Wang Siyuan's old disease relapses, and his life is coming soon?

When he heard this news, Meng Qi was quite surprised. As a true immortal, the Dharma body had already walked the ladder in half a step, and was close to a true immortal. No matter what disease he had, he should have recovered long ago. The reason why Wang Siyuan was sick was because he was backfired by the way of heaven. As long as he did not die, logically speaking, there would be no loss of control before the fifty limit.

Moreover, Wang Siyuan's level of demonicity is far greater than that of every ancestor who has achieved the Dharma body of the Wang family for thousands of years. He probably did not give in to the sages of the Sage when he was young. In addition, he had accumulated a lot of accumulation and used himself to get rid of the hidden dangers of the Demon Buddha. There are still many years left before the deadline. The road ahead is bright and open, and breakthroughs are expected. How could the old disease suddenly recur?

After being surprised, Meng Qi's first thought was that Wang Siyuan was planning. As for what arrangement to plan and who to target, there was insufficient news and it was difficult to judge.

Of course, it is also possible that Wang Siyuan did something secretly, which caused the backlash in advance.

Meng Qi's thoughts were ups and downs, nodded slightly, and said to Ruan Yushu: "Young Master Wang has been kind to me for a long time, so I have to go to Guangling to explore."

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The accumulation of history and the presentation of time are Meng Qi's feeling of walking deep in the ancestral home of Wang's family in Jiangdong. Some mottled traces do not appear to be corrupt, but instead reveal the foundation of the Wang family's eternal experience.

"Please ask for it, Master Su." A round-faced maid led Meng Qi through the courtyard hall, into the inner courtyard, and stepped into Wang Siyuan's wing room.

This place is the same as the ordinary rich family. It is covered with thick Western carpets. Even if the martial arts are low, the sound of footsteps is hard to hear when walking. There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, with different meanings and postures. It is written by the ancestors of the Wang family. The windows are tightly closed, and the copper furnace is full of smoke. The smell of sandalwood is quiet and calm but not rich, but it is like a real disease that fills the room. At first glance, it is the strong man who is in the convergence of the inside and outside that has lost control of himself and affected the world.

The screen was removed, and the black wooden bed appeared in Meng Qi's eyes. Wang Siyuan had been helped up by the maid. He leaned against the pillow and tied his head with a sick belt. He became more and more slim and beautiful. With his slender and beautiful appearance as a woman, it seemed that he would fall apart when the wind blew.

"Cough cough cough." Wang Siyuan coughed violently a few times, as if even his internal organs were about to cough out, which made people feel creepy. It took him a long time to calm down and said, "Why should you visit someone who is about to die?"

Meng Qi smiled: "This is not the eldest son of Wang I know."

"You know, cough, what is Mr. Wang like?" Wang Siyuan's eyes were cast, his pupils were slightly divergent, and he was confused, just like an ordinary person who was waiting to die of serious illness.

Meng Qi kept his smile and said seriously: "The eldest son of Wang I know believes that he will not survive without being crazy. He will never wait quietly for death and will be depressed. He may use his life as a bet as a bait to create a life and death situation, and he doesn't care at all."

Wang Siyuan curled his lips with difficulty: "You, do you think I can cloth, cough cough, what kind of life and death situation?"

"If you can guess your chess game based on the current news alone, you will be lying to 'all up all the people'." Meng Qi stopped in front of the removed screen.

Wang Siyuan took a few deep breaths, as if he had recovered a little of his spirit: "If you really want to make a plan, you can see that you want to make a plan, that's also a failure. Sometimes human power is poor. Many powerful people in the past, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my body is like this, and my life should be like this."

His speech was a little smooth for a moment, which almost made Meng Qi suspect that he was looking back.

Without waiting for Meng Qi to speak, Wang Siyuan smiled faintly: "Do I thank you for your family precepts?"

"You?" Meng Qi was shocked. Wang Dashang actually knew that he had returned to the Middle Ages!

Which Dharma Body told him, or did the saints have some legacy?

Wang Siyuan coughed violently again, spitting blood into the copper basin next to him, and spitting several times before saying, "The Sword Saint Su Meng is famous in the middle ages and is humble and indifferent, how can he not hear it? Moreover, the ancestor of the family left a few words, mentioning the matter of Jade Emperor Mountain, and highly praised the masters of the surname Su, saying that they were deeply inspired, but they did not realize it in the past, but now they think about it, and naturally understand it."

