From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 189 Grandma, I want to learn this! (Ask for a monthly pass!)
I don't know when.

The moonlight was dyed a deep blood color and shone in through the window.Print out the slender figure at the window.

Hearing these words suddenly.

Jiang Zirou squinted his eyes and looked around.

In the entire hall, there was nothing but the tea table in the center.

No furniture, no pillars, no stairs to go up and down.At a glance, there is only a flat area, the ground is full of gravel residues, and there are broken pieces of wooden furniture in the corners.

Standing at the door, you can see the round arched windows on all sides.

Most of the arched windows that are as tall as a person are already broken, and some still have wooden frames.

A wooden thorn suddenly protruded, the top was stained with blood, hanging alone in the middle of the window.

The entire bamboo building was dyed bloody by the moonlight, exuding a strong sense of decadence and dilapidation.

The long-haired figure stood in front of a window, holding the frame of the window and looking out, slowly turned around.

With a cold and clear face, the night wind blows, bringing her skirt to flutter back and forth.

Jiang Zirou frowned.

From her angle, all she could see was the dark shadow of the figure and the blood-red dress on her body.

She couldn't see her face clearly, she didn't take the initiative to open her double pupils.

For strangers, this kind of behavior is tantamount to provocation. Jiang Zirou is not afraid of her, but he doesn't want to conflict with the girl who claims to be his grandma.

The moonlight is blood red and the shadows are black.

The cold wind blew, Jiang Zirou's long hair lifted, and he came back to his senses.

Hearing what he said before.

Jiang Zirou thought that this person was making fun of him, but when he came back to his senses.

Think carefully.

I was surprised again...

Looking at the face that was slightly similar to his own, Jiang Zirou felt that what she said before might be true.

This is a little embarrassing!
"Jiang Daoheng is my father..."

The woman has light scarlet eyeshadow and looks very beautiful.

After Jiang Zirou fully exerted her phoenix blood talent, a similar situation would happen to her.

Sure enough... this figure should be one of his elders.

Of course, it is very possible that as she herself said, she is also the royal family of Daxia, so there is no reason for this person to lie to her about such a small matter.

only…

Jiang Zirou frowned slightly.

She didn't feel any hostility from the figure in front of her, but just a slight tolerance.

from their elders.

It also comes from the same blood.

But the strange thing is...Jiang Zirou didn't feel much vitality from her.

Instead, there was a deep, dead air.

"My name is Jiang Xiaoxiao..." Jiang Xiaoxiao's voice was cold, and only when she looked at Jiang Zirou did her eyes soften a little.

She sighed, and looked sideways at the red moon in the sky.

Despondently said: "Thousands of years ago, I had already died."

……

Amber tea flowed from the teapot.

Fall into the crystal clear teacup on the bamboo table.

Two equally slender and thin figures sat facing each other, and Jiang Zirou lowered his head slightly to hide his embarrassment.

Jiang Xiaoxiao calmly looked at the girl in front of her.

The tea is filled.

The paper figurine bowed and stepped back slowly.

He was light and agile, and he did not make the slightest sound when he lifted the porcelain pot, which still had half a pot of tea left.

Slowly disappearing into the shadow of the corner.

Grandma...I want to learn this.

I don't know if my paper man wife in my previous life can escape from the painting...

Successfully solved the problem that had troubled me for many days.

The one who watches him outside the window every day is not the idiot that Xieyan said.

Moreover, in the vast new world, he found his long-lost relative... grandma.

Obviously two very good things.

But why... when they happen together, it makes people feel messed up.

"Ugh…"

Jiang Zirou sighed inwardly.

She raised her head, wanting to say hello, but saw Jiang Xiaoxiao's slightly sad eyes.

My heart is blocked.

The words that were smothered in the mouth could not be uttered when they reached the mouth.

Hesitating.

In the end, Jiang Zirou swallowed those words again.

This grandma is not bad.

A few days ago, those treasures placed at his door were of very precious quality.

It is of great benefit to monks in the realm of saints.

It can be seen that Jiang Xiaoxiao should like herself very much...

It was only after this brief contact... that Jiang Zirou discovered that he was a little ancestor.

character...

A little too sensitive.

"Ugh…"

Watching Jiang Zirou's head lift up, then quickly down again.

