The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 815 Killing Husband and Proving the Way 30
The faint blue phosphorous fire floats beside the wild graves in the mountains, appearing and disappearing with the strange wind in late autumn, fluctuating high and low.

Two figures, one tall and one short, were walking on the road, and the mountain wind howled, and they could vaguely hear their conversation: "Grandma, do you know Tianmu Kingdom?"

"Tianmu Kingdom?"

"That's right, it's Qiguo today."

"It is rumored that many years ago it was called the Tianmu Kingdom. It was a powerful country, but it disappeared later. It is said that the ruler of the country at that time was cruel and cruel. He killed Zhongliang, attracted the immortals from the sky, and was slashed into the hall by a sword."

The young man's voice was excited and yearning: "Are there really immortals in this world?"

Qing Le stopped in her tracks, the mountain wind messed up her pale hair, and her black robe made a loud noise: "Do you want to become a fairy?"

The young man scratched his head and laughed: "Who doesn't want to become a fairy."

The mountains of different heights are silently rooted in the land. Under the sky, the young man was dressed in shabby gray clothes with straw sandals on his feet. He touched his stomach and said, "I heard that immortals drink dew and don't need to eat. If you become an immortal , I don’t have to go hungry any more.”

Qing Le was dumb, and after a while, she raised her hand and patted his head: "Okay."

The boy was stunned: "Huh?"

The old man stopped talking, and walked in front with a cane. The young man was stunned for a while, and then quickly followed.

The night sky was full of stars, and the wind and humidity in late autumn was bitterly cold. The two walked for half an hour before they saw the small village hidden deep in the mountains. The dog heard the sound of barking, and the two walked to the end of the village.

crunch,

The old courtyard door opens,

Qing Le followed her in, the small courtyard was not big, there was a large vat at the door of the kitchen on the east side, the paint on the door was peeling off, the corners of the walls were covered with weeds, and insects neighed.

The little boy squatted on the ground to pry for a long time, and took out a key: "Grandma, come in."

As the young man said, the condition of the house was bleak, with a bed, a wardrobe, and a few benches, which were simple and unpopular. It was getting late, so the two of them packed up casually and rested.

Although the boy was young, he insisted on sleeping on the floor, so he gave up the bed to Qing Le.

In the middle of the moon, the young boy was already sound asleep. Qing Le suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and looked at the ground. Under the cold moonlight, the young boy curled up in a small ball.

She got out of bed, walked over, opened her spiritual consciousness to explore——

"No spiritual roots?"

Qing Le didn't believe in evil, so she couldn't help but tested again, but she still didn't have any spiritual roots... She sighed, turned around and went back to bed to lie down.

At this point, the old and the young began to live together.

This time, no matter where the boy went, Qing Le insisted on staying by her side. The boy said, "I'm already grown up, so I don't need to take care of him", but the smile on the corner of his mouth never stopped.

Eight years old, to;, to 28 years old.

Qing Le still has that old face, but her body is very strong, even if there are gangsters on the street who want to find fault, they can lift them up with one hand.

Because of her immortal state, the two had to change places several times in the past 20 years.

Chang Ting, that is, the boy, couldn't help laughing: "Grandma, do you think you are a spirit who cultivated in the mountains? Or are you that otherworldly fairy?"

28 years old, not a teenager anymore.

The man was tall and mighty, handsome, with piercing tiger eyes, and muscular arms. Walking on the street, he always attracted big girls and young wives to hide their faces and smile coquettishly.

Qing Le couldn't help asking him: "Why don't you marry a wife?"

Chang Ting twisted his neck and kicked his legs, fisted left and right in the courtyard, and said: "Marry? Not marry."

Qing Le didn't ask any more questions, she thought it was good, in the past he would never live to be 30 years old, if he married a wife, wouldn't it be harming other girls?

It's better to wait until after thirty, before it's too late.

It's just that Qing Le didn't expect that Chang Ting would still be gone on her 30th birthday, despite all precautions.

It happened to be the Lantern Festival that day, and the streets were crowded with people. He forced her to put on a fox mask, and then dragged her away... The sword struck, and the young man blocked her.

Everything was silent, Qing Le only felt the buzzing in her ears, and could not hear anything.

The young man wanted to say something, he opened his mouth, and blood gushed out of his mouth... Qing Le covered his wound, and spiritual power poured into his body continuously.

But this body is like a funnel full of loopholes, as soon as the spiritual power enters, it escapes.

Changting closed his eyes: "Don't waste your energy, it's useless."

He suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth and looked at her: "I want to see you, can I?"

Qing Le did not speak, but the white hair on her head turned black inch by inch, her wrinkled skin became white and delicate again, and a cold and pure face appeared in front of her eyes, Chang Ting was slightly surprised: "So, you look like this .”

"very nice."

Sighing and closing his eyes.

Qing Le: "..."

She froze in place until someone from the government came, then she staggered up, carried the man and walked out of the city step by step... buried him in the courtyard, locked the door, turned and left.

Small towns, villages, mountains, temples,
The old woman rode an old horse, walked in the mountains, passed a village, and took away a little guy with a slug among a group of playful children.

Spring and autumn come,

The peach blossoms are red one crop after another.

The 25-year-old young man, dressed in an official uniform, strolled leisurely among the blooming spring flowers: "Grandma, which daughter's house across the street do you think is more beautiful?"

Qing Le pursed her lips and remained silent, but the little girl couldn't help it: "My servant thinks that the girl from Yuan Li's family is very beautiful."

The young man laughed loudly, and tapped the maid on the head with the folding fan: "It's Xiao Yu'er who has eyes."

The next day,

Some official media entered the mansion, and after a while, they left.

In the evening, the middle door of Qingyueyuan was opened, and the young magistrate came in with a folding fan: "Grandma, do you think it's better to marry in April, or in June?"

Qing Le paused, stopped the pen in her hand, and looked at him.

The magistrate raised his eyebrows: "How?"

Qing Le shook her head, lowered her eyes, and continued to practice calligraphy: "It's all good."

The county magistrate let out a long 'Oh', got up and went over: "Grandma, what are you writing? Changting, are you writing my handwriting? Not bad... Grandma is not happy about my marriage?"

With a trembling hand, ink dripped onto the paper.

Qing Le paused, tore off this page casually, and continued to write: "I'm leaving the mansion tomorrow, and the return date is uncertain, so don't go to a dangerous place."

The magistrate nodded: "Are you back?"

Qing Le finally raised her head and looked at him: "I will be back."

The magistrate of the county smiled, his eyes completed the crescent moon, and he looked even more handsome in the moon white robe: "I heard that there is an immortal sect accepting disciples in Taiyuan, and there are a few people in the county who want to go... Which sect does grandma belong to?"

There are many peach blossoms planted in the yard, and the peach blossoms are shining brightly.

Qing Le took a petal and said, "Shang Yuanzong."

The magistrate nodded and rubbed his hand on the folding fan: "Well, I haven't heard of it, but I think it should be a big sect. It is said that every action of an immortal is related to the fate of the gods. Grandma chose me... But what is the reason?"

He smiled, eyebrows curved: "I've been thinking about it for years, but I still can't figure it out."

(End of this chapter)