Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 86 Young Brother
In the middle of the night, the flowers fall asleep, and the bright moon shines through the window.

Tonight, the moonlight is like water, and seeing things like daytime, Ye Qingshuang put on a cone hat and opened the courtyard door alone.

Suddenly a loud whistle came from behind, followed by Lin Yuan's voice: "Is Ah Shuang going to abandon me?"

Ye Qingshuang paused, then turned around calmly: "No."

"Sophistry." Lin Yuan made a heartbroken attitude.

"In all honesty, I didn't take the initiative to abandon you in any situation or anything, right? If you abandon me so easily, won't your conscience hurt?"

Ye Qingshuang raised her hand to touch her heart, and said indifferently, "It won't hurt."

"But we have agreed, don't give up, don't give up, don't give up, don't give up, you—" Lin Yuan said twice, at a loss for words, and he couldn't hold back the words, and the scene fell into embarrassment for a while.

"Will you listen to my explanation?" Ye Qingshuang spoke in a timely manner to ease the atmosphere.

In fact, she didn't want to involve him in this matter, and she would be blamed all the time, and felt a little bit ashamed after knowing it.

Lin Yuan folded his arms and turned his head, his face full of displeasure: "Don't listen!"

"Then let's go first, the business is important." Ye Qingshuang nodded and floated away first.

Lin Yuan watched her float away as if nothing had happened, and his whole body became numb.

I can't understand it at all!How could there be such a girl in this world?But he still likes it.

How to do?
How to do how to do?
After hesitating for a moment, he still gave up on himself and followed.

What else can I do?I can't really let her go by herself, in case of danger.

He flew around the walls and followed Ye Qingshuang closely, still stubborn in his mouth, and launched a soul torture: "Aren't you coaxing me? Am I not important? Don't you care about me? A Shuang, you have changed!"

Ye Qingshuang's green clothes fluttered, and the voice came mixed with the wind: "I care, hurry up, coax later."

Lin Yuan's footsteps suddenly slowed down a beat, and seeing Ye Qingshuang's flying away figure, he smiled silently.

All right, then he will just wait and let her finish the business first.

Prince Heng's Mansion was rarely visited by people, and the two of them easily entered the living back house, but faced with the row upon row of houses, it was difficult.

Qi Yuanxiu's luck has weakened, and it's not like the emperor who has purple qi on his body. If he lives in many houses, they may not be able to find someone until dawn.

Lin Yuan looked at the courtyards one after the other, and said dumbly: "I made a mistake, I'm not prepared enough today, why don't we come back another day?"

Ye Qingshuang was unwilling to return without success.

"Let me try."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of moonlight water, but Lin Yuan didn't know why.

I saw Ye Qingshuang cast a spell with one hand, and picked up the moonlight water with the other hand and slowly poured it down.

The blue magic light turned into an invisible cup to support the moonlight water, and as Ye Qingshuang's spell was activated, the moonlight water and the blue magic light slowly merged into one, and then, like fireflies, small grains of light glowed slightly. Light, flying all over the sky.

She turned her fingers over, and thousands of twilight lights scattered in all directions, easily passing through the screen window.

Lin Yuan was amazed: "You can still use it like this, who taught you?"

"I figured it out by myself. After all, it's been 30 years. I occasionally think about something to pass the time." She maintained the posture of casting spells, continuously providing mana for Shimmer.

Lin Yuan admired: "Wonderful idea, I still remember the Xinghai Formation in your house, it's ingenious and easy to use."

After hearing this, Ye Qingshuang gave a cool sideways glance: "It's not because you broke it."

Lin Yuan shut up instantly, but it was too late, the topic still slipped to old grievances.

"No, it seems that you not only broke it, but also burned it."

Lin Yuan already knew that sooner or later there would be a day when Qiuhou would settle accounts.

"A Shuang... I am, I can't help myself."

Ye Qingshuang moved the corners of her mouth flatly, and her tone was cold: "So you finally admitted that you burned it?"

Lin Yuan suddenly realized: "No! That ghost did it! It's none of my business! It's just a coincidence!"

"Really?" Ye Qingshuang was ambiguous, and answered the sentence lukewarmly.

Lin Yuan immediately died down, and lowered his head dejectedly: "A Shuang, I'm sorry..."

"I found it." Ye Qingshuang let go of the spell, and flew to the light source without hesitation, but a strange feeling suddenly surfaced in Lin Yuan's heart.

How could the guards of Prince Heng's Mansion be so weak?There was no response to such a conspicuous light cluster.

No, they haven't seen any guards since they entered the mansion tonight!
Lin Yuan's mind exploded!

Damn it, he was so focused on Ah Shuang that he didn't even notice such an obvious trap.

"A Shuang, don't go!" He rushed over desperately, only to see her standing silently in the courtyard.

Right in front, under the eaves, the old King Heng is shaped like a sculpture, with streamers dancing around him.

To be honest, if it wasn't for a trip to the illusion, Ye Qingshuang would never be able to imagine why a person who is only forty years old would be so completely old, as if he had been sucked out of energy.

He was 30 years old in the illusion ten years ago, and he was as handsome as a young man in his 20s. Now it is only ten years old, but he is as old as 80 or [-] years old.

Ye Qingshuang stared for a long time, and suddenly wondered whether the Qi Yuanxiu she met in the illusion was a fake Qi Yuanxiu.

Qi Yuanxiu imagined by Jin Xi before she died.

Linyuan walked to Ye Qingshuang's side, in a confrontational situation.

The statue-like old King Heng laughed, his laughter was as hoarse as a crow's, which was a bit penetrating.

Lin Yuan got skin bumps all over his body when he heard this, and bowed to Old Heng Wang with a gentle and polite attitude.

"My lord, we meet again."

Old King Heng still remembered him: "It's you, the little Taoist priest who helped me find my son."

"It's me." Lin Yuan said with a smile, neither humble nor overbearing.

"How did you meet Young Brother?"

Ye Qingshuang suddenly raised her eyes.

"Young brother?" Lin Yuan spread his hands calmly: "Which young brother? I don't know Xiaodao."

"You little Taoist..." He laughed a few times, then turned to Ye Qingshuang: "Young brother, you still look better in men's clothing."

Ye Qingshuang's eyes were deep and icy: "Do you recognize me?"

Will illusions communicate with reality?Logically speaking, no, the reason why the illusion is called an illusion is naturally because everything that happens in it is fake.

But if it doesn't make sense, how can Qi Yuanxiu recognize her?
Old King Heng laughed again, not as sinister as before, but rather happy.

"I just looked at you... like the young brother in my dream, calling for a try, but I didn't expect you to be really... Hahahaha——"

The ice in Ye Qingshuang's eyes melted away, and she returned to her indifferent and calm demeanor.

Old King Heng finished laughing, and slowly said: "Today, the servants came to report that someone was inquiring about Xiaoyu... It turned out to be you, and you can see your old friend again in your lifetime..."

Strictly speaking, Ye Qingshuang is not really an old friend, she is just his dream, just a fantasy of Jinxi, she did not really participate in the dispute ten years ago, but she did not speak out to correct it.

Qi Yuanxiu didn't care about this sense of participation either. He was old, and there were some things he couldn't talk to the younger generations. Now he just wanted to talk to someone in the know, to catch up on the old days.

Ye Qingshuang asked him: "Shu Yu Shu Mo, where are they now?"

"They're all dead." Qi Yuanxiu sighed deeply, his voice hoarse, as if brushing his throat with an old tree root.

(End of this chapter)