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Chapter 5 Hands Can Cover the Sky

Her main soul was damaged from birth, even if she recovered her seven souls, she still couldn't be the same as an ordinary person.

The girl who was as beautiful as a flower and jade was facing him, smiling harmlessly, like an untainted elf, washing away the filth in his heart.

"Master, do you want to try this dish?" She brought a bowl to him. "This dish has a famous name, it's called Zuiwo Hongchen!" She put down the bowl and introduced it like offering a treasure.

He looked at the soup full of thick red liquid, scooped up a spoonful, and a severed limb floated out of the red soup. "What material are you made of?"

"I saw a lizard in the kitchen, so I caught it and soaked it in wine to let it drink, then dismembered the lizard and cooked it with pig's blood, and finally sprinkled it with pepper, and a delicious dish was finished!" she said excitedly. explained.

"Delicious food?" His eyelids twitched. "Where does the pepper come from?"

"The top of the kitchen cabinet is covered with dust, and if you don't use it, cobwebs will grow." She said it calmly, without paying attention.

If I remember correctly, it seems that he hasn't bought these ingredients for more than 400 years. After all, there are subordinates who can prepare dishes, so there is no need for them.

"By the way, I just remembered that I haven't tried the taste just now." She clapped her hands, and then picked up another spoon to prepare the soup.

He moved the bowl aside a little.

Huh?The bowl moved automatically?Is it hallucination?

Unwilling to give up, he continued to scoop forward and found that the bowl was facing further to the side. Maybe it was unintentional?

Then stretch your hand toward the bowl, and the bowl is pushed farther away.

She finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Master, how can I try this?"

"No, I'll tell you how it tastes after I eat it." There was a slight smile on his lips. "Go play."

"Oh, that's good, I'm leaving." After she finished speaking, she dropped the spoon and turned to leave.

"Your parents don't want to go with me." Sure enough, the decision to rob the prison was too hasty.

"How could it be?" Xiyun's tears swirled in his eyes, but he didn't let them fall down: "Woying, you have a solution, right? Can you help me find a way to rescue them?"

"I don't know how to fly to the sky, how can I help?" After saying this, I really feel a little guilty: "Besides, I am the worst at dealing with villains who like to do tricks behind their backs." In a frontal fight, he is indeed very confident, but he really doesn't know how to play tricks. "What makes you so confident in me?"

"Junyi said it... I believe he won't lie to me."

It turned out that the one he really trusted was Junyi, and it was only because Junyi said that that he believed in him. With such a Xiyun, I don't know if he should be called blind? "Hearing what you said, I'm really sad." Cuo Ying grabbed the skirt of his clothes and shook his head, as if he was heartbroken.

"What's so sad about praising you?" Xiyun frowned at his frivolity.

"Hey, the cow is still a cow when it is brought to the capital, but such a cute cow is really rare." After speaking, he pursed his lips and smiled.

Xiyun raised her fist at him: "Are you turning a corner and scolding me?"

"How dare you." Seeing his fist, he couldn't avoid it: "I was thinking about taking you to see your parents."

"Yes, of course!" Xiyun grabbed his arm tightly in excitement. "Take me there, and I will persuade them myself."

"Alright then." Wrong Shadow agreed reluctantly.

"Didn't you keep saying that this official is incompetent and wronged you?" The magistrate sitting on the high hall put on a mighty and inviolable look: "Now let you see the evidence my people have found in your house .”

The judge next to the county magistrate took a piece of paper and handed it to Master Nangong for review.

"This..." Master Nangong took it, and he and his wife looked it over carefully, and were secretly surprised after seeing the content clearly.

This piece of paper clearly listed the terms of interest of the smugglers and bribe-taking officials, and there was even Mr. Nangong's signature on it!

"Lord magistrate, this is not Xiaomin's signature." Master Nangong wrinkled the paper he was holding in his hand.

"This is clearly your handwriting, why isn't it your signature?" Zhixian pointed at Master Nangong and cursed angrily.

"Master Zhixian, this is a copy, not the original work of Xiaomin, I hope you will find out!" Master Nangong's wrinkled hands kept shaking, and Mrs. Nangong was too sad to be herself at this time.

