After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 165

"Look, look, why is it so lively there?"

"You don't know? Miss Cheng's is throwing a hydrangea in the embroidery building today, and many people in the city have come to watch the excitement."

"Miss Cheng, isn't she dead?"

"Bah, bah, what's dead, it's all made up by outsiders. Miss Cheng's family is alive and well, and she looks good, otherwise, how could there be so many young masters looking at Miss Cheng."

"No, I remember clearly..."

"Oh, you remember wrong."

The words of the two women reached Lingyin's ears, and she did hear that Miss Cheng's family was going to choose a husband along the way.

The Cheng family has a prominent position in Dongjiao City, and the Qinglian Taoist Lord of the Liyue Sect is also from their family. Even though the Qinglian Taoist Lord has suffered setbacks, the Cheng family has deep roots and has not suffered too much influence.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for the husband to choose a big battle.

It's just that the woman who insisted that Miss Cheng's death just now didn't follow, and even showed a look of fear.

This piqued her curiosity.

"aunt."

The woman was looking at the embroidery building in a daze, when she suddenly heard someone calling her, she tilted her head in a daze, froze for a moment, and asked, "Girl, what's the matter?"

Lingyin nodded, and said politely, "I just heard that Miss Cheng's family is going to throw a hydrangea ball. Do you know Miss Cheng's family? What kind of person is she?"

Hearing a few key words, the woman looked nervous, with indelible confusion and incomprehension between her brows.She opened her mouth, hesitating.

"Don't be afraid, you can tell me anything, I am a cultivator."

The woman's eyes lit up when she heard the words from Xiuxian, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, she grabbed her hand and carefully looked around, and then led her to a place where no one was around.

A look is a person with a story.

Lingyin was even more worried that what she said was true.

People cannot be resurrected after death, if the young lady of the Cheng family is really the one who has been resurrected from the dead, there must be something strange about it.

Either there are immortals to help, or there are evil things.

In the corner, the woman was still worried and kept wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Lingyin set up a sound-proof array, "The array can isolate the sound, now you can say it, only the two of us can hear it."

The woman nodded and organized her language a little.

"Girl, seeing that you don't look like a local, I'll start from the beginning.

Seven days ago, I came to Dongjiao City to sell fish.It was bright that day, and people from the same village and I were walking towards the fish market. On the way, we heard someone yelling for death. We were curious and thought we had enough time, so we wanted to go over and see what happened.

In the end, when we rushed over, we were right in front of Cheng's house!Under the plaque in front of Cheng's house, there is a white girl who looks like a ghost.Cheng's family is one of the largest and most prosperous families in Dongjiao City, and we usually dare not go to Cheng's house, so none of us know her.

The incident happened at the door, and the servants of the Cheng family quickly opened the door and came out.I remember clearly that the servants of the Cheng family who came out at that time were so frightened that they pointed at the female corpse and called her Miss.Later, many members of the Cheng family were alarmed, and they brought the female body back home together.

Girl, I am not lying, I have seen it with my own eyes. "

Lingyin digested the information, "The Cheng family is a rich family, and the daughters in the family don't know how many people there are. How can you be sure that the young lady who threw the hydrangea today is the same person as the young lady who hanged outside the house that day?"

The woman was stunned, and immediately waved her hands to explain: "No, no, there is only one person who can be called the young lady of the Cheng family, and her name is Cheng Ziran, a disciple of the Tianyang Sect, everyone knows that.

After that day, when we left the city after selling the fish, we saw the Cheng family preparing the funeral for the eldest lady. I will never remember it wrong.

These days, I often recall that Miss Cheng hanged herself at the gate of the mansion, couldn't sleep at night, and went to the city on purpose today to find out how Miss Cheng died.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Miss Cheng throwing a hydrangea, and that person was also called Cheng Ziran.I also specifically asked other people, they didn't remember Cheng Ziran's death, they just said it was a misunderstanding. "

She recalled the whole process with fear, "I know that no one will believe my words, but girl, I dare to swear that the people who went to the city with me before can also testify to me.

But when I think about what other people said, I, I..."

"Okay, this matter is indeed quite strange." Lingyin supported her, "Well, you go to the embroidery building with me first, let's see is believing, and see if the lady who threw the hydrangea ball is the lady in your memory .”

The woman was terrified. At first, she was afraid of ghosts and didn't want to go into the muddy water. After Lingyin's persuasive persuasion, she agreed to go for verification.

The Embroidery Building is quite famous in Dongjiao City, where all the women who are waiting for a boudoir can come here and choose a king by throwing a hydrangea ball.

When the two arrived, the outer square of the embroidery building was full of people who came to watch the excitement, regardless of gender or age.

"Remember for a while, no matter what you see, don't make a sound. If you are afraid, hide behind me, close your eyes, and I will take you away." After Lingyin instructed, the two chose to stand together in a corner with a wide view .

After another half a quarter of an hour, the figure behind the bead curtain on the second floor approached, and there was a commotion downstairs.

The moment the bead curtain was raised, the original overwhelming noise was gradually replaced by shock and astonishment.

It wasn't that they remembered Cheng Ziran's death, but they were stunned by her beauty.

Lingyin also looked over, and saw that the woman on the second floor had a well-proportioned figure, which looked like a mountain and a peak on the side. Although she was wearing a veil on her face, she still couldn't stop her alluring posture.

She has a pair of seductive and seductive fox eyes, which are lively and natural, with the style charm of a mature woman.

At this time, the woman behind her tugged at her sleeve, "I'm not sure, the gap between the two is too big."

One is a dead person with no vitality, and the other is a plump and beautiful living girl.

Lingyin patiently motioned her to continue watching.

After Cheng Ziran briefly said the opening remarks, she took the hydrangea from the hand of the maid, and stood alone by the railing, looking down at the men who were crazy about her.

Perhaps none of them satisfied her, so she turned her gaze further away.

Lingyin followed her gaze until she was lying on the window sill diagonally across from her, with half of her body stretched out on the silly face of the porcelain doll.

Seeing Cheng Ziran holding up the hydrangea again, her heart trembled, she must have chosen Yun Muqing, right?
At this time, Yun Muqing, who was looking around, noticed her presence. Lingyin gestured with her fingers to tell him to avoid it quickly, but he was a fool, so he sent her voice transmission in front of everyone.

"Lingyin, what are you gesticulating, I don't understand."

Before Lingyin could reply to him, he felt as if his body was being frozen, with a heavy burden on his shoulders.

No, someone is following her, is there really something wrong with Cheng Ziran?

In the next second, the hydrangea is thrown at the speed of light in a perfect parabola.

Yun Muqing, holding the sound transmission talisman, catches the "flying misfortune" by surprise, and when he sees the appearance of the hydrangea, he throws the hydrangea three feet away like a hot potato.

(End of this chapter)