Ninety-fourth bowl of soup (1)

Master, you old bastard!

...

Qinghuan has left Zhongxun's world, but she is still in a state of confusion until now. She is full of joy and is thinking what the disciples will say to her, maybe it is some, Master, where are you, we miss you so much, Master, you are so powerful, we will always worship you, Master, no matter where you are, we will find you... etc., but I never expected that the group of bastards passed down before their death, which was passed down by the outside world as the most mysterious power of the Meng Po lineage, was just this sentence.

He actually called her an old bastard!

Bastard is not good yet, what does it mean to add old characters????

Qinghuan felt that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were hurt. The dead children depended on her. If she knew that she was going to leave, she would have to mess around. It was also a kind of experience that she would leave without saying goodbye. People who practice Taoism should take life lightly, but they would be better???

Fortunately, these children are much more cute now. After she taught them for a few days, she disappeared. Although she disappeared, because of the first experience of being called an old bastard, Qinghuan chose to observe secretly. This time, not only was she not scolded, but she was also admired and praised!

Everyone has their own way of living. Opportunities are hard to come by. Destiny cannot be changed and can be changed. But what should be done depends on the person himself. Most people have been mediocre all their lives and have changed their destiny against the will of heaven, which will only bring serious and serial consequences. So far, people who have come to Naihe Bridge have this common point.

Some people were able to reach Daniel, but they ended up missing; some people were destined to be out of fate, but they eventually embarked on the road to the underworld.

Time is fate.

Zhong Xun said it right, destiny is in his own hands, because destiny belongs to everyone.

I just hope that he can continue to live as an excellent policeman in the future. Qinghuan is not worried. Zhongxun is not a fragile person. After experiencing such a thing, it will only sharpen his character. Perhaps there will be adventures in the future.

But most people, most people in the world, are still in their established destiny.

She got what she wanted from Jongxun, but Jongxun didn't know it at all.

Qinghuan looked at the light ball that emitted a warm light from the palm of her palm, and was slightly ecstatic. This was the extra thing on Zhongxun, who had been dormant in his soul and almost merged into one. It was not until Zhongxun realized that this world was not as simple as he thought that Qinghuan had the opportunity to peel it off. She was pondering, and suddenly noticed that a foreign object was approaching, so she flipped her palm and put it away, and then grabbed it.

It is cold and light, and it is a wandering soul.

She didn't want to care. These wandering souls were all new dead people, wandering around the body, just waiting for the soul-guiding person to lead him to reincarnate. But this one seemed a little wrong. He was obviously a new dead person, but why did he look like a living soul?

The living soul refers to the soul that is left to the body, which means that the body is still alive, but the soul is gone. However, the living soul in Qinghuan's hand has a dead appearance. How can these two contradictions be possible?

She let go of her hand and asked the soul: "What's wrong with you?"

The soul looked confused. Qinghuan thought it was an ordinary wandering soul, but she could catch it. After grabbing it, she realized that it was not a wandering soul but a soul. This was strange. It was also because this soul had the luck to meet her.

It seems that I don't remember what happened before my life.

There is probably no saying that there is a ghost in this world. Qinghuan thought about it, took a handful of soil under his feet, and then took the water in the Wangchuan River out of thin air. He temporarily pinched a small clay man to make her body and drove the soul into it.

After the soul entered the clay man, it seemed to have spiritual energy. "Where am I? Who are you?"

"My name is Qinghuan, where are you? How could you be here?"

"I..." The clay man frowned vividly, "I..." A large number of memories rushed into her mind, but it didn't hurt at all, because she was just a little clay man now. Although this clay man was very cute, he was just a clay man, and he was only as big as Qinghuan's palm.

“Master…”

"Hmm?" Qinghuan was stunned for a moment. Could it be the sequelae of Zhongxun's world? Is she now full of the light of her master? She wants to become a disciple when she sees her?

"Master...Master...Master!" The clay man's voice was shrill and he actually started crying, "Master...Master..."

...I guess I wasn't calling her. The tone and crying didn't seem to be calling her master, but rather called her lover.

"I was wrong. I never dared to be willful and disobedient again. Master, don't leave me, Master..." The clay man kept crying. Qinghuan was afraid that she would attract the wolf in a while, so he closed the space around him. Not long after she arrived in this world, she had time to find what she was looking for, but she encountered such a rash ghost.

He reached out and touched the clay man's head, comforted him, "Don't cry anymore, what happened? Where is your body?"

