son sick

Lian Meng was shocked.

He remembered the matter of the poison entering the viscera mentioned in the mausoleum's fuze, and his face turned cold.

The people sitting idle in the teahouse didn't seem to understand, and started talking about it.

"What do you mean by that? Does it mean that Qi Nian is dead?"

"That's not right... If the Qi family dies, son, then the owner of the villa will not hold a big funeral?"

"Yeah, it's been up and down, and no one has ever heard of it."

The storyteller still looked at everyone with an inscrutable expression on his face.

He closed his fan and waited quietly. After the din in the teahouse subsided, he continued to speak with empty eyes: "Of course not many people know about this. I only heard about it after looking for some sources. "

"So... Then Young Master Qi is really already..."

"That's not true." The storyteller continued to speak seriously, "It is said that it is because the old genius doctor has a weird temper. He doesn't want to pray for his family's gold and silver mountains, but wants to kowtow to him for a hundred times before asking for pulse."

"Who is the Qi family? How could he let the old rogue who had half of his body buried in the ground be buried. So when Qi Nian got angry, he sent a whole team of masters to kill everyone in the apricot forest. In the end, he was still angry and set a big fire, which burned all the corpses. The fire burned the sky red and red, and for three days and three nights, everything was burned."

The people in the audience were stunned for a moment, and then the storyteller continued to say: "But Mo He didn't let him fish and meat. He took advantage of the unpreparedness of praying for the new year, and cast a spell on the eldest son that the Dao must die. It is in the Taoist temple. I don’t know where he got those things that Taoist priests in Maoshan used to attract ghosts... Anyway, the life of Young Master Qi will be difficult in the future. At least, he will be haunted by ghosts, and at worst, he may be a ghost Died on the street."

This man is indeed talking nonsense.

Lian Meng glared at him, and finally decided to give him some flair for himself.

So, he picked up a small bean from the table, threw it at him from the table, and hit the mustache's pit.

The person on the stage suddenly covered his calf, yelled something loudly, and then fell straight to the ground.

A few handymen helped him up, but today the story couldn't be told anymore.

As a result, the spectators left the teahouse one after another, and even Meng wanted to leave, but found that the monk sitting opposite him suddenly disappeared.

He was still sitting there just now, how could he suddenly disappear in the blink of an eye?

Lian Meng was a little strange, he stood up and looked around for a while, at this moment, the voice of the storyteller suddenly came from nearby.

"Hey, can this young man give me a hand, my leg is really numb."

Lian Meng glanced at him impatiently, and was about to pretend he didn't hear it, when the person behind him said again: "Why, isn't my story not good? You don't even want to turn around to look at me." ?”

"..." Lian Meng didn't want to talk to him at first, but when the man mentioned Cai's story, he turned his head angrily, "Your story is wonderful, but it doesn't sound like it's true."

"Not real?" The storyteller's face was startled, and then he laughed, "That's not true. Because they are all fake at all."

Seeing his shameless appearance, Lian Meng was even more furious. He took a deep breath calmly and was about to leave when he heard the man say from behind him: "I actually made up those stories with good intentions." .”

"Good intentions?" Hearing these two words, Lian Meng couldn't hold back at all, "You make up nonsense and ruin people's reputation, and you still think you are very righteous?"

Seeing Lian Meng's anger, the expression on the storyteller's face suddenly became playful.However, abnormally, he didn't pursue the question further, instead he said with interest: "Since the young man is so elegant, why don't I tell you another story."

"I'm not interested." Lian Meng said angrily.

The storyteller didn't force him, just smiled lightly, then sat down on the stool next to him and continued rubbing his calf.

At this time, the little brother who was cleaning the table beside him spoke up: "Mr. Zhang must want to tell you the story of the dumb little brother! That thing is actually true!"

"Brother dumb?"

"Yes, my shopkeeper said that he had seen that person before, and he was very handsome. It's a pity that he can't speak, and his mind is not normal."

Lian Meng was a little familiar with this description, but he didn't think of the reason for a while.

"The old miracle doctor mentioned in Mr. Zhang's story earlier is said to be not a good person. That little brother went crazy after he came out of his forest."

"He has also been to the Xingshu Forest?"

"That's right, he also had those silk ribbons tied around the branches of the apricot tree in his arms. But then, not long after, he left, apparently heading east."

"East?"

Lian Meng remembered that the blind old man had mentioned before that after Baizang left the apricot forest, he also headed east.

Could it be that he was the person the little brother was talking about?

"Yes, to the east. It is said that there is a sect there, maybe they went to seek refuge with relatives."

The only sect to the east is the Lian Yin sect.Did Baizang really go there?

However, the second brother mentioned that he was speechless...

Lian Meng suddenly trembled all over.

Could it be that the dumb seven he had seen in the door before was Bai Zang?

"Hey, are you interested again now?" The storyteller next to him said sarcastic remarks, Lian Meng gave him a glare, then walked away angrily with the medicinal materials he bought.