Jiang Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, shook her head, and sighed:
"I will not go to the garden again today.

Loneliness is as high as mine; I sit at night and listen to the wind.

Sleeping during the day and listening to the rain, I realized how the moon is short and the sky is old. "

She looked at Jiang Zirou gracefully, and the corners of her eyes seemed to sparkle: "Sitting in this vast world for thousands of years, I finally found a junior whom I like, but it was out of reach, which made me very worried, and I couldn't sleep or eat.

For the person you like, it is normal to ask for warmth, care for them, and care for them. Food and clothing are healthy.

But you are destined to be a meteor passing through the night, even if you bring a glimmer of brilliance to the thousands of years of darkness, it will be fleeting after all..."

"And even so... the vast time, the endless space, the thousand years of waiting, but you don't even want to call me grandma."

"I…"

Jiang Zirou tilted her head, the corners of her mouth twitching.

"Ancestor..."

No!

Really can't do it!
Although Jiang Xiaoxiao is much older than Jiang Zirou.

But the appearance is as immature as a girl, standing with Jiang Zirou, like sisters.

Such a deceptive appearance, no matter what, grandma and grandma couldn't say these three words.

Absolutely unspeakable!
"Little ancestor..."

Jiang Zirou pondered for a while, and took a more compromise approach.

She raised her head, looked a little more serious, and asked, "Why are you here, Taizu? Do you know where he went?"

"Give love, but you may not get something in return... But you still yearn for the light like moths to a flame..."

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head and sighed:

"When I died, I was still young."

"At that time, the origin world was still in chaos, and he was only one of the princes."

"And when I woke up... I was in a place of cathode in the Angu Mountains. I was alone in the vast world... Only a letter left by my father beside me..."

"What was written in the letter?"

Jiang Zirou asked again.

When she said this, she froze for a moment, feeling a little regretful.

Although she had just had some contact with this little ancestor...but she also knew that the other party was an extremely gentle and delicate person.

And her own state is also very wrong.

Like a lonely ghost wandering in the world, there is only a little life in her slender body.

She was afraid that if she mentioned these things, Jiang Xiaoxiao would think of the bad things that happened in the past.

Actually.

Jiang Xiaoxiao is not as sensitive as she imagined.

She stretched out her hand, pinching a yellowed letter in her jade-like smooth fingers.

Jiang Zirou carefully reached out to take it, frowned, looked at it carefully, and fell into deep thought.

on this letter.

The content is very small, just a few words from beginning to end.

Jiang Zirou originally thought that he would be greeted with greetings and reminiscing about the past...but he didn't. He just wrote about some things that happened before.

The records of these things are objective and rarely refuted.

What Jiang Zirou noticed was that Yuanyang Realm was mentioned in these few sentences.

"One day, those people will have to pay the price!"

It was written on the yellowed letter paper, and the handwriting was obviously stronger than the surrounding handwriting.

It is conceivable that when writing this sentence.

Jiang Daoheng's mood is not calm...

Jiang Daoheng must know more about Yuanyang Realm than me... Well, it's not surprising.

He is the founding emperor.

One of the few strong men who became holy and ancestors in the original world, and judging from the fact that he could resurrect his daughter who had been dead for many years.

The means of my own ancestor are also terrible.

At least this kind of thing...Jiang Zirou is completely unable to do it now.

This person is really unfathomable... Jiang Zirou shook his head.

From this letter, I just felt that Jiang Taizu was very resentful towards those people in Yuanyang Realm, but this was also reasonable.

Anyone who knows that history.

None of them have a good impression of those high-ranking natives.

Jiang Daoheng is like this.

The same is true for Jiang Zirou and Jiang Longxiang.

Raising his head, he reached out and handed the yellowed rice paper in front of the little ancestor.

Watching Jiang Xiaoxiao take the rice paper back carefully, Jiang Zirou felt that the atmosphere was a little dull, so he took the initiative to talk: "He should be very good to you..."

He is naturally worthy of Jiang Daoheng.

Even in the past few decades, he is still willing to find a way to resurrect his dead daughter.

Jiang Zirou guessed...the relationship between father and daughter should be good.

It's just that all emperors, especially the founding emperor like Jiang Daoheng, must express their emotions very reservedly.

