Xuanmen Little Ancestor

Luo Qinglian is also very interested in burials recently, and immediately said after hearing the words: "I'll ask Brother Nine, it just so happens that we plan to take the youngest son to the Northwest."

Rong Xingchen did seem to be a symptom of losing his soul, and it belongs to the kind that is not too serious and will not affect the body. Luo Qinglian originally planned to take Rong Xingchen with Rong Jiuxiao to the place where the car accident happened before, to see Can you find some clues.

Luo Qinglian also tried to summon Rong Xingchen's soul, but she searched all over the country, tried all means, but still couldn't find a shadow. In this case, she could only go to the place where the accident happened to find out.

It just so happened that it was still Han's family, and everyone had time, so it wouldn't be a waste of time to go there.

Luo Qinglian asked, "Where is the northwest?"

Nanyan said: "The surrounding area is a quite closed village named Ningxian Village. However, it seems to be a tourist attraction. It's easy to find a place to stay. There are farmhouses in the area."

Luo Qinglian nodded, and said: "Okay, but I have to discuss it with my family, and I think I will take the youngest with me."

Nan Yan also heard Luo Qinglian mention Rong Xingchen's situation, so she nodded and said, "Let me know when you are sure."

Luo Qinglian chuckled, rubbed her fingers, and said, "Boss Nan, how does your friend get paid?"

Nan Yan smiled and said: "My friend doesn't give money, but gold ingots, and the settlement is made with gold. However, it is all given after the matter is completed."

Luo Qinglian immediately smiled, and said: "That's a good relationship, it seems that he has a mine at home, and gold is a hard currency, which is more valuable than money."

Although he hadn't finished his words yet, Luo Qinglian already had a group of gold ingots dancing tap dance together in front of Luo Qinglian's eyes, and each of them twisted their buttocks and said, "Choose me, choose me, choose me", he already has a plan in his heart.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Qinglian went to talk to Rong Jiuxiao about going to the tomb.

"Northwest Ningxian Village, I've really heard of it." Rong Jiuxiao felt quite surprised, and said: "Back then, the place where Chenchen had a car accident was near Ningxian Village."

When Luo Qinglian heard this, she was immediately moved and said: "It seems that this is a god-sent opportunity, maybe going this time, Chenchen's troubles will be solved."

Rong Jiuxiao thought about it for a while and said, "There are still four days before the New Year's Eve, and we will leave after the first day of the new year."

On New Year's Eve, the Rong family will gather in the old house, which is an annual rule.

Luo Qinglian nodded and said, "Then I'll reply to Boss Nan."

Rong Jiuxiao nodded and said: "Since you are going to the grave, you should prepare things early. Boss Nan is also an expert in this field. Ask him if he needs us to prepare anything."

After Luo Qinglian replied to Nan Yan, Nan Yan waved her hand and said that they don't need to prepare anything, everything has already been prepared.

………………

At night, Luo Qinglian was holding an ancient book, lying on the bed with her legs dangling, reading it carefully.

Ever since she was able to understand all the writings of the Dayi Dynasty, the first thing Luo Qinglian did was to carefully appreciate this amazing and legendary work written by "Da Yan Luo Guoshi", for fear of making mistakes. Even one word.

The ginseng doll also came over, sat on Luo Qinglian's shoulder, clicked tut tut three times, shook her head and said: "Luo Luo, your man said that it is better to read this book less, after all, it is an obscene and pornographic book. The little yellow book will pollute your pure heart—well, although you have never had anything to do with the word "purity."

Luo Qinglian was immediately unhappy, and said with a wrinkled face, "How do you say it? Do you know where my name comes from? The so-called" come out of the mud without staining, clean the ripples without being demonic" is talking about me. The name is obtained as a homonym."

The ginseng doll didn't expect Luo Qinglian's name to have such a noble origin, and she was shocked and said, "The person who named you is so educated."

Luo Qinglian nodded proudly: "That's right, the person who named me must be the number one cultural person in the world, he must be the patriarch of the name-naming world!"

The ginseng boy felt a little sour in his heart. He knew that he was a ginseng from the moment he was conscious. Since he had only one ginseng on the mountain, he chose a random name. No one really thought of giving him a special name.

The ginseng doll squished her mouth and said, "You humans are really troublesome, and you have to name them to distinguish them. Our ginsengs don't have names, and we don't recognize them."

Luo Qinglian glanced at him, then turned a page of the ancient book, and said, "That's right, your ginseng is for eating, and under normal circumstances, you'd be picked up by a litter before you're mature, so there's no need to name it." .”

Ginseng Doll: "..."

This guy's mouth is not ordinary.

The ginseng doll pouted sullenly at Luo Qinglian, took a mobile phone and started looking for what Luo Qinglian said just now on the Internet.

After a while, Ginseng Baby pointed at the phone angrily, and said: "You are a bad old man, I believe you are a ghost, when you were born, even the three emperors and five emperors were still wearing diapers, you will also give yourself a face It's time to put gold on it!"

This guy doesn't have a single word of truth in his mouth!

Luo Qinglian didn't care much, and said, "I'm just being modest."

The ginseng doll snorted and said, "Are you still modest?"

Luo Qinglian nodded, pointed at "Ai Lian Shuo", and said: "Look, people of later generations wrote an autobiography for me just because they discovered my beauty. If you have time, you can read it carefully. By the way, gain insight into my personal qualities."

