Xie Jingsong's mind was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that these two spears looked exactly the same as the two light sticks Zhang Daoxin wielded.
Some words are not suitable to be said in such a scene, but if she doesn't ask clearly, Xie Jingsong feels that there will be a scratching cat living in her heart. After thinking about it, she decided that she could not squander her curiosity, so she said carefully: "Well... uh... is this what your mother left for you?"
As soon as she said these words, she accidentally stepped on the eldest lady's tear duct again. The eldest lady, who fluttered her long eyelashes, sobbed, sniffed loudly, and gradually became out of breath from crying.
Well, that certainly seems to be the case.
Embarrassed and picking at his sleeves, Xie Jingsong pretended to be nonchalant and asked: "Besides the City Lord's Mansion, are there any other trials?"
Zhang Yunqing, who retracted his spear and began to wipe his tears, shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "This is not a trial. Even if it is, I have not passed... the path... it was left behind by my mother."
It seems a little impolite to ask if your mother is dead at this time?
Wanting to polish her words more smoothly, Xie Jingsong racked her brains and finally realized that it was better to speak openly.
She asked directly: "Does the leader of the company elder who massacred people in a secret realm ten years ago have anything to do with your mother?"
It's not that she was blamed for her divergent thinking, but that all kinds of clues were picked together by the two spears, and finally pointed to the truth: the leader was Zhang Daoxin.
However, it made her suspect at the speed of light that Changsou was actually a fake name, which was largely responsible for the strangeness of the name - how could any weird parents give their children such strange names with no meaning?
Upon hearing this, her beautiful eyes, still wet with tears, looked over in shock, as if she had exposed some well-hidden secret.
Xie Jingsong sighed, grabbed the silly child's sleeve, lifted it up and wiped her face without hesitation, half coaxing and half sincerely said gently: "It's okay to tell me, anyway, I already know a lot. "
The psychological defense was easily broken by this clumsy tenderness. The eldest lady rushed over and hugged her waist, rubbing her waist and abdomen with her face covered with dust and tears: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... ...Senior sister, wuwuwuwuwuwuwu...my mother is really gentle..."
Hearing the words "Senior Sister", Xie Jingsong was ready to push her hand away in disgust, and it fell on her back and turned into soft soft hair.
She didn't feel any empathy. She lowered her head and said in a non-perfunctory voice: "Yes, very gentle."
Zhang Yunqing's life experience is very simple.
Excluding those random compliments, the summary is that I have a vague impression of my mother who is gentle and powerful, and I am determined to hit the wall.
As the eldest daughter of a mortal family, Zhang Yunqing's father held great power. She thought her life would be smooth if she lived in peace and stability, so she had to choose a path of no return.
The cause of everything can be attributed to the letter Zhang Daoxin left to sever ties.
"I kept looking for reasons why my mother did this."
But in her young eyes, her father's wings were simply overwhelming. In order to prevent her from making the same mistakes again, while firmly protecting her, he also blocked all possibilities of finding out the truth.
Just exploring the place, formulating a careful escape plan and putting it into practice had already consumed all her energy.
Xie Jingsong thought: "Then how much do you know now?"
Zhang Yunqing looked up at her: "My mother is definitely not that kind of cruel person! There must be something hidden in this!"
"...Well," after all, she is a newly minted junior sister. Although what she said was pure nonsense, Xie Jingsong endured it, "What else?"
Zhang Yunqing frowned and began to search for information in his mind.
She made a very innocent voice: "Well...my mother left me a key to the secret realm of heaven and earth. Can we go in and practice together?"
After giving the junior sister, who seemed to have a new mind, a gentle blow, Xie Jingsong sighed: "Is there nothing else?"
Zhang Yunqing, who felt guilty, shrank his neck: "No more..."
Quickly figuring out the reason, Xie Jingsong raised her eyebrows and said, "Did someone tell you not to tell anyone about what happened in the secret realm?"
"Wow! It's so beautiful here," Zhang Yunqing, who suddenly turned his head to look at the sky and the ground, did not answer, but smiled stiffly, "Senior sister, after my father and I finish reporting that we are safe and get the money, let's buy some servants and come back!"
"...Well, let's grow some vegetables here."
"It's so spicy and sour." Qu Yijiu, who calmly watched the whole process, took a sip of tea and then frowned and put down the cup in his hand. "The taste is a bit strange, why don't you guys give it a try?"
Xie Jingsong has always been a die-hard Taoist friend rather than a poor Taoist. Seeing this, he quickly pushed Zhang Yunqing forward who was pestering her and asked her to respect her master for him and said: "Come on, give it a try!"
Qu Yijiu poured a cup of tea and gently pushed it forward, indicating: "Please use it."
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Zhang Yunqing turned to look at her. Some kind of keen intuition made her subconsciously reach out and grab Xie Jingsong's sleeve, and said sincerely and humbly: "Senior sister, come on!"
Xie Jingsong touched her head and pulled out her sleeves with skillful force: "Good junior sister, be good, this is a gift from the master. Your senior sister, I am going to figure out what vegetables can be grown on the mountain."
The senior sister, who had no psychological burden, patted her butt and left, leaving behind the unlucky guy who wanted to crawl into the cracks of the ground to respectfully hold the cup.
At that moment, it felt like holding the whole world in my hands.
Xie Jingsong secretly looked back, smiled, and waved her hand not to take away a single cloud.
The reason was off-the-cuff, but Xie Jingsong, who had nothing to do, still walked up and down the mountain twice, brushed her invisible steps on WeChat to the first place in the circle of friends, and then walked around with wild vegetables that she had picked up violently. Dadi walked back.
Since the eldest lady never touches Yang Chun Shui, and she can be rated as the king of dark cuisine even if she is a mess in cooking, Xie Jingsong can only count on Qu Yijiu, who is good at making tea, to brighten up her cooking skills. .
"Sorry, I have been abstinent for many years," Qu Yijiu, who only knows how to make tea, shook his head and said, "I have long forgotten how to cook."
It was already getting late, and when the cool night breeze blew by, it would blow people's long hair to flutter, and Zhang Yunqing, who was wearing thin clothes, couldn't help but shiver.
She thought for a while and said, "Put some water in the pot and put the vegetables in. Once it's cooked, you can eat it, right?"
What was cooler than the wind and colder than Zhang Yunqing was Xie Jingsong's sad mood.
"Good question, what about the pot?"
The two looked at each other and Qu Yijiu.
So the three of them looked at each other.
Xie Jingsong, who still had some expectations, asked carefully: "Then... is there any Bigu Pill or something?"
Qu Yijiu lowered his eyes and shook his head gently.
So the last bit of hope was shattered.
With tears in her eyes, Xie Jingsong took a bite of the dry food pancake stuffed with wild vegetables, fighting with the hard pancake with her teeth.
Go down the mountain tomorrow, go down the mountain immediately! ! !
