Chen Fusheng waited and watched for a while.

The doubts in my heart deepened.

How come pictures of the world of practice are hung in the boudoir of a brothel?

These paintings, in ordinary people, are just a wonderful conception of brush and ink.

But for Chen Fusheng, what he saw in the painting was all taken by a master of practicing and dominating the world. The content of any image can be said to be a myth.

Is Jiang Ni also a practitioner?

Chen Fusheng thought about it carefully and felt that this was possible.

Thinking of this, Chen Fusheng secretly leaned his fingers and asked about this meeting.

In a moment, I got a hexagram "Dikan Fubo".

This hexagram is not a good hexagram.

But it cannot be said to be a bad thing, it is about choice.

Kan is water, and overlapping Kan is a metaphor for dangerous obstacles and traps, which means warning.

If the fu wave is adapted to the flow direction and is flexible, it can change the bad into profit.

It was the first time that Chen Fusheng had this kind of ambiguous hexagram that had both good and bad luck.

"This shows that the meeting this time has a lot to do with me. Therefore, the gains from divination and divination will lead to unpredictable deviations..."

Chen Fusheng secretly raised his vigilance.

The interior was silent.

About a cup of tea time.

The curtain covering the gauze inside was gently pulled open opposite the jade white table where Chen Fusheng sat.

A tall and young woman came here slowly.

The woman was wearing a very white feather-patterned long skirt with a light green jade belt.

Yingying's slender waist is upward, which is not consistent with her age. Her neck is as white as cream, wearing a thin crystal chain, and the pendant is like water droplets, looming.

She is indeed not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Her appearance is not very beautiful, her eyebrows as thin as flying, her eyes are not big, and she is even a little open. Her nose is slender and her lips are slightly thin.

But these not-so-beautiful facial features show a very unique temperament. There is an exotic style in the beauty, a bit lazy, and even indifferent.

She obviously looks young and not mature. But while walking and looking around, she has a subtle majesty, as if she was born as a nobleman and was so innate.

Chen Fusheng asked for a few glances and knew that she must be Jiang Botong's sister.

Because there is indeed a slight similarity between the two, and the bloodline is closest.

"I am Jiang Ni, I have met fellow Taoist."

The woman rolled her sleeves and gave a gift in a very plain manner, sat across the table with a generous look, looking at Chen Fusheng:

"Fellow Taoist is related to my master's sect? May I ask if I have the name of the emperor?"

Chen Fusheng did not expect that this master's sister had no pretentious words and deeds, and was elegant and generous, and was completely different from the beauty and tenderness of age.

Moreover, speaking and speaking are also the tone between practitioners, and it comes naturally.

After a moment of silence, Chen Fusheng handed over his fists:

"I'm in the next chapter Chen and my name is Fusheng."

"Long story. I really have a privacy matter when I came here this time, and I want to verify it with Miss Jiang."

"oh?"

Jiang Ni frowned slightly, but then his face turned as usual. He was neither surprised nor suspicious, and said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please tell me that as long as it is related to me, I will naturally not hide it."

After pondering, Chen Fusheng whispered:

"Does Miss Jiang know that Dr. Jiang, a famous doctor in Yanlang Lane?"

"Know."

Jiang Ni still nodded calmly, "Doctor Jiang is my father, and I am a concubine."

Chen Fusheng was stunned immediately.

Before coming, he imagined countless scenes of recognizing relatives.

I thought about my words of crying, cursing, sorrow and desolation, etc.

But, I didn’t expect that Jiang Ni actually knew his origin?

"How did you know?" Chen Fusheng couldn't help but ask.

"Three years ago, the mistress of the Jiang family came to visit me and wanted to redeem me and go home, but I refused."

Jiang Ni said with a normal expression, "My birth mother is ashamed of the Jiang family, and the Jiang family is ashamed of me. The two men are apart, and they are not delayed or owe them, so I have no plans to return to the Jiang family."

Chen Fusheng was in a complicated mood and said after a while:

"You know the extinction of the Jiang family, too?"

"I have tried my best to investigate this matter. If I have no clue at the moment, I must repay the kindness of my biological father. If I can investigate the culprit, I will definitely kill the culprit and go to worship."

Jiang Ni said it plainly, and seemed to think this matter was taken for granted.

Before Chen Fusheng said anything, Jiang Ni stared at him and asked:

"Fellow Daoist Chen has an old age with the Jiang family? Why did you come to ask?"

Chen Fusheng no longer went around, went straight to the topic, clasped his fists and said:

"I am the closed disciple of Jiang Botong, the legitimate son of the Jiang family. I came here this time to invite Miss Jiang back to Jiang's house, collect the remains of my mentor, and put them in peace."

Jiang Ni's calm and indifferent face then had a trace of surprise fluctuation.

After a while, she whispered in a low voice as if she was talking to herself:

"It turns out that the mistress of the Jiang family said that she was the only son in the family and went out to study Taoism but did not return. She had no children at home, so her father had the idea of ​​taking a concubine... It turns out that what she said was true..."

After she talked to herself, she looked up at Chen Fusheng and suddenly asked:

"Is your master a member of the Taoist sect?"

"That's right." Chen Fusheng nodded, "Daomen Penglai orthodox."

"Why do you have to collect the remains of your master?" Jiang Ni asked again.

Chen Fusheng briefly talked about his master's past and also made a vow to return home to protect his soul.

"Only by returning the remains of my master to the roots, the relatives will be collected and sacrificed, and buried in the soil for peace. Only then can the master rest in peace, protect future generations, and fully realize the meaning of this life."

Jiang Ni had a slight respect in his eyes. After being silent, he shook his head for a long time and said:

"It's not that I'm not humane, I really can't help it. Within a year, I can't leave Chaochun Tower, so I can't go to Jiang's house. I'm sorry!"

Chen Fusheng was shocked and asked, "Why?"

Jiang Ni continued to shake his head: "Forgive me, fellow Taoist, I can't say it."

This incident happened suddenly!

Chen Fusheng was silent and said hard after a moment:

"Miss Jiang, do you know that if my master cannot be buried in the soil in the past few days, he will be retaliated by the Taoist sect's vows. At the least, he will sink into the underworld, and at the worst, he will have strange changes and will never be reborn?"

Jiang Ni's face felt ashamed, but then she returned to indifference and shook her head calmly:

"Forgive me, fellow Taoist, I can't say it, nor can I go, I can't help you."

Chen Fusheng suppressed his boiling mood, gritted his teeth, stood up, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice:

"Miss Jiang, please tell me the conditions. No matter how difficult it is, I will definitely do it for you!"

"I can make a vow to the Taoist sect! As long as you go with me and receive the sacrifice to the teacher. After the ceremony is completed, I can bear everything you say!"

Jiang Ni raised his eyes and stared at Chen Fusheng, his eyes circling, and he was quite admiring. But he still shook his head without hesitation:

"I can't leave Chaochun Tower, there is no room for this matter to go around."

what to do?

Did this building be demolished?

Chen Fusheng's thoughts flew around and thought about how to deal with this difficult thing.

Suddenly!

A scream came from outside the room.

It was the voice of the little maid.

Jiang Ni raised his eyebrows, frowns and gets up, and is approaching the door in an instant, shouting in a cold tone:
To be continued...