The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 762: Seeing flowers in the mist

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When Fu Xiaoguan picked up the paper and looked at it, even his hands were trembling!

"The world is a big dream,

Life is cool several times.

The wind blows at night and the leaves are already singing.

Look at the brows and temples.

The wine is cheap and I often worry about the few guests, and the bright moon is obscured by clouds.

Who will be alone tonight?

Looking northward sadly. ”

This is "Moon over the Xijiang River, a Big Dream" he composed at the Wu Chao Cultural Conference last year! ! !

But now, it appears in a letter written in the forty-ninth year of Taihe!

More than thirteen years ago!

"Hello, my son!

At this moment when you saw this poem, were you surprised or surprised?

My mother hesitated to leave this letter for a long time, because she doesn’t like you, because you will die and then come back to life, and you are no longer my mother’s son.

Mom doesn’t dare to love you!

But after a long conversation with your grandpa, maybe she was baptized by Buddhist scriptures, and she suddenly figured out that no matter what, if you take over my son's body, you will be my son.

It's a pity that mother can't grow up with you, can't watch you die and change your soul, even if mother knows that this new soul is very powerful and amazing.

But in my mother's heart, there is a hurdle to overcome - you are a devil!

If you don’t come, how will my son leave?

If I don't leave, I'm worried that I will kill you with my own hands!

Maybe one day in the future my mother will overcome this hurdle, but at that time... I don’t know when.

When my mother left, I waved my sleeves and didn’t take away a single cloud.

You came quietly, but my mother could not sing for you. She quietly played the shengxiao of farewell and said to my son: Farewell!

Actually, my mother really wants to know where Cambridge is.

On the third night of December in the forty-ninth year of Taihe, Xu Yunqing. ”

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So... the mother who is said to be mentally ill by Xu Huaishu is indeed mentally ill - she is a reborn person!

She has experienced this period of history!

She knew that she would come to this world and borrow the body of her son!

She also knew that the poems she composed, even the song "Farewell Cambridge", were probably the reason why she left them on her tombstone in Linjiang a few days ago.

No!

When Fu Xiaoguan thought about this, he was suddenly surprised. The song "Farewell Cambridge" was left on the tombstone, but the reborn Xu Yunqing knew...

She is not dead!

Fu Xiaoguan suddenly stood up. Since she was reborn, she should know the direction of all history. Even if she died early in her previous life and experienced it again in this life, she would certainly avoid the disasters in her previous life.

Xu Huaishu said that she didn't like Emperor Wen, and even deliberately avoided him... Could it be that Xu Yunqing married Emperor Wen in her previous life, but the future was not good?

Then the previous life of his body was their son, but Xu Yunqing knows everything about him, which means that he has been in this world before, but this world has left no trace of his coming - only Xu Yunqing knows Those traces of myself!

So...Xu Yunqing experienced a parallel time and space?

Then the song "Farewell Cambridge" she saw was not on the tombstone, because this does not explain a problem:

She was reborn with memories, so she knew the treasure under the Confucius Temple, so Fatty had the chance to get the golden mountain, and the song "Farewell Cambridge" was engraved under the golden mountain, so she knew this poem The time should be before the fat man gets this golden mountain.

I also lived in that parallel time and space, and I left behind the song "Farewell Cambridge" early on.

But I have no impression of it.

Then she was reborn in this period of history, which was very similar to that of parallel time and space, and she traveled to this world again, borrowing the body of Xu Yunqing's son.

Is this a coincidence?

Or is it fate?

If Xu Yunqing was not dead, why didn’t she issue an early warning about the avalanche in the Snowy Mountains?

Maybe... she was looking forward to the avalanche happening, so that she could eliminate herself, the demon who had taken over her son's soul, and she could also eliminate Emperor Wen who she didn't like.

Now comes the question:

Is Xu Yunqing dead or not?

If she had not died, where would she have gone?

The tomb located near the river...could it be empty?

Fu Xiaoguan suddenly wanted to run back to Linjiang to dig up the grave and take a look. By the way, Fatty must know whether Xu Yunqing is dead or alive!

But after so many years, he has never revealed the slightest hint of this fat man!

Just when Fu Xiaoguan's mind was as messy as looking at flowers in the fog, three people were sitting on the ground in front of Xu Yunqing's tomb far away on the back hill of Xishui Lane near the river.

They are Ji Yungui, Hu Qin and Su Yangyang, the seventh junior brother of the Taoist Academy.

An angry lamp lights up in front of this tomb.

Ji Yungui looked carefully at the poem engraved on the back of the tombstone. He looked at it for a long time before he slowly said: "History... has indeed changed!"

Hu Qin took a sip of wine and tightened his clothes, "The tomb is empty, she is not dead!"

Su Yangyang dusted himself off and asked, "What are you talking about? How has history changed?"

No one answered him. He curled his lips and muttered: "Just because the tomb is empty does not mean that no one has been buried. The tomb has no mechanism at all, but the soil of the tomb has traces of being dug. Judging from how dry the soil is, it takes about one or two years."

Ji Yungui suddenly frowned, "What did you say?"

"I said that someone had dug up this tomb about a year or two ago."

"A year or two ago...the big avalanche happened on the ninth day of April last year, exactly one year and nine months ago...Are you sure this tomb was dug a year or two ago?"

Su Yangyang glanced sideways at Ji Yungui and said with great disdain: "Not even the master would doubt my level!"

"Let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Go to Wu Dynasty."

Su Diandian was stunned, "Or digging graves? Don't ask me for this kind of unskilled job."

"It's not an ordinary tomb, it's...an imperial mausoleum!"

"...That will cost more."

"You make a price."

"Ten thousand taels of silver!"

"Deal, let's go!"

……

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The three of them left, but the angry wind lantern stayed in place.

After half a stick of incense, Cai Xi, the old shopkeeper of Yu Fu Ji, fell down from the top of the mountain. His turbid eyes looked at the grave that was dug up again. He shook his head and stretched out his pair of incense sticks. Withered hands slowly wiped away the scattered soil:

"Hey...Miss, you said that the young master would come to dig this grave, but the young master came, but he didn't dig it. Instead, two waves of people came to dig this grave. They already suspected you, you You have to hide it, lest they find it!”

The scarlet light of the infuriating wind lantern reflected on Cai Xi's face full of ravines. If anyone saw it at this moment, they would probably be scared to death.

As if nothing had happened, he made the grave neat again, then took out a bottle of Xishan Tianchun from his waist, sat alone in front of the grave, and drank it in extreme loneliness.