Hao Jingde did not continue to pursue Fugui, but returned to Haojiawan and cremated Qiulian's body.
After the villa was completed, the woman surnamed Bai did not move in immediately. She wanted to find someone locally to take care of the villa, so Hao Jingde stayed because of his excellent gardening skills.
His cultivation was much higher than Qi Yue's, and coupled with his deliberate concealment, Qi Yue could not see his anger at all, and always thought that he was just an ordinary person with some skills in flowers and trees.
Hao Jingde was waiting for Hao Fugui to come to the door again.
The "Golden Mirror Treasure Mirror" that was taken away by Hao Fugui was a fake. Hao Jingde knew in his heart that his son's cultivation level must have been quite high over the past many years, so he kept it.
Hao Fugui has not given up on "The Golden Mirror" for so many years, and he will never give up.
Who would have known that five or six years had passed and Hao Fugui never came back to look for him.
At this point, a turbid teardrop slipped out of the corner of Hao Jingde's eyes, and he sighed and said: "The biggest regret in my life is that I was not able to destroy that traitor's cultivation with my own hands. I'm sorry for that old lady."
I looked at Old Hao's distorted face with scars, thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Hao, have you ever thought that if he didn't come back to you, it might be because he has..."
I didn't say anything else, maybe he already understood.
No matter how much Old Hao hates his son, Hao Fugui may be the last bloodline of the Hao family.
Old Hao was stunned for a moment, then looked up at me, his eyes a little cloudy.
After a long time, his lips trembled and he asked: "You mean, he is dead?"
I didn't shake my head or nod. I was silent and said, "I have a friend. His master is Mr. Black. I don't know his specific name. People call him Mr. Yan, but his age is somewhat similar to your son's.
No, your son should be in his early thirties. When I met Mr. Yan two years ago, he looked already in his forties."
"You can't tell the age of a practitioner." Old Hao looked at him and said, "If you practice evil magic and the backlash damages your life span, you will look much older than your actual age. Girl, what are you doing?
What kind of person is Mr. Yan who arrived?"
I told Lao Hao about Gu Xiwen and Mr. Yan.
During the entire narration, Old Hao remained silent, with no trace of sadness or joy on his face.
After we finished speaking, none of us spoke anymore, and the air in the room seemed to suddenly freeze.
"Retribution, this is all retribution!" After a long time, Old Hao suddenly murmured, then raised his head and laughed.
The air moved again and became strange.
Old Hao's laughter was worse than crying.
After a long time, he suddenly stood up tremblingly, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant, staggered to a table, picked up three sticks of incense, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner and said: "Old woman, did you hear that? That traitor
He's dead, he's dead, finally someone will avenge you and Xiao Shuang Xiaoquan!"
After saying that, Lao Hao's voice suddenly changed and he coughed violently. He bent down and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his nose and mouth.
"Uncle Hao!" I rushed up to support his trembling body, not knowing how to comfort him.
Even the most powerful parents are defenseless when it comes to their children.
"I'm fine!" Old Hao waved his hand slightly, and pulled up the corner of his mouth to reveal a bitter smile that was uglier than crying, "My child, do you hate him?"
I moved my eyes away from Lao Hao's face, lowered my head and said nothing.
Of course I hate Mr. Yan, but I can't blame him. Old Hao and his wife have a much harder time than me.
They don't even know who to hate, maybe they hate themselves more.
I helped Old Hao sit back on the chair, poured a glass of water and handed it to his lips and said, "Uncle Hao, please drink some water!"
After drinking some water, Lao Hao's mood seemed much calmer.
It's just that his eyes were completely gray, without the sparkle he saw in the past.
"It seems that the jars prepared for Xiaoshuang and Xiaoquan will only keep them empty forever."
It turned out that two of the three urns on the table were empty.
Old Hao turned his head to look at the urn on the table with empty eyes and said: "I have already washed my hands in a golden basin, and I only intend to give you that book to see your fortune and providence.
, since it is the traitor who owes you, old man, I will help you today, which can be regarded as paying off the cause and effect for him!"
As he spoke, Old Hao took out two small, half-moon-shaped bronze chopsticks from his body. The chopsticks were shiny and round, and one could tell at a glance that they had been touched countless times. The fifteen-level horizontal lines on the convex surface represented the twelve hours and the three realms.
, the plane is engraved with the Nine Palaces and Bagua, and it looks like it has some age at first glance.
Old Hao muttered something and gently threw the cup on the table.
The first hexagram, Sheng Xiao.
The second hexagram is Xiao Xiao.
The third hexagram, Sheng Xiao.
During this period of time, I worked hard to study the things in "The Golden Mirror Treasure Mirror" and gradually gained some knowledge about divination. I used to see my fourth uncle and grandma use three copper coins to do divination. This was the first time I saw someone using a 筶.
Come on, I seem to understand a little bit.
Lao Hao didn't explain anything to me. He picked up the two bronze choppers from the table, handed them to me and said, "Take these. I won't teach you how to use them. Can you understand?
It depends on your luck."
I was stunned and quickly declined: "Uncle Hao, this is too expensive. I can't ask for anything more from you. You have already helped me too much."
Old Hao put the bronze chopper on the table, turned around and walked into the inner room, saying as he walked: "This is the last divination for me in this life. This thing will be of no use to me in the future. If you
If you really don’t want it, just throw it away.”
Seeing what Lao Hao said, it would be too pretentious for me to refuse any more, so I silently picked up the pair of bronze chopsticks on the table and held them in my hands.
"Thank you!" I bowed to Lao Hao's back.
Old Hao paused, "Don't keep doing these useless things. I don't need them either. Just go! Wait for me under that tree at three o'clock tonight."
After saying this, Lao Hao's voice and shadow disappeared into the dark inner room.
His back seemed to be more rickety.
I walked out of the wooden house silently and closed the door gently. Sean was sitting at the door of the house, looking at me with bright eyes.
"Sean, let's go!" I said softly to Sean.
In order not to cause more trouble to Lao Hao, I took a circuit from the garden back to the villa.
Mrs. Chen had already prepared dinner and was standing at the door of the villa looking around in the garden.
When he saw Sean and I, he smiled unnaturally and said, "Young lady, the rice is ready and the soup is stewed. Go and eat it while it's hot!"
When I walked into the villa, I saw two stir-fried vegetables and a bowl of soup on the dining table.
The aroma is alluring, exuding the sweetness of fresh blood.
Smelling the fragrance, my stomach seemed to be getting hungrier, and the blood all over my body started to feel slightly hot. This chapter has been completed!