"How can there be fire in Fuyue Yuanshen?" Yang Chan exclaimed and worried: "Master, have you gone crazy?"
"No."
Hanxiang shook her head.
Yang Chan looked confused.
She knew that her master's spirit, Snow and Gumei, was lonely and cold. That kind of temperament is reflected in the appearance. I don’t know how many men have their hearts beat, and I can’t envy her in my life.
But why does the silent Fuyue Yuanshen produce flames? Master's fairy-like and cold temperament has not changed because of this!
"Moon Shadow Hanshuang, Floating Moon Immortal Sword. Han Xiang sighed faintly: "In the past life and this life, I have been pursuing the ultimate in coldness and not entering the world... I have worked hard on the immortal path for thousands of years, but I have never been able to break through the shackles of Fuyue Yuanshen. I wish I could run up to the nine heavens and have a glimpse of the true scene of the cold moon in the sky. "
"Now I am about to awaken my second life... I realize that I have taken the wrong path in my whole life. Fuyue Swordsmanship is superficial and has gone astray. How can I get a glimpse of Hanyue's true nature? scene?"
"If a lonely shadow does not give birth, a lonely sun will not grow... Chan'er, you must remember this sentence. You will be able to use it when you break through to the soul or even a higher realm in the future."
"Then Master, now..." Yang Chan was still at a loss.
Han Xiang smiled slightly, and the icy temperament melted like ice and snow: "Now with the help of the true fire of the sun in the life order, the twins of yin and yang, I may be able to get a glimpse of the true scene of the cold moon in the sky, and understand the true path of the cold moon."
"So that's it? Is this a sign that the master is about to break through?" Yang Chan said happily: "In this way, the master will definitely be able to transform his soul into a divine bridge in this life and ascend to the fairyland from the ground!"
The girl raised her head and hummed proudly: "At that time, I will be the disciple of a mortal 'immortal'. Look, who in this holy capital city dares to bully me, Yang Sanmei!"
"How easy is it to reach the Immortal Realm on the plains of Yuan Shen Transformation Bridge?" Han Xiang couldn't help shaking her head and gently rubbed Yang Chan's hair, "This is just a chance. I always feel that there is still something missing..."
"What is missing?" Yang Chan murmured to herself: "If the yin does not grow, the yang does not grow... If the yin does not grow, the yang does not grow... Master, you are about to make a breakthrough. You are not lacking in practice. After two lifetimes of isolation, you can’t still be without love, right?”
The girl covered her mouth in surprise and looked at her cold master with wide eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Han Xiang's fair cheeks turned slightly red and she couldn't help but knock her apprentice on the forehead. However, Yang Chan keenly noticed that there seemed to be a circle of ripples gently swaying in the master's cold eyes.
"Oh, my disciple has misunderstood!" Yang Chan pretended to drink tea as she stuck out her tongue, secretly surprised in her heart.
"Oh my God, Master, a fairy-like person, can one day... miss spring? This is so exciting!" The girl's eyes were rolling around, and her eyes were shining with excitement.
One long street, two worlds.
Master Hanxiang and his apprentice were thinking about entering the immortal realm, while Yang Gang was also worried about how to take the first step in spiritual practice.
At this time, it was already three poles high in the sun.
Business was good today. I sold ten small fish pendants in a row, clearing less than half of the previous inventory.
But before noon, Yang Gang's stomach began to growl again, so he had no choice but to indulge in luxury. He spent three copper coins on the side table and asked the boss to order a bowl of thick noodles.
As a result, I was not full and asked for another bowl.
A small wooden fish only costs two copper coins. Six copper coins is nearly half of his income today.
"After visualizing the image of the sun burning the sky, my physical exertion has obviously increased... and in the future when I officially embark on the path of spiritual practice, I will consume more food and medicine." Yang Gang squatted behind the stall with a sad face. .
In the past six months, he had saved a total of two taels of silver, satin bones, unblocked meridians, and cast a dragon-elephant golden body, which was an endless road to heaven. This money is not even enough to lay the foundation. No wonder those ordinary people all have white life levels.
It’s hard for ordinary people to even make ends meet, let alone practice?
It was not until noon that Yang Gang was really hungry and reluctant to pay for noodles, so he packed his bags and headed back home.
Watch the chess teahouse.
The girl Yang Chan also said coquettishly: "Master, let's go back to eat, Xiao Chan is hungry!"
Han Xiang took a sip of tea and said without moving: "There are distinguished guests coming to Yang's house today. We will go back later."
