Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 39 Longevity Association [16] Smoking on the balcony, two people cooperate
Jiang Ke calmly accepted this ubiquitous coincidence.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Ke raised his eyelids and said, "Come here."

Mo Qing approached him a few steps, leaned against the railing, and asked casually, "For what?"

I gave smoke last time.

Jiang Ke said, "Clues."

"Not interested." Mo Qing looked bored.

After quietly staring at her for a while, Jiang Ke spat out a word: "Smoke."

There are also adjacent balconies, with a distance of two or three meters, which most people dare not cross.

The moment Jiang Ke's voice fell to the ground, Mo Qing jumped onto the balcony railing, leaped forward, and easily landed on Jiang Ke's balcony like a stretched butterfly wing.

In the next second, she jumped down, took half a step forward, and approached Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke glanced down, from her eyebrows to her long neck, then over her shoulders, along her long arms to her slender fingers.

She hooked his trouser pocket open with her index finger, slowly slipped her hand in, and grabbed a pack of cigarettes.Afterwards, she withdrew her hand, along with the cigarette case that was still warm.

Jiang Ke didn't move at all, watching her every move.

"What identity is this time?"

Opening the cigarette case, Mo Qing picked out a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and bit the cigarette filter with his mouth.

"A rich man who is greedy for life and afraid of death." Jiang Ke took out a lighter when he answered.

He didn't hand it to Mo Qing, but took the initiative to hand it to Mo Qing. He lifted the windproof cover with his thumb, and a string of flames shot out, licking the cigarette.There was no wind, and a wisp of smoke rose straight up.

Mo Qing looked at his young face and smiled: "You think so far."

Jiang Ke said: "Treasure life and design."

"Jiang Qihui is here too." Mo Qing reminded.

"I know." Jiang Ke said lightly, obviously not paying attention to Jiang Qihui.

He didn't want to stay here for too long, anyway, he was not far away from Jiang Qihui.

Halfway through the smoke, there was a sudden wind.Mo Qing leaned against the railing, admiring the unchanging mountains and water, the sun was shining, the sky was blue and white clouds, as if time was just a dream.

For her, it was indeed a dream.

"How did you get your tattoo?" Jiang Ke held a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes fell on Mo Qing's ankle.

Today she wore a pair of trousers, outlining her straight and shapely long legs, and the hems of the trousers covered the tattoos on her ankles.A pair of white sneakers under the feet, very clean.

Mo Qing lazily replied: "Tattoos."

Jiang Ke: "..."

Listening to the Lord's words is like listening to the words.

"Someone designed this pattern based on a set of scalpels." Mo Qing came back to his senses, leaned his back against the railing, lit a cigarette with his fingers, and the ash fell.

Jiang Ke asked, "Who?"

Mo Qing said flatly, "I've died long ago."

She knew that Jiang Ke's gaze had added some scrutiny, as if she didn't believe her words.However, she didn't care. After 100 years, that person could not be alive.

only……

With his achievements, even if they don't appear in history textbooks, there should be some historical records.

But why didn't he leave anything behind?

After each finished smoking a cigarette, Mo Qing did not go back, but entered the room with Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke picked up a piece of paper from the tea table, handed it to Mo Qing, and said, "There is a respectable old man in Changsheng, known as Wei Ye. He used to be a Chinese medicine doctor when he was young. He is nearly ninety years old, and his bones are not bad. He is the soul of the club. He presided over the membership ceremony at night."

"What is this?" Mo Qing shook the paper in his hand.

The above is the floor plan of the house, which seems to be the layout of the ancestral hall.

"There is an ancestral hall in Hiraidu, and that Lord Wei is in charge of the ancestral hall. All the confidential information of the Longevity Society is hidden in the ancestral hall." Jiang Ke said slowly.

He hit it off.

Mo Qing understood, sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked knowingly, "So?"

"You have good skills."

"I'm going to steal the evidence," Mo Qing folded the paper and said slowly, "What about you who are greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Jiang Ke didn't feel ashamed at all, and said as a matter of course: "Help you plan, part-time guard."

