After a while, Fan Xingjia saw a wisp of green smoke rising, and knew that the girl was starting to burn sacrifices, so he got up and went to pick her up. On the way back, he noticed that the empty bamboo basket the girl was carrying seemed to have some weight, and wondered: "What else does Zhao Zhao put in the bamboo basket?"
Cai Zhao whispered: "I dug some flowering tree seedlings and wanted to take them back to the sect to plant. It can be regarded as thinking about Chang Daxia. They are so heavy because the roots are connected to some soil."
My junior sister has always had a sense of interest in life. She not only pays attention to food and clothing, but also to housing and transportation. She had not lived in Qingjingzhai for long, and she had two maids arrange it carefully. Fan Xing's family did not doubt that he was there, and happily rode back.
It was already dark when they returned to Taichu Temple. Li Wenxun nodded with satisfaction when he saw that they had returned safely and without any trouble.
Cai Zhao advised softly: "Uncle Li, all the brothers and sisters are also tired. You don't have to let so many people guard outside my house. As long as you keep a close watch on the dungeon, what else can I do?"
Li Wenxun saw that the girl looked sad and depressed, as if she had accepted her fate. Thinking about it again, her words made sense. As long as he guarded Mu Qingyan, he could not only prevent Cai Zhao from doing wrong things, but also prevent the Demon Cult from coming to save people.
So he withdrew the disciples outside Cai Zhao's house and sent all his men to guard the dungeon. Before leaving, he told Fan Xing's family to keep an eye on Cai Zhao.
After running around for a long time, Fan Xing's family was very tired. After washing up for a while, they slept on the recliner in the outside room.
Sleeping until midnight, a faint light seemed to shine on his pillow. He heard someone turning over his baggage, turned around in a daze, and saw a very familiar person sitting next to his bed.
Why does it look familiar?
'He' looks just like me. His profile, hair, and clothes are all just like 'him'. Sitting next to my bed and looking at myself, it's really funny...
Huh? wrong!
Before Fan Xing's family could wake up, a familiar strange smell suddenly came, strong and suffocating, and then he felt numb all over his body and fell completely unconscious.
The next morning, the sky was bright.
The six sects gathered in Taichu Guanzhengyuan Hall on the day of execution of the leader of the Demon Cult, Mu Qingyan.
Chapter 119
Taichuguan's disciples were busy inside and outside, preparing the incense table offerings for the Zhengyuan Hall, as well as tables, chairs and refreshments.
Today, they don't know whether to be sad or excited. In terms of bad luck, two leaders collapsed within just a few months, and there were also very unfavorable rumors. He was ranked first among the six sects; but at the same time, the first demon sect leader in two hundred years was about to be deposed in Taichu Temple. Removing the Danyuan meridians, this alone is enough to leave a mark in history.
Cai Zhao got up early in the morning and dressed neatly without haste. Before going out, he also tucked in the quilt for Fan Xing's family who was lying outside.
After taking a few steps, he met Ding Zhuo leading a group of patrolling disciples passing by. Ding Zhuo asked casually: "Where is the fifth junior brother? Didn't Master Li ask him to follow you?"
Cai Zhao calmly replied: "Fifth Senior Brother accompanied me to Changjiawubao yesterday to pay homage to Great Hero Chang. He caught some cold on the mountain and was too tired. I asked him to rest more."
Ding Zhuo frowned: "No one who practices martial arts is so delicate. The fifth junior brother is always too lazy. Even if he is a medical practitioner, he shouldn't be so useless. Forget it, just sleep. Junior sister, where are you going? ?”
Cai Zhao replied: "I want to see my parents."
Ding Zhuo responsibly escorted Cai Zhao to the Cai couple's residence and left.
"Where's mother?" Cai Zhao finished saluting Cai Pingchun, who was sitting alone outside, and looked around.
