Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The eleventh bowl of soup (1)

"I thought that the most important thing in his life was the Buddha, but I didn't expect that the most important thing to him was a woman." The female ghost Haitang said quietly after sobering up. "It's not that I'm bad, it's just that I'm not the person he likes."

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, looking at Qing Huan with a hint of sadness. "Thank you for making this clear to me."

Qing Huan's eyes were also indifferent, "Drink up this soup, let's go."

"Aren't you reluctant?" The female ghost Haitang asked before picking up the soup bowl, eagerly, as if she wanted to prove that this mysterious and powerful woman was just like herself. "Won't you miss him? He loves you so much and treats you so well..."

"The past has passed, the future has not yet come, I only exist in the present." Qing Huan smiled slightly. Love has never been something that can hold her back. In her eternal life, love is just a beautiful process, not the final outcome.

She enjoys and loves this kind of loneliness, but at the same time she has learned open-mindedness and calmness from Xuanji. Confusion or loneliness, she has it all, all she has to do is to find answers for confusion and company for loneliness.

But the female ghost Haitang couldn't understand. She looked at Qing Huan, and seemed to understand a little bit why Xuan Ji was attracted to her. After a long while, she drank the soup and walked slowly towards the dark side.

That will be a new cycle.

You see, as long as you let go, nothing is impossible.

Qing Huan smiled lowly, she sat down at the table and started to boil a new pot of soup. Jiguang and Xiaohei were chasing and playing in Zhuangzi. After the female ghost Haitang set foot on the road of reincarnation, they ran out and rubbed her legs in attachment. I don't know who learned it from, maybe because of the reason that Jiguang became a cat before, Jiguang's meow now is all meow. Because of his chubby body, short legs, and poor running, Mo Ze has been sitting in Qing Huan's arms.

Such a quiet and comfortable time did not last long, because soon, the soul-calling flags began to whistle, the bell rang loudly, and the little ones disappeared like fish slipping into the bottom of the lotus leaf. The speed was fast, but it was just the blink of an eye.

Although I'm a little embarrassed, but... these three all have super cute appearances, Qing Huan just wanted to laugh when they saw it.

The ghost in red from a distance approached, and Qing Huan realized that she was not wearing red, but that her clothes were dyed red with blood, but the strange thing was that from the outside, she There were no visible wounds on his body.

As soon as she saw Qinghuan, the female ghost rushed over, knelt in front of Qinghuan, raised her head and begged, "Is the girl a fairy? Please help me!"

Actually, she is not an immortal, but there is no need to explain to the female ghost. "What do you wish for?"

"My master and three senior brothers, the immortals beg you to save them! I'm worried, I'm worried..." The female ghost suddenly became flustered and shook her head, but she couldn't say a word. Apparently he suffered a huge blow during his lifetime. Seeing this, Qing Huan stretched out her finger and lightly tapped between her eyebrows, and the female ghost fell down in response.

A snow-white figure slowly appeared on the bridge, and said cheerfully, "Take her to Liwangtai for resettlement."

"Yes."

Mo Ze took the initiative to turn into a red light and spread out on the table, Qing Huan quietly watched the life of the female ghost above, as well as the ins and outs of her life and death.

The name of the female ghost is Liang Xue. Before her death... she was a female Taoist priest. There is an old urchin master and three senior brothers who have their own strengths. The four masters and apprentices have no sects. They depend on each other for life, and the world is their home. It would be great if she lived like this for the rest of her life, but unfortunately Liang Xue fell in love with a person she shouldn't love. That person was her uncle's apprentice. Since she was a child, she was talented and daring. Heavenly Fate and Fate Dao Fa... In his opinion, all of them can be sacrificed. Their master and apprentice practiced the evil law, and finally hit the master and apprentice Liang Xue.

The female ghost Liang Xue did not know the love between men and women, so she was deceived. The female ghost, Liang Xue, was obsessed with her mind, and finally ended up in this situation. Although she died, her soul was freed.

She was immersed in a pool of blood during her lifetime. In order to save her and free her soul, the master changed his life against the sky and gave a total of 100 years of life with the three brothers. In the process of fighting with the uncle, they did not win, both sides were injured, the senior brother even broke his legs, the second senior brother lost his cultivation, the master turned gray overnight, and the third senior brother was seriously injured.

The female ghost, Liang Xue, felt extremely guilty and hated her brain for being confused and being used by traitors. She would just die if she died, but she felt sorry for her master's nurturing grace and the fellowship of her brothers. They just escaped from the mountain, and the female ghost Liang Xue didn't even know if they could survive.

