Ninety-fourth bowl of soup (1)

Master, you old bastard!

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Qing Huan had left Zhong Xun's world, but she was still in a state of bewilderment until now. She was full of joy and joy, thinking what the disciples would say to herself, probably something, Master, where did you go? We miss you so much, Master, you’re so amazing. We will always adore you, Master, no matter where you are. I'll find you... and so on, but I never expected that the stuff that was passed down before death by those rascals, and was passed down as the most mysterious power of Meng Po's family, is just such a sentence.

Call her an old bastard!

Bastard is not enough, what does it mean to add an old word? ? ? ?

Qing Huan feels that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are hurting. The dead children depend on her. If she knows that she is going to leave, she must be savage and entangled. It is also an experience for her to leave without saying goodbye. Cultivators should have looked down on life. ? ? ?

Fortunately, these children are much cuter now. She disappeared after a few days of teaching them. Although they disappeared, because of the experience of being scolded by an old **** for the first time, Qinghuan chose to observe in secret. Not only was she not scolded this time. , Also praised by worship!

Everyone has their own way of living. Opportunities are something that can't be found. Destiny can't be changed, but it's also changeable, but it depends on the person himself. Most people have a mediocre life, changing their fate against the sky, which will only incur serious and serial consequences. So far, people who have been to Naihe Bridge have this in common.

Some people were able to reach Naihe, but eventually missed it; some people were destined to miss Naihe, but eventually set foot on the road of Huangquan.

Time is also fate.

Zhong Xun has a good saying that fate is in his own hands, because fate belongs to everyone.

I just hope that he can continue to live as an excellent policeman in the future. Qing Huan is not worried. Zhong Xun is not a fragile person. Having experienced something like that will only sharpen his temperament. Maybe he will have adventures in the future.

But most people, most people in the world, are still in the established destiny.

She got what she wanted from Zhong Xun, but Zhong Xun didn't know it.

Qing Huan looked at the light ball glowing with warm light in his palm, and was slightly surprised. This was an extra thing on Zhong Xun's body, which had been dormant in his soul, almost blending into one. It wasn't until Zhong Xun realized that the world was not as simple as he imagined that Qing Huan had a chance to separate. She was meditating, and suddenly noticed that a foreign object was approaching, and then she turned her palm to put away the light ball, and then she grabbed--

It's cold and light, it's a wandering soul.

She didn't want to care that these wandering spirits were newly dead people, wandering around the corpse, just waiting for the souls to lead them to reincarnation. But this one seems to be a bit wrong. It is obviously a newly dead person, so why is it like a living soul?

The living soul refers to the out-of-body soul, that is, the body is still alive, but the soul is gone. But the living soul in Qing Huan's hand has a dead aspect. These two contradictions, how is it possible?

She let go and asked the soul: "What's the matter with you?"

Shenghun looked blank. Qinghuan thought it was an ordinary wandering soul. Who knew it was floating on her body and let her grab it. After catching it, she realized that it was not a wandering soul but a living soul. This is strange, too. This soul has good luck, and only then met her.

It seems that I don't remember the events of his life.

There is no ghost in this world, Qing Huan thought for a while, took a handful of mud from her feet, and then took the water in the Wangchuan River out of thin air, temporarily squeezed a little clay figure to make her flesh, and beat her soul into it.

After the soul entered the clay figure, it seemed to have aura in an instant. "Where am I? You, who are you?"

"My name is Qinghuan, how about you? Why are you here?"

"I..." The clay figure frowned vividly, "I..." A lot of memories rushed into her mind, but it didn't hurt at all, because she was just a little clay figure now. Although this clay figure is very cute, it is only a clay figure, and it is only a tiny bit as big as Qing Huan's palm.

"Master..."

"Huh?" Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment. Could it be a sequelae of Zhong Xun's world? Is she now full of the light of the master, so that a soul wants to worship the teacher when she sees it?

"Master...Master...Master!" The clay figure cried with a stern voice, "Master...Master..."

...I guess it's not calling her. This tone and crying sound didn't seem to be calling for Master, but rather as calling for a lover.

"I was wrong. I don't dare to be self-willed anymore. Master, don't leave me, Master..." The clay figurine kept crying. Qing Huan was afraid that she would recruit the wolf soon, so she closed the surrounding space first. Not long after she arrived in this world, she encountered such a daredevil before she had time to find what she was looking for.

Reached out and touched the clay man's head, and comforted: "Don't cry anymore, what happened? What happened to your body?"