Ginseng Doll: "..."

The ginseng doll wanted to climb out of bed and return to her pit to calm down, but Luo Qinglian grabbed the belt on her bellyband.

"Come, come, let me explain to you the meaning of this article in detail, so that after you leave, someone will say that you are ignorant." Luo Qinglian was in high spirits, and the ginseng doll in his hand had nothing to love.

When Rong Jiuxiao pushed the door and entered, he saw the ginseng doll standing by the bed with its back facing the door, sobbing and stammering while sticking out its white and tender buttocks: "Yeah, you can watch it from a distance but not play with it Yan..."

Luo Qinglian sat next to her with her legs crossed, holding a book in her hand and flipping through the pages at will.

"What is this for?" Rong Jiuxiao asked.

Luo Qinglian glanced at the ginseng doll, and said, "I'm teaching baby ginseng to recite books. Recently, he feels that his knowledge reserves are insufficient, and he is afraid that he will not be able to keep up with the development of the times, so he wants to study hard and strive to improve himself."

The ginseng doll burst into tears, spread her legs and ran to Rong Jiuxiao's side, hugged his calf without letting go, and said, "Grievance, sadness, trembling and cold!"

Rong Jiuxiao picked up the ginseng doll casually and said, "Why, he didn't teach well?"

The ginseng baby complained while crying: "He insisted that this "Ai Lian Shuo" was a tribute to him, and asked me to recite this article. I only know a few words, and it is so difficult to memorize, I can't remember it!"

Rong Jiuxiao: "..."

The coffin board of the literary master surnamed Zhou was about to lose its hold, Luo Qinglian really dared to say that she would not be afraid to make the old man jump out from below and beat him up.

Luo Qinglian couldn't help touching her nose when she was accused.

He buckled the ancient book on the table, sighed, and said, "I originally thought that it would be possible for Shen Baobao to empathize with the scenery. To a person as pure and arrogant as a white lotus like me, he deserves these kind words." I can blurt it out, but I didn't expect it, I still underestimated my own strength too much."

Rong Jiuxiao said: "No, you have positioned yourself very accurately."

Luo Qinglian waved her hand, and said, "It's because I'm not high enough. I'm going to let Baby Shen read "Luo Shen Fu" carefully, and I have a bit of charm."

Rong Jiuxiao's tone was complicated: "It doesn't have to be."

He winked at the hard-working ginseng doll, got his own ginseng doll and immediately rushed towards the outside with a very high frequency on short legs, and brought a gust of wind along the way, blowing Luo Qing away with a "bang". The door of Lian's bedroom was closed.

Luo Qinglian laughed muffled.

Rong Jiuxiao walked over, knocked on his head, and said, "Don't bully ginseng essence all the time."

"I didn't bully him." Luo Qinglian said, "I was teasing him."

"The kind that makes you cry?" Rong Jiuxiao asked.

"Who knew he couldn't help teasing him so much." Luo Qinglian said, "I won't tease him next time, but I dare to sue him."

Rong Jiuxiao stared at him, pointed to the ancient book spread out on the table, and said, "Do you think your behavior - reading pornographic books in the bedroom alone for the first time is not worthy of prosecution?"

Luo Qinglian choked without paying attention, and coughed.

Rong Jiuxiao had put away that ancient book and put it in the study room before, saying that the book was too weird, and he might be sucked in again at some point, but Luo Qinglian still couldn't bear the thick Out of curiosity, while Rong Jiuxiao was taking a bath, he sneaked into the study and stole the book again.

Luo Qinglian couldn't stop laughing, and said: "I didn't expect that the brushwork of this Dayan Luo Guoshi is quite sharp, thanks to the writing thousands of years ago, if it is written today, it will be written Hurry up and go to jail."

It has to be said that this ancient book is endowed with a unique charm. Luo Qinglian flipped through the first story roughly, and was almost shocked by the incisive descriptions and the imaginative imagination that revealed the meaning of death everywhere.

When he saw the description in the article that the guy with the same name and surname was tied to the bed for seven days and seven nights and still bled like a river, he easily understood why Rong Jiuxiao didn't want to touch him when he entered the article, and why he didn't care about the pregnancy. The word childbirth is particularly sensitive.

What the hell—if he really did, the psychological shadow area would be comparable to the Pacific Ocean!

Rong Jiuxiao also smiled and said, "Don't laugh, come and comment."

Luo Qinglian blinked her eyes sincerely, and said: "Brother, seriously, can we stop turning over this account? Even if I wrote this book, it's just a random OOC obscenity that I wrote when I was young. Bring the pot now?"

Rong Jiuxiao glanced at him, picked up the book and turned to a certain page, and said, "Well, I think the writing is pretty good, just this paragraph, you read it, and even the colors are described in such detail."

Luo Qinglian's memory is not bad, just happened to read the chapter describing the first night, when Rong Jiuxiao talked about the color, he involuntarily lowered his head and glanced at his chest.

Then immediately looked up, pretending nothing happened.

Rong Jiuxiao naturally saw it, he chuckled, put the book aside, stared at Luo Qinglian, and said: "Baby, I really want to see, the content described in this book, and the color, after all Is it real."

Author's gossip: Thank you kusano for the melon (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～