"Are there guests at home?" Yang Chan said suddenly: "I understand, they are here for Master, and you don't want to see them. No wonder Master took me out early in the morning and sat in this teahouse to look at Yang Gang. I thought I was interested in him. ..."
"oops!"
Yang Chan covered her forehead, whining in pain.
the other side.
Yang Gang had already packed his luggage, walked through the streets and alleys, and soon returned to the back door of Yang's house on Changting Street.
"Master Gang, please stop."
The back door of Yang's mansion was closed, and two guards stopped him.
The two of them had a fine iron sword on their waists and were not wearing armor.
But hearing a burst of neat footsteps, Yang Gang turned his head and saw two rows of sergeants in black armor standing in front of the back door, their eyes hidden under the black grimace masks looking at him like blades.
what happened?
Yang Gang frowned slightly, thinking in his mind.
These people are obviously not the guards of the Yang Mansion. The one on the left is holding swords and shields, and the one on the right is standing with halberds. They all wear black masks like evil spirits, with cold and cold temperaments, as if they have just come off the battlefield.
"Master Gang, there are distinguished guests coming to the house today. In respect of Mrs. Madam's orders, the servants are not allowed to enter or exit through the back door, so as not to bump into the distinguished guests." Two guards of the Yang Mansion said so.
After listening to the guard's words, the black-armored sergeants turned around and released their vigilance against Yang Gang.
Yang Gang felt relaxed all over, and his tight muscles relaxed.
I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Distinguished guests coming? Is the back door not allowed to be entered and exited at will?
What kind of shady distinguished guest is walking down the back door where people come in and out?
"I am not a servant of Yang Mansion." Yang Gang said calmly.
The two guards looked at each other, and then looked at the pole carried by Yang Gang, the meaning was self-evident.
Although you are not a servant, if guests see you like this, it will bring shame on the Yang family. Both of them knew that no one in the Yang family liked this young master who brought shame to the family. His status in Yang Mansion is really not necessarily comparable to that of some favored maids.
"Ha~" A flash of surprise flashed in Yang Gang's eyes.
However, the master is the master after all, and it is not the turn of these servants to humiliate him. Could the two guards who were looking after the house really stop him? Seeing that Yang Gang was smiling but not smiling, he didn't seem to be planning to leave.
"Master Gang."
Another guard had no choice but to step forward and whisper: "These people belong to one of the twenty-eight constellations of the Holy Lord's newly established Doubu - the Beidou Evil Army. You'd better stay away and don't embarrass your subordinates."
Doubi, the evil army.
One of the eight new divisions established by the Holy Lord, the Evil God Army is one of the elites, and its leader will be the General of the Doubu Beidou Po Army. The twenty-eight constellations will guard the capital, and their status in the holy capital is also very important. If Mrs. Ruotai is receiving that...the two guards really don't dare to relax at all.
Yang Gang was silent for a moment and finally said, "When can I come in?"
The guard replied: "After noon."
Yang Gang was silent again.
It's quarter past four...it's still at least half an hour before noon.
If he entered the house late, he would just be hungry for a while, but the mother who was locked in the house... given the situation of the mother and son, it was obvious that no one would bring her food.
With the mother's mental state, she could go to the toilet after being hungry for a long time in a dark room - that would be fatal!
A picture emerged involuntarily in my memory.
'Mom, I'm hungry...'
In a dark room, a six or seven-year-old child said to the dark corner.
There was a buzzing sound in the corner for a while, and a dirty arm handed over a piece of dark brown dough.
'Good boy, eat...'
'Is this all there is? Then mother, what do you eat? '
'It's okay, Mom is not hungry, Mom has something to eat...'
As if to prove himself, there was a wheezing...swallowing sound in the dark corner.
The scene changes.
A few days later.
The skinny woman with disheveled hair was lying on the ground covered in filth. She kept vomiting out some dirt. At first, it was yellow with the smell of feces, then green bile, and finally... only bright red blood remained.
There was a group of people gathered around, including servants, housekeepers, and the wife of the head of the house.
'Please, save my mother! Please! Children as young as six or seven were kneeling on the ground, crying and begging. However, the people around him seemed to be watching a show, with only disgust in their eyes, and they just wanted to stay away from this unlucky mother and son.
"This crazy woman actually eats... eats this kind of thing?"
"Remember, no one is allowed to publicize what happened today! If she dies, she will die. It will disgrace my Yang family." Mistress Lin's cold and mean face was deeply ingrained in the memory of Yang Gang when he was a child.
