Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 911: The ninety-fourth bowl of soup (1)

The ninety-fourth bowl of soup (1)

Master, you old bastard!

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Qing Huan has left Zhong Xun's world, but she is still in a state of bewilderment until now. She was full of joy, thinking about what the apprentices would say to herself, maybe something like, master, where have you been? We miss you so much, master you are amazing, we will always worship you, master no matter where you are, we will I will find you... and so on, but I never imagined that the thing that was passed down by those **** before they died, and was passed down by the outside world as the most mysterious power of Meng Po's lineage, is just such a sentence.

To call her an old bastard!

You **** can't do it, what does it mean to add an old word? ? ? ?

Qing Huan felt that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were hurting. Those dead children depended on her. If she knew that she was going to leave, she would have to be troubled. Are they okay? ? ?

Fortunately, these children are much cuter now. She taught them a few days before they disappeared. Although they disappeared, because of the first experience of being scolded as an old bastard, Qing Huan chose to observe secretly. This time not only Not scolded, but also admired and praised!

Everyone has their own way of living. Opportunity is something that can't be met. Destiny can't be changed, but it can be changed, but it depends on the person itself. Most people live a mediocre life and change their lives against the sky, which will only lead to serious and serial consequences. So far, everyone who has come to Naihe Bridge has this in common.

Some people were able to reach Naihe, but in the end they missed it;

Time is also life.

Zhong Xun has a saying that is right, fate is in your own hands, because fate belongs to everyone.

I just hope he can continue to live as a good policeman in the future. Qing Huan is not worried, Zhong Xun is not a fragile person, and having experienced such a thing will only sharpen his character, and maybe there will be adventures in the future.

But most people, most people in the world, are still in their destiny.

She got what she wanted from Zhong Xun, but Zhong Xun didn't know it.

Qing Huan looked at the light ball emitting a warm glow in the palm of her hand, and she was slightly dazed. This was an extra thing on Zhong Xun's body, which had been dormant in his soul, almost merging into one. It wasn't until Zhong Xun realized that the world was not as simple as he imagined, that Qing Huan had a chance to peel off. She was contemplating when she suddenly noticed that there was a foreign object approaching, and then she turned the palm of her hand to put away the light group, and then grabbed——

Icy cool and fluttering, a wandering soul.

She didn't want to care, these wandering spirits are all newly dead people, wandering around the corpse, just waiting for the spirit guide to lead them to reincarnation. But there seems to be something wrong with this one. It is obviously a newly dead person, but why is it like a living soul?

The living soul refers to the soul that is separated from the body, that is, the body is still alive, but the soul is no longer there. But the living soul in Qinghuan's hands has the appearance of death. How is it possible that these two are contradictory?

She released her hand and asked the soul, "What's the matter with you?"

Shenghun looked at a loss, Qing Huan thought it was an ordinary wandering soul, but who knew that it was floating towards her, so she let her grab it, and after grasping it, she realized that it was not a wandering soul but a living soul, which is strange Yes, it is also this soul that has good fortune to meet her.

It seems that she doesn't remember her past life.

I am afraid that there is no ghost in this world, Qing Huan thought about it, took a handful of soil under her feet, and took the water from the Wangchuan River out of thin air.

After the soul entered the clay figurine, it instantly seemed to have aura. "Where am I? You, who are you?"

"My name is Qing Huan, how about you? Why are you here?"

"I..." The clay figurine frowned vividly, "I..." A lot of memories rushed into her mind, but it didn't hurt at all, because she was just a little clay figurine now. Although this clay figurine is very cute, it is just a clay figurine, and it is only a tiny bit the size of Qing Huan's palm.

"Master..."

"Huh?" Qing Huan was stunned for a moment. Could it be the aftermath of Zhong Xun's world? Is she now full of the master's light, so that a soul wants to be a teacher when she sees it?

"Master...Master...Master!" The clay figurine's voice was shrill, and he even burst into tears, "Master...Master..."

...I don't think she's calling her. This tone, this cry, does not seem to be calling for a master, but rather like a lover.

"I was wrong, I don't dare to be self-willed and disobedient anymore, Master don't leave me, Master..." The clay figurine kept crying, and Qing Huan was afraid that she would invite the wolf in a while, so she closed the surrounding space first. Not long after she arrived in this world, before she could find what she was looking for, she encountered such a daredevil.

He reached out and touched the head of the clay figurine, and comforted: "Don't cry anymore, what happened? What happened to your body?"

