Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

At the end of December, Kongsang Mountain was snowed for three consecutive days, as heavy as goose feathers.

Wen Zhishu lay on the window and watched all morning. His hands were fine, but his nose was red and hurt from the cold.

"What's the matter? Understanding life?" Nan Yu'an just came back from the outside, and the snow on his shoulders and hair has not yet melted. He took off his coat, shook it and hung it on the hanger beside him, "Look at it from a distance. It's time for you to lie on the window."

"Where did you go today?" Wen Zhishu stepped forward to take the pastry Nan Yu'an handed him, "Going to North Street? It's very considerate, and you brought me a plum cake."

Nan Yu'an pursed his lips and shook his head: "Go out and do some research." He looked at the messy books on the desk, his eyes moved, "Did you think of this Kongsang Mountain?"

Wen Zhishu was pulling the plum cake to choose the shape he likes to eat.After taking a bite, I was a little dazed when I heard Nan Yu'an's words: "What do you mean?"

"There is going to be a big turmoil in Kongsang Mountain. I'm afraid the Wen family will be burnt." Nan Yu'an made it very clear. He came and went outside these days, and some things came to his ears. Although there were several versions, But coming and going has the same meaning, "Once Wen Yin dies, Wen Yongxi knows nothing about the Wen family's affairs, and if you let it go, the whole Wen family will collapse."

Wen Zhishu nodded: "My third sister is a bit capable to survive until today. However, I heard that a few days ago, her husband's family sent a letter, it should be He Lishu. My three sisters Sister locked herself in the room for a long time, and finally walked out with red eyes..."

"Well, I know." Nan Yu'an nodded.

"It's not easy for my third sister, nor is it easy for my elder brother and second brother. I don't know who is right and who is wrong, maybe the Wen family deserves such a catastrophe." Wen Zhishu sighed and put the plum cake on the plate Inside, "I don't think I am a good person, so I can't do any good things. I don't know who to sympathize with, and I don't know who to blame."

Nan Yu'an gave an 'en', and didn't think about comforting this person who made things difficult for him: "Blame yourself, you have been ignorant for more than 20 years."

"..." Wen Zhishu was still feeling guilty at first, but after hearing what Nan Yu'an said, he became a little speechless, wishing he could strangle this person to death, "What did you check when you went out?"

"About Cheng Chuanqin." Nan Yu'an pushed Wen Zhishu a little, and asked him to stand over, "I don't know how to set the brazier in the room, are you cold?"

Wen Zhishu looked at Nan Yu'an's look of meddling, and couldn't help but want to laugh: "You really are, you've become a little meddling." He reached out and took a piece of black charcoal and handed it to Nan Yu'an, Then he took a cloth to wipe his hands, "It's really more meticulous than my elder brother."

Nan Yu'an gave him a sideways look, and the expression on his face became a little indifferent: "The matter of Cheng Chuanqin is a bit strange."

"Why is it so strange? You told me so sternly the other day, there were causes and consequences, why are you so strange now?" Wen Zhishu's hands were still stained with black dirt, which couldn't be wiped off no matter what.So he poured the water from the teapot and washed his hands in the basin, "Why are you holding on to this matter?"

Nan Yu'an pursed her lips: "His affairs are unclear, don't you want to find out? Especially Cheng Chuanqin's second change of heart, who on earth has the ability to change it for him? Still so ignorant. "Nan Yu'an took a brush on one side and wrote this on the paper, "The Cheng family and the Feng family, as well as the Cheng family and the Wen family, I think, are very strange."

Wen Zhishu pursed his lips: "What do you mean?"

Nan Yu'an took a deep breath: "I asked my master, he had heard about this incident back then, and he said that it is not easy to change hearts, and it is very likely that both parties died. So, if we say that That sorcerer and sorcerer is a veteran, so who changed Cheng Chuanqin's heart for the second time? If there is no high certainty, Mrs. Cheng will not let someone change Cheng Chuanqin's heart. Then the question arises, who changed Cheng Chuanqin's heart? Replaced heart."

"Didn't you pay no attention to these things before?" Wen Zhishu was a little surprised. He didn't know why Nan Yu'an didn't pay attention to anything other than being interested in monsters before. Why did he pay attention to Cheng Chuanqin's matter instead? So caring? "Is there something you didn't tell me?"

"It's very interesting. The first time Cheng Chuanqin changed his heart was accidental, but the second time was premeditated." Nan Yu'an pursed her lips and nodded, "I don't care about this, but didn't you say that? Is it? Cheng Chuanqin is your good friend, so I naturally want to pay more attention to it." When he was talking, he kept his head down and fiddled with his brush, and he found that the brush was much stiffer, so he squeezed it for a long time.

Wen Zhishu looked at Nan Yu'an's side face, and then couldn't help but blushed.No, why is he blushing?But... Seeing Nan Yu'an saying such a thing seriously, he couldn't help but blush.He couldn't do these things, Nan Yu'an knew, so Nan Yu'an did everything for +.Everything is done with care.