"It doesn't seem to be serious service, you have not pleaded guilty." The expression on Zhixian's face looked extremely stern: "Come here, use torture."

The yamen servants at the side pressed Master Nangong to the ground, and lifted the board to give him a good meal. "Ah!" Master Nangong wailed in pain.

After dozens of beatings, the magistrate stopped: "The criminal in the audience, can you be convicted?"

Master Nangong still upholds the principle of being mighty and unyielding: "I don't admit it."

"Then it's your wife who will suffer now." The magistrate smiled ferociously: "Come here, give this woman a slap."

The yamen servant took out two of the five small wooden sticks with ropes, put Mrs. Nangong's fingers between the sticks, and pulled hard again: "Ah!" Mrs. Nangong's face twisted in pain.

"Do you admit it or not?" Seeing his impatient look, Zhixian hoped that he would plead guilty.

"Master... don't..." Even though it was unbearable, Mrs. Nangong still didn't want her husband to suffer such injustice.

"Ma'am..." He closed his eyes in grief, "Not guilty."

The magistrate was obviously impatient, and called someone over directly: "Come here, give him a pledge."

So the yamen servant let go of Mrs. Nangong's hand.

Someone at the side put the prepared confession on the ground, then grabbed Master Nangong's resisting hand and covered it with red ink pad, and then pressed his thumb on the paper on which the confession was written.

The hearts of the two were filled with despair.

The wrong shadow stared at the dilapidated and dilapidated Temple of the Earth Lord made of stones on the ground, and talked to the Earth Lord with his thoughts: "Give me the sleep technique."

This time the Lord of the Land obediently guarded the prison, and did not slack off: "Yes, Mr. Ying."

"Come on, let's go in." Cuoying took Xiyun's hand and entered the prison.

The group of people who fell on the ground seemed to be in a deep sleep, and Xiyun was stunned for a moment: "These people..."

"I've done it a long time ago, they've fallen into my mist." Cuoying lied without blushing or panting.

Finally, they came to an empty cell and stopped.

"Where are my parents? Where are they?" Xiyun looked around to find the most beloved figure in his life.

The coquettish star eyes narrowed, and then led him out, and stopped in front of the Temple of the Earth God: "The Earth Lord, come out."

Xiyun's star-like eyes widened, looking at him, what was he talking about?

Then, as expected, a hunchbacked old man leaning on a cane appeared out of thin air. "What's going on..." Xiyun was interrupted before she could finish speaking.

"Where did the Nangong and his wife go?" It's not just a day, why did they disappear?

"This...you wait a moment." The Land Lord couldn't answer, so he searched for the past memories here, and those memories reappeared like a revolving lantern. He condensed the memories into miniatures and reflected them in his mind, and saw, Shocking scene.

"Before, there was a man and a woman who each drank a glass of wine, then fell to the ground and were carried out under a white cloth."

Xiyun's eyes were full of vigor and vitality, but now they are full of darkness.

"How could this happen..." Xiyun still felt unbelievable. He wanted to grab the arm of the land lord, but the figure of the land lord turned into light and shadow flashing, so that he could only catch the air. He lowered his hand resentfully: "You lied to me Right? Tell me, where are they now?"

"This, Xiaoxian doesn't know either. The place where they were carried out has already exceeded the territory under Xiaoxian's jurisdiction." The land lord also sighed helplessly.

Xiyun turned to ask Xiang Ying: "Then you know?"

"I don't know." Wrong Shadow put his hands in his sleeves, but he couldn't help it. It can only be said that they are too cunning.

"Then what should I do? Can I ask the county magistrate?" Xiyun scratched her head, really not knowing what to do.

"You go, when the time comes, you will be the one who suffers, and you will have no chance of revenge, and your parents should be happy to meet you under the Nine Springs."

At this time, Xiyun was so flustered that he forgot about the fact that Cuoying called the Lord of the Land: "Damn it, what do you want from me?" At this point, Xiyun suddenly had a flash of light: "It's better to find Junyi, I think he will Know."

"Really?" After saying these two words, Cuoying turned around and left.

