Jiang Siming returned to Yuexuan, and Tang Yuehua arranged a room for him close to Tang San.
After all, Tang Yuehua was Tang San's aunt, and logically Jiang Siming's elder. No matter how dissatisfied she was with Jiang Siming, she couldn't openly target Jiang Siming. So Jiang Siming paid the amount.
, but didn’t say anything.
As night fell, Jiang Siming sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated.
"Dong dong dong" there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Siming opened the door, and it was Tang San, holding a beautifully crafted mask in his hand.
"Brother Siming, Aunt Yuehua made this." Tang San handed the mask to Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming was a little surprised, but his hand unconsciously took the mask.
Silky to the touch, the mainly white mask is embroidered with gold threads and looks noble and elegant.
Jiang Siming put on the mask and couldn't help but admire Tang Yuehua's craftsmanship and the accuracy of the materials. The mask was not only extremely transparent, but also very comfortable to wear. The mask blocked half of Jiang Siming's exposed skull, white and gold.
The exquisite mask combined with the handsome half of the face looks even more charming.
"Brother Siming, there is another one." Tang San said and took out a set of wigs.
Jiang Siming touched the hairless half of his head and reluctantly took the wig.
"Brother Siming! Aunt Yuehua said that if you want to stay in Yuexuan, you must learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting from her." Tang San scratched his head and said a little embarrassed.
This is obviously Tang Yuehua trying to make things difficult for Jiang Siming. After all, if a soul master is asked to learn these things, who would have put in the effort to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting if it weren't for a situation like Tang San's.
"Okay!" Jiang Siming thought for a while and finally agreed. Previously, he couldn't calm down and retreated at the Ice and Fire Eyes. This time, he had the opportunity to calm down his inner restlessness.
Jiang Siming put on a mask and wig and stood in front of the mirror. His whole temperament changed drastically.
"Mistress! Call me Kakashi from now on!" Jiang Siming looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, and suddenly made a seal to the second person in the mirror.
"Understood." Of course Tang San didn't understand Jiang Siming's plot and nodded. What Tang San was thinking of was that the name Jiang Siming was now well-known on the mainland and was too ostentatious.
"Thank you, mistress, and thank Aunt Yuehua for me," Jiang Siming said with a smile.
Tang San looked at Jiang Siming with the same smile, the relationship between the two had long exceeded the boundary of friends.
...
A year later, two handsome young men in Yuexuan were playing the guqin on the stage. Half of one of them's face was covered by a mask.
The aristocratic ladies wearing various gorgeous clothes below the stage looked at the two people on the stage with admiration. Amidst the melodious music, the audience seemed to be holding their breath, for fear of destroying the beautiful artistic conception.
As the last string was plucked, the audience burst into warm applause.
Jiang Siming and Tang San looked at each other and bowed in thought.
Facing the screams and blowing kisses of all kinds of beauties in the audience, Jiang Siming and Tang San were used to it.
In this year, Jiang Siming completely relaxed his body and mind for the first time since the battle in Wuhun Palace. Unexpectedly, his soul power cultivation would be twice the result with half the effort, and he had reached level 56 at this moment.
As for Tang San, because of Jiang Siming, he did not practice with Tang Hao for too long, and it took more than a year to get out of the killing system, but his level is almost the same as in the original work, and he has reached level 57 now.
, even one level higher than Jiang Siming.
Of course, if you really want to compare, the quality of Jiang Siming's soul power is far from what Tang San can match.
After the performance, Jiang Siming and Tang San found Tang Yuehua.
"Auntie, Brother Siming and I have to leave." Tang San looked at Tang Yuehua with some reluctance.
"Good boy, if you have any difficulties, you must tell your aunt." Tang Yuehua gently stroked Tang San's face. In her heart, Tang San was her own child.
"Auntie, goodbye." Jiang Siming also bowed his hands and said.
Tang Yuehua looked at Jiang Siming, with an indescribable feeling in his eyes. After getting along with Jiang Siming for nearly a year, Tang Yuehua always avoided Jiang Siming intentionally or unintentionally.
Jiang Siming was the first person to take advantage of her, but this dirty guy made an unintentional mistake, which aroused Tang Yuehua's competitiveness as a woman to a certain extent.
Tang Yuehua couldn't tell how she felt about Jiang Siming, but whenever she had such thoughts, the huge age gap made her a little intimidated.
Jiang Siming naturally saw what Tang Yuehua thought of him, but it was impossible for Jiang Siming to accept it just because others liked him. This would be unfair to himself, unfair to the other party, and even more unfair to Zhu Zhuqing.
Moreover, Jiang Siming believed that Tang Yuehua's feelings for Jiang Siming were due to the accident that night, and he mistook the embarrassment of their meeting for love.
After bidding farewell to Tang Yuehua, Jiang Siming and Tang San stepped out of this bustling city again.
The orioles were singing and the swallows were dancing, and laughter greeted each other. In the lively Yuexuan, there was a beautiful woman who was silent.
...
Returning to the valley again, the original dilapidated wooden house was refortified, and some rice was planted around the fence built next to the house. All kinds of flowers and plants were trimmed extremely smoothly, like a hermit's paradise.
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From a distance, Jiang Siming and Tang San saw the originally slovenly Tang Hao, who had now shaved off his messy beard and replaced his clothes that could no longer be mended.
Tang San saw the change in Tang Hao and hurriedly ran forward. Jiang Siming looked at everything around him. It was not in direct proportion to the desolation when he came last time, and he felt a little surprised in his heart.
Seeing Tang Hao with healthy hands and feet, he couldn't help but smile. It seemed that what he said last time had some effect.
"Dad!" Tang San looked at the smiling Tang Hao, tears welling up in his eyes unconsciously.
This was the first time he saw his father smile. Just a smile made this calm and tenacious boy cry.
"Man, why are you crying?" Tang Hao immediately scolded Tang San with a straight face, but this scolding was the harshness of a father that Tang San had not seen in a long time.
Jiang Siming did not break the atmosphere between the two people in front of him. Seeing Tang Hao and Tang San as fathers and sons, Jiang Siming couldn't help but think of his parents.
The mist slowly obscured Jiang Siming's sight, as if two rickety figures appeared in front of him again.
In the evening, Tang Hao carefully brought out a pot of Blue Silver Grass in the hut.
"Dad, why do I feel so cordial?" Tang San looked at his father in confusion.
Tang San unconsciously released the Blue Silver Emperor, and the pot of blue silver grass seemed to wrap around Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor in a rhythm.
"She is..." Tang Hao was about to speak.
The blue silver grass that originally entangled Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor stretched towards Jiang Siming with some eagerness.
In an instant, the air in the room suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Siming looked at the blue silver grass wrapped around the mini chaos clock in his palm and smiled awkwardly.
Jiang Siming just wanted to test whether his Chaos Bell had any effect on plant soul beasts.
Feeling Tang Hao's gaze, Jiang Siming always felt like he was teasing someone else's wife in front of them.