"Don't listen to her!"

The old Taoist shouted, regardless of his own safety, he reached out to grab her soaring foot.

It was just that Aunt Wu's body was very dead at this time, a yin engulfed her and lifted her body up, so powerful that the old Taoist priest could not even catch her at all.

"Come and help!"

He yelled, and the Wu family father and son and others were relieved.

Wu Baoshan had just stood up holding his son, the next moment his wife pulled him, and the feet he stepped out instantly settled in place.

"Mother... Mother... I'm sorry, I still have my wife and children to guard..."

He quickly understood his wife's concerns and hugged the son in his arms.

But Wu Baocai glared resentfully at the stagnant brother in the darkness, staggered and stepped on the bones, and grabbed the other foot of Aunt Wu just like the old Taoist priest.

The father and son worked together, and the old Taoist priest and Song Changqing helped each other. Aunt Wu was stopped by the ‘lift’ figure.

"Wu Ni'er is dead! This is just an illusion created by a ghost!"

The old Taoist shouted loudly, but Aunt Wu only stretched her hand forward, calling her daughter's name in her mouth.

The two sides stood in a stalemate for a moment, and Aunt Wu's life grew stronger.

Just hearing a sound of ‘puff’, her body was dragged off by several people.

Before everyone was happy, they saw the spirit of "Aunt Wu" flying in the air, happily flying into the abyss black hole: "Ni'er..."

"mother!"

Upon seeing this scene, Wu Baocai seemed to realize something, and exclaimed in distress.

But this time, Aunt Wu's soul did not turn back because of her son's call.

Wu Ni'er died to save her, and for Aunt Wu, it was like being cut out of a big hole in her heart.

She was already ashamed for a long time, and the reason she reluctantly persisted was because she was resentful and wanted to avenge her daughter.

At this moment, in the illusion, she seemed to see her beloved daughter'rebirth', and couldn't wait to get out of the body, wanting to reunite with her daughter.

Aunt Wu's body fell down. After losing the nourishment of the soul, her body quickly decayed under the erosion of the surrounding yin, and instantly turned into black bones and collapsed in the bone mountain.

...

Aunt Wu’s situation is not unique. The oldest person with weak Yang Qi can't resist one after another under the sound of Meng Fanglan's soul evocation.

Even the old Taoist priest at this time was also recruited.

"Shen Lang... Shen Lang..."

He felt sad because of Aunt Wu's death, and when he was depressed, the voice calling for "Shen Lang" gradually changed when it reached his ears.

Meng Fanglan's cold and slimy voice, like a snake, turned into a faint, familiar girl's call:

"master……"

As soon as the voice sounded, a girl with a panic face stretched out her hand towards him at the end of the black hole of the abyss:

"help me……"

"Master...I'm your youth..."

The girl struggled, as if trying to break free from the shackles in the black abyss.

Meng Fanglan's harsh laughter sounded:

"It turned out to be a monster..."

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through the mind of the old Taoist priest.

The apprentice who suddenly changed his temperament, and the impenetrable cultivation realm, made the ghosts and gods afraid of shooting.

...

The old Taoist priest seemed to realize something, and suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, and drank from his mouth:

"Evergreen, you have to be careful of the influence of ghosts..."

"what?"

Song Changqing turned his head, the yin qi here was violent, and the skin on his face was rolled like ripples under the pressure of the powerful spirit.

But his eyes are clear and his feet are steady, as if he is not tempted by the ghost.

His trust in Song Qingxiao came from deep in his heart. No matter what happened to her, he would firmly trust him and never doubted it.

Therefore, the demons and demons here could not shake his heart, and the evil spirit of the dark abyss couldn't draw his soul away.

At this moment, the old Taoist's eyes were hot, and when facing the doubt in those eyes when the big apprentice turned his head, he felt a trace of shame and guilt in his heart, and he did not dare to look directly at him anymore.

"master!"

The outstretched hand of "Song Qingxiao" who crawled out of the dark abyss fell into a void. Seeing that the old Taoist priest was unmoved, the expression in his eyes turned into disappointment and anger, and finally turned into bitterness:

"Why don't you save me!"

The ghost image crawled out of the black hole and moved closer to the old Taoist priest at a very fast speed.

But what Song Qingxiao saw at this moment was different from that of the old Taoist priests and others.

