Chen Qingling's Daughter

Wen Sheng looked up at the few people at the dining table who were looking around in embarrassment, then turned to look at Lan Zhuo who was pretending to be eating, "Yangyang is here?"

Lan Zhuo put down the chopsticks and bowl in his hands in embarrassment, blinked his eyes and nodded.

"Humph" Wen Sheng lowered his head to eat: "Once you come, the two of you will get bored." Wen Sheng took two mouthfuls of rice, then turned to Amber and said, "Prepare some food for Xiaoxiao, I'll see you soon." Send it to them both."

Song Rao looked curiously, "What's going on."

Lan Zhuo couldn't help kicking Wen Yao under the table. Wen Yao glanced at Wen Sheng, leaned over and said, "My grandfather is such a hard-spoken and soft-hearted person. They all said that Xiaoxiao was brought up by my grandfather." .”

"It's your grandmother," Wen Sheng said without raising his head: "Your grandmother loves Xiaoxiao, you little troublemakers, she hurts both, not to mention Xiaoxiao was brought up by him bit by bit, hand in hand Taught."

Lan Zhuo couldn't help but glanced at Song Rao, looking at him with a curious expression, but finally couldn't hold back and asked: "Brother Song, when you were young..."

Song Rao bit his chopsticks, frowned and thought for a long time: "I grew up with my master Baoshan Sanren. The master has a calm personality. Apart from not allowing me to go down the mountain, it is also good for me to strictly supervise me to practice. .”

"You..." Lan Zhuo asked tentatively, "Don't you miss your parents?"

Wen Yao stopped her chopsticks, and even Wen Sheng couldn't help but look up at them.

As if Song Rao hadn't noticed it, he had the same innocence as Wen Yao: "Master said that there was a little misunderstanding between my parents, but Master believes that the misunderstanding between the two of them will be resolved as soon as they meet. , Master said that when my father came down the mountain, he already knew that he had misunderstood my father, and the purpose of going down the mountain was to apologize to my father."

Lan Zhuo couldn't help but glanced at the empty seat, couldn't help but pursed his lips, as if something was stuck in his heart, he felt like he couldn't eat.

Suddenly, I was so unwilling.

Wen Sheng's hands couldn't help shaking. For some reason, every word Song Rao said had nothing to do with Xiaoxiao, and had nothing to do with Xiaoxiao, but he suddenly had a feeling of distress.

Feeling sorry for Xiaoxiao inexplicably, why?

Wen Sheng was also so frustrated that he couldn't eat, so he simply put down his chopsticks and got up abruptly: "I don't want to eat, you can eat slowly."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care what other people's expressions were, and strode out,

Lan Zhuo bowed and saluted, and when Wen Sheng turned around the door and was out of sight, Lan Zhuo couldn't help but glance at Song Rao: "Brother Song, take it easy, I have evening classes, so I'll take my leave first."

When Wen Sheng walked up to the closed bronze door with the food box, he suddenly wondered if he should go in now.

She stood at the door for a long time, and finally pushed the door open.

Lan Yang watched Wen Sheng come in without moving, still gently stroking Xiaoxiao's hair, the incense burner beside her was dyed with calming incense.

"I'll bring you some food." Wen Sheng had a strange expression on his face.

"Do you also feel this way?" Lan Yang looked at Wen Sheng's expression, and gently placed Xiaoxiao's head on the pillow: "Let's go out and talk."

Lan Yang closed the bronze door, but stood at the door without going anywhere: "Does my uncle feel the same way?"

Wen Sheng nodded: "From the moment I knew he was the son of Xingchen and Zichen, I suddenly felt very blocked."

Wen Sheng let out a long sigh: "I always feel that Song Rao will one day become Xiaoxiao's heart knot."

Lan Yang clasped his hands and looked at the brightly lit place in front of him: "It's already a knot in my heart."

"It's hard to untie the knot." Wen Sheng took a deep breath before saying.

"It's easy to understand," Lan Yang looked back at the bronze door, "It depends on Xiao Xingchen's attitude."

"That's enough." Wen Sheng frowned deeply: "Xing Chen died because of Xue Yang, and he died so resolutely, with his spiritual consciousness completely destroyed, even if he really revives one day, it may be difficult for him to drink a bowl of water." Duanping."

