Sick beauty, his heart is divided

Barry Ginger Wing

The bright moon is in the sky, the red lanterns are hung high, the red silk is fluttering in the wind, and the smell of burning fireworks is in the air. It is obviously a festive day, but no one looks half happy.

The ancestor realized something, and his heart fell to the bottom of the well.

He didn't know how he pushed through the crowd and squeezed into the crowd.

There is no body or blood in the middle, just a woman.

Her body was only covered with a thin layer of gauze, which could not cover anything. Her fair skin was bruised and swollen, and the places that should have been well protected were all...

I don't know if it was to cover his ears or steal the bell or something, but the man's face was covered with a layer of red gauze.

But even with this layer of red gauze, the ancestor still recognized the woman lying on the grass who had been raped at a glance, and it was the treasure he held in the palm of his hand.

At that moment, the ancestor's heart was empty.

He didn't know how he put his clothes on the young lady, and he didn't know how he picked her up, step by step, out of the groom's mansion, into the dark and deep alley, and back to his humble home.

On the night of the wedding, the bride was thrown in the courtyard. This was a great shame not only to the groom, but also to the Song family, which was the lady's natal family.

Too many people saw this matter, and they couldn't keep their mouths shut. Overnight, dramas were flying all over the sky.

It is said that the Song family offended the bandits, and the daughter Song Qingyu was thrown in the courtyard by the bandits on her wedding night, just to slap the Song family in the face.It is also said that Song Qingyu was shameless and seduced the servants of the groom's official family on the wedding night. The two were caught by the groom's official in the cloud and rain, and thrown from the house out of the courtyard.

After all, the center of the topic was Song Qingyu.

The Song family assumed that the daughter had died on the wedding night, and no one was sent to find her after that. The groom's family was also in great trouble, and the Song family insisted on giving them an explanation.

No matter how noisy the big people are, the little people still have to live.

The ancestor bid farewell to the Song family and stayed at home to take care of Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu was awake, but she didn't speak or eat, no matter how the ancestor coaxed her, she didn't respond, her eyes were wide open, she was staring straight ahead, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

The ancestor had no choice but to invite one doctor after another, saying that it was hopeless. The last doctor told the ancestor that he had a solution, but he was not sure if it would work.

These words made the ancestor ignite hope.

Whether it works or not, you will know after trying it.

The doctor told him that Song Qingyu's behavior was nothing more than heartbreak, because he lost his soul and didn't want to wake up. If he was nourished by the spiritual power of a cultivator, he might be able to recover his soul slowly.

The doctor left after saying this.

There are many immortal cultivators in Shenzhou, but all of them are rich and expensive, and they all work in big families. Which immortal cultivator would be willing to spend his spiritual power to nourish others?Even if a monk is willing, it will take a lot of spirit stones to afford it.

The patriarch has no power, no power, and no money to repair the air leaks in the house, let alone hire monks?

The ancestor sat decadently on the stool with half of his leg broken, his eyes were on Song Qingyu who looked like a puppet on the bed, and he didn't move for a day.

On the second day, he wrapped himself in dusty clothes, took all the valuables at home and went to the pawn shop.

Including all the money, it is only 20 yuan in exchange for a small piece of spirit stone. What is this enough?

It's only enough to buy [-] elementary manuals on cultivating immortals on the street.

Grandpa bought it.

He didn't intend to invite monks, he wanted to come by himself.

It is not a simple matter to attract spirits into the body. The introductory manual of cultivating immortals is a rotten street, and each book only costs one spirit stone.

Old Ancestor is not considered extremely talented, if so, then he has long been spotted by the elders of the big family who patrol every year, and was taken away to practice in the big family.

His talent was mediocre, and he tried his best, but failed to lead the spirit into his body.

Song Qingyu's condition worsened day by day, even if he was fed Bigu Pill, his body would not be able to hold on anymore.

The ancestor gritted his teeth and gave the remaining 19 yuan of Lingshi to a drunkard on the street.

The drunkard is a monk who has just started. When he was young, he was full of vigor and thought that he was omnipotent. When he saw those talented young men in the big family, he realized that he was only a little better than ordinary people.