The moment the abyss black hole expanded in her eyes, what she saw in front of her no longer had ghosts, but as the abyss summoned by the Nine Ghost Kings expanded, the darkness faded quickly, and her consciousness seemed to fall into another in an instant. In memories.

Meng Fanglan disappeared.

The catacombs, the countless seas of corpses and bones, and the ghostly cracks were all gone.

The sun pierced the dark clouds and dispelled all darkness.

A loud cry of a baby passed into Song Qingxiao's mind, making her stunned for a moment.

It wasn't until a long while later that she realized that she was making the cry.

She was kicking her legs, feeling pitifully weak.

The wind blowing on her made her feel cold and hungry.

"Master, there is a child crying." A clear child's voice rang, and in the footsteps of'dongdongdong', it seemed that two people were running over here:

"over there!"

"Which kids, why are they free to put them on the side of the road?" Some familiar male voices rang, with a bit of sternness and a bit of pity:

"The ground is very humid. I have been crying for a long time, I'm afraid that my throat will become hoarse."

Not long after, a pair of small hands stretched out and hugged her up in a very awkward manner, with a soft humming noise in his mouth:

"Oh oh oh... goodbye, don't cry..."

Song Qingxiao kicked his legs and saw a child's face faintly in his half-opened eyes.

He sounded like a boy, probably about seven or eight years old.

Maybe it was because he was young, and the man who came with him was afraid that he could not hold the child and landed on the ground, so he took over quickly:

"Maybe hungry."

The male voice hugged her and coaxed him twice, but when he saw that she was still crying, he couldn't help frowning.

This sound was really familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere, but no matter how Song Qingxiao recalled it, he couldn't remember it anymore.

Everything in the past seemed to be locked in the depths of memory. She was a little anxious, trying to remember who she was and why she appeared here, but she couldn't remember it anyway.

Coupled with being tired and hungry, she couldn't help crying louder.

"Oh, maybe it's a hard-failed child, and it's hard for parents to feed it."

The man sighed, stretched out his hand and tapped twice on Song Qingxiao's face:

"There is a village ahead. Let's go there first to see if we can ask for some rice cereal and ask who has lost the child."

"Master, I also want to hug..."

"Master, did children grow up so small?"

In the boy's endless words, the master and apprentice went to the village holding the newly picked baby.

The popularity of the man seems to be good, and I was fortunate to find a mother who had just given birth in the village.

A chubby woman who claimed to be Wu Shen took Song Qingxiao in her arms, washed and changed her baby clothes, and sighed:

"Which cruel parents are willing to throw such a girl by the side of the road?"

"If there is no Song Daochang passing by, I am afraid that I will cry for another half day, and I will lose my breath."

Her voice was hearty and seemed to be familiar. Song Qingxiao always felt that she had heard it somewhere, but no matter how she recalled it, she couldn't remember it anymore.

In a hurry, she kicked her legs and cried, and then listened to the woman with a smile:

"The little girl is hungry. My Nier was just born. You are fortune-telling and you have caught up."

After speaking, she untied her clothes and hugged Song Qingxiao to her chest:

"Eat it."

The sweet **** came out, and Song Qingxiao was dizzy with hunger. At this moment, she couldn't think about the cause and effect anymore. Even if she held the sex, she swallowed the food.

As she drank her **** and washed again, the feeling of warmth, comfort, and ease flooded into her heart, and she fell asleep without knowing it.

I only heard the conversation between the big and the small in the dimness:

"Master, do we want to raise a younger sister?"

"Let's find her family first..."

"But her family doesn't want her anymore." The child seemed a little reluctant to return the newly picked child. "Doesn't the master often say that good people do what they want and send the Buddha to the West?"

The man seemed to stare at him:

"Usually I ask you not to read, but now I'm talking differently!"

"Master, my sister is so pitiful, if she was sent back, would her parents throw her away again?"

The child was reprimanded by him, but still continued to speak:

"The master said that saving a life is better than building a seventh-level buddha. When you rescued her, it was already stained with cause and effect. There is a cloud in Taoism..."

The teacher and the disciple talked endlessly, maybe because the kid was getting a little impatient, the man finally said helplessly:

"Let's take a look first, will anyone adopt her..."

"Tao Fa? A Taoist person?"

