The Ninety-Nine Bowl Soup on the other side (Sixth)

Qing Huan asked him: "It is said that the Sixth Young Master of the Nie family is a celestial being. Why did he wear a mask to hide his appearance? This is Xiangguo Temple and it is not a dangerous place. There are no people around except me."

The masked monk smiled deep. He hadn't heard of this name for many years. The little girl was beautiful and looked very much like her mother. He was willing to tease her. There were only two people here. Could it be that he could still fall into the hands of a little girl? "Do you want to see?"

"Think of it."

So the masked monk took off the ancient black mask on his face bit by bit, and what caught Qinghuan's eyes was a face of about twenty, which was very inconsistent with his voice. The masked monk's voice sounded at least fifty years old, but his face was from a young man. Qinghuan was not far from him, and clearly saw that there was no wrinkles on the handsome face. If it weren't for the old voice, he would look like a young man.

And, his hands.

Just now, his hands were hanging down beside him, and when he held the mask, Qinghuan could see clearly. Many people have good facial care, but they can't keep their hands or necks young, but the mask monk is not. Apart from his voice, he is just a twenty-year-old young man!

But how is this possible? He admitted that he was Nie Jing, which means he was at least fifty years old. Even if a person in his fifty years old was well maintained, it would not be like this! There will be no skin-pulled hyaluronic acid in this era, and his face is very natural, without any trace of artificial carving.

Seeing the surprise in Qinghuan's eyes, the masked monk chuckled and put the mask back on his face, teasing her: "Little girl, you are still too young. There are many things in this world that you can't imagine." After saying that, he sang, "What, how long will the prime minister wait there? If you don't take this little girl away, would you still have to stay for me to be a companion?"

A person slowly walked out of the shadow, and it was Jing Xiang in black. He looked at the masked monk coldly: "Remember what you promised."

"Of course." The masked monk smiled. "My life is in your hands, your hope is in my hands. We are grasshoppers on the same rope, and neither can do without each other. I didn't realize that the prime minister is still a kind of infatuated person."

Jing Xiang did not talk nonsense to him, but signaled to Qinghuan: "Follow me."

At this time, there was no other choice if you didn't follow him. Qinghuan followed him, and then looked back at the masked monk. The masked monk was still motionless, as if he felt her gaze and curled the corners of his mouth meaningfully.

From beginning to end, Jing Xiang didn't say a word to her. He walked in silently. Qing Huan realized that there was a secret passage in the Sutra Pavilion. This secret passage was very long and I didn't know where it was to lead. She wouldn't have anything to do, because he would never hurt her, but Qing Huan still wanted to know: "...What agreement did the prime minister and Nie Jing reach? He said that the prime minister asked him."

"It has nothing to do with you."

His voice was very cold, and there was no human touch. Others knew that her identity was just a little favor, but he treated her as if she was indifferent as a stone, flowers and plants. At this time, he naturally could not recognize her. After all, he was completely different from his life. The most important thing is that this period of time existed in the past, and what happened was the facts. She had just come to the past and could not change anything.

"Why has nothing to do with me? Nie Jing should be about the same age as the prime minister now, why is he still looking like a young man? What does the prime minister want to get from him? Is it unclear who he is? Cooperating with him is tantamount to seeking a skin with a tiger."

Jing Xiang's reaction was that he did not respond. He ignored her and walked in front of her like that. Qinghuan followed and asked in a deep voice: "The Prime Minister is asking for immortality!"

This time, he stopped, not only stopped, but also turned around to look at her. His cold eyes, which seemed to be a hundred feet cold, looked at Qinghuan. Finally, he asked the little girl who looked like she was only in her teenage years old: "Why do you say that?"

"The prime minister has no worries in his life, and lives like a walking corpse. What's the point of seeking immortality? It's better to let go, and he can still cultivate the next life."

In fact, Qinghuan knew that no matter how she said it, it was useless, and nothing could change his mind.

"The next life?" Jing Xiang repeated these two words and said lightly, "I don't need the next life." Even if he dies now, he will not be able to find her. It would be better to live like this and he doesn't want it in the next life.

"The Prime Minister believes in Nie Jing so much." Qinghuan followed him again, "He is very scheming and has two sides. He promised you today and may betray you tomorrow. The Prime Minister is so smart, why should he make a deal with such a person?"