Disappointed, I hid in the yard drinking all day long.

The ancestor bought all the spirit stones in his hand and brought them to the alcoholic's house, begging him to teach him.

The drunkard probably drank too much, so he agreed without saying a word.

Desperate to save people, ten days later, the ancestor finally led the spirit into his body and stepped into the gate of immortal cultivators.

The drunkard kicked him out of the house and told him not to come again.

The old ancestor knelt at the drunkard's door and kowtowed him three times.

After introducing the spirit into the body, the ancestor enjoyed the lowest preferential treatment as a cultivator, and received 100 yuan of low-grade spirit stones after being listed at the guardian's house. Since then, he has become a real casual cultivator.

This spirit guard is not the other spirit guard. The spirit guard here is just for registration. It can attract spirits into the body, that is, the immortal cultivator. The spirit guard needs to register all the immortal cultivators in the place under his control for easy management.

Introducing a spirit into the body means breaking away from mortals. From then on, all the laws will be calculated according to those of the cultivator, and the laws of mortals can no longer do anything to him.

Similarly, if one becomes an immortal cultivator and harms a mortal for no reason, he will be punished more severely.

The ancestor didn't care about this, he took the hundred spirit stones back home, spent two days and one night absorbing the spiritual power in these spirit stones, and then passed the spiritual power to Song Qingyu bit by bit.

This method seems to be really effective, Song Qingyu's complexion improved a little after the patriarch passed it on for only ten days.

But he has only entered the spirit, and the spiritual energy here is thin. If he wants more spiritual power, he can only rely on the spirit stone, and if the monk wants the spirit stone, he can only go to the guardian to pick up the task.

The ancestor had just entered the spirit, and his spiritual power was low, so he shouldn't have accepted any missions, but for Song Qingyu, there was nothing he couldn't do.

His first task is to strip the demon heart.

This task is not difficult, but the ancestor has lived for 28 years and has never killed anyone.

He came to a dungeon that didn't even have lights. Inside, a room full of demons, big and small, male and female, were locked up with iron locks.

They looked no different from the human race, embarrassed and weak.

Those demons huddled together, staring at the ancestor vigilantly.

A monk who accompanied him gave him a push, "Go, do you still want the spirit stone?"

"If you peel off a magic stone completely, you will get a spirit stone."

The ancestor gritted his teeth and clenched the dagger in his hand.

The monk leaned on the rusty door frame, staring at the ancestor.

If the ancestor can't do it, then he can only do it himself.

The ancestor closed his eyes and grabbed a demon with one hand.

This demon still looked like a ten-year-old child, with no strength in his body, and his exposed arms and legs were covered with layers of welts.

His eyes are very dark, and when he looks at people, he is very empty, without any emotion, a bit like Song Qingyu.

This realization made the ancestor's hand holding Mo's collar tremble, and he almost dropped Mo.

The monk urged from behind, "Hurry up."

The ancestor gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and stabbed the demon's body with the knife.

The demon snorted, his body trembled and then limply drooped down.

The old ancestor shook his hands, put the man on the ground, dug open his chest, and dug out the dark devil heart wrapped in blood.

His face, body, and hands were covered with the demon's blood. He held the demon's heart and handed it to the monk.

The monk didn't answer, and pointed to the tray beside him with his hand holding a handkerchief.

The ancestor carefully placed the intact demon heart on the tray, turned around and returned to the demon group.

The smell of fresh blood was really unpleasant, the cultivator took a look and retreated, leaving only the ancestor inside.

Not long after, the ancestor was covered in blood, with cold eyes, and came out with a tray full of magic stones.

"180, one is not a lot."

The monk glanced at the ancestor unexpectedly, and took the tray, "I have prepared the clothes and hot water. After you wash, go to the old man who guards the spirit to get the spirit stone."

The ancestor said hello.

180 pieces of Lingshi were taken home by him.

Song Qingyu is getting better day by day, and needs more and more spiritual power.

The old ancestor went out for longer and longer, and the time at home became more and more silent.