The clay man was soothed by this gentle tone and said in a daze: "My body... is not mine anymore..."

"Um?"

It was already dark, and Qinghuan didn't mind sleeping in the wilderness, but she didn't want the little clay man to cry any more. Really, she cried so pitifully, and her ears hurt. "You have to explain it to me first, and I will know how to help you." This life-living soul should not be lost, but why does it have a death look? This is what makes Qinghuan puzzled.

No one would love her anymore. She thought she could only be a lonely ghost like this. No one could see or hear her. But on such a cold night, a pair of gentle hands held her up and cared about what she had encountered. But how could she say it? She wanted to remember such memories, and she could die thoroughly and have another beautiful dream.

She was an orphan and was abandoned in a mass grave since she was a child. She was a kind-hearted old beggar who picked her up and brought her up.

The old beggar had difficulty begging for food by himself, and it was even more difficult to raise her. As he got older, he could never rob other strong beggars and could only ask for some leftovers. It was because she was lucky enough to survive.

The old beggar had never read a book and was illiterate, so he called her a girl. The girl called him grandfather and grandchildren to depend on each other until the winter when the girl was five years old.

They spent the night in a dilapidated temple, but when they woke up the next morning, no matter what the girl called, grandpa ignored her. She didn't know what death was, but only knew that grandpa was saying, "I'm dead, what should we girls do?"

What is death?

But grandpa suddenly stopped moving, and he ignored her crying. He didn't think so before. When she cried, grandpa came to coax her with heartache. The girl cried and cried. On the cold winter night, her throat was hoarse. The snow was flying and the cold wind was howling. No one knew that a little girl had lost her only relative in the dilapidated temple.

But at this moment, a carriage drove in. In the snow and ice, the white carriage seemed to have descended to earth and stopped in front of the ruined temple.

Although the girl is five years old, she is so thin that she is so skinny that she is very obedient and filial. In fact, her grandfather was very weak a few months ago. Sometimes she had to sleep for several days as soon as she slept. The girl went out to beg for food every day and tried every means to find herbs to treat her grandfather. Yesterday, her grandfather said that she would tell her stories when she woke up, but her grandfather didn't keep his word.

She sat beside her grandfather's body and cried loudly. The ruined temple was mixed with the roaring cold wind, and her little arms, exposed outside the tattered cotton jacket, were already swollen from the cold.

Then, a man walked in.

That was the first time that the girl saw her master.

He looks like a god, clean, beautiful, and very gentle.

He didn't care about the dirt on her body, so he bent down and picked her up, took down the grass on her head, looked at the dead old man on the ground with pity, and said to the servant who followed him: "Burn the old man with a grand funeral."

Then he asked the girl: "Although your grandfather is gone, if I am with you in the future, would you like to be my teacher?"

The girl didn't understand what a master was. She looked at her grandfather with a long eyes and cried. The master still coaxed her gently and carried her into the carriage. The carriage was so warm and there were many delicious foods. The master used several handkerchiefs to wipe her dirty little hands and picked up a piece of soft cake. The girl was so hungry that she hesitated for a few seconds, then she held the soft cake and started to chew it.

This was the first time she had enough food in several years. Grandpa always left her food. She was worried about her grandfather and gave it to her. As a result, neither of her grandfather nor her grandfather could have enough food.

The master took her to a beautiful place. It was not the ice and snow outside, but the flowers were blooming, with butterflies flying all over the sky, and the fragrance filled the air. The master hugged her into a big house. A person sitting on a chair saw her and asked, "Is it her? Have you found it?"

The master nodded.

It took a long time later that the girl realized what that sentence represents.

She grew up carefreely by her side. Her master was very nice to her, teaching her to read, write, play piano, draw, play chess and write poems, and changed her name to Taotao.

In Taotao's heart, Master is the most powerful person in the world. He knows everything, is so gentle, and is so kind to her. She really wants to be with Master forever!

She likes her master very much. If she can, she wants to never get married and stay with her master.

It would be great if I could keep going like this.

But why did she know the unbearable truth?

There is a painting in the master's study that never makes people open.

The master has a faded set of clothes that he never wears and never touches.

The master can play a nice flute, but he never teaches Taotao or blows it to her.

The master always thinks.

The master always plays the flute alone in a bamboo forest.

The master always looks into the distance.

What does that mean? The girl Taotao doesn't understand. She is like a moth that is rushing to the fire, burning her body regardless of everything.
Chapter completed!