When Cai Pingchun heard this, he couldn't help showing a doting look, "Don't you know your mother, if she doesn't spend half an hour on dressing up every morning, she will be unhappy all day long."
"It's not just what my aunt is used to. One time, when a powerful enemy was imminent, my aunt asked my mother to spread the rouge slowly, otherwise it would not look good on her face." Cai Zhao turned around and poured a cup of hot rouge while talking. Tea, he turned around and offered it to Cai Pingchun with his own hands, "Dad, get up early and have a bowl of tea."
Cai Pingchun took the tea bowl and took a few sips steadily. He looked up and saw his daughter looking blankly out of the window. She was slim and quiet. He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.
It is shameful to say that when Cai Zhao was born, the crisis in Luoying Valley had not yet been resolved. He and his wife were busy day after day either on how to nurse Cai Pingshu's body or on how to arrange organizational formations to defend against foreign enemies.
One day he excitedly went to see his sister, and suddenly he saw a cute little girl in the courtyard, her soft hair tied into two round buns, sitting on a small ridge and reciting rhymes in a sweet voice.
He was stunned for a moment before he realized, oh, this is his daughter Zhao Zhao.
The little girl is cautious and easy-going. Children in the town laugh at her because she has no parents. She will ask if she has an aunt who is the best in the world. Her younger brother Cai Han is cared for more by her parents than she is. She will pity her brother for not having a chance. After being taught by Cai Pingshu, she was able to comfort herself with the benefits of marrying into the Zhou family even after she arranged her marriage with Zhou Yuqi.
No matter what happens, Zhaozhao always tries to look for the best.
Cai Pingchun is very grateful to his sister for raising his daughter to be so optimistic and strong, but he also feels guilty that he and his wife have been neglectful for many years, so that he doesn't know how to comfort his daughter now.
"Zhaozhao..." He said hesitantly, "If you are really worried about that person, after the execution is over, Dad will find a way to bring him back to Luoying Valley and imprison him to make him live a more comfortable life."
When Cai Pingchun looked up, he saw his daughter looking stupidly at the tea bowl in his hand, "Zhao Zhao?"
Cai Zhao seemed to wake up now, "...Oh, thank you dad."
After a while, Ning Xiaofeng finally tidied herself up like a charming girl, and the family of three went out in style.
"Yam, yam." Song Shijun walked ahead with his hands behind his back, "Something is going to happen..."
Pang Xiongxin, who was behind him, smiled and said, "Master, stop nagging. Didn't it mean that the Demon Sect is now under the control of Lu Fengchun? The boy named Mu is no longer a hot potato."
Song Shijun looked worried: "Based on my decades of experience in fighting against the demon sect, I always feel that something is wrong."
"Master, please bring him down." Pang Xiongxin dug his ears, "When the old man is here, you only focus on eating, drinking and having fun. When my wife is here, you don't care about anything. The other masters are not as good as you, so why have you worked so hard for decades? .”
Song Shijun scolded: "I am as wise as foolish as complex as simple, with a calm and calm face, and everything in mind! Anyway, just watch, Zhaozhao will not be so easily attracted to that surnamed Mu without a big event." Dead-hearted."
Pang Xiongxin hesitated for a moment, "Master, do you... really don't mind if Miss Cai gets along with that surnamed Mu?"
"Young men and women, this is nothing." Song Shijun waved his sleeves, "I am a free and easy-going person, how can I stick to such mundane concepts. When you have a family and live a life, the most important thing is your heart." The old romantic ghost said He pointed at his heart sincerely.
Pang Xiongxin blinked: "The boss said that you have been shopping in flower houses a lot, so you have no position to say anything to others..."
"You're asking for a beating, old boy!" Song Shijun scolded with a smile.
At this time, Yang Heying caught up from behind. Seeing the Zhengyuan Palace in front of him, he quickly said in a deep voice: "Brother Song, don't forget what you and I discussed last night. If you can agree to take Mu Qingyan to Siqimen for imprisonment , The Yang family will definitely look after you from now on!" Seeing that there were gradually more people around him, he hurried forward after saying this.