In the afternoon of this day, the ancestor cooked lunch to help Song Qingyu, when he hugged her, he suddenly heard a soft whisper.

The ancestor was stunned, "What?"

"Ginger Wing."

The ancestor almost shed tears.

Jiang Yi - the word of the ancestor.

It's been two months.The ancestor thought that he would never wait for her to wake up, but he didn't expect it, he didn't expect it.

The ancestor felt that what he had done a few days ago was worth it.

It's okay to have blood on your hands, and it's okay to be covered in mud, as long as the girl on his heart can be fine.

The ancestor suppressed the joy in his heart, "I, shall we have dinner?"

"it is good."

The days are getting better day by day.

From entering the spirit to breaking the delusion, the ancestor didn't need to do those lowly things anymore.

He joined the cultivators here and worked as a thug there.

His sword is ruthless, whether it is a demon or a human being, there is no living soul after passing his sword.

During the day, he was a murderous ghost, but when he returned home, he was a gentle husband.

The two did not find anyone to witness, so they worshiped heaven and earth in the house and became husband and wife.

Baili Jiang Yi was afraid that Song Qingyu would still mind what happened back then, so he never talked about consummating the house.

The two of them were so simple, five years passed.

Five years, neither long nor short, was just enough for Baili Jiang Yi to emerge in the big family and rise to the position of chief guard, just enough for Song Qingyu to let go of the humiliation of the year.

After five years of worship, the two finally got married.

The two had been bored for two months. One day, Song Qingyu felt like vomiting when he smelled fishy smell at the dinner table.

Baili Jiang Yi realized something, and quickly invited a doctor.

Song Qingyu was pregnant for two full months, the fetus was normal and everything was fine.

Baili Jiang Yi felt that the best thing in the world was nothing more than that.

He originally wanted to ask for leave to stay with Song Qingyu at home, but it was a pity that the eldest son of the family was going to visit Qi Tian, ​​and the elders were worried, so they ordered Baili Jiang Yi to see him off.

There was no other way, Baili Jiang Yi could only talk to Song Qingyu about it, and promised that he would spend more time with her when he came back.

Song Qingyu is not the kind of woman who makes trouble for no reason, she understands that it is not easy for Baili Jiangyi to support the family, and now that she has an extra child, she doesn't understand anything, so she can only show off flowers at home, everything in the family needs Baili Jiangyi manage.

She smiled and sent Baili Jiang Yi out of the house, telling him not to worry about herself, she could live well.

Baili Jiang Yi hugged Song Qingyu and pressed a kiss on her forehead, "Wait for me to come back."

Song Qingyu hugged him back, "Okay."

"be careful on the road."

Baili Jiang Yi and Song Qingyu talked a few more words, but time was running out, so he could only let Song Qingyu go to the big family's house.

Baili Jiang Yi was riding a tall horse, wearing a black dress with a collar and a collar. He was tall and had long legs. The girls on the street looked at him one after another.

Even though five years had passed, Song Qingyu seldom went to the streets, she was always afraid of hearing someone discussing that matter.

But today, Baili Jiang Yi was about to leave for Qi Tian, ​​at least half a month before returning, Song Qingyu wanted to see him off.

She was wearing a simple Tsing Yi, with a wide hat, and the curtains on all sides covered her waist, giving her enough sense of security.

Standing on the teahouse, she could see Baili Jiangyi who was different from everyone else at a glance through the curtain.

She stroked her stomach lightly and said, "Go back early."

Song Qingyu didn't practice and didn't know how to use spiritual power. The spirit stone used for communication could only hear Baili Jiangyi's voice from one side.

But that's enough.

Whenever Baili Jiang Yi was free, he would tell Lingshi what he had seen and heard. Every night, he would say good night to Song Qingyu.

This trip went very smoothly, one month later, the eldest son finished his work in Qi Tian and set off to go home.

Baili Jiang Yi was eager to return home, and when he learned of this, he fed the horse and urged people to return quickly.

Even the eldest son made fun of him.

A group of people did not delay, and returned from Qi Tian to Yong'an soon.

Baili Jiang Yi pushed open the door, "Qingyu, I'm back."

The author says:

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