He covered his face with his hands, his cheeks were hot.Wen Zhishu turned around and took a mahogany chair and sat beside Nan Yu'an, then put his face against Nan Yu'an's back, hemming and hawing, his voice was very low.

"What are you talking about?" Nan Yu'an didn't hear clearly, and moved his shoulder blades, "Zhishu?"

"I said...you really don't mind the trouble." Wen Zhishu didn't dare to show his face to Nan Yu'an, he was afraid that Nan Yu'an would find him blushing unbelievably, "I have to help me solve everything I have. "

Nan Yu'an raised his eyes, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "That's no way, you are mine now, and you should do your duty as a master."

"..." Wen Zhishu knew that this person couldn't say anything good, "You have to show some face." Having said that, he laughed, and the blush on his face dissipated, "You Didn't you just ask me if I want to leave Kongsang Mountain?"

"En." Nan Yu'an nodded, these days he could see that Kongsang Mountain is not a good place, if possible, he would like to take Wen Zhishu away.

"I don't really want to leave..." Wen Zhishu pursed his lips, "To be honest, I've stayed in Kongsang Mountain for so long, so I don't really want to leave. But, as long as I imagine that I'm with you, it doesn't matter where I am. "

Nan Yu'an nodded, he also thought about it, how could Wen Zhishu be willing to leave Kongsang Mountain after spending his whole life in Kongsang Mountain?As long as Wen Zhishu said 'no', he would not leave.

Since returning to the mausoleum that day, Feng Lanran stayed by Cheng Chuanqin's side every day, never leaving even a single step, but made Cheng Chuanqin at a loss, thinking more and more.

It was snowing these few days, and Mr. Feng became even more angry when he saw the snow falling harder and harder outside. Angrily, he thought that Cheng Chuanqin was only three years old, and he should never do anything else.After all, he was just an elder, and Cheng Chuanqin was indeed a likable junior.As for him, after all, he has actually done something to be sorry for the Cheng family...

"Hey..." The old man sighed, a little regretful, why did he do those things back then.

These days, he and Wen Yongxi have fought openly and covertly hundreds of times, and Wen Yongxi is clearly unable to do what he wants.There was only one Wen Zhishu left in the Wen family who didn't do anything all day long and only knew how to do nothing. He had a face, and Mr. Feng didn't regard that person as a descendant of the Wen family.

It won't be long before the Wen family is useless.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Chuanqin hugged Feng Lanran on the back of his feet, "What are you doing holding my feet?"

Feng Lan smiled, reached out and rubbed Cheng Chuanqin's face: "Your feet are cold, I'll cover them for you."

"Farewell, aren't you afraid of the cold?" Cheng Chuanqin wanted to take his feet back, but found that Feng Lanran was hugging him tightly, "let go."

"Your bones are not good." Feng Lanran hummed, "I'll cover you more."

"My health has improved a lot these days. Look, I can lift a bucket now." Cheng Chuanqin was about to touch the bucket, and he paused for a moment before he felt his throat a little itchy. Coughed twice.

He couldn't hold back the cough, and a mouthful of blood spewed out directly onto Feng Lanran's face.

Both of them were stunned. Cheng Chuanqin covered his mouth with his hand, but the blood still flowed out from his mouth and seeped from between his fingers.

"Cheng..." Feng Lanran's lips trembled, her eyes turned red, and she could only see Cheng Chuanqin's bleeding lips, "Cheng Chuanqin..."

"No..." Cheng Chuanqin originally wanted to comfort Feng Lanran, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out again.

Feng Lanran immediately let go of Cheng Chuanqin's feet and reached out to hug Cheng Chuanqin. When she lowered her head, she found that Cheng Chuanqin's chest seemed to have turned red, and her clothes were soaked in blood.He was stunned for a moment, then untied Cheng Chuanqin's belt with trembling hands, only to find that Cheng Chuanqin's chest was split open, and he could even see the bright red heart inside.

"It hurts..." Cheng Chuanqin frowned, "Feng Lanran...help me."

"Save you, okay, I'll save you..." Feng Lanran panicked, tied up Cheng Chuanqin's clothes, hugged Cheng Chuanqin, and the first thing that came to mind was Mrs. Feng.

"Don't be afraid, Cheng Chuanqin, you won't die, you will live a long, long time." Feng Lanran comforted Cheng Chuanqin while running...or, comforted himself.

No, didn't you say that there are still three years left?It's only been over a month, no... Cheng Chuanqin won't die.

Feng Lanran has been hypnotizing herself, running on the street under the heavy snow, the people who saw it only saw Feng Lanran and Cheng Chuanqin who were covered in blood, they couldn't see anything.

"Cheng Chuanqin!" Feng Lanran kept calling Cheng Chuanqin's name, he was afraid that Cheng Chuanqin would suddenly fall asleep by himself and did not tell him.

He hasn't done anything with Cheng Chuanqin yet, he can't let Cheng Chuanqin die without knowing why.

I will save you!