When Qingshe comes to the underworld, he will inevitably feel sad in his spare time. Whenever he thinks about his childhood scenes, he feels that time is passing by in vain, and it is extremely difficult to save it.
But at this moment, time seems to have slowed down in the Vientiane Market, which makes Qing She exhausted physically and mentally and very tormented.
Just when Qingshe was about to count the number of pieces of wood on the auction house's head, he finally heard a trembling call from in front of him.
"Fan'er, my Fan'er...don't you recognize your mother?" The woman burst into tears, her eyes full of guilt and sadness.
Qingshe was distracted by the woman's voice and had no intention of starting over. He looked down and found that the deep emotion in the woman's eyes was exactly the same as his mother's, and the softness in his heart was touched a bit.
He did not dare to touch the woman's gaze, and hurriedly dodged away, and hurriedly explained: "Senior... you must have mistakenly recognized the person. The junior's name is Qingshe, and he is not an ordinary person..."
"It's impossible... How could I not recognize my Fan'er..." Qingluan felt a pain in his chest, "Is Fan'er still blaming my mother? It's all my mother's fault... I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye..."
"Senior! If you don't speak anymore, you really can't explain it..." Although he didn't know whose mother this woman was, Qingshe couldn't bear to see her in such pain and hurriedly asked for help from the outside.
"Well, that's all we can do..." The craftsman nodded, and then looked at Qingluan: "Miss Qingluan, this is indeed not your Fan'er."
"How come you, senior..." Qingluan was a little surprised. She didn't expect the craftsman to say such words.
"The so-called care leads to chaos, right?" The craftsman was still unhurried, "Miss Qingluan is a shrewd woman, why do you lose your sense of proportion when things happen to you? If you can calm down and think about it carefully, you will guess Where does this Taiyin King come from?"
"Senior, he...is really not my Fan'er..."
Although Qingluan already had some doubts in her heart, she really didn't dare to expand her emotions. If I miss it once, things have developed to this point. If I make a mistake again, I'm afraid I won't get it again.
The craftsman didn't speak, just shook his head.
"Taiyin King... I made you laugh..." Qingluan was able to control his emotions freely, as if nothing happened. The expression on his face softened again, bringing the viewer into the spring breeze... If he didn't look at her The words of those tearful eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Qingluan finally regained his composure and nodded to Qingshe: "Can you trouble King Taiyin to show me your magical power?"
"Of course, you're welcome, senior..." Although the woman's eyes were still burning, she was finally able to let Qingshe go, so that he no longer had to be as nervous as before.
In front of the craftsmen, Qingshe naturally did not need to cover up, and used the magic of the lunar calendar to create a "full moon" above his head.
"Moon-watching altar man! Could it be that..." The woman's eyes flashed, replacing sadness with surprise, and she couldn't wait to say: "Tell me quickly, what is your relationship with Xue Hongying?"
"Senior, what you're talking about...is my mother." Qing She didn't expect this woman to know her mother's name, and was a little surprised.
"As expected, as expected! No wonder you are so similar to Fan'er!" The woman said excitedly: "My child, I wonder if your mother has ever mentioned the name Qingluan?"
The craftsman had called the woman Qingluan before, and Qingshe also knew the woman's name, but out of respect, he didn't think much about it.
Upon hearing the woman's inquiry, Qingshe suddenly shrank his pupils and said in surprise: "Qingluan...Qingluan's essence and blood...ah! It turns out that senior is the savior my mother said he was!"
Speaking of this, Qingshe suddenly became enlightened. No wonder this woman looked like that when she saw him. It turned out that she was Na Wufan's mother.
"Senior, please bow to me, junior!" After relating the cause and effect, Qingshe hurriedly knelt down. After all, the man in front of him was indirectly his savior.
Qingluan rarely stopped him, but suddenly became serious: "It's really nice to have a senior shout at you! I don't care what you call me in front of others, but in private I hope you can change your name!"
The woman in front of him is both the owner of this place and his benefactor. Qing She also felt that the senior's name was a bit casual and asked tentatively: "I don't know how you want me to call my benefactor, senior?"
"Call *** mother." Qingluan pinched her fingers and couldn't help but smile.
Live up and down.
"Ah?" Qingshe was a little dumbfounded. He glanced at the side and saw that Bao Bao had already retreated to the distance and was silent. Only the old craftsman was left, silent.
"I don't want to force anyone to do anything difficult. Since you don't want to, forget it...cough cough cough..." Seeing that Qingshe didn't speak, Qingluan suddenly felt disappointed on his face and coughed quickly.
"Are you okay?" Qingshe looked anxious, thinking that even if he called someone, he could only grit his teeth and said, "Fuck...godmother..."
"Hey..." Qingluan stopped coughing, and even his face turned a little rosy, as if he was rejuvenated, "Good boy, what are you doing? Come sit down here... let your godmother take a good look..."
Qingshe gave a bitter smile, but he didn't expect that the woman's situation just now was actually fake.
"Miss Qingluan, don't be in a hurry to communicate your feelings. I still have a few words to say." The craftsman nodded to Qingshe, who was relieved and hid next to Baoluo.
