"Excuse me, is this Mr. Meng Qining?"
Mei Ling walked into Qizang Pavilion, and saw that the young man behind the cash register was immersed in embroidery, and his voice was trembling when he asked.
The young man raised his head, revealing a pair of big red eyes that looked like he had been crying, his voice also had a heavy nasal voice, his delicate face, and his heart-wrenching fragility made Mei Ling want to hold him in his arms. Comfort him well.
—Whose little shou is this, how can a swollen be so cute!
"I am. Welcome, what can I do?"
Gou Liang put down the handkerchief embroidered for Bi Xia, stood up, and looked at him with some doubts, holding back his smile just now, but now he couldn't see what he was enduring, and stared at him with burning eyes woman subconsciously clenched the embroidery needle in her hand.
Mei Ling, who is an elite on the surface, has always been very restrained in front of people. She pushed her eyes and smiled at Gou Liang: "Mr. Meng, my surname is Mei. That's it. I need a venue to take wedding photos. Sun Zhuozhuo recommended this place .”
"A Zhuo?"
"Yes, he said to report his name, and you will know that I am not a bad person."
"...It sounds like that bastard's original words."
While talking, Gou Liang sneezed hard at the beginning, "Sorry, Ms. Mei, I have a bit of a cold. Then shall we go up to see the venue now?"
"Wait a minute, my husband is coming—"
"Qining, here I come!"
"Azhuo? You??"
Gou Liang was surprised. Mei Ling's complexion changed, and she stepped on high heels and walked quickly towards the man behind Sun Zhuozhuo, fearing that Gou Liang would waste his imagination on herself and Sun Erhuo again.
Sun Zhuozhuo didn't notice this detail at all. He put his arms around Gou Liang's shoulder and said, "You guys already know each other, right? This is my cousin Mei Ling, and this is my cousin's husband Quan Zijie. They want to borrow your place to take vintage wedding photos. Buddy is the first to think of taking care of your business, isn't that interesting?"
Gou Liang glared at him ungratefully, this is an antique shop, not a special venue for retro-style shooting, thank you!
Pushing away his hand, Gou Liang immediately said with a smile to Mei Ling and his wife: "You two, please follow me upstairs."
Sun Zhuozhuo followed behind and said: "Cousin, let me tell you, my eyesight is not bad. Have you seen all the photos on my WE blog? The recent ancient photos are all taken here. Didn't you say that last time Is the screen inside particularly beautiful? It’s the treasure of the Qining store, and it feels really good to take pictures here—hey, why don’t you leave?”
Sun Zhuozhuo followed everyone's gazes, and then groaned.
"have a guest?"
Bi Xia stopped writing and looked at Gou Liang.
Gou Liang sneezed again, covered his nose and said, "Well, Bi Xia, please help pour a cup of tea for the guests. Miss Mei, Mr. Quan, this way please."
Gou Liang led them to the reception room. Mei Ling looked at Bi Xia who was almost unable to walk—a tall and handsome man wearing a white wide-sleeved robe with eye-catching black curve patterns on the cuffs and neckline. The appearance of writing calligraphy with wide sleeves and cantilever is so beautiful that it hits the soul directly. Now the gesture of pouring tea for them is even more gentlemanly and unparalleled!
Quan Zijie pinched her palm - your husband is here.
Sun Zhuozhuo gasped exaggeratedly, and lowered his voice to Gou Liang's ear: "Fuck, Qining, you actually have a beautiful man hidden in a golden house! Where did you come from? Isn't this too cool?"
Gou Liang was about to complain about him, when Mei Ling said excitedly to her husband in a suppressed voice: "So handsome, so handsome that I can't close my legs!"
Gou Liang: "..."
After pouring the tea, Bi Xia looked over and smiled slightly: "A-Ning, why don't you invite the guests over?"
Mei Ling became restrained, clutching Quan Zijie's hand tightly, and walked over reservedly.
Gou Liang sat down and had a sip of tea, and without being too polite to them, he said, "There are three rooms on the second floor, and the two rooms in front are open. You can look at them as you like, and you can also take pictures, but it's best not to Touch them."
