Bone Picker

Chapter 95 Confrontation
"Okay, we got it, the two of you should go back first! We'll discuss the next step when Master Zibuyu's injury recovers."

"Okay, thank you both for your trouble, and thank you for your hard work! Master Zibuyu, take care of your wounds, and if you need anything, just call me."

"En." Zibuyu nodded slightly.

After Honeysuckle left, Zibuyu smiled and asked me, "Is it worth fighting against your two ancestors for me?"

"It's not against each other, it's just that I'm an adult, I know how to tell right from wrong, and you are more important than the so-called wood ghost technique." This is from the heart.

Zibuyu looked at me, and didn't say much, but in fact, silence is better than sound at this time, and everything is in his eyes.

"I'll go up and rest first."

"Okay, call me if you have anything to do. You are inconvenient to move now, so you should exercise less to prevent the wound from bursting open."

"It's okay. For us, this injury is nothing. It will be fine after ten days and half a month."

"You still take care of yourself and don't move around."

"understood."

I wanted to help my son without saying a word, but he refused, and laughed and scolded: "I'm just injured, don't treat me as a disability, I don't need someone to take care of me yet."

I just gave up and watched Zibuyu limping up the stairs.

I also sigh in my heart, I have a confidant in life, and I naturally know how to cherish it.

I didn't stop, opened my grandfather's ashes and my grandfather's ashes, and then called my father-in-law to find someone, and I wanted to do a DNA comparison.

In the 70s, there was no such technology in China at that time.

When people sent a box of ashes back, they said it belonged to my grandfather, and my grandfather believed it, and put it at home, and worshiped it every year, festival, death day, and the 26th day of the new year.

I prayed for more than ten years, and finally found out that I made a mistake.

But I'm not upset in my heart, it's wrong, I reckon this box of ashes should belong to Bailian soldier or a villager who died of poisoning.

Because my grandfather checked the ashes at that time, the bones were black, and he died of poisoning obviously.

It has to be said that the speed of the Di family is quite fast. After all, power and power are easy to handle.

The results of the DNA comparison came out in less than half a day.

That box of ashes really didn't belong to my grandfather, because it couldn't compare with my grandfather's.

It seems that the person in the mine is indeed my grandfather Li Daohong.

In fact, when I was in the mine, I was [-]% sure, because the face was [-]% to [-]% similar to the portrait.

I found a place in Fushouyuan, the feng shui was not bad, I dug a hole, and buried the box of fake ashes directly.

After burying the ashes, I returned home, and it was already night.

The girls also came back and had dinner too.

After greeting me, they went back to their rooms.

Before returning to the room, everyone's eyes were so strange.

I can also understand their thoughts, that is, who to sleep with at night.

But I don't have the heart to think about these things now.

What I most want to see right now is Mu Nanping.

Mu Nanping was one of the parties involved, that is, one of the witnesses back then, including the most important treasure map, which was also in her hands.

I had to go into the painting and confirm these things with her face to face.

I went into the study and locked the door of the study.

I just looked at her portrait quietly.

I pondered for a long time. For us, Mu Nanping and I should have nothing to talk about. After all, the time we spent together in the painting is equivalent to 30 years.

If you are outside and get along with each other for 30 years, it can be regarded as half your life, or even more.

There are so many things she hasn't told me.

This really makes me very depressed, even a little sad.

So I stared blankly at the portrait without saying a word.

It was not until a few hours later, in the middle of the night, that Mu Nanping's voice came from the portrait: "Husband, what's the matter? Why have you stared at my portrait for hours without saying a word? What happened?"

"My lady, I want to see you."

"What's the matter?"

"Can you let me go in and talk, I want to talk to you face to face." I insisted.

"Ok."

As soon as the words fell, a huge suction came from the painting, sucking me into the painting.

In the blink of an eye, the environment around me changed.

It is still the small green bamboo forest, and the house I have remodeled by myself.

In the yard in front of the house, stood the figure that I was thinking about in my dreams.

Mu Nanping.

my lady.

"Husband." Seeing me, Mu Nanping wept with joy, and ran towards me.

"My lady." I also ran over, hugged Mu Nanping, and turned around several times before stopping.

The two of us hugged each other tightly and told each other how much we missed each other.

After a long time, we separated, and I reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Mu Nanping's eyes.

She looked into my eyes and asked me: "Husband, why are you so anxious to see me? Did you encounter any difficult things?"

"I met my grandfather, and Li Huai, the ancestor of our Li family." I said straight to the point.

"Ah? When? Where?" Mu Nanping's eyes widened.

"Today, in the pit of the Jiuxian Mountain Mine."

"What? Are they not dead?" She looked at me in disbelief.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"How is that possible! Your grandfather is fine to talk about, but Li Huai is from the same era as me. He is not a few years younger than me. How is he still alive? If he is still alive, he is not more than three hundred years old now?"

"Hey." I sighed and said, "He uses our Li family's secret technique to live in another way, just like you are hiding in a painting, the time difference between this place and the outside, the time in this world is still , so you can live so long."

"What about him?" Mu Nanping asked me back.

"How can I tell you, he hid in a huge jujube tree, and has used the nutrients of the juniper tree to live until now."

"Oh." Mu Nanping groaned, but she didn't seem to understand. She said, "Your Li family does have a lot of secret arts. In fact, thinking about it, you shouldn't be too surprised."

"Have you met the ancestor Li Huai of our Li family?"

"I've met him a few times before, but I'm not familiar with him. I'm more familiar with his father."

"Today, Patriarch Li Huai told me the truth about the Jiuxian Mountain Mine. I'm not sure if it's true, so I came in to confirm with you face to face."

"What did he say?" We sat down in the yard, Mu Nanping was boiling water for making bamboo leaf tea, and turned to ask me.

"You are the saintess of the White Lotus Sect, Mu Nanping, the daughter of the leader of the White Lotus Sect, Mu Jiansheng, right?" I began to ask her.

"Yes, yes." Mu Nanping nodded heavily.

"The corpses of tens of thousands of White Lotus Sect soldiers are buried in the Jiuxian Mountain Mine? Is that right?" I asked her again.

"Yes! Back then we sold private salt to support the entire sect, and used it to fight against the Qing army, but later found that private salt was poisonous, not only harming many people, but in two or three years, our own people were also poisoned to death. Quite a lot." Mu Nanping sighed and frowned.

(End of this chapter)