As long as the bones are close to those few bones, they will be crushed by sword qi, and the Huan family has lost a lot of juniors with outstanding aptitude for this. It is precisely because of years of learning Lingxu Sword Art that the Huan family has such a big talent gap, otherwise, what's the matter with Rongjun in Yincheng now?

Although the Huan family tried their best to keep secrets, they lived in the same city. Gradually, other families in Yincheng also knew that the Huan family had a secret swordsmanship, and there were even rumors that the reason why Huan Zhiyuan was able to cultivate to five stars was because he learned this swordsmanship.

Countless people stared at Ling Xu Jian Jue, but Huan's family didn't accept it. Huan Zhilin is the younger brother of Huan Zhiyuan, and he is the most likely person to learn swordsmanship and conquer swordsmanship. However, because of an accident, he broke early.

Huan Zhiyuan has been wandering away so far and is missing. It is not realistic to expect Huan Zhiyuan to give birth to heirs suddenly. The eyes of the old Huan family can only fall on the descendants of Huan Zhilin.

And Huan Zhilin has no sons.

Mu Yungui hid on the beam, really intolerable. She lowered her voice, and quietly said to Jiang Shaocai: "Is it an honor to be a sparring partner?"

Jiang Shaocai snorted and laughed, realizing that there was someone down there, and quickly held back. Jiang Shaocai held back his smile and said, "It's not glorious. It's just a fake name, not to mention the sparring, it's the righteous master who also played rubbish."

Jiang Shaoci really felt that he was rampant and stupid in fifteen and sixteen, and his sword skills were so bad that he couldn't bear to look directly at him. Mu Yungui did not expect that Jiang Shaoci would even dare to dislike Jiang Ziyu, who is well-known in the annals. She glanced at him silently and said, "Why do they have to have a son? Women can't practice swords, just because there is no such thing as a son. Are you going to divorce one after another?"

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mu Yungui couldn't believe it was true. The dignified family of cultivating immortals is such a child's play.

Mu Yungui was afraid of being heard by the people below, and these words were posted in Jiang Shaoci's ears. Her breath was blue, and she threw herself at Jiang Shaocai's ears. Jiang Shaocai thought for a while, his lips seemed to be ridiculed, and he said, "It may be because the man who writes swordsmanship and repairs sword bones is a man."

Therefore, the Huan family desperately wanted his son. Although women can also practice, no one in the Huan family has ever thought about what a woman can do with things that even so many outstanding men can't do.

Overhearing now, the final result has been very clear. With the overwhelming advantage of six people in favor and one abstention, the clan elder agreed to divorce his wife and marry another.

The happy world of Rong Wanqing and Huan Xuejin collapsed in an instant. Huan Xuejin cried into tears, until her mother was taken away in a carriage, she didn't want to understand why things happened like this.

Why is the mother abandoned? Why does the father want to marry another? Why does the grandmother, who always loves her most, refuse to even see her now? On the day Rong Wanqing was sent away, Huan Xuejin knelt outside the lady's courtyard under the rain and persisted for three days and three nights. But until she fainted at the door, the lady didn't come out to see.

When Huan Xuejin knelt down, Huan Mandala hid outside the side door under an umbrella, watching this scene quietly. The rain around her was swirling, and even the sky was blue, which showed that she was in a happy mood. However, in the next instant, the sky suddenly turned dark.

Huan Xuejin fainted, and Rong Yan came from outside in the rain. He sprinted all the way, leaving the man who was holding the umbrella far behind him. Rong Jie saw Huan Xue Pan falling in the water, his face was colder than snow. He hugged Huan Xuejin, turned around and left without saying a word to the Huan family.

Rong Jie took Huan Xuejin back to Rong's house. Huan Xuejin had been ill at his maternal ancestor's house for half a year, and then he came back crookedly in winter. After this encounter, Huan Xuejin has lost a lot of weight. The originally immature cheeks have thinned out from the tip of the chin. Xizi Fufeng, I feel pity, and the more beautiful the city is.

At this time, Huan Zhilin's third wife had already entered the door. Although the new wife was born in a family, her education is not comparable to that of Rong Wanqing, and she is narrow-minded and jealous. Huan Mandala changed the attitude of competing with Rong Wanqing and became very enthusiastic about the new stepmother and took the initiative to help her stepmother share his worries. The new wife reciprocated the love, and even the relationship between Huan Manda and Huan Zhilin has greatly improved.

Huan Xuejin came back at this time and suddenly became a thorn in the eye of the new lady. Huan Manda quietly gave advice to the new stepmother, and returned the same harsh treatment that the mother and daughter had to her.

There is no other reason, just because Rong Yan hugged Huan Xuejin and left half a year ago, which alarmed the people in half of the city. It's spreading everywhere now, and in order to protect Huan Xuejin, the Rong family will ask Rong Yan to marry his cousin. Huan Xuejin only needs to endure for two more years before he can return to his grandfather's home to enjoy the good fortune. When the time comes, your grandmother and mother will be by your side, so life shouldn't be more comfortable.

How can Huan Mandala be tolerable. The dispute between the two sisters was triggered.