His nasal voice was too strong, Bi Xia, who originally wanted to go back to practice calligraphy, turned around and walked to his side. Raising his hand to cover his forehead to test the temperature, Bi Xia said worriedly: "You still have a fever, why don't you ask the doctor... the doctor to check the pulse?"
Gou Liang took his other hand, put his whole face into his palm, pressed his cold palm against his hot face, Gou Liang sighed honestly: "It's so comfortable..."
The three of Sun Zhuozhuo made a shock at the same time.
Bi Xia squatted down, withdrew his hand from his forehead and supported his shoulders, and said, "How long will it take for the illness to recover?"
Gou Liang said: "It's just a common cold. I have a special medicine, and it will be cured after taking it."
Bi Xia said, "Then eat quickly."
Gou Liang: "Okay, then I have to sleep after taking the medicine, so you can entertain the guests for me."
Bi Xia: "Okay."
Gou Liang stood up, shaking his body, and Bi Xia quickly supported him.
Gou Liang looked at him pitifully: "A little dizzy."
Bi Xia hurriedly picked him up and strode back to the third room.
Yesterday, Gou Liang, who learned the truth, cried in his arms until he fell asleep, and held him tightly in his sleep. Once Bi Xia got back into the jade pendant, he began to cry uneasy, and Bi Xia had no choice but to throw himself into his trap. As a pillow. After hugging like this for a whole night, Gou Liang was successfully infected with the sinister aura of Bi Xia, causing the cold and evil to enter his body. Bi Xia was also accustomed to hugging this level of "skin-to-skin relationship".
"... Oh my god, I actually saw a living broken sleeve!"
When Bi Xia came out, she heard this sentence, and her footsteps paused slightly. He stepped forward, put away the words on the table, and said to them: "You three, please go your own way."
Mei Ling, who covered her mouth, was dragged by Quan Zijie to look at the shooting location.
The upper and lower floors of Qizang Pavilion are both 200 square meters in size. There are three rooms on the second floor, two of which are open and separated by wooden carved doors. Various antiques are placed on the display cabinets embedded in the wall. The decorations are dizzying, and the antique style of carved railings and jade bricks quickly attracted Mei Ling's attention.
Sun Zhuozhuo moved closer to Bi Xia, "Brother, what's your surname?"
Bi Xia recognized Sun Zhuozhuo, and knew that he was not only Gou Liang's friend but also the big customer of this small shop with little business, so he didn't neglect him: "Mian your surname is Bi."
Sun Zhuozhuo, who was slapped coldly: "..."
"Old Bi, right?" However, Sun Erhuo would not be scared away by this little setback, he winked and said, "When did you and our Qining get married? I didn't realize that he still has such potential , how did you bend him, it's too strong, buddy!"
Bi Xia didn't understand what he said, so she thought it over and said, "We met half a month ago."
Sun Zhuozhuo was shocked.
So Gou Liang, who had subsided the fever the next day, met Sun Zhuozhuo's eyes, "I didn't expect you to be such a Boss Meng", and was silent for a second. He said, "A Zhuo, I have something I want to ask you for help."
What Gou Liang asked was the origin of the bronze sword.
Sun Zhuozhuo had long unilaterally blocked profiteers and intermediaries, but monks could not escape the temple, so it was not difficult to find them. But unfortunately, as Gou Liang expected, the antique dealer who fooled Sun Zhuozhuo knew little about the origin of the sword, so he could only provide it to his previous family who sold it to him. Gou Liang followed the clues all the way and finally found the black market.
But that was more than a hundred years ago after all, the original tomb robber and the antique dealer who first-hand handled it have long since died.
Gou Liang originally wanted to get some clues from their descendants with some luck, but he didn't get a single word. After trying all means to find out the hometown of the tomb robber, he traveled far away non-stop, but it is a pity that tomb robbery is also a business that destroys the morality of the door. Back then, those tomb robbers died outside, leaving no descendants or relatives. On the contrary, some old people still remember them and know what they do, but they don't know anything about bronze swords.
Gou Liang returned disappointed.
It is related to the target, the information that can be found by the system is limited, and the person involved can't remember it. It is as difficult to find a needle in a haystack.
Bi Xia from Soul Cultivation Jade advised him: "Everything is according to fate, even if you can't find it, it doesn't matter."