Mo Qing's eyes flashed, and Mo Qing rested his fingers on his chin, looked at Jiang Ke for a while, and raised his eyebrows: "Deal."

*
"……have you understood?"

Jiang Ke, who was talking about the plan to the end, found that Mo Qing's thoughts were wandering somewhere, and his tone slightly increased.

Mo Qing came back to his senses, and said perfunctorily, "Yes."

She squinted at Jiang Ke, her mind was not on the plan at all.

Jiang Ke looks exactly like him, and tastes exactly like her.Now, Jiang Ke's recording habits and thinking patterns when making plans are very similar to him.

What is the reason?
Jiang Ke didn't know how long she had listened to, but looked at her, but didn't repeat it, but stuffed the blueprint into her hand and said, "Get ready."

……

The hotel was run by the Changshenghui, and it was full of the Changshenghui's eyeliner, so after the negotiation was settled, Mo Qing went back to his room first.Then, she and Jiang Ke left one after the other.

Ten minutes later, they met in an alley and went to the ancestral hall together.

When the setting sun was setting, a rare fire cloud appeared in the sky, and the mountain tops and clouds in the west were burnt red, bright red, warm red, majestic and majestic.

The village was glowing blood red under the sunlight.

Jiang Ke leaned against a wall outside the ancestral hall, raised his eyes at a certain moment, and saw the magnificent scenery.

The ancestral hall is located in the middle of the mountain, in a remote location with few people, but it has a wide view.He saw the villages and fields connected by Qingshi Road, shrouded in bright red light.

At a certain moment, he felt that such a scene was somewhat familiar, and the repressed memory was ready to come out.

"clatter."

A stone hit the wall, less than three feet away from his head. After making a slight sound, it bounced and fell.

He looked up.

"Hello." A voice came from behind.

Mo Qing was standing under a tree, and the shadow of the tree fell on her. She was carrying a bulging bag on her shoulder, and she was throwing a stone up and down in her hand.

She raised her eyebrows at him, meaning: go.

The sky was burning brightly and eye-catchingly, but Jiang Ke walked against the light and walked towards Mo Qing.

Jiang Ke glanced at the backpack: "They're all there?"

"Missing the holy object."

Mo Qing went for the holy object, but searched all over, but couldn't find the holy object.She wanted to find it and destroy the body, but thought that Elder Zhang didn't recognize her, probably because the painting didn't look like her, so she just let it go.

Jiang Ke didn't take a single painting to heart.

In order to avoid the crowds, the two went down the mountain along the path, passing a maple forest. The gorgeous sunset glow fell on the fiery red maple leaves, setting off each other, and the scenery was unique.

Mo Qing found a tree on the way, dropped the backpack, covered it with grass, and then sent a WeChat location to Hoss who followed Hiraito, and took a photo for Hoss to pick it up.

After that, the two walked along the path to the end and came to a market.

Mo Qing happened to be hungry, so he asked Jiang Ke, "Are you rich?"

Jiang Ke looked at her: "You didn't bring it?"

Mo Qing touched his pocket and took out a black card.

Jiang Ke: "..."

*
At 06:30, after eating and drinking enough, Mo Qing left Jiang Ke at the market and went back to the hotel first.

As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw Jiang Qihui waiting for her.

"Where have you been?" Jiang Qihui frowned as soon as he saw Mo Qing, and said irritably, "I bought all the food you asked for, put them at the front desk, and go get them yourself."

Mo Qing glanced at him and said softly, "Throw it away."

She walked up to the hotel.

Jiang Qihui was angry again and again, and finally broke out at this moment, angrily said: "Are you deliberately finding fault?"

"Yes." Mo Qing replied without thinking.

Even if there is no poison in the food handed over by people who hold a grudge against her, it is hard to guarantee that there will be no other seasonings.

She didn't think about eating at first.

Mo Qing's understated tone and righteous attitude made Jiang Qihui furious, and he threatened with red eyes: "Mo Qing, don't go too far, be careful that you won't die anytime—"

He didn't finish.

A person walking from behind Mo Qing attracted Jiang Qihui's attention and completely stunned him.

He said almost timidly, "Uncle."

(End of this chapter)