"There is no parent who would be able to balance a bowl of water." Lan Yang's expression was still very indifferent: "What's more, Xiaoxiao said something right, one is willing, and the other is cheating and concealing. Xiao Xingchen's character, I want to forgive Xue Yang, I'm afraid it's absolutely impossible."

"I'm afraid I can't tell what's going on with the three of them." Lan Yang turned around, with a soft and indifferent voice: "The only ones who suffer are the juniors."

"Hey..." Wen Sheng heard Lan Yang's voice of opening the door, and couldn't help asking again: "Hey, what if Xingchen refuses to recognize Xiaoxiao after his resurrection?"

"Then I will be ruthless." Lan Yang's tone was cold and decisive: "If you marry Xiaoxiao, let him marry my Gusu Lan family, and let him marry my Lan family's surname, and let him enter the ancestral grave of my Lan family. What Qing Fengmingyue Xiao Xingchen, Aoxue Lingshuang Song Zichen, or heinous Xue Chengmei have nothing to do with us, the two of us will never go down in the clouds for the rest of our lives, and care about your life and death."

After finishing speaking, Lan Yang slammed the bronze door shut.

Wen Sheng looked at Lan Yang, and at that moment, he could finally understand why all the families of the immortal sect were as afraid of him as Wei Nv and Wei Ying.

Fortunately, before his wife died, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying were warned that if they want Lan Yang to live a long life, they should not let her go down in the clouds.

Although there is a world of flowers and flowers at the foot of the mountain, there are also intrigues. Dantu and others are all born with psychic bodies. The people in the world of flowers and flowers are sinister, and it is really not suitable for innocent girls like them.

It's just suffering for Miao Miao, who should have lived innocently like Lan Yang since he was a child in the deep clouds, who would have thought of the end. . .

Wen Sheng blinked and returned to his dormitory. In his dormitory, a huge ice coffin was placed neatly beside the bed.

Inside the ice coffin was Lan Miao's body.

Wen Sheng stood in front of the ice coffin, looking at Wei Nvze's body: "Miaomiao, please bless Xiaoxiao, no matter how much Xingchen resents Xue Yang, please bless this resentment from spreading to Xiaoxiao."

How unfair this is to him.

Lan Yang stared at the censer, without closing his eyes almost all night, whether it was life or death, procrastinated day after day, whether it was life or death, it was better to give it a good time.

Lan Yang knocked on Lan Zhuo's door hastily before the time of day arrived, almost pressing Lan Zhuo to dig up Song Rao.

"Miss Lan, what is the urgent matter?" Song Rao rubbed his eyes and asked.

"Resurrection Xiao Xingchen." Lan Yang said.

Song Rao was stunned. Regarding his parents, he thought of ten thousand possibilities, and the last thing he wanted to believe was death: "How did he die?"

"Being deceived by Xue Yang, she committed suicide and died, and the altar was completely destroyed after death." Xiaoxiao's hair was disheveled, and her figure became thinner and thinner.

Lan Yang turned around and held Xiaoxiao's hand, giving him a gentle and encouraging look.

"That year in Yicheng, when Xue Yang's term expired, Xiao Xingchen tricked Xiao Xingchen into using corpse poison to turn the living into living corpses, and deceived Xiao Xingchen, massacred the people of Yicheng, and killed Song Lan with his own hands. When he finally learned the truth, he destroyed his spiritual consciousness and died. die."

Song Rao was a little stunned, and it took him a long while before he said, "Then, my father, when Xiao Xingchen made a move, he knew...knew..."

Lan Zhuo pursed his lips: "My father said about this. Senior Xiao Xingchen didn't know it was Senior Song at the time. At that time, Senior Song had already been poisoned by the corpse poison. Senior Xiao Xingchen was blind. Rely on Shuanghua's guidance, but unfortunately, Shuanghua sword can't tell the difference between a murderous corpse and a living corpse."

Lan Zhuo didn't mention Xue Yang's name, but Lan Yang still couldn't help but glance at Xiaoxiao who seemed to have no feelings, and silently clenched his hands.

