Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

Remember [New] for a second,! "here?"

While Jiang Hao was still sighing, Hong Yuye's voice suddenly pulled him back.

At this moment they were standing in front of a slightly imposing inn.

There are four big characters written on it - Yunshang Inn.

"Yeah." Jiang Hao nodded lightly.

He had the impression that he had thought before that if he had money, he would come here to eat and live, it must be very comfortable.

I just didn't expect that I do have money now, but I don't have the same idea as before.

After entering, Jiang Hao and Hong Yuye stood in front of the counter.

"Two people staying at the hotel?" asked the middle-aged shopkeeper.

two? Jiang Hao was a little surprised. He was very curious about what the red rain leaves looked like in the eyes of the other party.

No one looked over on the way, he thought they couldn't see the red rain leaves.

"Well, stay at the hotel." Jiang Hao nodded.

"Then open a room for the two of you?" the shopkeeper asked tentatively.

Jiang Hao glanced at Hong Yuye subconsciously, and found that her face was calm and she had no idea of ​​opening her mouth.

Feeling his gaze, Hong Yuye turned to look at him.

There seems to be a joke.

After that, Jiang Hao asked for two rooms.

He naturally wanted two rooms, but he was worried that it would destroy the purpose of Hong Yuye's trip, so he needed to see the other party's expression.

Yunshang Inn has six floors.

The lobby on the first floor is a place to eat.

The ordinary rooms on the second and third floors are called Yunxia, ​​the fourth and fifth middle rooms are called Yunzhong, and the sixth floor is Yunshang.

What Jiang Hao wanted was the sixth floor.

If it's him, it doesn't matter.

But it was different with Hong Yuye beside him. He was the one who suffered a little bit of a loss.

creak!

The door opens.

A fragrance came.

The purpose of entry is the exquisite room, with beds, tables and chairs, and dressing tables.

There is a wind screen standing beside it, and above it is a landscape painting.

Behind the windscreen is a wooden bucket for bathing.

There is also a window at the front, with tables and chairs on the edge of the window, which can be used to look out over the city.

Jiang Hao came to the window and looked down, it was Dalu Street.

Hong Yuye walked over and sat down, then pointed to the teapot.

Jiang Hao understood, took out Xue Houchun and brewed a pot of tea, and then helped pour a cup.

Hong Yuye looked at the teacup for a long time, but did not move.

She glanced at Jiang Hao and remained silent.

Not satisfied with this tea? Jiang Hao was a little shocked, and immediately changed the subject and said:

"What do you want to do when you stay in Luocheng?"

"For this." Hong Yuye put a slate on the table:

"This is a slate that can convey a secret language. The message from the slate is that we will meet in this city in these three days."

"Who's on the other side?" Jiang Hao asked curiously.

"I don't know, so what you have to do is to find the root of the slate, or other slates." Hong Yuye pushed the slate over and said:

"Now you are holding the slate, and I will teach you how to crack it later."

Hearing this, Jiang Hao could only accept the slate.

He didn't understand who the root of Shiban was, and it was worth the attention of people like Hong Yuye.

At this time, the sun was shining outside, and it was hot and dazzling.

"Go buy me an umbrella." Hong Yuye suddenly said.

After nodding, Jiang Hao walked out.

Standing at the door of the inn, he felt a little emotional.

I wanted to go out, but now it's just right.

If I remember correctly, his former home was not far from here.

Seventeen years.

Don't know how they are now.

At this time, he didn't quite understand his own thoughts, he just wanted to go back and have a look.

Whether he wanted them to have a good or bad life, he didn't have an answer for a while.

Maybe when you see it, you'll understand.

"Do they recognize me? Do they panic when they see me?"

He wanted to know a lot of questions, but he didn't want to know much.

After a moment of emotion, he started to walk in the direction of "home" according to his memory.

Passing through a place that sells oil-paper umbrellas, I chose an umbrella with a red pattern on it.

Every time I see Hong Yuye, they are all red clothes, probably like red.

After putting the umbrella away, he moved on.

a while.

He left the avenue and walked into the residential area.

It is no longer as bustling and lively as it is outside, but it also seems quiet.

After turning a few more turns, he stopped at an alley.

In front of him, there is a house.

If I remember correctly, it should be where he lived when he was a child.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Hao stood quietly at the corner, looking over there.

He wanted to take a look from afar and see their lives now.

Just waited for a long time and no one opened the door.

"I was sold at the age of five, and now I am twenty-two.

They shouldn't recognize me. "

Confirming this, he came to the door and reached out to knock.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His heart suddenly became no longer calm, and he didn't seem to know how to deal with the family behind the door.

Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked on the somewhat old door.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

Jiang Hao stood there and waited.

Footsteps were heard for a while, followed by an old voice:

"who is it?"

Only then did the door slowly open, and an old woman reached out and looked at Jiang Hao.

"Who are you?" Jiang Hao was a little surprised.

In his memory, there is no picture of this person.

"You guys are funny too. You knock on my door and ask me who I am." The old woman looked at Jiang Hao and laughed.

In doubt, Jiang Hao asked a question:

"Is this the mansion surnamed Jiang?"

"The last name is Jiang?" The old woman thought about it and said:

"Like it used to be."

"Once?" Jiang Hao was a little surprised.

"Come in, my old man knows more." The old woman got up and walked away.

"Thank you." Jiang Hao bowed his head gratefully.

Entering the gate, what you see is the familiar yard, almost unchanged.

Just a lot older.

"He's in the backyard." The old woman closed the door and led Jiang Hao to the backyard.

Walking slowly across the yard, Jiang Hao looked around.

Passing by a stone, he remembered that he was sitting here stealing food, looking forward to the future.

When he walked out of the house, his stepmother's scolding sounded faintly in his ears: "Eat, eat, you know what to eat, hurry up to work."

When he came to the backyard, Jiang Hao saw the place where firewood was piled up, which he was familiar with.

I slept here myself, and started chopping wood and cooking rice at the age of four or five.

Looking at these places, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

When he came back this time, he wanted to see the place and the people.

It's a pity that things are different.

"Old man~www.readwn.com~ This person seems to be looking for Jiang's family, tell him." The old woman brought the person over and went out.

Jiang Hao saw an old man in front of him who was still in good spirits, chopping wood slowly.

Hearing his mother-in-law's words, he looked at Jiang Hao slightly in surprise:

"Come looking for relatives?"

"Well." Jiang Hao nodded and said politely:

"I hope the old man can tell you one or two."

"It's been many years." The old man smiled and said:

"Let me think about what happened back then."

Jiang Hao did not urge, but took the other's hatchet and said:

"Think slowly, I'll chop the wood for you."

"You are really polite, you don't look like an ordinary person dressed like an ordinary person.

Have you ever done chopping wood? "The old man was a little surprised.

No matter how low-key Jiang Hao is, as a cultivator, he will not wear ordinary clothes.