The secret passage was very long and quiet. Although Qinghuan's voice was soft, it still caused an echo. Jing Xiang walked forward and did not answer her question. In his opinion, this was a little girl who had not grown up. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to "her", so he couldn't do anything to her, but he would transfer Nie Jing after going out later. Xiangguo Temple was no longer safe. "How did you find this place?"

Qinghuan replied to him, "If you tell you that I dreamed of it, do you believe it?"

Jing Xiang is not up to the question.

"Something happens in my dreams, so I know everything." As if to win him trust, Qinghuan said seriously, "I also know what you are asking for immortality. Nie Jing was originally determined to be a short life, but now he has lived to this age, it is not a short life. His appearance is also very young. I once heard from my mother that Nie Jing was seriously injured and weak, but I saw him just now. He was strong and maintained his body at the best time, or even healthier. Maybe this is what the prime minister wants?"

He didn't say it right or wrong, just said, "You're very smart."

"If I were really smart, I would know what agreement you had reached." Logically speaking, one has a high position and a powerful person, one is a hiding place, one is a prime minister and the other is a fugitive. There is an irreconcilable hatred between the two, so what makes their relationship calm? Qinghuan still remembers that in a certain world before, she met a tomb robber named Lao Wai. The man spent his whole life looking for the jade tomb at the foot of the mountain, and fanatically believed that the tomb was hidden in the secret of immortality.

Lao Wai was a descendant of the Nie family. He shouted at that time that Nie Jing and Jing Shaoyou learned the secret of immortality, but Jing Shaoyou brought it into the tomb, which means that Nie Jing must have died in the end. Qinghuan still remembers the two corpses in the coffin, both him and her, who remained at the youngest and most beautiful time, but not only was her body full of holes, but she had long been destroyed by her in Wangchuan. In addition to this skeleton that was still left in the world, Qinghuan has no trace in this world.

But those two corpses are still vivid thousands of years later. Although Jing Xiang is not old now, he is definitely not a teenager, but the corpse is. In other words, Nie Jing didn't get anything from him, but he got what he wanted as he wished.

What is that?

Qinghuan felt that there was only one possibility. "...Do you want to repair Miss Tang's body?"

She was just asking tentatively, but the sudden coldness of Jing Xiang exuded made Qing Huan understand that she guessed correctly, otherwise there would be nothing to explain what she saw in the jade tomb at the foot of the mountain. There is really a kind of person in this world who can fight against the will of heaven, but relative, he will have to pay a heavy price.

"This is what you dreamed about?"

He really wouldn't kill her, but Qinghuan knew too much, so he couldn't let her go. So before he went out to secretly, Qinghuan suddenly felt dark in front of him and fell forward. Jing Xiang held her with one hand and said that the exit was the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple, and the carriage was ready. He carried Qinghuan onto the carriage, and then closed the curtain.

After so many years, he can't fail, so he can only feel wronged by this little girl for the time being.

When Qinghuan woke up, she found herself in a simple and quiet room with nothing extra. She felt a little dizzy, and then she heard someone ask her: "Are you awake?"

Looking up, he saw Jing Xiang sitting on a chair, flipping through a collection of poems in his hand. He didn't look at her and said, "From now on, the princess is wronged to stay here for a few more days, and I will send you out without any harm. This period of time is very important to me. Princess should not walk around, let alone leave this room. This is my yard, and there are heavy troops guarding everywhere. You can rest assured that even the Xuanyi Guard can't find me here."

He explained this and then started reading. Qinghuan did not make noise or feel anxious, but stood up. She found that the walls in this huge room were hollowed out, and countless books were placed. She took out a random book, either talking about Qimen Dunjia or divination astrology. Each book was turned out to be old. It can be seen that the people who read were studying it very carefully.

Some of them are folk legends and folk remedies, which record some strange stories, and some of them have been folded out on a page, and all mentioned are the art of soul stripping.

Qinghuan read a few books and marked them in a dense manner: I have tried it, it is not feasible. It is absurd and nonsense.

Most of them are small words that reject it like this.

The room is very large and very empty, with a bed, a desk and a chair, and there is nothing else. It is surrounded by a school, making it look particularly deserted and gloomy. Living in such a place, normal people can live in depression. The tone of the room is cold, black, white and gray. Even people wear black robes. Qinghuan simply thought he lived in a huge coffin.

She was allowed to walk around the room, but not out, and there would be no second person to talk, and even no idea how long she would be left here.
Chapter completed!