Journey to the heavens starting from the fox demon

"Look at my fingers, they were inexplicably cut by those lotus flowers."

Steward Fei fell silent, even though he was well-informed, he had never seen such a situation.

"No...these lotus flowers don't look like normal plants." Steward Fei stopped in front of Wang Yu's tombstone and looked at the lotus flowers carefully.

Each lotus is the size of a fist, and the petals are condensed together, like an ancient oil lamp.

Steward Fei closed his eyes, feeling that the lotus flowers in front of him were not lotus flowers at all, but instead were streaks of sword energy.

The thick palm slightly touched the lotus, and felt the sharp sword intent coming from the palm.

Yes, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the touch.

That is different from King Quan Sword Intent, with an endless power.

But this is what shocked him.

You must know that Wang Quanyu has been dead for three months, and he has only seen this kind of sword intent on that person.

Could it be... he is not dead?

Thinking of this possibility, Butler Fei felt a little inconceivable.

At the beginning, he judged together with several doctors, that the life force of the person has been cut off, and there is no way to return to heaven.

Butler Fei frowned, not knowing what was going on for a while.

You can't dig the grave directly, let's find out.

"Could it be that the old man made a mistake in his judgment and just fell into a state of suspended animation?" Butler Fei was wrong again!

If it was really suspended animation, it would have been three months.There is no air in the cemetery, even if it was a fake death, it may be real death now.

"Grandpa Fei, what should we do? It can't be someone's prank, right?" Jing Jingyu asked very uneasy.

In front of him is the tomb of his idol, who is so bad, playing a prank here.

"No, this shouldn't be someone's prank." But Steward Fei shook his head, and then said to himself: "These lotus flowers are completely formed by a certain kind of sword intent. The disadvantage of King Quan Sword is that it needs to consume life."

"Is there any connection between the two?"

Butler Fei couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he decided to go back and discuss with those two.

The easiest way to verify it now is to dig a grave, but this place is completely shrouded in this kind of sword spirit. One can imagine that the sword spirit under the grave may be stronger.

Digging rashly at this time may break a certain balance.

Assuming that Wang Quanyu is really not dead, he falls into a strange state of suspended animation.

Then he couldn't move rashly.

Before leaving, Steward Fei told Feng Jingyu with a serious expression: "Remember, don't tell anyone what happened here. Just pretend you don't know anything, and absolutely don't tell it."

"Don't worry, Grandpa Fei, I will never tell anyone." Jing Jingyu assured with a serious expression.

"Well, let's go back."

Steward Fei was thinking about something, and walked back with Jingyu.

That night, three figures came to Wang Quanyu's cemetery.

It was Butler Fei and a man and a woman.

The man was about middle-aged, with a haggard face, extremely pale under the moonlight.

I saw him sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed forward by the woman in the yellow shirt.

No one knows what they did that night, but the cemetery has been off limits since then.

Every time he came to visit the grave, there was only Jingjingyu alone.

In a flash, it was two and a half years.

Today's landscape jade has grown a lot.

He is 17 years old this year, and he is only one year away from becoming an adult.

Today, as usual, he came to visit the grave.

It is said to be tomb-sweeping, but in fact it is just a guise of tomb-sweeping to see if there is any change there.

This was the task Steward Fei had given him.

And every year, he can get a lot of money.

Came here today as usual, Scenic Jade has a complicated complexion.

Staring at the blossoming lotus, he found a clean stone and sat down.

"Master Yu, I'm here to see you again." Jing Jingyu took out a small bottle made of ceramics from her cloth bag.

After opening it, half of it came out in front of the tombstone.

The strong-flavored wine dripped into the soil, and the air smelled of wine.

"My mother passed away the day before yesterday, she was very peaceful that day." Jing Jingyu said, her eyes filled with tears.

"Father left early, and it was my mother who raised me and my sister alone. My mother is just an ordinary person. In order to raise us, she can only find some jobs that no one is willing to do in this family of cultivation. She has worked hard. Working for a month is not as good as what others earn for a day."

Jingjingyu's nose twitched, she took the remaining half bottle of wine, and suddenly she drank it down.

It may be the first time he drank alcohol, and he was severely choked.

A lot of alcohol was choked into his chest, which made him feel hot for a while.

But he didn't care about it at all, and continued: "Although I barely become a monk, my talent is limited everywhere. I have always had a crush on the daughter of our opposite uncle Wang, but I never dared to speak."

"Because of low self-esteem, yes, in front of others, I will show carelessness. But who knows, it's just an expression of my inferiority complex in order to hide my heart."

"Master Yu, the teacher in the school didn't advise me to practice, and I saw deep contempt in his eyes." Feng Jingyu's eyes were firm, and she said word by word: "I don't want my mother to suffer, I want to give it to my sister and the others." better life."

"Only by becoming a monk can you make more money. Only by becoming a monk can you control your own destiny. But...but why, I can give my mother a better life now, but she is leaving now."

Speaking of this, Jingjingyu burst into tears.

He will never forget that his mother was still worried about them at the last moment of her life.

"well said."