"By the way, you should leave here early tomorrow morning. The things here are not something you can participate in now. Aunt Shuang doesn't want to involve you." Wu Ningshuang looked at Ling Chen seriously.
"Is it dangerous?" Chen Qing was stunned and asked worriedly.
"It's not dangerous, but it's troublesome." Wu Ningshuang smiled softly and reached out to pat Chen Chen's shoulder.
Of course Ling Chen didn't believe this. If Wu Ningshuang wasn't in danger, she wouldn't have told him to leave early tomorrow morning. As the person who cared about him the most besides the old monk Wude, Ling Chen was still a little worried about something happening to Wu Ningshuang.
"Okay, kid, don't look at me like that. Your parents didn't even know where they were when I was wandering the world. Just take care of yourself." Wu Ningshuang raised her hand and patted Chen Chen's forehead.
At this moment, Wu Ningshuang suddenly froze and looked at Qing Chen carefully.
"Eh? Boy Chen Ling, the flame between your eyebrows... seems to be a little heavier?" Wu Ningshuang asked with a puzzled look on her face.
When I heard this in the early morning, I subconsciously touched the karma fire between my eyebrows. Is the color heavier? Logically speaking, the inner demons are dead, so the color should become lighter.
"It's okay, Aunt Shuang, it's just a tattoo, nothing special." Chen Chen comforted Wu Ningshuang with a smile.
Wu Ningshuang's beautiful eyes narrowed and she didn't say anything. She just said how she could deceive an old fox who had lived for almost two hundred years with her early morning skills.
But again, everyone has some little secrets to some extent. Wu Ningshuang didn't want to expose Chen Chen's "lies". She knew that Chen Chen also didn't want her to worry.
Wu Ningshuang still has a good impression of this little monk who she almost grew up watching, although at first it was for the master who was in the happy realm in the early morning.
But she had read every letter she had written to Ren Hongluan in the early morning, and she gradually changed her view of the early morning, from a valuable tool to a real junior.
This was also the reason why she was worried today and came here in person. She was worried that something would really happen in the early morning and she would lose such a junior and son-in-law.
"Okay, since you're fine, let's leave first. Your uncle Ren has to revive him. After all, he is also the leader of a sect. It's not good to disappear for too long." Wu Ningshuang stood up and said.
"Okay, Aunt Shuang, please walk slowly and be careful on the road." Chen Ling bowed and saluted.
"Hahaha, okay." Wu Ningshuang looked at Chen Chen and smiled, then regardless of Ren Hongluan's struggle, she directly dragged Ren Hongluan into a stream of light and disappeared into the room, leaving only the shaking window.
"Huh...I'm alone again." Chen Chen exhaled, looked around and smiled.
"It's good, at least it's relaxing, isn't it?" Ling Chen muttered in a low voice, turned around and lay down on the bed.
Ren Hongluan's warmth and smell were still on the bed, making Qing Chen involuntarily smile.
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Early the next morning, I opened my eyes, got out of bed and stretched, but as soon as I reached half way, I was startled by a figure in the middle of the room.
I rubbed my eyes in the early hours of the morning, and when I took a closer look, I realized it was an acquaintance, and I felt relieved.
"Mr. Liu!? What are you doing this early in the morning?" Ling Chen asked with some confusion.
When Liu Yuanshan heard the sound, he felt resentment over his body. In the early morning, he was shocked to find that Liu Yuanshan's right eye socket was black and blue.
"Pfft~ Mr. Liu, what are you doing?" Qing Chen asked, suppressing a smile.
"You can laugh if you want. I asked the saint to beat me last night." Liu Yuanshan said a little aggrievedly.
"Hongluan hit him? Why?" Ling Chen couldn't help but be stunned. He remembered that Ren Hongluan was quite well-behaved and didn't seem to have a character that would hit people at will.
Fortunately, Liu Yuanshan didn't know what Chen Chen was thinking, otherwise he would have vomited in Chen Chen's face.
Ren Hongluan is good! ?
Which stroke of this character can match Ren Hongluan? If his wife hadn't stopped him last night, he wouldn't have just had black eyes, and his life might have been lost!