The clay figurine was soothed by this gentle tone, and said in a daze, "My body... is not mine..."

"Ok?"

It was already dark, and Qing Huan didn't mind sleeping in the wilderness, but didn't want the little clay figurine to cry anymore, really, crying so pitifully, and her ears hurt when she was crying. "You have to make it clear to me first, so I know how to help you." This man shouldn't be dead, but why he has a dead face? This is what makes Qinghuan puzzled.

No one would love her anymore, she thought she could only do this as a lonely ghost, no one could see, no one could hear, but on such a cold night, there was a pair of gentle hands She held it up, caring about what happened to her. But how can she tell her? That kind of memory, she hated to have to remember it, so she died thoroughly, and she could make herself have another beautiful dream.

She is an orphan and was abandoned in a mass grave since she was a child. A kind old beggar picked her up and brought her up.

The old beggar finds it difficult to beg for food by himself, and it is even more difficult to support her. He is getting old and can't rob other strong beggars. He can only ask for leftovers. It is because she is dead that he will survive.

The old beggar had never read a book and was illiterate, so he called her a girl, and the girl called him grandfather. The grandfather and grandchildren depended on each other until the winter when the girl was five years old.

They spent the night in a ruined temple, but when they woke up the next morning, no matter what the girl called, Grandpa ignored her. She doesn't know what death is, only knows that grandpa kept saying: "I'm dead, what can we girls do?"

What is death?

But grandpa stopped moving suddenly, he didn't care how she cried. It didn't happen before. When she cried before, grandpa came to coax her with distress. The girl was crying and crying. In the cold winter night, her voice became hoarse. The snow was flying and the cold wind was howling. No one knew that a little girl had lost her only relative in the ruined temple.

But at this moment, a carriage came. In the ice and snow, the white carriage came down like a **** and stopped in front of the ruined temple.

Although the girl is five years old, she is so thin and skinny because she can't get enough to eat. She is so small. The girl is very obedient and filial. In fact, a few months ago, my grandfather was very weak. Sometimes she would have to sleep for several days when she slept. The girl went out to beg for food every day, trying to find herbs to treat her. Tell stories, but grandpa doesn’t count.

She was sitting beside her grandfather's body and crying loudly, the ruined temple was mixed with the roaring cold wind, and her little arm exposed outside the tattered jacket was bruised and swollen with cold.

Then, someone walked in.

That was the first time the girl saw the master.

He is like a fairy, clean, beautiful, and gentle.

He didn't care about the dirt on her body, he only bent over and picked her up, took the grass off her head, looked at the dead old man on the ground pityingly, and said to the young man who was following: "Buy the old man. "

Then asked the girl: "Although your grandfather is gone, but I will be with you in the future, would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

The girl didn't know what a master was, she looked at her grandpa eagerly and kept crying. The master still coaxed her gently and carried her into the carriage. It’s so warm in the carriage, and there are so many delicious foods. It took the master several kerchiefs to clean her dirty hands and pick up a piece of soft cake. The girl was very hungry, after hesitating for a few seconds, she hugged the soft cake and started to chew.

This was the first time she had eaten enough in years. Grandpa always left her food. She was worried about grandpa and gave it to grandpa. As a result, both grandpa and grandpa could not eat enough.

The master took her to a beautiful and beautiful place. It was not the icy and snowy ground outside, but there were many delicate flowers in full bloom, butterflies flying all over the sky, and the fragrance was permeating. The master hugged her into a big house. A person sitting in a chair saw her and asked, "Is that her? Did you find it?"

The master gave a hum.

After a long, long time, the girl knew what that sentence meant.

She grew up carefree next to Master. Master treated her very well. He taught her to read and write, play piano and draw pictures, play chess and make poems, and changed her name to Taotao.

In Tao Tao's heart, Master is the most powerful person in the world. He knows everything. He is so gentle and kind to her. She really wants to be with Master forever!

She likes Master, very, very much. If possible, she wants to never marry and stay with Master.

It would be great if it can continue like this.

But why let her know the unbearable truth?

There is a painting in Master’s study, which is never opened by anyone.

Master has a set of faded clothes, and never wears it, and never touches it.

The master can play a good flute, but he never teaches Taotao, nor does he play it to her.

The master is always thoughtful.

Master always plays the flute alone in a bamboo forest.

The master always looks into the distance.

The girl Taotao didn't understand what that meant, she was like a moth fighting a fire, burning her body desperately.