Huangtian City, Que Pavilion.
This is the house where the leader of Mering lived. It looks magnificent from the outside, but the furniture and accessories inside are actually very ordinary. It’s just that the floor space of this house is a bit ridiculous. If the walls, pillars, etc. are all smashed, All the rooms are connected, and it is estimated that hosting a football match is a no-brainer.
Rather than saying that living here is quiet, it is better to say that it is desolate and desolate. If you howl into the huge living room, there may be an echo... Of course, Shang Lingxue would not do this, but sometimes she would I thought, if a certain day Wang Xu came here, with this guy's character, it is possible to imitate Tarzan the ape and shout continuously for a while.
Someone walked quickly on the long porch, and a woman's voice sounded outside the door: "My lord, something is wrong." Her voice trembled a little, but it was unknown whether it was fear or panic.
Shang Lingxue replied calmly: "The ghost king wants to see me, right? Let him in."
"Yes..." She didn't ask why the lord knew what she hadn't said yet, she just answered and left quickly.
After about a cup of tea, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in." Shang Lingxue said.
The ghost king opened the door, a little unbelievable to the scene he saw at first sight. Lord Shang Lingxue of Moring, the "Seven" of the year, is currently wrapped in a mink fur coat, sitting by a stove, holding a small bowl in his left hand, and a pair of chopsticks in his right, staring at the stove A pot of unknown meat being cooked.
He closed the door, walked over on his own, moved a stool, sat down opposite Shang Lingxue, and said slowly with the sad temperament that seemed to be born with him: "Singing snake?"
"Well... I went out to catch it myself." She replied, and two seconds later, she seemed to think of something, and then raised her head and added: "I won't give it to you."
The Ghost King looked at Shang Lingxue with extremely complicated eyes, and finally sighed: "I never thought that, seeing you after many years, you would say something that only a senior brother would say."
Shang Lingxue picked up a piece of snake meat, blew on it lightly, and put it in her mouth. A blush quickly flew over her charming cheeks, followed by a contented expression, as if she was about to hiccup.
After enjoying the delicious food, she just replied, "Many years later? Have we met before?"
Ghost King said: "I am 'four', don't you remember?"
"I don't remember, I have forgotten everything before joining Muring." Shang Lingxue smiled and said, "What? Are you and I an old lover?"
The ghost king's tone became colder and colder: "You really look more and more like my senior brother."
She asked: "The senior brother you kept talking about, shouldn't you be referring to Wang Xu?"
The ghost king sighed again: "It seems that you really don't remember anything..."
Shang Lingxue also said seriously at this time: "I am not interested in the past, what I value... only the future."
"Not interested?" The ghost king snorted coldly: "Your future and past, the bond has never been severed, and the disposition of the soul has always remained the same, even if you think you are different, even if you have come to where you are today , but in my eyes..." He gradually became agitated: "You are still the 'seven', in this world, I most want... and the only soul I want to get rid of..."
Shang Lingxue continued to eat snake meat, with a leisurely look: "Oh? Then, it's not a lover, but an enemy? Then how did I become enemies with Lord Ghost King?"
The ghost king sat up straight and returned to his original calm appearance: "The purpose of my trip is to prevent you from having a bad memory and forget what you did back then, so I will tell you personally."
"How do I know if what you're saying is true or not? With your cultivation, I can't read your memory at all. What if the purpose of your trip... is actually to make up a story?"
"I never lied," was his answer, and it was a chilling truth.
"Okay, then let me hear what kind of story you 'never lie' ghost king can make up." Shang Lingxue had already finished eating the snake meat and was about to drink soup.
The ghost king said: "Those memories are already in your own heart. I will start from the beginning, maybe you will remember it yourself." Master Guiguzi Wang Xu has spent more than 150 years in the human world, and his knowledge and ability are beyond the reach of others. After many years of teaching in Guigu, he no longer remains in the world, and hides it with Taoism. The mountain gate, comprehend the secrets of heaven.
One year, Master went to Tiantan Mountain to visit friends, and found a baby in the mountain on the way home. The baby was lying in the tiger's lair, but the beasts did not hurt him. The master calculated that this child had a predestined relationship with him-very similar, very important, very good, very bad. This fate is exactly the same as when Master himself was born. The master thinks that this is an enlightenment given to him by the gods, which means that his time in the world may not be long, and this child is the one who is bestowed on him by the gods. So, the master took him back to Ghost Valley, raised him, and gave him all his legacy.
Ten years later, I entered the master's mountain gate. At that time, I was seven years old, and senior brother Wang was already ten years old, but he still couldn't speak. "
Shang Lingxue interrupted at this moment: "Wait, the Senior Brother Wang you are talking about should be Wang Xu's previous life. In this life, he and Guiguzi have the same name and surname. It is a fate, but at that time, he couldn't use the same name as Master. , you haven't said what his name is."
Ghost King said: "Call me a fool."
"Huh?" She had to ask, because the Ghost King's answer sounded like he was joking.
The ghost king is actually very serious: "Master is a weird person. He said that since he is not the parent of this child, he has no right to name him. As an adoptive father, this child can follow his surname Wang. When the senior brother grows up, he can call him whatever he likes." , to decide for himself.”
"Then why are you called a fool?"
"Senior brother and I are closed disciples, but there are other ordinary disciples in Guigu Sect. What do you ask them to call a ten-year-old child who can't speak?"
Shang Lingxue patted the table: "Can you call me a fool?!"
The ghost king was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood, "Oh, you can call me right?" Of course, it was impossible for him to say this, he just thought about it.
"I have always respected my brother, and I have never called him that. Those who call him a fool, how can I know how smart and talented my brother is. Those mediocre people, after seeing that I am the Prince of Zhao, think that I am extremely talented , must become a master, in fact, in my opinion, compared with my senior brother, I am more like a fool." The ghost king seemed to recall the past, and he couldn't help feeling a little emotional: "Master calls us to teach together every day. He would always ask me some questions during the period, and even if I answered fluently, I would not be praised, but Master would always praise his brother after finishing his homework every day.
At first, I couldn't help but think that the master was biased, but after less than a year, I realized that even if the senior brother doesn't say a word, his cultivation is still advancing rapidly, and there will always be an insurmountable gap between me and him...
In the tenth year of Qin Wangzheng, the master asked my senior brother and I to travel down the mountain by ourselves. At that time, I was sixteen years old, and my senior brother was nineteen years old, but he still hadn't said a word.
After I came down from the mountain, I traveled around the world, visited famous people from all over the world, and searched for friends in the mountains. And senior brother... unexpectedly went to the weak country of Yan and became a beggar. It was also that year that he met you. "