Therefore, it cannot be reflected in this letter paper.

"maybe…"

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head gently, with a seemingly confused expression on her face.

"I don't remember very clearly what happened when I was a child. I don't even know how I died at that time..."

"Wandering in the Angu Mountains like a lonely ghost, after being nourished by the extremely dark place, the consciousness gradually awakened."

An extremely dark place... No wonder the Shenwu Catacombs appeared here.

Jiang Zirou nodded, and asked again: "Then how is your situation now?"

"Weird... or ghost..."

Jiang Xiaoxiao picked up the teacup and drank it down without any change in the expression on her face: "I have never traveled far, and I rarely communicate with others. I don't know much about these things."

One person and one ghost, drinking tea and chatting slowly.

Most of the time, Jiang Zirou was talking and Jiang Xiaoxiao was listening carefully.

She slowly told about the history of Great Xia for thousands of years. History is a thick book, and some things always appear repeatedly.

Jiang Zirou felt a little boring.

But grandma listened very seriously, never leaving Jiang Zirou's eyes.

sometimes.

Jiang Zirou felt that he was tired of talking, and his mouth was dry.

There will always be a cup of tea at the right temperature in front of you.

Raising her head, the girl in red in front of her looked at her with a smile, her whole body was shrouded in the moonlight.

slowly…

The night passed quickly.

When Jiang Zirou talked about the history of the thousand years to the time when Jiang Heng ascended the throne.

She looked up.

Seeing outside the window, Zhu Xia was shining brightly for a long time.

Reflecting the grass also has a three-point red meaning.

"Spring is coming…"

Jiang Zirou heard the ding-dong sound of the snow melting and the stream gurgling down the mountain.

She stood up.

Walking to the arched window sill, as expected, I saw a silver-white stream flowing out of the mountain.

"What happens when the snow melts..."

Jiang Xiaoxiao came behind her, her figure was a little blurred in the morning light, and she didn't make the slightest sound while walking.

"After the snow melted..."

Jiang Zirou thought for a while, then smiled and said, "It will be spring."

……

It's getting late.

Jiang Zirou had other things to do, so she offered to say goodbye.

I thought Jiang Xiaoxiao would stay and complain.

even cry...

She has never had much experience in comforting girls.

Thinking of this... She felt like her head was getting bigger.

But actually, no.

"Time flies so fast..." Jiang Xiaoxiao just glanced at the sky, sent Jiang Zirou down the bamboo building, and then said gracefully: "I will wait for you here."

"Ok!"

Jiang Zirou nodded, heaving a sigh of relief, but also feeling empty.

"I'll come here to see you again tonight..."

She thought for a while, and then said: "It may not be safe here recently. If you don't mind, you can go back to Daxia with me to have a look. My house is quite big..."

"Alright."

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, with some hesitation on her face.

I have been closed to myself for too long, and sometimes it takes a kind of courage to go out.

"Let's talk about this later..."

Jiang Zirou waved his hand and turned around without turning his head away.

The thin girl in red was standing under the bamboo building.

Watching Jiang Zirou on his way home, towards the woods.

Behind is the vast sky.

In the meadow where the spring breeze blows, there are only whispers of the breeze.

……

New world.

In a certain secret room under the Taoist sect.

Eight bronze-cast seats were placed in the secret room one by one, and the candles on the surrounding Panlong pillars began to burn.

Bring light to an otherwise dark room.

After a while, the sound of heavy or light footsteps came from the corridor outside the secret room.

Several figures were like ghosts.

Before seeing how they appeared, they were already sitting on the chair.

Eight seats.

There were only six people sitting on it, and two of them were vacant.

Sitting on the main seat is an old Taoist priest with white hair, white eyebrows and long beard hanging down his chest.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding floating dust in his hand, with a red face, and looked like a master of Taoism.

It's just that the old Taoist's face is a little gloomy...

In fact, it's not just the old Taoist priest's gloomy expression, but also the rest of the people under the seat, regardless of gender.

Most of the complexion is the same.

He looked like a catastrophe was imminent, with gloom written all over his face.

The old Taoist stood up, his clear eyes slowly swept across the rest of the people.

Finally stopped at the two empty seats.

"What about Wushen and Luo Hu?"

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