All sects work

Chapter 142 Pig Farmer

Guan Xiang was less than ten years old when he lost both his parents within a short year. It was even more difficult for him to accept that his mother had become a man in her heart, and he cried heart-wrenchingly.

Yan Cui still had feelings for Yan Nan. Seeing him crying so sadly, he felt sad: "I'll tell you a secret about your mother."

Guan Xiang stopped crying abruptly, and looked at him, but tears still rolled down his cheeks.

"When your mother became pregnant again, she realized that her body might not be able to survive, so...she made more than a dozen sets of clothes for you early on, for all seasons from now until you become an adult." Yan Cui was full of confidence and thought that this matter would definitely make him happy.

Unexpectedly, when Guan Xiang heard this, he could no longer hold back his tears.

Yan Cui was at a loss and looked to Shi Xuanying for help.

Although Shi Xuanying lacked experience in coaxing children, she never lacked confidence: "Hey, kid."

She tried to use her spiritual power and consciousness to soothe him while she spoke, and it really calmed him down a lot.

Guan Xiang squatted on the ground, buried his head between his knees, and curled up into a ball.

"Want to hear about my childhood? It's very interesting." Shi Xuanying squatted beside him and poked him with her hand.

Hearing Guan Xiang's sobbing becoming quieter, she said to herself, "I used to have a friend who was a small steward of the Sword Sect's outer sect. He was responsible for feeding pigs and looked like a pig."

"He also fed me like a pig. Whenever he made pig food, he would give me a portion. He raised me until I was twelve years old."

Guan Xiang didn't hear the rest for a long time. He looked up and saw that she was in a trance. He couldn't help but ask, "What happened next?"

"Then he died of obesity, his body bursting." Shi Xuanying came to her senses and continued, "I buried him. As I sat in front of his grave, I thought, when will I ever be able to eat myself to death? I had never had a proper meal until I was twelve years old."

"Later, I learned that his name was Wang Yue, and he was once an inner sect disciple. He was fat not because of eating, but because he was possessed by the devil. His body couldn't bear the strong energy and mental power. His purple palace was in chaos, his meridians were burst, and his spiritual energy couldn't flow. He had to endure severe pain every moment of his life, and he would go crazy until his body couldn't bear it anymore, and then he died."

"He was already crazy when he met me. He fed me just because he thought of me as a piglet." She laughed, "Isn't that funny?"

Guan Xiang shook his head frantically, his eyes were red, and his throat felt like a stone was stuffed into it, making it blocked and painful, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Yan Cui couldn't help but say, "Master, I think... you are not suitable for telling jokes."

Not to mention Guan Xiang, even he felt uncomfortable listening to it.

"How is that possible?" Shi Xuanying didn't believe it. "How about I tell you another story? We have a senior disciple in the Sword Sect, and her love story is hilarious."

"The child is still young and cannot listen to this." In order to stop her, Yan Cui quickly changed the subject, "I heard that you were already fifteen or sixteen years old when you entered the Sword Sect, and were directly accepted as the closed disciple by Patriarch Yueyang, and..." Moreover, there were only a few people left in the inner sect of the Sword Sect at that time, so how could there be disciples in the outer sect who feed pigs?

This was Shi Xuanying's true experience in her previous life, but she accidentally let it slip. However, she did not feel guilty at all: "You are a disciple of the Sword Sect, how can you know about our Knife Sect?"

However, at least he stopped forcing Guan Xiang to tell jokes.

Guan Xiang was interrupted by her and recovered a little: "Where are the clothes my mother made?"

Yan Cui said: "At home in the capital."

"How do you know about the clothes?" Guan Xiang asked puzzled.

How to explain the memory gained from Yan Nan?
Shi Xuanying asked back, "Don't you suspect that he killed your mother's soul and replaced it?"

"Aunt Xiao said that he didn't kill my mother." Guan Xiang did have doubts, but he was willing to trust Xiao Hongfan.

During Yan Cui's imprisonment, he was interrogated repeatedly by Xiao Hongfan, including the matter of Yan Nan making clothes for Guan Xiang in advance. It was only after repeated questioning at that time that he remembered it.

He gave Guan Xiang a vague outline.

Shi Xuanying took the opportunity to bring the topic back to the beginning: "She inherited your mother's memories and emotions. The memories are still there, the emotions are still there, and her body is still alive. How can you say that she is not your mother at all? Am I right when I say that half of her is still alive?"

Guan Xiang was confused and felt that what she said made sense.

"Besides, he will become Cong Yannan. Maybe it's because Lingci is worried about you, so she summoned a god to take care of you." Shi Xuanying patted his head, "So you have to think more positively."

Guan Xiang could feel Yan Cui's care for him. Sometimes the look in his eyes was exactly the same as his mother's, which made him very confused and unable to distinguish them completely.

Seeing that he was confused, Shi Xuanying asked, "Do you still remember the little Taoist boy you met in the Taoist temple before?"

Guan Xiang nodded.

"That little boy is very open-minded." Shi Xuanying suggested, "If you have any questions, why don't you go to Linxi County and ask him?"

"Okay." Guan Xiang replied in a hoarse voice.

Yan Cui always felt that this suggestion was unreliable, but seeing that Guan Xiang's emotions had stabilized, he became a little unsure.