Xiyun tugged at his sleeve: "Where are you going?"

"I'm looking for Junyi." Cuoying looked back and smiled.

"You won't take me there? Do you know where he lives?" He was able to find his place before, probably because he was famous, and he could find out after a little inquiring, but Junyi is an ordinary small family.

"Small meaning." Wrong shadow pursed his lips and smiled: "You go back and wait for me obediently."

"Junyi, your lover is looking for you."

Jun Yi raised his head from the pile of books, looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and sat on the window edge on the second floor as if nothing had happened at the moment: "Wrong Shadow, why are you here?"

"I told you, your lover is looking for you." Wrong Shadow's slender arm resting on one leg, repeated patiently.

"Good friend? Who is it?" Afraid that he would fall, Jun Yi stepped forward to pull him down: "Don't sit there, it's dangerous."

However, before he even touched a small piece of cloth on Cuoying's body, Cuoying grabbed him with his backhand, put his arms around his waist, jumped up, and took him away.

"Ah! Don't!" Jun Yi screamed in fright.

Wuying's feet landed on the roof of his house, and then jumped off from it, accompanied by a shrill exclamation: "Ah!"

After falling, Junyi was supported by the wrong shadow, and stumbled into the hall. Xiyun seemed to have been waiting for a long time: "You... good... people don't do it... you have to... learn how to fly..."

Originally, I thought I was used to Xiyun's lightness skill, but I didn't expect the wrong shadow to be even more terrifying.He felt his stomach churning, and at one point he thought he was going to throw up the food he ate a week ago.

"What do you know? Flying is faster than walking." Xiyun thought his disheveled hair was quite pitiful, and couldn't help scolding Wuying: "How did you make him such a virtue?"

"Why don't you say that he is physically weak." Cuoying simply sat on the Arhat bed and crossed his fingers and rested his chin.

"Junyi, why are you so weak?" Xiyun really turned her head and said, "Shouldn't you be used to it?"

"I...you..." Jun Yi was speechless, and took a seat on the mahogany chair beside him: "Forget it, I won't quarrel with you, what's the point of you bringing me here?" He took out his carry-on bag from his sleeve Looking around in the bronze mirror, he came to a conclusion about his current appearance: it was horrible.

"My parents were taken away, do you know where they are?"

Jun Yi untied his messy long hair, combed it constantly, and answered absent-mindedly: "Aren't ordinary heavy criminals locked in a dungeon?" When he tied his hair with a ribbon, he found a hair sticking out from the upper left corner of his forehead. Unexpected strands of hair.

"We didn't see it when we went to the dungeon, but we heard that they were taken away under a white cloth..." Xiyun didn't know how to proceed: "If...I mean if...they died, where would they be taken away?"

Jun Yi still didn't hear clearly, and kept spitting on the curled hair: "It's said that I'm in the dungeon." He held the mirror in his hand and looked left and right at his handsome face on the mirror.

"I didn't expect men to love beauty so much." Cuoying felt that this guy was really strange.

"What do you know? The image of people before and after is very important. You have to take care of your appearance at any time so that you won't be ashamed. The most important thing is not to be afraid of losing the face of your ancestors." Junyi put down the mirror and began to preach.

"Don't use your messy thoughts to poison other people's pure hearts." Speechlessly, Xi Yun snatched the mirror from his hand and stuffed it back into his sleeve robe: "I'm asking where the felony will be taken after death?"

Jun Yi was finally willing to look him in the eye: "Your parents..."

"I see people in life and corpses in death. I must find them." Xi Yun's gaze was extremely firm.

"They committed a felony, and they should be thrown into a mass grave after death." The minds of those big shots were really unclear, so he himself was not sure.

"Then you come with us to find it now." Xiyun took his hand and left.

"Wait...wait..." Jun Yi's feet were nailed to the ground: "Just go by yourself, I'll wait for your news here." The abandoned corpses and bones on the mass grave are scary just by imagining them.

Of course Xiyun knew what he was thinking: "Otherwise we're going, you can watch the wind outside, and tell us immediately if there is any trouble."

"Oh...I..." Before he finished speaking, his feet flew into the air. "Xiyun!"