Gou Liang silently held the Soul Cultivation Jade in his palm, and said in his heart, no more nonsense, I will cry for you, do you believe it or not
Gou Liang said: "The clues are still there. You still remember Heye and Linguo. Although there is no relevant information to check in the official history, there will always be clues about things that have existed. I believe that the emperor will pay off. If you work hard, you will find it.”
Bi Xia: "... I'm sorry, Anning."
Back home, Gou Liang was caught by Sun Zhuozhuo, "Something happened to Qi Ning!"
"Thank you, I'm fine." Gou Liang glanced at him, opened the door and said, "What made you so angry, your tone is so serious."
Sun Zhuozhuo breathed a sigh of relief at his palm, then waved his hand in disdain, and said: "I can't wait to see my mouth get sores. You don't know! My cousin-in-law, you have seen it." That Quan Zijie, he is dying!"
"On the second day after taking the wedding photos here, I started to get sick for no reason. At first, I was just dizzy and had a low fever, and then I fell into a coma. My cousin was crying, can I not worry Is it? Quan Zijie's parents thought he got something dirty at your place, and they came to the door several times. Fortunately, you didn't see anyone for a month, and you didn't answer your calls. If it wasn't for me, I tried to calm them down , you are now on the file of the Public Security Bureau, do you know that?"
Gou Liang was startled, "How could this happen?"
He had seen Quan Zijie's face. Although this person was not destined to be rich and powerful, he was destined to live a long life. Such an accident should not have happened.
Seeing Quan Zijie through the door of the ward, Gou Liang immediately frowned, his life was indeed changed, Yintang turned black, and a cloud of black air enveloped his whole body. This yin energy was so powerful that it should have killed Quan Zijie immediately, but he didn't know why he was still alive until now. Just as Gou Liang was about to take a closer look, laughter suddenly came from his ears.
"This man won't live long."
The speaker was very gloating, and when Gou Liang turned his head, what he saw was a car accident ghost with half of his head broken and hanging tremblingly around his neck.
"what!"
Gou Liang yelled, and Bi Xia's incorporeal body appeared in the Soul Cultivation Jade. As soon as the aura of the thousand-year-old ghost came out, the car accident ghost immediately jumped into the wall and escaped.
"Aning, are you okay?"
"Qining, what's your name? You look so ugly, what's wrong?"
Gou Liang rubbed his heart and said palely, "It's okay."
Bi Xia laughed at him: "You are also a descendant of a celestial master who hunts and slays demons, why are you still afraid of such things?"
Gou Liang whispered, "Ugly refusal."
Bi Xia thought of his death: "..."
Sun Zhuozhuo pulled him, "What are you talking about, we are going in now, you hide behind me. Auntie is not rational now, I am really afraid that she will beat someone."
After opening the door and entering, I found that besides Quan Zijie's parents, there were Sun Zhuozhuo's father and Master Zhang in the lounge of the senior room.
Master Zhang was also a little surprised when he saw Gou Liang, "Mr. Quan actually invited a good nephew. It just so happens that I'm not sure about your son's situation. Why don't you let good nephew Meng take a look."
Gou Liang said hello to him, shook his head and said, "Uncle Zhang, you misunderstood. I heard that Mr. Quan got sick after leaving my shop, so I came to take a look."
Sun Zhuozhuo hurriedly introduced Gou Liang to Mrs. Quan, who was much more refined than what Sun Zhuozhuo said. Although his face was a little gloomy, he didn't hurt anyone. He just said angrily, "Why did you bring him here?"
Seeing this, Master Wang hurriedly said: "Mrs. Quan, there must be some misunderstanding. There are countless geomantic treasures in the capital, Qizang Pavilion is the second, and no one dares to recognize the first. If it is true, you can meet dirty things there , who is still alive? Although this matter is weird, it has absolutely nothing to do with Nephew Meng Xian."
Mrs. Quan was taken aback for a moment, apologized to Gou Liang, and asked Master Wang anxiously: "Master Wang, do you think my son can still be saved now?"
"In my opinion, your son was killed by something evil. For now, the only way to find the root cause and eradicate it may save his life. But even so, it is difficult for your son to lose something If I find it, even if I escape by chance, I’m afraid I’ll have to stay in bed all year round, plagued by tuberculosis…”
Gou Liang looked at Quan Zijie, and after a closer look, he became more certain of his guess that Quan Zijie's situation was very bad.
