Quick Time Travel: My 72 Girlfriend

Bamboo leaves withered and fell one by one, and fell on the black soil, bringing the chill of winter.

Under such circumstances, the cherry blossoms were still in full bloom.

"It is said that every blooming cherry tree is watered by the blood of a samurai, and the buried under its roots are all bones."

Caressing the coquettishly blooming cherry tree, the woman in plain white dress turned her head and smiled softly and shyly at her, and said softly, "Just now, thank you for your help, sir."

Qian Moyang leaned back against a tree, looked sideways at the white snow accumulated on another tree, his eyes never blinked, and did not respond to her gratitude.

The cherry blossoms are still blooming like a dream, with colors ranging from light to dark, ranging from pink to fiery red. The petals are growing on the branches, like the blood shed on the battlefield, drop by drop, containing the longing and sorrow for the family.

The sky settled down, and the imperial residence was quiet at the moment, the wind blew across the palace, rustling, Xiao Ji stroked her arm, and looked at the people in the distance silently.

"Since your lord didn't leave directly just now, can you talk to me?"

Her thin body shivered in the cold wind, and her clear appearance also added a little bit of tenderness in the cold, maybe because she was wearing white clothes today, or maybe because it was getting late, Qian Mo turned around , gazed at her for a long time, and nodded under her expectant gaze.

Hu Xian's voice echoed in the huge imperial residence, Qian Moyang closed his eyes, and while listening to her performance, he gently clasped the tree trunk behind him with his fingers as bright as bamboo joints, in harmony with it.

The geese screamed in mourning, and the deer lost its voice.

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"Since you know how to play Hu Xian, you should be the one who played the strings just now, so hasn't that ghost ever entangled you?"

The clanking music came to an abrupt end because of this sentence. Xiao Ji raised her head and met Qian Mo Yang Bingshuang's hidden eyes. She looked at her, her eyes drooping slightly, and she nodded silently.

"Yes."

Qian Moyang stopped talking, and continued to turn his gaze to the white snow in the crown of the tree.

"Although Mr. Beiteng is a ghost, he is a good man. The first time Xiao Ji saw him was under this cherry blossom tree." After a pause, she continued, "I don't know why Mr. Beiteng To wander around in this imperial residence, even though he did not shy away from showing me his dead appearance, Xiao Ji still felt that he must have been a good person during his lifetime, and even after his death, he would be a good ghost."

He would let the cherry blossoms dance when she was lonely, he would always talk with her, and he would quietly listen to her playing the strings. How could such a gentle person be a bad person?

"Then Qian Moyang is a bad guy."

Xiao Ji, who was about to continue talking, was taken aback when she heard the words, not knowing what she meant.

"Since Bei Teng Qiji is a good person, isn't Qian Moyang who killed him a heinous crime?" Turning slightly sideways, Qian Moyang looked at Xiao Ji who suddenly blushed from embarrassment, shook her head and smiled, and turned her gaze to On the coquettishly blooming cherry tree, I don't want to entangle with her on this issue. "Cherry blossoms have always been a symbol of the sacrifice of warriors. You speak of Kitou Keiji as a good man. Since his soul resides here, he must be nostalgic for his status as a warrior, or for his flowery beauty."

"Speaking of it, adults may not believe it. Mr. Beito is not a samurai, and he also has no family and favorite people, but Xiao Ji once said that the reason why he became a ghost is because he has obsessions in his heart." , he can't worry about his sister."

Qian Moyang's breath was stagnant, and he turned his head stiffly to look at Xiao Ji's angry expression, "Kiteng Qiji's younger sister, does he know who it is?"

"I don't know." Even though she knew that he no longer existed in this world, Xiao Ji still felt sad for him when she thought of his expression every time she mentioned her sister, "Mr. Kiteng is not a direct descendant of their family, I only know him His younger sister was very kind to him, and his surname was inherited from his mother. Apart from that, he never said anything else. But after a hundred years of life, even his younger sister should have been turned into a pile of loess long ago, no Come back to life in this world."

"Even so?" Qian Moyang was distracted, but still caught the grammatical flaw in her words, her eyes were full of surprise, "What special identity does his sister have?"

"This is the question when my lord asked Xiao Ji just now, but Xiao Ji asked my lord to accompany Xiao Ji to come here first." Blinking her eyes, she looked at Qian Moyang's cold appearance, knowing that she was boring herself, Xiao Ji was disappointed Lowering her head, she said, "Because Mr. Bei Teng said that his younger sister is a spiritual master and will not pass away easily. After hearing his words, Xiao Ji became interested in spiritual masters, so she knew your name and surname. Xiao Ji just wanted to see what a Spirit Eliminator looks like, so she begged Mr. Bei Teng to pretend to be an evil spirit, but she didn't expect that it would harm him."

Having said that, she blamed herself, bowed her head and wept silently.

When Kito Qiji borrowed her body to fight Qian Moyang, she was in a coma, so she didn't know what grudge Kito Qiji's so-called family had with Qian Mo's family.

However, Qian Moyang collapsed instantly when she said that Kiteng Qiji's younger sister was a spiritual master.