"Then, it actually has nothing to do with him, right?" Song Rao looked at Lanzhuo and asked.

"Your father, Song Lan, is now a vicious corpse, walking around the world to hoe the strong and help the weak," Lan Zhuo comforted Song Rao and said, "My grandmother is the adopted daughter of Zangse Sanren, a disciple of Baoshan Sanren. Ever since I knew Xiao Xingchen After the matter of senior, I started to prepare for the resurrection of Senior Xiao Xingchen. Now everything is ready, only Dongfeng is missing."

"What do you mean?" Song Rao looked at these people in astonishment. In just a few minutes, not only his life's cognition was overturned.

"After Xiao Xingchen committed suicide, his spiritual consciousness was completely shattered. After searching through the out-of-print ancient books of Dantuyi, my grandmother found a person who used the blood of the dead to open up the Yin and Yang world, and used the Soul Search Network to reunite the shattered spiritual consciousness. Supplementing the blood and calling of close relatives to supplement the spiritual consciousness and resurrect the dead." Lan Zhuo patiently explained to Song Rao the ins and outs of what they were going to do today.

"What are you going to do?" Song Rao asked with his eyes open, blinking.

"The preparations ahead are almost done, all you need is some blood from Mr. Song." Lan Yang drew out his saber, looked at Song Rao with a smile and said.

"But" Song Rao looked at the cold long sword in Lan Yang's hand, hesitantly said, "I don't know if I want to..."

"He is your father," Xiaoxiao couldn't help but said, "Don't you miss your father?"

Song Rao's eyes dodged a little: "I don't know."

Several people did not speak, but looked at Song Rao firmly.

After a long while, Song Rao let out a long sigh and stretched out his arms: "After all, he is my father, so you can do it."

The hot blood flowed down the tube in Yang Yang's hand, and flowed into the hot incense burner, revealing a bright red light.

Lan Yang hastily took out various unnamed medicinal materials and animal parts that could be seen at a glance from the spirit lock bag and threw them into the incense burner.

Seeing fragments of silver-white light rising from the incense burner, Lan Yang hurriedly made a well-preserved but age-old spirit-locking pouch from Xiaoxiao's hand, and scattered a person inside. All of them were thrown into the incense burner.

The two places of spiritual consciousness slowly converged, and Lan Yang turned around to greet Song Rao: "Quickly, let your blood flow into this incense burner, and you must firmly believe in your heart that you want your father to come back."

Song Rao hesitated suddenly, but still raised his head and stepped forward, letting his own blood flow into the incense burner.

But this time, there was no reaction from the incense burner. Lan Yang looked at the incense burner and couldn't help frowning: "Song Rao, what are you thinking?"

Song Rao hesitated a bit: "I, I really don't know if I want to let him... Can you give me a little more time?"

"How does this give you time?" Lan Yang was completely angry: "If he doesn't firmly believe in it now, his spiritual knowledge will really be gone and he won't be able to get it back. Besides, do you know how many years we have collected these herbs and how much painstaking effort we have put into them? ?”

Song Rao simply withdrew his hand: "That's my father, let me think about it again."

After speaking, he didn't dare to look on other people's faces, so he turned his head and rushed out.

Xiaoxiao looked at Song Rao's back with a firm expression: "Let me do it."

As he spoke, he didn't care about Lan Yang Lan Zhuo's obstruction, he simply cut his arm open, and there were seventeen or eight wounds of old and new all over his slender and pale arm.

The bright red blood flowed into the censer, but Xiaoxiao didn't show any expression, but the spiritual consciousness in the censer gathered little by little, turning into a man who looked ninety percent like Xiaoxiao.

He closed his eyes tightly and frowned.

Lan Zhuo pushed open the lid of the ice coffin at the right time, allowing Lan Yang to stuff the fully assembled soul back into Xiao Xingchen's body.

After doing all this well, Lan Zhuo was not in a hurry to continue the next step of maintenance, but hurriedly bandaged Xiaoxiao's wound.

"It's been more than ten years, and it's you every time." Lan Yang looked at Xiaoxiao's arm covered with wounds, and couldn't help but complain: "It's fine if there is no replacement in the past, but this time there is someone who is bigger than you." There is no one more righteous than you, but you are the one who bleeds in the end."