Pang Xiongxin snorted disdainfully.
Song Yuzhi was stroking his beard leisurely on the spot, with a subtle expression: "Yang Heying was spoiled by his old man. He is not very capable, but he is too big-hearted. Hum, if there is really no future trouble, why don't I insist on killing him?" How about being imprisoned at Guangtianmen?"
"That's right." He turned around, "Where's Yu Zhiren?"
Pang Xiongxin whispered: "The Third Young Master said that he wanted to bathe and change the clothes of Mu so that he can be tortured with dignity."
Song Yuzhi was satisfied: "After all, he is my son. He is both courageous and kind-hearted." Then he said worriedly, "Maozhi is not good at this. He does things too fiercely, does not save anyone's face at all, and offends people all the time. well……"
While talking, the two of them and several Guangtianmen disciples entered the Zhengyuan Hall.
Zhou Zhizhen walked forward slowly with his head lowered, but was stopped by the three members of the Cai family behind him.
Ning Xiaofeng saw that his brows were furrowed and his expression was haggard. His elegant and well-maintained face seemed to have aged a lot in a few days. He couldn't help but apologize, "Brother Zhou, don't take Sister Pingshu's matters to your heart. In her heart, You are not without weight.”
"I know." Zhou Zhizhen smiled bitterly.
Cai Zhao also whispered: "Uncle Zhou, my aunt often told me about the years when she was a child at Peiqiong Villa, and how you taught her martial arts and calligraphy step by step... She remembers every word and every move. "
Following the girl's words, Zhou Zhizhen felt sad.
——Some things only make me sad when I think about it afterwards.
That day, the boy had just returned from a banquet at his grandfather's house. His father led a thin and short girl to him and said that she was his fiancée. Both of her parents are dead, and she only has one younger brother. The old man wants his son to take good care of them.
The young man solemnly agreed.
Although the girl was born in a lonely life, she never had the slightest intention of suffering from herself. Instead, she was free and upright, optimistic and cheerful - she would secretly help the children from the side branches who had a hard life, and would give guidance to the less advanced disciples in their practice without leaving any trace. She would treat them equally regardless of their level of martial arts. Adhering to integrity and being a talented person is the foundation of one's career.
Except for the owner's wife who was not very satisfied with her future daughter-in-law, most of the Zhou family's children liked her.
The young man at that time could not say that he had a deep affection for the girl. He only felt that she was the same as his cousin from the Min family. She was his sister and a relative. It was his responsibility and he had to take care of her wholeheartedly.
It's not that he doesn't know that his fiancée has a slight grudge against his mother and cousin, but he thinks it's all trivial matters. As a junior and future cousin, his fiancée should be more open-minded and tolerate it.
When his fiancée secretly left Pei Qiong Villa and started to make her mark in the outside world, he also felt that it was a good thing to separate temporarily to prevent the relationship between relatives from becoming more and more tense.
Later, when his fiancée came to him to talk about breaking off the engagement, he thought the little girl was having a tantrum, so he calmed her down with a smile.
But after being mentioned once, twice, three or four times about breaking off the engagement, he noticed something strange. He guessed that his fiancée might have met someone outside.
He didn't ask anything. He felt that his fiancée had been sensible and sensible since she was a child. Even if she was confused for a while, she would slowly change her mind in the future.
Who knows, he didn't wait until that day.
When his fiancée lay on the bed, angrily begging him to marry him and have children, he knew that he had lost her a long time ago. In order not to make his fiancée, whose life was hanging by a thread, continue to feel guilty, this time, he listened to her words.
After many years, Zhou Zhizhen thought he had gradually forgotten his original grief. He never thought that the secret of the year would be exposed in front of him so unexpectedly.
The bright red and gold-gilded wedding document was like a pool of strong blood, splashing out in a shocking way, and the beaded flower hosta was like a sharp sword, stabbing him to the core coldly and ruthlessly.