Except for a psychic, one can only be born in hundreds of years. Her Qianmo family has such abilities because of her ancestors who cast spells against the sky, but not everyone in the family is qualified for this official job. Cang Yushuoxi is just an ordinary person with a little spirituality.

Yes, Cang Yushuoxi.

At the thought of this name, Qian Moyang felt his heart tear and he couldn't breathe.

Cang Yu, Cang Yu, the outstanding spiritual master Bei Teng Qizhi recorded in the history of Qianmo Clan is the illegitimate son of the patriarch of that family.

Seeing Qian Moyang enter the imperial residence, Feng Mingchuan withdrew his sinister eyes, and rode home full of thoughts.

The horse had just been taken away by the servants, and before he had time to change the riding clothes he was wearing, from a distance, Feng Mingchuan saw a faltering old man walking towards him slowly, being supported by several servants, Feng Mingchuan Ming Chuan threw the whip in his hand to the attendants at the side, and hurried up to greet him, asking An, "Sir, why did you come out? You are not in good health, you should go into the house to rest."

"Young Master Xie cares about it. How can an old man care about this? It's Gouzi. Didn't Gouzi come back with you?"

Feng Mingchuan didn't know how to tell him that his son was inexplicably dug out by Qian Moyang. He originally wanted to sleep and gather his thoughts before telling him politely tomorrow. Now that he asked him so suddenly, it was even more embarrassing. I didn't know how to answer, so I had to stammer, "He, he..."

"Young master, tell the old man the truth, is the dog not coming back?" The old man looked sad, grabbed a sleeve of Feng Mingchuan, and asked tightly.

For this old man, Feng Mingchuan didn't like it very much at first, and his love for beauty has reached the point of insatiable greed. He said that he wanted a son. Dislike other people's uncleanness, kill the mother and keep the child, cold-blooded to the extreme.If his father hadn't cherished his talent, and he feared his father so much that he respectfully called him "Sir", just based on the way he talks to him now, he, Feng Mingchuan, would have singled him out.

This time to welcome Qian Moyang to the capital, if he hadn't been in a hurry to let his son do meritorious service, how could his son have died?

Pulling back his sleeves, Feng Mingchuan was quite impatient, but because he felt a little guilty for killing his son, he said slowly, "Mr. Xiao accompanied Chuan to Qianmo's house to welcome Mr. Guanghua for treatment. Be careful to bump into Mr. Guanghua, so..."

"There's no reason for that! The Qianmo family deceived people too much!" Before he could finish speaking, the old man's eyes burst into flames, and he hammered his chest in grief, "My son, father will definitely avenge you, and won't let you die in vain!"

Feng Mingchuan was indifferently listening to him wailing there, but after hearing what he said, he had a flash of inspiration, as if he had heard his father mention that he was proficient in witchcraft. After digging out people's hearts in front of me, I gradually believed in it, so I asked tentatively, "Sir, do you have a good plan to deal with Qian Moyang? I heard that he can use spiritual skills, because this time the Imperial Palace is haunted by ghosts." , the king will let me invite him over."

"What kind of spiritual art! It's just a woman who feeds on women!" The old man was sad at the moment, and when he heard Feng Mingchuan vaguely praised Qian Moyang in front of him, he said angrily, "Since the old man received the salary of the son's father at the son's house, he must I will do my best to help the son's family to cut down the Qianmo family, how can the son grow other people's ambition instead!"

Do you also know that you take my family's salary?Why don't you say these words when you drink flowers and wine and have fun every day?

Although he didn't take his words to heart, Feng Mingchuan still sensitively caught a few words, "Rely on a woman?"

"Young master, don't you know that the spiritual arts that the Qianmo family boasted outside are actually maintained by a woman?"

Thinking about seeing Cang Yushuoxi's appearance that day, Feng Mingchuan's throat moved, he rubbed his hands, coughed, and said, "That woman, doesn't she, looks very..."

"Although the old man has never seen it, according to rumors, it is a disaster that can confuse people." Hearing his question, the old man put aside his grief for the time being and gave him a rather appreciative glance, and murmured slightly, "That woman is said to be from Qianmo's family. God, the spiritual power is very powerful, Qianmo's family has passed down so many generations, and all generations have spiritual power, so it has nothing to do with her."

"Shikigami? But aren't all shikigami invisible? The other day I..." Mentioning this, Feng Mingchuan remembered the scene of Qian Moyang holding her in his arms that day, and felt a stab in his heart. Changed his words, "Then dare to ask, sir, if we want to eliminate the Qianmo family, should we start with that shikigami?"

"That's not true." Shaking his head, the old man stroked his mustache on his upper lip, looked at Feng Mingchuan's anxious look, and smiled slightly, "Young Master, just watch how this old man brought down Qianmo's family." , before that, the old man wants you to investigate something."

Feng Mingchuan frowned, seeing the confident attitude of the old man, hesitated for a moment, thought about it and agreed, "What's the matter?"

"I hope you can find out how the Cangyu family, one of the three major families, was exterminated hundreds of years ago."