Sleepy, Song Qingxiao heard this, and such a thought flashed in his mind.

But she was so sleepy that she couldn't hold it for long, so she yawned and went to sleep again.

When I woke up, I don't know how long it had been.

She was held in a warm embrace, not the soft embrace of the woman, but it gave her a very comfortable and safe feeling.

"...The Daoist alone brought two apprentices, and it's not easy to bring a little milk baby."

The woman who feeds her milk said:

"I just gave birth to Nier, and the family environment is decent, and my natal family often helps. I have a relationship with this child, so it's better to stay and let me raise it."

After saying this, Song Qingxiao became a little anxious, stretched out his hand, and firmly grasped the man who was holding him by the skirt of his shirt.

She didn't know why she acted like this, but she was instinctively unwilling to be adopted by others.

The man stretched out a hand and patted her lightly twice in a soothing manner.

A little boy's face leaned over, his sparse hair was in a bun, and when he saw her half-opened eyes, the face that was about to cry suddenly broke into a smile:

"Sister is awake."

"Master, Master, I want my sister..."

He also wanted to come and hug, but he seemed to be afraid that he would hurt Song Qingxiao, so he finally stretched out a hand cautiously and put it in front of her.

The child's face is immature, but she always feels like she has seen it somewhere.

Seeing him reaching out with a look of expectation, eagerness, and a little anxiousness, she let go of the hand that was holding the man's shirt tightly, and grabbed his fingers:

"Oh..."

She grinned, revealing her mouth full of gums, and immediately saw the little boy's eyes smile like a crescent moon:

"My sister smiled at me."

The man looked down at this scene, with a smile on his usually unsmiling face.

Hearing the woman still persuading, he said:

"No. I have calculated for her. She was hit by a catastrophe. This calamity is very serious. It was a hurdle before the age of 18."

He pondered for a moment:

"I have a relationship with her as a teacher and apprentice, and it happens that we also like Evergreen, so I will bring her back to Yunhu Mountain and teach her Taoism. In the future, I will find a way to break this fate for her."

"Oh, I have a younger sister! I have a younger sister!"

As soon as the boy heard this, he shouted with joy.

Having said that, even if the woman likes it again, she can't help it.

"My surname is Song, little girl, you are next to Evergreen, so you should be called Qingxiao."

"Young and young, young and young, but there will always be a time when you grow up and mature, and you will surely be born after a disaster. The future is not great! Ha ha ha..."

The gentle laughter of the man spread, and the moment Song Qingxiao heard her name, she burst into tears again.

After she was wrapped up by the man, she carried her back on his back~lightnovelpub.net~Under the starry night, the three masters and apprentices returned to Yunhu Mountain.

On Yunhu Mountain, the old Taoist clumsy cooked rice for her; Song Changqing often hugged her at night to coax her not to cry.

As time passed, she grew teeth, her hands and feet gradually became stronger, and she often wanted to walk on the ground.

The old Taoist bowed his back, took a sweat towel to pin her underarms, bent over and took small steps, accompanied her toddler.

She wanted to learn to speak. It was Song Changqing who held her in her arms and often taught her how to pronounce and how to call ‘senior brother’.

The child is an abandoned child. The birthday diary cannot be any day. The old Taoist will choose her birthday as her birthday, and on the day of her birthday, he will solemnly represent her to Yunhu The ancestors of the mountain offered incense to pray for blessings.

She is still young, and she is not used to kneeling like this.

The fleshy body was sitting cross-legged on the Pu Tuan. Seeing an old and two young people kneeling in the hall with solemn expressions, they couldn't help but want to bow like them.

But she was too leaning forward, and her limbs were weak and weak. When she bowed forward, the chubby body rolled like a ball to the ground.

"Damn!"

When the old Taoist saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He didn't even care about inserting a good incense into the furnace, and handed it to the second disciple beside him.

Before the little girl was crying loudly, she hugged her up in a hurry, and put her in her arms to coax:

"Did you fall somewhere?"

"Father...father...uuuu..."

The few rice-like teeth in her mouth just protruded her head, and the pain came next. On the contrary, under the anxious and worried comfort of the old Taoist priest, a feeling of grievance came to her heart.

"..."

In the quaint lobby filled with green smoke, the old Taoist was dumbfounded when she heard her calling himself "father" in a crisp voice.