"For more than ten years, you have shed nearly half of your blood every year, and you have to beat those strange beasts and collect poisonous weeds with your own hands. You have suffered so many injuries that you can't support your body."

"Yangyang." The shy and innocent smile appeared on Xiaoxiao's face again, and she held back the broken thoughts, and straightened the corpse in the coffin with her chin: "Don't let my injuries of so many years be in vain. OK."

"Why are you the most filial?" Yang Yang burst into tears suddenly: "I don't care about my beloved son."

There were tears in Xiaoxiao's eyes: "But, after all, my father owes him."

Lan Yang was hysterical as if he had completely collapsed: "So what, wasn't he the one who fell in love with your father back then? If he didn't want to, could he still be forced? You really think you can have a baby after taking medicine."

"If two people don't have feelings, it's useless to take medicine, do you know that?" Lan Yang threw herself into Xiaoxiao's arms and cried hoarsely.

"I know," Xiaoxiao comforted Lan Yang softly: "But, just treat it as if I owe him, and he gave me my life, and now I will use my blood to pay him back, and when he comes back to life, I will go to Yunshen to propose marriage, join your Lan family, take your surname Lan, and leave Yunshen to know where it is, okay?"

Lan Yang sniffled, and slowly stopped crying: "Who cares?" Saying that, she turned her head to look at Xiao Xingchen's body in the ice coffin, and angrily threw each piece at Xiao Xingchen's body that was already breathing slowly. Herbal Spices.

After the fall, he didn't care what happened to Xiao Xingchen's forehead, he simply turned around and helped the weak Xiaoxiao who had lost a lot of blood and walked back: "Okay, let his good son watch him."

Lan Zhuo blinked his eyes, he couldn't afford to offend their sister-in-law of the Lan family.

Xiao Xingchen never thought that he would still wake up one day.

Although he still can't see anything.

"Are you awake?" Wen Sheng helped Xiao Xingchen up and asked.

"Who are you and where am I?" Xiao Xingchen had just woken up, still a little confused.

"How can you be a fool to resurrect once?" Wen Sheng patted Xiao Xingchen's forehead lightly.

Xiao Xingchen was taken aback by this familiar movement: "You are, Brother Wen Sheng?"

Wen Sheng simply sat beside Xiao Xingchen, heaved a long sigh and said, "Think about it, there is nothing you can't get through. Since you are alive, don't think about dying."

Xiao Xingchen's smile slowly froze on his face, and after a while, he continued, "Xue Yang, are you dead?"

Xiaoxiao at the door stopped in her tracks all of a sudden, her face was serious, and she couldn't express any emotions.

Wen Sheng glanced at Xiao Xingchen, and said after a long while: "Dead, the body dies, the way disappears, and the soul flies away."

Xiao Xingchen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his complexion softened a little, but it made Xiao Xiao's complexion at the door even paler.

"Xue Yang," Wen Sheng asked tentatively, "Xue Yang gave birth to a son for you, did you know?"

"I know." After a while, Xiao Xingchen finally said, "But what does Xue Yang's son have to do with me?"

"Xingchen," Wen Sheng saw Xiaoxiao at the door, couldn't help but said, "Xingchen, it doesn't mean that you can have children after taking the golden pill. If two people don't love each other, they won't have children."

Xiao Xingchen looked serious, and it took him a while to say, "I, never loved Xue Yang."

Wen Sheng frowned, but he saw Xiaoxiao at the door swaying, supported by Lan Yang behind him, and turned her head back.

"Xingchen," Wen Sheng watched Xiaoxiao walk away, and couldn't help opening his mouth. He has raised Xiaoxiao for nearly 20 years, and knowing that he is a good boy who is determined, he couldn't help but say for Xiaoxiao: "Xingchen, don't care about Xue Yang. How, childish and innocent, after all, he is also your child."

"Brother Wen Sheng," Xiao Xingchen stopped Wen Sheng from saying, "There are some things that you don't know, and I can't just let it go."

The author has something to say: the next chapter will continue to abuse Xiaoxiao, seeing with his own eyes the father he misses so much and other people’s family of three having fun, how big is Xiaoxiao’s psychological shadow?