He said frankly and bluntly, without eschewing the maid next to him, and was very confident that the news would not be leaked.

Meng Qi could only laugh dryly about this.

Wang Siyuan did not say much about this, but instead withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes tiredly: "Is Guldo dead? Did the Tianzhu Axe save him?"

"He is indeed dead, and the Tianzhu Axe escapes by itself." Meng Qi said simply.

Wang Siyuan did not open his eyes and said with a smile: "When time comes, heaven and earth work together, but heroes are not free."

After saying that, he shook his head, as if he could no longer bear the long conversation. The half-step Dharma body that could not eat or drink for a long time actually showed lack of energy: "You stay at the Wang family tonight tonight, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow there is something to discuss with you."

"Okay." Meng Qi did not refuse.

"Hexiang, take Chief Su to stay in Tianji Tower for a while." Wang Siyuan ordered the maid who had a round face.

The maid responded respectfully and led Meng Qi to the room. When she was about to reach the door, Meng Qi heard Wang Siyuan say self-deprecatingly: "I have no friends in my life. After the old disease recurs, except for the family of sects, I will send people to visit you, and you will have to visit alone."

Hiss, Meng Qi took a light breath. This was not like the normal tone of Master Wang. The more you taste it, the more meaningful it felt when combined with the previous words.

Could it be that his true life is not long and he wants to play with a big deal?

As his thoughts turned, Meng Qi followed the round-faced maid Hexiang through the courtyard and arrived at a two-story building, which was blue-gray, simple but ordinary.

"Tianji Tower is not far from the core of our Wang family. Master Su must not walk at will. If you want to go out, call the little maid to lead the way." Hexiang opened the door of the building and said with a smile.

The building is elegantly decorated, without the decay of not staying for many years, nor the anger of frequent guests, and it seems extremely quiet. Meng Qi climbed the stairs and walked to the second floor, asking casually: "When did the Lord Wang stay in bed?"

"About twenty days ago, something went wrong during practice, old diseases, old diseases recur..." Hexiang said, and suddenly splashed his eyes.

Meng Qi did not ask again, and stepped into the second floor with his hands in his arms. Looking into the distance, the nearby waterside garden was full of eyes. However, the pines and cypresses were green not far from the left, surrounding an ancient building, which looked extremely solemn and solemn.

"Where is it?" Meng Qi asked.

He Xiang calmed down and said, "That is the ancestral hall of our Wang family."

Ancestral Hall? Meng Qi nodded slightly, entered the room, meditated cross-legged, and waited for the coming day.

The sun sets westward and the night is getting darker. Meng Qi's spirit naturally covers the surroundings and feels the tranquility of the night. No one is walking around nearby, only He Xiang stands outside the door.

The dark clouds cover the moon, and the third day has arrived. The dark ink that seems to be incomplete late at night. Meng Qi seems to be quiet but not quiet, connecting with the "H-I'm Mark".

ah!

Suddenly, a scream came into his ears, hoarsely as if he had encountered something extremely terrible and could only bear it. With Meng Qi's cultivation level, he couldn't help but shivered.

As soon as the figure flashed, Meng Qi appeared outside the door, looking at He Xiang who was conscious and said, "What's going on with the scream just now?"

He Xiang suddenly showed a sorry expression: "It was the little maid who was neglected and did not remind Master Su that if my ancestors of the Wang family had achieved success in the Dharma body, they would make such a scream when they sat in the transformation. Everyone said it was a punishment of the way of heaven. When they entered the ancestral hall, a little obsession remained, and the screams echoed at times, but it would gradually decrease as time goes by. It is normal to hear screams occasionally."

Before the Wang family's Dharma body sat in the transformation, they would make such a terrible scream? Meng Qi suddenly thought of the words of several saints before leaving: the more you see the truth, the more you can't help it. It seems to be flamboyant, and there are many benefits. In the end, you will have to pay it back, with the principal and the benefit...

"There should be no saints in these screams, right?" Meng Qi asked inadvertently.

"Well, the ancestor of several saints died in other places, and only his clothes and clothes entered the ancestral hall." Hexiang answered truthfully.

"When was the remaining scream from which Dharma body first?" Meng Qi asked casually.

He Xiang thought about it and was about to answer, when another scream came from the ancestral hall. The ancient vicissitudes seemed to penetrate the ages, mixed with extreme fear, Meng Qi almost felt creepy.
Chapter completed!