The first thousand and forty-nine chapters are difficult to choose
"Two news, one good and one bad, which one do you listen to?"
Which one should I listen to?
This sentence is not good news to Xiang Que in the first place. If it is related to the children's affairs, it is good. If there is only a hint of bad news, it will be bad news. Originally, a pot of soup is quite delicious, but because
The soup will be completely stinky after one drop of mouse droppings. You can't drink half of the soup and then throw away the remaining half with the mouse droppings. The whole pot of soup will be completely ruined.
Xiang Que's face turned gloomy instantly. Even if he found an experienced person, he couldn't be kind?
"Do you still remember that girl Qing Ling wanted to take care of you when you asked for the essence and blood of that zombie in the Qilian Mountains, but you later gave her gold-eating silkworm powder?" The old Taoist suddenly asked an irrelevant question.
Xiang Que was stunned for a moment and thought about it carefully. Back in the Qilian Mountains, he and Wang Kunlun fought the corpse king in order to remove the corpse poison from Fatty Wang's body. What they wanted was the essence and blood in his heart. At that time, not only did they want
, people from Kunlun Sect and Jingci Temple also went there.
Because of his old ways, the corpse king did not give the essence and blood in his heart to Xiang Que. Instead, he handed over the gold-eating silkworm snatched from the Dunan Miao Village. The Taoist nun named Qing Ling reportedly asked for this thing in order to refine it.
What kind of elixir was there? It was useless to ask Xiang Que for the gold-eating silkworm, so he gave it to him for the sake of the old man.
Xiang Que hummed and said, "Remember."
The old Taoist laughed and said: "Everything in the world is connected by cause and effect. The gold-eating silkworms you sent out were brought back to Jingci'an in Tianshan. Do you know what Jingci'an is good at? Qingling
After returning to Tianshan Mountain, your gold-eating silkworm was refined into a furnace of elixirs that can cure all kinds of strange poisons in the world. You, a little girl, were hit with two head-lowering spells in total, and one of them was also treated with a kind of poison, which happened to be able to
Overtaken by the gold-eating silkworm"
Xiang Que blinked, paused for a moment, and then asked quietly: "Is this the good news?"
"This poison can be cured, but the method is quite complicated. I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort. It's not very good news. As for the bad news..." The old Taoist looked a little sad when he said this.
Qi Ranran, after all, Xiang Que's children are also his experienced juniors, and they are part of the same family.
Xiang Que frowned, feeling that he had to accept this cruel fact after all. No matter how ugly the words were, he had to listen to them. Just straighten your back and don't lie down.
The old Taoist sighed and said slowly: "You must have noticed that the child's destiny has been changed, and his destiny has been rewritten, resulting in constant bad luck. This is only an early sign of the child, because he is still young and has not completely broken out.
But as she gets older, her luck will completely explode. The so-called bad luck is to put it lightly. She will definitely be a lone star and a widower in her life. She will not die but live.
But we will no longer be human beings and ghosts, and we will live a miserable life."
There is a kind of sadness that cannot be described in words. Just like when Yang Guo created that sad palm, people are so sad that they lose all hope. Xiang Que is in this state at this time.
The Taoist's words made Xiang Que realize that his whole life might be ruined.
The lone star of destiny, the loneliness of being a widower, coupled with bad luck, this may be the most dilapidated numerology in the world.
Wanwan is still young and there is nothing unusual about her. At most, she is just unlucky in abducting people. But as she gets older, the signs of her numerology being rewritten will appear in full.
Frail and sick, withholding relatives, disabled, everything goes wrong, and alone, even if she can't even drink cold water, her teeth will be choked and she will fall down while walking.
In the endless pain, but unable to escape.
Even if this person commits suicide and ends his life, entering the underworld is just the beginning of another painful life and another reincarnation.
The corners of Xiang Que's mouth twitched a few times, and he was so exhausted that he seemed to have aged several years.
No matter how good his life is, it never ends well. This is even more maddening than Xiang Que's personal experience.
If possible, Xiang Que would rather swap roles with Wanwan and bear this son of a bitch's fate for him, rather than wanting his child to be like this for the rest of his life.
"Pfft" Xiang Que bent his legs again and said pitifully: "Master, I will keep going forward if I can. I just ask you to point out a way..."
The old Taoist looked at him with a complicated expression, frowned and said: "Hey, why are you doing this? If I can do something, will I refuse?"
Xiang Que raised his head and pursed his lips and said, "Is there really no solution?"
"..." The old man looked at him silently.
At this time, Xiang Que began to feel confused again. If his mind was a little clearer, he could judge from the old Taoist tone and expression that he did not say anything to death, but Xiang Que's mind had long been destroyed.
It was covered up, everything was in disarray, and even the most basic judgment was lost.
There was silence in the room. Xiang Que stood up sadly and took the child from the Taoist nun's hand, holding it in his arms. He didn't even dare to lower his head to look at the finished little face.
"You should have a good rest first, and I will tell you what to do tomorrow." After saying this, the Taoist nun turned and left the house.
The old Taoist then glanced at Xiang Que with complicated eyes and followed him out.
Outside, the old Taoist, the Taoist nun, and Qing Ling looked at each other in confusion.
The Taoist nun frowned and asked: "There is obviously a way, why don't you mention it?"
The old man crossed his arms, sighed, and said in embarrassment: "He can't bear it, why should I mention it? I saved this child but suffered him. Do you think this is a suitable deal? Another one, this
For more than a year, he can no longer worry about foreign affairs, otherwise it will delay important events."
"Aren't you afraid that he will blame you if he finds out in the future?"
The old Taoist said calmly: "Is it possible? Is he so ignorant?"
In terms of understanding Xiangque, it is definitely not his parents or friends around him, but the Taoist priests of Gujing Temple, his uncle, and his senior brother.
The two head-lowering techniques on Wanwan's body are unsolvable in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of experienced practitioners, they can be solved!
The ancient well temple has been passed down for more than two thousand years since the elders of Huangshi Gongzhen. The rich heritage of more than two thousand years cannot solve a mere head-lowering technique?
That's obviously impossible.
It's just that the cost of solving these two head-lowering techniques is so high that Xiang Que simply can't afford it. The veteran feels that this is not an equal deal at all.
It's like a person falls into a river, and another person jumps in to save him. The person who falls into the river is saved, but the person who saves him dies. How do you think this matter is calculated?
Is it appropriate for one person to live and another to die?
Therefore, the old Taoist did not want to mention this matter to Xiang Que at all. The head-lowering technique to attract hundreds of ghosts can be solved. As for the remaining head-lowering technique, the child can only bear it alone.
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