Artifacts to cultivate immortals

Chapter 85 The Pain of Losing Mother
After everyone knew about Cheng Shengjie, they all speeded up their pace, hoping to go to Linghong City to see what happened to Cheng Shengjie's mother soon.

Although Cheng Shengjie has repeatedly said that there is no need to hurry, because when he left home, his mother's strange illness was not cured, but she was very stable, and there should be no accidents, so he returned to the sect with confidence, but everyone still has a tacit understanding. Rush to Linghong City.

When he arrived at the gate of Cheng's house, he found a white lantern hanging at the gate, and the servants of Cheng's house were all dressed in white coarse clothes. It was obvious that the master's family had a funeral. Cheng Shengjie felt a flash of grief in his heart.

"Young master, you are back, go see the mistress for the last time." The housekeeper who was welcoming the guests at the door saw Cheng Shengjie, without any joy on his face, and said in a heavy voice.

"What's wrong with my mother?" Cheng Shengjie's mind exploded with a buzzing sound. When he left home, his mother's strange illness just made her weak and not conducive to traveling. Why did he come back after more than two years? He heard the news of his mother's death.

"Eldest young master, I'm sorry. The mistress was always thinking about you before she died, and she sent someone to send a letter to the Danding faction. I didn't expect the person who sent the letter to say that the young master had gone out. I thought that the young master would not be able to send the mistress to the funeral in time. I didn't expect it to end Let the young master catch up."

"Impossible, my mother clearly said she was fine, and asked me to go back to the sect and practice hard. When I left, my mother was obviously fine..." Cheng Shengjie was in a state of confusion, and it was Mu Pinger who pulled Cheng Shengjie hard Only then did Cheng Shengjie realize that it was inappropriate for him to stand in a daze at the gate of Cheng's house.

"Junior Brother Cheng, let's go in and pay homage to your mother." Mu Ping'er has also experienced the grief of leaving a loved one, so she can naturally understand Cheng Shengjie's mood at the moment, "Let's go in and burn a stick of incense for Aunt Yang."

Under Mu Ping'er's persuasion, Cheng Shengjie finally stopped standing at the door of Cheng's house in a daze. After everyone changed into solemn clothes, they entered the mourning hall.

The mourning hall is solemnly and solemnly arranged, with luxurious incense burners, various fruit offerings, and a large number of flowers. There is a lotus lamp in front of the mourning hall, and a yellow cloth hangs behind it. Behind the yellow cloth is a gorgeous coffin. After Cheng Shengjie entered the mourning hall , and saw Cheng Tianhe standing in the mourning hall with a sad face.

"Mother, the child is unfilial and late." Cheng Shengjie cried like a child, and threw himself on the coffin. The one lying in the coffin was his mother Yang Xiangjun.

His mother was lying quietly in the coffin, her face was still as attractive as before, but her body was abnormally thin, Cheng Shengjie's last extravagant hope was finally in vain, and it was his mother who lay lifelessly in this coffin.

He looked at Cheng Tianhe in the mourning hall, as well as Ling Siluo and Cheng Tianzong who were crying hypocritically, and he was suffocating in his heart, unable to swallow or spit it out.

"The top priority is to put the hall in peace." Mu Ping'er stepped forward and said softly to Cheng Shengjie, "As for the rest, let's discuss it together after the funeral is over."

After finishing speaking, Mu Ping'er and the other four respectfully offered a stick of incense in front of the spirit.

Cheng Shengjie knew that this was his mother's mourning hall, and he didn't want to make trouble here. Besides, he was not there when his mother died. He didn't know what happened, but someone must be responsible for his mother's death.

Cheng Shengjie suppressed the grief in his heart, and knelt before his mother's spirit.

After Yang Xiangjun's funeral was over, Cheng Shengjie approached Cheng Tianhe directly.

"Father, how did my mother go?" Cheng Shengjie asked indifferently. If that slap shattered his admiration for Cheng Tianhe, then the death of his mother made him completely give up on this father.

"Your mother died of a serious illness. It was that strange disease. It was fine at first, but it was useless to find many people to see it. Later, I don't know why it made it worse." Cheng Tianhe looked at the eldest son and said earnestly, "When your mother leaves, I hope you will be well and don't be too sad."

"I don't believe it. When I left, my mother was obviously fine." Cheng Shengjie couldn't accept Cheng Tianhe's words at all, "If you let me know who killed my mother, no matter who he is, I will definitely kill him. "

"Xiaojie. Your mother is gone. I know you are very sad. I am more sad than you. But your mother died of a strange disease. No one wants to harm her. You have to face the reality." Cheng Tianhe was sad Said, Cheng Shengjie looked at his father's face and felt unspeakable hypocrisy for some reason.

"Father, I want to go to my mother's room to stay for a while." Cheng Shengjie was heartbroken at this moment, and only wanted to feel the breath of his mother in the place where his mother stayed before she died.

"Go, calm down and cheer up. Your mother doesn't want to see you decadent and mournful." Cheng Tianhe looked at the grief-stricken eldest son, and naturally did not stop him.

Cheng Shengjie walked to the courtyard where his mother lived. The courtyard was still full of lush trees and flowers, but the entire courtyard was particularly deserted because of the loss of its owner.

Cheng Shengjie entered his mother's room, and all the furnishings remained unchanged. The exquisite wooden bed was covered with mother's favorite begonia-colored quilt, and on the piano table next to him was his mother's favorite Guqin Fairy Que. There is an exquisite vanity mirror on the stage, those rouge and gouache are still quietly waiting for the owner.

Cheng Shengjie walked to the piano case, thinking of the situation when his mother taught him to play the piano as a young child, he couldn't help but feel sad. When he was young, he was always not interested in this kind of girl's stuff, and it was only because of his mother that he reluctantly followed suit. Two years later, the guqin is still there, but the person who taught it is no longer there.

He sat next to the guqin and played a piece of "Xian Weng Cao", which is the only complete score he has learned. This is a score for beginners of guqin. An air of sadness and resentment.

After the song was over, Cheng Shengjie realized that the pitch of the Guqin was not accurate. To his mother, the Xianqueqin was like her lifeblood. How could there be any inaccuracy? As long as there is a slight deviation, the mother will Correct it immediately.

Cheng Shengjie picked up the guqin and saw several seemingly meaningless symbols engraved on the back of the guqin.Cheng Shengjie is very familiar with these symbols. This is a code he created when he was playing with his mother when he was a child. Although he hasn't used it for a long time, he can still clearly remember the meaning of these codes.

One of the meanings was to ask him to go to his uncle's house quickly, and the other was Qu Qinju's meaning. His mother left him a message in such a secret way, which made him believe that there must be grievances for his mother's death.Because Quqinju is a shop that sells Guqin, although his mother didn't tell him, he already knew that the owner of Quqinju was his mother.

After Cheng Shengjie saw these two symbols, he left his mother's courtyard invisibly without hesitation, and left a fake body in his mother's house, which was enough to confuse people who were observing outside the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)