"Baozi, just out of the cage! Three cents a cage."
"Tanghulu, sell candied haws!"
"Let's take a look. Our store has a new batch of sapphire jewelry..."
"..."
Familiar shouts reached his ears, and Xiang Shen, who was standing frozen on the street, suddenly had focus in his scattered pupils.
The phantom pain that shattered her bones had not faded away. After a brief period of panic, she quickly regained her composure, looked around, and then limped away.
After a while, Cheng remembered the tea stall.
Xiang Shu came over and sat down directly, "Ms. Cheng, bring me a pot of coarse tea."
The woman who was boiling water looked happy when she saw Xiang Shu's face. She was about to pick up the blue and white porcelain teapot at hand, when she heard the words "Aunt Cheng", and most of the smile on her face disappeared in an instant.
She reluctantly picked up another dusty teapot and came to the table, "Girl, rough tea doesn't taste good. Our Cheng Ji has recently released a new one..."
"Ms. Cheng, your tea shop is famous for its bad taste."
Xiang Shen looked at the woman with a half-smile, "You can't take me for granted."
The woman smiled coquettishly and put the teapot on the table, "Girl, you know that the tea here is terrible to drink, so how can you still..."
Xiang Shen smiled, took out ten copper coins and put them on the table: "I've been feeling agitated recently, and the bitter tea you have here can just wake me up."
The woman's face darkened, "You girl looks so docile, why are you so unforgiving?"
She looked furious, collected the money and left.
Xiang Shen was happy to be quiet. He lowered his head and poured a cup of tea by himself. He took a sip and his mind suddenly cleared.
It was indeed the cheapest Cheng's coarse tea. It was extremely astringent and almost painful to the heart. The severe pain caused by another death seemed to have been reduced a lot.
She put down the tea cup, looked at herself reflected in the tea in the cup, slowly exhaled a breath, and thought appeared in her eyes.
The death time of Qing Qiong mother and son has been advanced.
Needless to say, the consequences of the death of Qing Qiong and her son made Qing Tian so filled with grief and anger that he had no intention of interrogating her again. The pressure that burst out from his anger crushed her together with the surrounding houses, turning her into powder in an instant... …
Xiang Shu rubbed his brows, expelling the scene of his second death from his mind, and his eyes returned to calmness.
Qingqiong mother and son died for the first time at Mao hour the next morning.
The second time, at 1:00 p.m. the night before, it was a full six hours ahead of schedule.
Why is this?
Is it possible that every cycle, the death time of Qing Qiong mother and son will be six hours earlier?
That's not right either.
She raised her head and glanced at the sun that was already heading west. Six hours earlier, it would be Mao o'clock on the first morning.
It was now noon. If she had followed her guess, Qing Qiong and her son had been dead for nearly three hours, and Qing Tian would have destroyed everything in a frenzy.
But now the town is full of people coming and going, and it looks peaceful and peaceful. Obviously, the guess is wrong.
Xiang Shu frowned gradually.
Since the advance time is not fixed, there is only one possibility left.
There is a variable that can affect the death time of Qingqiong mother and son, and she has affected this variable unintentionally.
But in the last round of the cycle, she was clearly caught and imprisoned by Qingtian. Apart from getting some information from Chongshi, she did nothing.
Can this also affect Qingqiong mother and son?
Or maybe it was the first time she did something unintentionally, delaying the death of Qing Qiong and her son.
Should Qingqiong mother and son die at Youshi?
Thinking of this, Xiang Shu's eyes suddenly narrowed.
It is not difficult to solve this puzzle.
She put down the cup, stood up and left without noticing at all that there was an appraising gaze behind her, which kept falling on her.
"eccentric……"
Cheng Luomei threw the rag on the counter, put her hands on her hips, and her eyes were full of doubts.
She had never seen this girl in the town, how could she know that the tea she made tasted bad?
She was not one who could use her brain. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and was too lazy to think about it further.
It's okay to drink her tea. He must not be from the ancient demon clan. If there is anything abnormal, someone else will have to worry about it.
Xiang Shen revisited his old place and came to the ruined temple again.
"Old pharmacist, this little girl is traveling around the world and is very strapped for money. Can you stay here for one night? I will definitely remember the kindness of taking you in."
After finishing speaking, Xiang Shu solemnly saluted with clasped fists.
The old pharmacist Xue Yao hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Girl, you are serious. This ruined temple is a land without an owner. It was turned into a medicine hall by the old man. If you don't mind, girl, you can do whatever you want."
Xiang Shen smiled slightly: "Children of Jianghu, when you go out, you are lucky to have a place to shelter from the rain. How can you dislike it? I'm sorry, little girl."
"You're welcome, girl."
There were many patients in the ruined temple, all of whom were poor people. After Xue Yao and Xiang Shuo finished chatting, they got busy again.
Xiang Shu found an open space in the temple and sat down against the wall, his expression as calm as water.
This time, she planned to do nothing.
Let's see when Qingqiong mother and son will die if she doesn't make any interference.
Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, the sun set.
Xiang Shen looked at the sunset on the horizon, his eyes deepened with suspicion.
The deaths of Qing Qiong's mother and son were actually brought forward due to her interference.