The clay figurine was soothed by this gentle tone, and then said in a trance: "My body...not mine..."

"Huh?"

It was already dark, Qing Huan didn't mind sleeping in the wild, but she didn't want the little clay figurine to cry anymore. Really, it was so pitiful, and her ears hurt when she cried. "You have to make it clear to me first, and then I will know how to help you." This life and soul should not die, but why has the appearance of death, this is what makes Qing Huan puzzled.

No one will love her anymore. She thought she could only be a lonely ghost, no one could see or hear, but on such a desolate night, a pair of gentle He held her up in his hands, caring about what happened to her. But how will she speak? That kind of memory, she wished she had to think about it, she died thoroughly, and she could tell herself to have another beautiful dream.

She was an orphan and was abandoned in a mass grave since she was a child. A kind-hearted old beggar picked her up and raised her with her.

It is difficult for the old beggar to beg for food on his own, and it is even more difficult to support her. As he gets older, he can't grab other strong beggars, so he can only beg for scraps. down.

The old beggar didn't read or read, so he called her the girl, and the girl called him grandpa. The grandparents and grandchildren depended on each other until the winter when the girl was five years old.

They spent the night in a dilapidated temple, but when they woke up the next morning, no matter what the girl called, Grandpa ignored her. She doesn't know what death is, but she only knows that grandpa keeps saying: "I'm dead, what about our girl?"

What is death?

But grandpa suddenly stopped moving. He didn't care how she cried. It wasn't like this before. When she cried, grandpa came to coax her in distress. The girl cried and cried. On the cold winter night, her voice was hoarse, the snow was flying, and the cold wind was howling. No one knew that a little girl had lost her only relative in the ruined temple.

But at this moment, a carriage approached. In the snow and ice, the white carriage seemed to descend to the earth like a fairy, and stopped in front of the broken temple.

Although the girl is five years old, she is so small because she doesn't have enough food and clothing. She is skinny and skinny. The girl is very obedient and filial. In fact, my grandfather was very weak a few months ago. Sometimes I would sleep for several days after sleeping. The girl went out every day to beg for food, trying to find herbs to treat my grandfather. Telling stories, but grandpa doesn't talk.

She was sitting beside her grandfather's body, crying loudly. The roaring cold wind was mixed with the ruined temple. Her little arm exposed outside the tattered cotton jacket was bruised and swollen from the cold.

Then, someone walked in.

That was the first time the girl saw Master.

He looks like a fairy, clean, handsome, and gentle.

He didn't care about the dirt on her body, he just bent down and picked her up, took the grass off her head, looked at the dead old man on the ground with pity, and said to the servant who was following him: "I will The old man was buried deeply.”

Then asked the girl: "Although your grandfather is gone, but I will accompany you in the future, are you willing to take me as your teacher?"

The girl doesn't know what a master is. She looked at her grandfather eagerly and kept crying. The master still coaxed her gently and carried her into the carriage. It was so warm in the carriage, and there were a lot of delicious food. Master used several handkerchiefs to wipe her dirty little hands clean and picked up a soft cake. The girl was so hungry that she hesitated for a few seconds, then hugged the soft cake and nibbled it.

This is the first time she has eaten enough in several years. Grandpa always left her food. She worried about grandpa and stuffed it with grandpa. As a result, neither grandfather nor grandson could get enough to eat.

Master took her to a very beautiful place. It wasn't the ice and snow outside, but there were many beautiful flowers blooming, butterflies flying all over the sky, and the fragrance filled the air. The master carried her into a large house, and a person sitting on a chair saw her and asked, "Is that her? Did you find it?"

Master hummed.

After a long, long time, the girl knew what that sentence represented.

She grew up carefree by her master, who treated her very well, taught her to read and write, play the piano, draw, play chess and write poetry, and changed her name to Tao Tao.

In Tao Tao's heart, Master is the most powerful person in the world. He knows everything, is so gentle, and treats her so well. She really wants to be with Master forever!

She likes Master very, very much. If possible, she would never marry and stay by Master's side.

It would be nice if it could go on like this forever.

But why let her know the terrible truth?

There is a painting in Master's study, which is never opened.

Master has a set of faded clothes that he never wears and never touches.

Master can play a nice flute, but he never teaches Tao Tao, nor does he play it to her.

Master is always thoughtful.

Master always plays the flute alone in a bamboo forest.

Master always looks into the distance.

What does that represent, the girl Taotao doesn't understand, she is like a moth to a fire, burning her body desperately.