"Senior, please speak." Qingluan glanced at Qingshe again, then reluctantly looked away, and nodded to the craftsman.
"Relax, it's not an important matter!" The craftsman waved his hands and smiled, and continued: "This time I have survived the disaster of death and no longer have any worries. I can finally feel relieved! So from today on, I will calm down. Casting tools, this Wanxiang Market can only be completely left to you to take care of."
"No!" Qingluan quickly refused after hearing this, "Senior was already a great favor for saving me, but Qingluan really can't bear such a gift!"
"Big gift? Hahahaha... Miss Qingluan has already said it. This Wanxiang Market is really indispensable to me, so I should be the one to thank you for taking good care of it for me..." the craftsman said.
"But…"
"Miss Qingluan!" The craftsman did not let Qingluan continue and interrupted: "Listen to me, if the girl really wants to return this favor to me, the best way to repay it is to help me take care of it..."
"And I also know that you two sisters have always wanted to compete with each other. Now that you have Vientiane Market, wouldn't you be able to compete with her Linlang Market?"
"Sister, I don't want to pay attention to that money man..." Hearing this, Qingluan looked unhappy for a while, and then asked abruptly: "If I guess correctly, Linlang Market was also founded by seniors, right?"
"Really?" The craftsman's face froze, and then he said with a fake smile: "Hahaha, how could such a coincidence happen..."
With that said, he quickly raised his voice and called Qingshe over: "Boy, if you have time, please come and spend more time with this godmother."
"Uh... that's natural... that's natural..." Qingshe thought the craftsman had something important to explain, so he rushed to him in a single step, and was full of complaints when he heard this.
"Now that everything is back on track, it's time for me to leave." After the explanation, the craftsman looked at the two of them again, and then nodded lightly.
"Yes...the only thing that makes me regretful now is that you are not here, senior..." Qingluan sighed softly.
"Not here?" Qingshe took a closer look at the craftsman in front of him. It was indeed true and not false. He didn't understand why Qingluan said such words.
"Maybe... this is retribution..." The craftsman smiled helplessly and muttered to himself...
"No one is a sage, how can one be without faults? A small fault will hurt oneself, a big fault will hurt others! Looking back at the time when I caused great disasters in order to perfect myself, I was still complacent because I didn't receive retribution, but I didn't think that it was not unjust, but the time had not come yet. ! One day, I will still have to bear the consequences..."
"At the beginning, I thought it was unfair. Why was it that there were so many people seeking personal gain in the world, but disaster happened to me alone... Later I finally understood that some disasters are specially prepared for those who have returned from the lost way! And those who are incurable Those who do this will eventually descend deeper into the depths and receive the punishment of not entering reincarnation!"
Hearing this, Qingshe thought thoughtfully. He had been "lucky" to fall deeper into the depths before and saw the inhuman scene, where there was only endless killing and no hope. .
"Although I woke up too late, it was better than being stuck in confusion forever... At first, I would be complacent every time I did a good deed, and enjoyed the gratitude and admiration of others. But now I finally understand that those things are not saving people. But I am trying to atone for my past sins..."
"So Miss Qingluan, I have nothing to regret...Although I'm not here, I can still live in the future."
Go and see everything clearly..." the craftsman smiled.
"Qingluan has learned a lesson." With these words, Qingluan was completely freed from the entanglement, and his eyes suddenly became clear.
"Then...Miss Qingluan, King Taiyin, I will take my leave now!"
After the craftsman finished saying goodbye to Qingluan and Qingshe, his appearance began to blur, and soon it turned into dust on the ground, revealing his original description.
"This...is actually a shadow ghost?" The guy who appeared in front of him was no stranger to Qing She. It was the gray-clothed doll that he and King Zhifu had seen in Jiu Liu.
"So... the craftsman I saw that day must also be dressed as a shadow ghost." Qing She nodded thoughtfully. He already felt that the craftsman's ability was extraordinary, but he did not expect that the latter would be so powerful. A shadow ghost pretends to be himself and doesn't let anyone find out.
"I'll lend you your magic again!"
When he was ready, he saw Shadow Ghost opening his mouth to the sky and sucking into his belly the "full moon" that Qingshe had previously transformed. After a while, I saw that this shadow ghost had an aura that was exactly the same as Qingshe's, and even seemed to be purer than the latter...
Then it never spoke again, turning into a white light and disappearing without a trace from the eyes of the two of them.
"This is..." Qingluan was a little curious when he saw the craftsman using this kind of escape technique, and asked Qingshe.
Qingshe was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect that his Taiyin Technique could be used in such a way. If he could have used this technique when fighting Yishan King that day, wouldn't he be able to outwit the latter?
"I'm really sorry, senior, this is the first time I've seen..." Qing She said honestly.
"What? Say it again?" the woman said displeased.
"I'm not lying. It's really the first time I've seen Taiyin Technique used in this way, senior..." Qingshe explained hurriedly.
"What does the use of your magic at home have to do with me?" the woman said coldly.
"Then what the senior means is..." Qingshe suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly changed his words and called: "Godmother..."
"Hey...that's right!" Qingluan smiled again.
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