He remembered that he had seen his fiancée playing with the hosta with pearl flowers alone under the lamp through the window. At that time, her face was overjoyed, her eyes were lingering and gentle, and she was deeply affectionate.
Now he realizes that he is not as magnanimous and uncaring as he appears. He was deeply jealous of Mu Zhengyang, whom he had never met, and wished he could tear him alive.
It turns out that he has always liked his fiancée, not as a sister, not as a responsibility, but as a love between a man and a woman. Otherwise, he would not have rejected his fiancée's request to break off the engagement several times, and he would not have pretended not to know about the changes in his fiancée from beginning to end.
He has liked it for a long time, but he didn't know it.
By the time we found out, it was too late.
The three members of the Cai family were still giving gentle words of comfort, but Zhou Zhizhen shook his head, said nothing, and then stepped into the Zhengyuan Hall.
Qi Yunke and Li Wenxun arrived at Zhengyuan Hall early and were talking.
Li Wenxun said: "Master, don't worry, everything in the temple is as usual. According to the reports from the patrolling disciples, except for Ding Zhuo who practiced sword fighting in the courtyard for a while at night, and Fan Xing's family who slipped into the outside kitchen in the middle of the night, no one moved around."
Qi Yunke smiled bitterly: "After today's work is over, let's go to the town and have a good meal. He was born in a wealthy family and his parents love him. He has never had enough water for so many days. However, the inner kitchen of Taichuguan is mediocre, and the outer kitchen is mediocre. How strong can it be, alas."
Li Wenxun thought for a while, "By the way, there are Ling Bo and Dai Fengchi hiding behind the rockery talking. They didn't come out in the middle of the night, they were chattering from after dinner until late at night."
Qi Yunke:? ? !
Li Wenxun: "Master, is it strange that they have so much to say? According to the reports of several disciples who passed by, they were speaking ill of Zhao Zhao at the beginning of the day. They also made random guesses about the relationship between Zhao Zhao and Mu Qingyan, and their words were a bit inappropriate. They are clean and need to be reprimanded when they come back - they were talking here and there until three o'clock in the morning."
Qi Yunke:? ! !
Li Wenxun continued: "Then they began to speak ill of Yu Zhi, belittling Yu Zhi's martial arts skills and talent, and concluded that Dai Fengchi was much better than Song Yuzhi. Starting from the end of Haishi, they discussed the fate of Mu Qingyan, saying After Mu Qingyan is imprisoned on thousands of mountains and rivers, how will he be humiliated and punished? The two of them talked about it very happily and kept laughing."
Qi Yunke:! ! !
"When the clapper struck at three o'clock in the morning, they had finished thinking about the future and were finally going back." Li Wenxun said, "On the way back, they also said..."
"Okay." Qi Yunke covered his forehead, "Brother Li, please hold back."
At the right time, the heads of the five sects, Li Yuanmin, and the leading disciples of each sect gathered in the Zhengyuan Hall.
Cai Zhao stood behind his parents and watched Song Yuzhi direct two disciples to lift Mu Qingyan up.
——He was wearing iron shackles and heavy iron chains, which made a clanking sound every step he took. She was wearing Song Yuzhi's new clothes. The two of them were similar in stature, but they fit well. Unfortunately, there was blood oozing out of the snow-white collar, which showed that the wound had burst open again, as if they were walking in a passage filled with sharp thorns.
Because the injury was too severe and the iron shackles were too heavy, Mu Qingyan could not stand, so Song Yuzhi had to give him a chair to sit on.
Mu Qingyan raised his head and smiled at Cai Zhao, but his face was pale and blue, like a dead person; when he turned his face and looked at the others, he showed no expression. He was naturally bright and beautiful, and with such a distant and indifferent look, he was especially handsome.
Song Shijun couldn't help but murmur silently, "Master, master."
