Crazy beauty never salty fish

It was an uncle about 40 to [-] years old. He was quite tall, with handsome eyes, and he looked a bit like a long-haired demon monk.

He was dressed plainly, except for the looming watch strap on his wrist and the rings on his fingers, revealing his extraordinary identity.

"You know my name?" Guan Yunhong was not surprised.

"My name is Zhang Qingyu. I wrote the invitation letter that allowed you to come here. Would I not know?" The man put down the birdcage in his hand, raised his eyes and smiled slightly, "The little girl from Guan Che's family, and General Changsheng's little apprentice."

"General Changsheng, you mean my master?" Guan Yunhong knew the name of his master for the first time.

Chang Yan doesn't like to mention his past, he just said that he has experienced too much in the past.

"You have read some historical materials, and you know the history of the fall of the Northern Zhou Dynasty more than 1000 years ago?" Zhang Qingyu supported her head, waiting for her to find the answer.

There were many reasons for the demise of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The internal official Guo Rang and the regent general He Xian controlled the government, killed civil servants, and punished military generals. The young emperor was only three or four years old, so how could he sit firmly in the country.

Finally, when He Xian was about to deal with Yan Heng, a general who was not from his own party, Yan Heng united with the rebels outside the city and rebelled.

After the new emperor was firmly established, Yan Heng resigned from his official position and wandered around the world.It was probably because of his humble retreat that he became one of the founding generals who was spared from being liquidated by the emperor, and he was well-known in history books.

"My master, is it Yan Heng?" Guan Yunhong was puzzled.

"It's not just Yan Heng... His experience is far more than you and I imagined, and I don't know how many years he has experienced." Zhang Qingyu raised his head, recalling the glorious years of the past, his eyes burning.

"Then, do you see me because I am Guan Che's daughter, or because I am Master's apprentice?" Guan Yunhong looked at him.

This man is conservatively estimated to have lived for 1000 years.

"It's all, but it's not." Zhang Qingyu smiled.

"Your father is indeed a rare genius I have ever seen in my life, and your master is indeed old with me, but I want to see you only because of you."

"Oh, what's special about me." Guan Yunhong was curious.

"You are the last disciple of your master."

"So I have other senior brothers and sisters? Where are they?" After she asked this question, she suddenly had a bad feeling.

"They were buried in their respective eras, and you may have the opportunity to meet them in the history books." Zhang Qingyu handed her a cup of tea, and suddenly felt a little reluctant to tell the truth.

His disciples came out of the mountain to become generals, and they were in the same robe as his son, or fought against each other, and finally turned into a pile of loess, passing away along the river east.

"All..." Guan Yunhong's heart sank unconsciously, and he suddenly thought of that lunatic Chang Ye.

He said that all cunning will die of cunning.

It may seem crazy, but it may actually be the truth.

But, didn't Master survive well?Still alive for thousands of years.

"Don't think too much about it." Zhang Qingyu said seriously, "He told me before that he was ashamed of you."

"What do you mean?"

"Probably because he failed to leave you a brother and sister to shelter you from the wind and rain, haha." Zhang Qingyu chuckled and handed her a card.

Qingyutang's VIP card has the same pattern as Master's card.

"This thing is for you, and you can take one thing from me every year, regardless of the price."

"So... can we take it away and sell it back?" Guan Yunhong thought about it.

If possible, she can directly pick a few million, so that the family's debts will be offset.

"How did your master teach you to be such a money-making ghost?" Zhang Qingyu slammed her on the head, "Of course not! Then I will die at a loss!"

"Oh." Guan Yunhong covered his head, "How about I go and have a look now?"

"Okay, let's go."

Zhang Qingyu stood up, picked her up, jumped directly to the window of the building next to her, and fell down.

"..." Guan Yunhong was shocked by the way of entering the door.

Don't you think the carved iron door over there looks very high-end and looks like an entrance, which is redundant?
The showroom is about the size of a basketball court. On the custom-made shelves are large and small collections, antiques and jade, famous swords and books, and on the middle shelf is a stone tablet of human height.

"Heavenly Book? Why is there still a piece here?" Guan Yunhong leaned over.

The writing on the stele is almost the same as the Heavenly Book, but it seems to be engraved with different prophecies.

"The other half of the heavenly book that was sold had a bad omen, so someone cut it open." Zhang Qingyu sighed.

"Um, you're actually a money-making ghost." Guan Yunhong was speechless.

How is this any different from cutting a moldy rice cake in half and selling the non-moulded part to customers.

"If you are curious, I can introduce it to you."

"What is this?" Guan Yunhong pointed to the milky white stone on the same shelf.

The stone itself is a small piece, which looks no different from ordinary pebbles, but it should be a remarkable thing to be able to put a piece of it with the Book of Heaven.

"'Vitality', I don't know what it is called. Anyway, the bald Taoist priest who gave me this stone mentioned that this thing may be able to bring the dead back to life." Zhang Qingyu explained.

Later, he also thought about using this thing to save people's lives, but unfortunately what the Taoist said was not specific, and he didn't know the method.

"Resurrection?"

"It is said that as long as the soul is still there, even if it is chopped into meat paste, it can be resurrected. I can't understand the meaning of the old Taoist's unclear speech."

The dialect that the Taoist spoke gave him a headache, and he could understand most of it, which is not bad.

Guan Yunhong stared at the stone.

There happened to be a person here who was complete in spirit and soul and had no body to attach himself to.

"You want it?" Zhang Qingyu saw what she meant, "It's useless to me anyway, so I'll give it to you."

"I don't want anything else." Guan Yunhong took the stone, tied it with a thread, made a net pendant, and hung it around his neck.

"You want this?"

"Well, that's it." Guan Yunhong nodded.

Zhang Qingyu rubbed his chin, and suddenly remembered that many years ago, a simple girl stopped his horse from leaving home and handed him the prepared luggage.

The light in her eyes was like the light that fell from the shadow of the trees that day, soft, bright, and warm.

Probably the world is always the same in thousands of times.

Huo Yuqing waited by the bar for a long time, and finally waited for someone to come back.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to Yu's house first." Guan Yunhong put on his coat and put his hands in his pockets.

"You were not in a good mood when you came back, what's wrong?" Huo Yuqing could clearly sense the low air pressure around him.

"Private matters have nothing to do with you." Guan Yunhong hid all his worries behind his sunglasses.

The fingers lightly touched the cards in the pocket, and the fingertips lightly touched the raised numbers, and the uneasiness in my heart became heavier and heavier.

I hope she doesn't think too much.

//Joke from Hell: Bad news, the master is dangerous; good news, the two masters are expected to sit at the same table at the wedding banquet

//A hellish joke: The two masters got together to kick their disciples down when they saw their apprentice ascend to heaven to fight the landlord one day. (Master Chang may not be able to do it, but Master Xiao will definitely want to try it)