But last time, she clearly didn't accomplish anything.
what happened?
She was puzzled.
Xue Yao, who was on the other side, saw the bright lights on the street outside, immediately put down what he was doing, told the little beggar twice, and left in a hurry.
It was already late at night after the little beggar finished cooking the remaining medicine and gave it to everyone to take.
Looking at the dark street outside, he lowered his head in despair, returned to the medicine stove and took out two warm steamed buns. Just as he was about to take a bite, he suddenly remembered something, and took the steamed buns to Xiang Shu. before.
"Sister, are you hungry? This is the ration that Grandpa Medicine Master left for me. Share it with you."
Xiang Shu was startled when he saw the steamed buns handed over to him, then shook his head and said softly: "I'm not hungry."
But the little beggar didn't listen. He directly put the cornbread into Xiang Shu's hand and said with a smile, "Sister, you're lying. I've been starving since I haven't eaten for half a day. How can you, an adult, not be hungry?"
With that said, the little beggar sat down next to Xiang Shu, patted his belly and said with his head held high:
"Sister, don't worry! Grandpa Medicine Master is very kind to me. I'll just eat more tomorrow so I won't be hungry."
Seeing the anxiety in the little beggar's eyes, Xiang Shu remained silent for a moment and took the cornbread.
"Thank you.".qgν.
When the little beggar heard this thank you, his eyes suddenly brightened: "It's okay, sister, if you don't dislike me."
Xiang Shen pursed his lips slightly: "I don't mind it."
With her current state, she couldn't understand why these people in Qingtian's memory illusion could maintain their human nature, and why they could react because of her.
But no matter what, such pure kindness from the heart is always precious, and she will never despise it.
It's a pity that she is destined to be unable to respond to the little beggar's kindness due to the millions of years apart in time and space.
The only thing that can be done is to break this illusion!
Let the little beggar and the lonely ghost in this small town no longer have to follow Qingtian's unwillingness to reincarnate in life and death over and over again.
She took a bite of the wowotou, her eyes had returned to calm, and she asked warmly: "The old pharmacist went out at night to watch the lantern festival?"
"Sister, I just came here. I heard that today is the Moon Festival?"
The little beggar was surprised for a moment, then shook his head and said: "But sister, you are wrong, this is not Grandpa Medicine Master's home.
The pharmacist's grandfather hangs the pot to help the world, and often lives here without returning home. However, Grandpa Medicine Master’s granddaughter fell seriously ill recently, and she finally managed to save her life. Grandpa Medicine Master naturally wanted to
Go back and take care of it every night. ".qgν.
"The old pharmacist is going back to take care of you?"
Xiang Shenliu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is there no one in his family?"
The little beggar nodded and said, "I heard that both of Grandpa Yaoshi's children died in the war, leaving only Sister Jiu Shu to depend on him."
As soon as these words came out, Xiang Shu's pupils shrank suddenly, "Jiu Shu? Xue Jiu Shu?!"
The little beggar was surprised when he heard this: "Sister, do you also know Sister Jiu Shu?"
Xiang Shu suppressed the shock in his heart, nodded, and asked, "Have you ever heard of the name Ling Wancheng?"
"Sister, do you still know brother Wan Cheng?"
The little beggar was even more surprised: "Aunt Cheng always said that brother Wan Cheng was destined to be the number one scholar and wouldn't let us associate with him, but brother Wan Cheng always played with us secretly..."
When Xiang Shu heard these words, his eyes became colder, "Ms. Cheng...could it be Cheng's tea stall?"
The little beggar was startled by her look, but he still nodded and said, "Aunt Cheng's family is famous for their tea, sister, don't you know?"
Xiang Shen lowered his head to hide the cold look in his eyes, and his tone was still gentle: "I know, but I didn't expect it to be from Ling Wancheng's family."
"Brother Wan Cheng took his father's surname. Sister, it's normal for you not to know..."
"Who is Ling Wancheng's father?"
"I don't know either. Brother Wan Cheng lost his father when he was young, and Mrs. Cheng never mentioned who her husband was."
"Have you ever heard of the name Zou Lian?"
"No, but there is a Chou family in the town. I will help you find out about it tomorrow."
"Sister Xue Jiushu, how old are you this year? I can prepare gifts and visit you at your door."
"Sister Jiu Shu is eight years old, just three months older than me."
"..."
That night, I asked a lot of questions to Shu.
The little beggar has no city in his heart. He talks about everything he knows and talks endlessly, and gradually outlines a shocking fact.
In the crystal's memory, she saw Xue Jiushu having disagreements with her old friends of the same generation, parting ways, and later turning into a Tianyi clan and talking about betrayal.
The timeline in this illusion is obviously still before.
Both Xue Jiu Shu and her peers were once monks. And their fathers, who were tortured by heaven, must not be ordinary people.
These monks live in seclusion in the same town, how could Qingtian not know?
In this way, Qingtian was able to let his wife and children go out without any thought that his wife and children would be harmed by these people.
In other words, Qingtian has never suspected these people.
All this can only be explained by one guess.
The old pharmacist Xue Yao, the tea stall Aunt Cheng, the Chong family... and the many leftover clans of the gods hidden in this town were once Qingtian's subordinates!