She just wanted to make up for her regret that she couldn't bear Huan's knees. She just wanted to save them and let them live well. In addition, she had to get rid of the uncle and that person, otherwise the world's life would be ruined.

As a cultivator, she even forgot the most basic way. Now that she has ended up like this, she has to save her master and brother desperately to gather a group of remnants. The female ghost Liang Xue can't wait to be scattered to apologize.

Qing Huan sighed.

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Goose feather heavy snow, three people with broken clothes and wounds walking in the snow with difficulty. The man walking in the middle of them was very large, and upon closer inspection, he realized that he was carrying a comatose man on his back. It was freezing cold, and if they couldn't find a place to stay, they would soon die here. Even if they find a place to stay, it is still a question whether they can get out of this mountain alive.

At this moment, there is a faint cry of a baby. The white-haired old man at the head was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked around.

"Master, what's the matter?" asked the young man behind his back. His face was covered in blood, and he could no longer see what he looked like.

"It seems like a child is crying."

"What?" the young man said without hesitation, "then look for it!"

Even at this juncture, they still haven't lost their innocent heart. They are tolerant, upright, and kind. Qing Huan suddenly felt that it was his honor to be able to save such a person.

The old man shook the snowdrift and saw the wrapped child among the dead branches and leaves covered with snow. The little baby has been frozen blue and blue, and even the cry is weak. He hurriedly picked up the child and said, "We have to speed up a bit, otherwise not only will we have to die, but the child's life will not be saved."

"Yes, Master." The young man who had always loved to confront Master was not as open-mouthed as before, but was very respectful.

The boy who was at the end coughed twice, but he immediately covered his mouth, blood dripped from his fingers, he wiped it off like nothing else, and continued to follow.

It is strange to say that not long after meeting the child, they saw the fire at the foot of the mountain. The four masters and apprentices hurriedly knocked on the door. There was no one in the room, only the stove was burning vigorously, and there were steamed flatbreads, side dishes, and a few plates of beef with sauce on the table—it seemed like it was prepared for them.

The four of them hesitated for a moment, and the old man said, "It's the only way to do it now. Eat it quickly. When you leave later, leave all the valuables on your body."

Real cultivators have a very hard life. Taoists have nothing to do. If they want to be detached, they can only practice asceticism. Have a good day? Old man Lang paid attention to two things in his life. One was fate and the other was quality. Although his little disciple was attracted to people he shouldn't like, his morality was clean from beginning to end. Even at the moment of life and death, she blocked the attack, otherwise they would have no life now.

Just as he was thinking, a pair of small soft hands suddenly hit his face. Old Man Lang looked down and saw that the child was gradually warmed by the stove, and he was looking at him with **** and bright eyes. . Children who have been abandoned in ice and snow are useless even if they find their parents. The old man Lang sighed, and a sadness appeared on his face that was always out of control.

At this time, the teenager brought over the warm rice soup, "Master, feed this child a little."

Old man Lang snorted, and used a spoon to feed the baby in his arms rice soup: "Shouxian, you should also go eat something, let's take a break and hurry up, lest your uncle and the others don't die, Catch up again."

"Got it." The young man named Shouxian turned around and sat down on the kang, biting the pie and watching the child in Old Man Lang's arms in a trance. "Master, what should I do with this child? Are we going to find her biological parents?"

"I lost my child in the winter, and I'm a girl again. I don't want it, even if I find it, it's useless." The young man took a sip of soju and said lightly, looking a little sad. On his back, the man who was in a state of embarrassment but was still handsome and handsome was placed on the kang. He had just poured some rice soup forcibly. This life was all hanging, and no one knew how long he would live. The pills had been eaten up during the war, and it was a blessing for them to be able to return to the mountain alive.

"Then what should I do, Master? This child?" Shouxian asked worriedly, and glanced at the young man again. "It's pathetic."

"...take her with me."

The hoarse voice that suddenly sounded made everyone stunned. Shouxian said in surprise: "Senior brother! You are awake!"

He ran over happily, took the food and stuffed it into the handsome man's hand.

The man coughed a few times, but instead of answering, he looked at the old man Lang: "Master, God took away one of our junior sisters, doesn't this give us another one?"

Yes, at such a critical moment of life and death, it is a coincidence that we met like this, and then found this wooden house, which also happened to have wound medicine and food... Old Man Lang sighed and said, "Yes, it's fate."

"Give this doll a name!" said the optimistic boy with a baby face.

Old man Lang thought for a while, and then the man spoke again - in fact, he didn't know why, but such a name suddenly popped up in his mind. "Call it Qinghuan. The taste in the world is Qinghuan's Qinghuan."