But along the way, even Meng Du was always restless.

He repeatedly recalled what the younger brother said, but the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

Speaking of which, he did have a relationship with that dumb seven in the door before.

The man gave him a steamed bun during his night punishment, and Lian Meng had a good impression of him.But after that, the man lost his footing and fell down the hillside because of the slippery road due to the heavy rain, and died.

In order to repay the "drip of water", Lian Meng made a special trip to sit in front of his grave on the first seven days of his life, as a way of seeing him off.

In addition, all he knew about Ya Qi was from his fellow doormen.Therefore, he couldn't tell whether that person was related to the person named Bai Zang.

However, he still vaguely remembered that when he knelt by the door that night, he had heard that person speak.

So Dumb Seven was not born deaf and dumb, and he didn't suffer any trauma. He didn't speak, but he didn't want to speak.

Lian Meng recalled that he had looked at the man's face in the moonlight at that time, although there was a lot of dirt on it, and he couldn't distinguish the facial features, but he always remembered those beautiful, bright eyes.

The man's pupils were an extremely deep dark brown, and his right eye was also different from ordinary people, with one eye and two pupils inside, which seemed to have two pupils.

Lian Meng had never seen anyone with such eyes, thinking, it must be extremely rare.

After a while, he had already reached the door of the hut.

Another carrier pigeon stood in front of the door, as if it had stopped for a while.

Lian Meng put the medicinal materials in front of the door, stepped forward to hold the pigeon's wings, and took the little letter from its feet.

But what he didn't expect was that this time it was not Ling Yin's letter, but his good junior Lian Qingren who wrote the letter.

The boy said that he had already gone back to the door first, so that Lian Meng didn't have to worry.Then he said that he had already reported what he saw along the way to the sect master, and Lian Yin sect would send someone to meet him later.

The letter said a lot, but it never mentioned what happened to him in the apricot forest.

But they can discuss those things after meeting. Lian Meng didn't care anymore when he saw that he was safe now.

But just as he was about to put the letter away, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Lian Meng rarely had the chance to see Lian Qingren's handwriting.They spend most of their time mingling together, seeing each other without looking up and down, so they don't need to write books or letters.

Seeing his junior brother's handwriting for the first time made him inexplicably startled.

Lian Meng was terrified, he subconsciously took out the letter that the blind old man left for him, said it was a letter left by Junior Brother Qingyang, then opened it, and compared it...

The handwriting of the two letters turned out to be exactly the same.

"This..." Lian Meng was startled, and staggered back a few steps.

At this time, there was another creaking sound from behind, as if Qi Nian opened the door to pick him up.

"Why, are you outside the door again?"

"..." Lian Meng was a little flustered. He put the two letters into his waist together, then picked up the medicinal materials on the ground, and rushed to meet them.

"What were you looking at just now?"

"It's nothing, my junior brother sent a letter saying that he is all right."

"That's good."

Qi Nian sat down on the stool while talking: "By the way, I left some rice in the room and made some porridge for you. Do you want to drink?"

"Porridge? Do you know how to cook porridge?" Lian Meng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the reclusive young master could cook porridge.

"Yeah, you used to like to drink porridge with me."

"..."

Again.

Lian Meng didn't speak, thinking that Master Qi must have fallen ill again.

In fact, they encountered many strange things along the way.But until now, even Meng has never taken Qi Nian's words seriously.It must be because, if you want to admit that what that person said is true, what happened now is too ridiculous.

Thinking about it, he shook his head, then turned around and went to the stove behind him to see what Qi Nian boiled out.

But before his hand touched the porcelain pot, he heard Qi Nian hurriedly shout "Be careful" behind him.

Then a warm hand directly covered his hand.

"It's hot and it will hurt."

"Um...really?" Lian Meng faltered in his heart, and replied falteringly.He felt a little blushing at the base of his ears, worried that Qi Nian would see it, so he still refused to look back.

"Well, the fire just stopped. If you touch it, you will definitely get burned."

"Then I'll wait a little longer."

Did Lian Meng turn his head yet? Qi Nian looked at him a little strangely, and then leaned towards him suddenly as if he understood something.

Sensing someone approaching behind him, Lian Meng's body froze.In the end, he couldn't pretend anymore, so he had to turn his head slowly.

Qi Nian was only a short distance away from him, and he could even see his long and thick eyelashes clearly.

"you……"

"Me?" The man responded with a smile.

"..." Lian Meng was too embarrassed to speak.

However, Qi Nian took advantage of the situation to hold his head and kissed it lightly.

The man's lips were warm and soft, and there was a little taste of herbs between his lips and teeth.

Lian Meng was a little intoxicated, so he slowly closed his eyes.

There was just one thing that he couldn't ignore.

Just as Qi Nian approached him, they were so close that they could see each other's pupils clearly.

And it was at that time that Lian Meng discovered that Qi Nian's right eye was the same as Dumb Seven, with one eye and two eyes.