"Sigh... Isn't this because you, old man, said that I reported the matter too seriously and made the Holy Lady worried, so that's why I got beaten." Liu Yuanshan said quietly.
How dare he tell the truth? Could it be possible to tell Ling Chen that Ren Hongluan was angry and took out her anger on him just because his wife forcibly took her away?
If he said this, let alone what kind of reaction he would have in the early hours of the morning. If he leaked something in the early hours of the morning and the saint found out about it, then there might not be a lady to help him stop him next time.
Therefore, Liu Yuanshan could only come up with a fairly reliable excuse and pass it off in the early morning. Anyway, he was leaving early this morning.
"Uh..." Ling Chen really didn't know how to comfort Liu Yuanshan. He was even too embarrassed to pursue the matter of Liu Yuanshan's snitch. He could only raise his hand and pat Liu Yuanshan's shoulder to express comfort.
"It's okay. It's my fault for not reporting clearly this time. It's not the saint's fault. Let's go. I'll take you out of the house." Liu Yuanshan waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Liu." Chen Chen said with cupped hands.
In the early hours of the morning, he turned around and hung the wine gourd on his waist, so that his "salute" was completed.
As soon as he went out, he saw Chongming biting a big red centipede as thick as two fingers in the middle of the yard. Suddenly seeing such a big centipede, he was shocked in the morning.
"This is a thirty-year-old red-blooded centipede. It is the favorite of the Chongming clan, but it is just a snack. One that is under a hundred years old has no effect on one's own growth." Liu Yuanshan explained quickly when he saw this.
"Is this expensive?" Ling Chen asked.
"It's not expensive at all. This thirty-year-old one costs just over six hundred taels of silver, but the older it gets, the more they like it." Liu Yuanshan said nonchalantly.
I was speechless in the early hours of the morning. He really belongs to Gu Linghai, whose family has a big business. He gave him more than 600 taels of silver as snacks as soon as he asked for it. He had not spent the six hundred taels of silver since he had been down the mountain...
"How much does a hundred-year-old red-blooded centipede cost?" Chen Chen still asked curiously.
"A hundred years? That's not something I can know, but it must be something with a price but no market. If necessary, you can tell the saint, there will definitely be some in the warehouse of the Bone Spirit Sea." Liu Yuanshan said with a smile.
"..." Ling Chen helplessly raised his hand to his forehead. Not to mention whether there was any problem with Bone Spirit Sea, even if it did, he would be too embarrassed to ask for it in vain.
Before they got married, he started instigating his daughter-in-law to move into the father-in-law's family's property. I'm afraid Ren Chang'an wouldn't be able to spare him if he knew about it, right?
Not far away, Chongming, who was "chewing slowly", saw Chen Chen coming out. He screamed in surprise, swallowed up the remaining half of the red blood centipede in two mouthfuls, and jumped towards Chen Chen.
In the early hours of the morning, I bent down and lifted Chongming up on my shoulders. I looked carefully and found that the missing part of Chongming's feathers had already grown down. I think Chongming will recover soon.
"Chongming, we have the same disease. We are both sick." Ling Chen smiled and wiped the beak of the bird with a handkerchief for Chongming.
"Hey! Throw it away!" Liu Yuanshan slapped the handkerchief away with quick eyes and hands.
As soon as the handkerchief hit the ground, a puff of white smoke came out, and the handkerchief corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hey, little ancestor, the blood of the red-blooded centipede is highly corrosive. Don't you want it anymore?" Liu Yuanshan broke into a cold sweat.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand, little monk, I've made Mr. Liu worry about it." Ling Chen quickly bowed and saluted. He is not afraid of poison, but that doesn't mean he can 100% resist the corrosiveness.
"You have to be more careful. From now on, try not to touch the food Chongming eats and let it handle it by itself, you know?" Liu Yuanshan said angrily, his tone even stronger.
"I understand, thank you Mr. Liu for your advice." Chen Ling accepted Liu Yuanshan's teaching humbly. After all, this matter was also his fault.