But I don't know who is so powerful that he can snatch his life back from Lord Yan's hand. Although it can't be kept for long, it is not easy. And this is obviously not Master Wang's handwriting. The so-called one thing does not bother the two masters. It seems that Master Wang doesn't know that someone has already done something before him.
While he was thinking, Bi Xia teleported to Quan Zijie's side, stretched out his hand to grab a cloud of black air, paused, and said: "This hostile air is similar to a bronze sword, and the thing that hurt him should have something to do with the bronze sword. "
Gou Liang's eyes widened, what do you mean by stepping on iron shoes and finding nowhere to go, that's what it is called!
After hearing Master Wang's words, Mrs. Quan broke down in tears, and Mr. Quan said sadly, "Is there really no other way? My son is not yet thirty years old. How will he live?"
Sun Zhuozhuo was also anxious: "Yes, Uncle Zhang, please think of a way."
If Quan Zijie becomes like that, what will his cousin do!
Grandfather grabbed Sun Zhuozhuo and signaled him not to interrupt. Master Zhang said: "If there are other ways, why not try our best? It's just that my skills are still shallow, and what I can do is limited. If the two of you need it, I can do it." As a middleman, I will introduce some seniors for you..."
While talking, Mei Ling and her mother pushed the door open and entered.
They prayed for Quan Zijie's safety, and then they came back from the Buddhist temple. Mei Ling's complexion was not very good-looking, and she was helped by her mother to sit down. Grandfather introduced Master Zhang to them. Mrs. Mei's eyes lit up, "There is a way to save—"
Grandfather shook his head, and Mei Ling's mother and daughter's eyes suddenly dimmed.
Mrs. Mei took out the talisman from her handbag and said, "Mother-in-law, this is the talisman we asked for. The master consecrated it. Put it on Zijie."
Father Sun couldn't bear to see them crying all the time: "Master Zhang, it would be great if we could invite the masters you mentioned just now. If there is anything that requires our cooperation, we will not hesitate to say anything." .”
Master Zhang said: "Don't worry, little grandson, human life is at stake. If I can do my part, it is also a merit."
"I'm afraid, not necessarily."
Gou Liang interrupted him loudly.
Master Zhang turned around and said, "What's the meaning of this, nephew?"
"Uncle Zhang, Mr. Quan's methods are astounding, and he has already planned a way out for his son, but we don't need to worry about it."
Others were puzzled, but Master Zhang, who understood the deep meaning of his words, changed his face.
"Mr. Meng, why are you talking like that? We misunderstood you before, we were wrong, but don't make fun of my son's life!"
Mr. Quan said angrily.
Gou Liang smiled and said: "Mr. Quan, don't be so anxious. I have met your son twice before, and I have seen his face. He had a serious illness when he was two years old, and he was in a car accident when he was twelve. What I said is true. right?"
Mrs. Quan, who had put on the peace talisman for her son, turned her head to look at him suddenly when she heard the words, "Yes, you are right! Master, do you have a way to save my son?"
She went to the doctor in an emergency, and she didn't find anything wrong with her husband.
"Originally after experiencing these two catastrophes, Quan Zijie could live a smooth and long life. It's a pity that he bumped into something unclean. He should have died on the spot, but fortunately he carried a magic weapon on his body to replace him. Stopped a disaster." Gou Liang looked at Mei Ling, "Miss Mei should have given your husband a Jade Guanyin, right?"
"That's right, but not long ago he said he lost it."
Mei Ling looked at Gou Liang in surprise.
Gou Liang nodded and said, "Miss Mei sincerely begged for this Jade Guanyin. You hoped that your husband would be safe and healthy. This wish saved his life. Unexpectedly, someone is not only ungrateful, but also wants to use your life Exchange his life."
Mei Ling: "What does that mean?"
Mrs. Mei said in surprise: "What are you talking about, what happened to my daughter?!"
"Then you have to ask Mr. Quan."
Gou Liang looked at Quan Zijie's father with a cold look in his eyes: "I don't know which expert suggested Mr. Quan's brilliant move, to use my daughter-in-law and the fetus in her womb to exchange your son's life."