Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

As the original owner remembered, it was terribly quiet here.

Gray bead curtains and screens, yellowed window papers, old screens, dirty ground, and the sour smell that can't go away in the air.

Xing Shu had heard something smellier than these, so he didn't feel much, but in the eyes of the original owner, these were already his limits.

Xing Shu opened the censer next to him and found that there were many dirty and black stains piled up inside, and he didn't know how long it had been since it had been washed.

Although Xing Danshang also arranged for an attendant to take care of him here, who would be willing to take care of a crazy person for many years?

Xing Shu poured out the dirt in the incense burner, took out a tranquil spirit charm, lit it and threw it in, then closed the lid.

Going further in is the bedroom. Xingshu dare not go beyond the distance. He asks for peace outside the screen, saying: "Mother, my child is coming to see you today. Can my mother be well these days?"

After talking for a few times, there was no response, Xing Shu had to clear his cough: "Mother, I'm here?"

Xingshu walked around cautiously, first looking around, and found that there was no one in his sight.

Xingshu thought those guards lied to him? Mu Qinghe is not here.

As a result, the line of sight moved down, and it happened to match a pair of black and white eyes.

The reason why I first noticed those eyes is because this person is too skinny, skinny and skinny, and the sallow skin is covered with brown spots, and the dense wrinkles are like countless spiders. The net is on her face.

If it hadn't been for the blinking of those eyes, Xingshu would have thought he had seen a standing mummy.

Mu Qinghe was more haggard than when the original owner saw her last time.

"Mother?" Xing Shu tentatively asked.

The skinny woman opened her mouth, and she didn't know if it was because she hadn't spoken for a long time. Xing Shu keenly heard her "click and click" when her jaws opened and closed.

An unpleasant smell of fishy decay sprayed towards the face, accompanied by a hoarse cry: "Ah!--"

The woman didn't know where the strength erupted, she pushed Xingshu aside, rushed out with her arms and legs, running and jumping and shouting: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Xingshu: "..."

Xing Shu looked inexplicable. Judging from the memory of the original owner, the original owner used to be frightened by Mu Qinghe and screamed and ran away. How now... Oh, he is not the original owner.

Xing Shu briefly glanced at Mu Qinghe's room before slowly following out.

Mu Qinghe didn't run far, and she couldn't run far at all. The guards were guarding strictly outside, and once her range of activities exceeded the limit, she would be driven back.

Right now, Mu Qinghe was gesticulating in front of a group of guards. The guards had already taken out the chains and tried to handcuff her who was suddenly crazy.

"Wait!" Xing Shu quickly stopped: "She was just so happy to see me, so I don't have to detain her like before."

In the past, the original owner was afraid that she would suddenly violent. Every time he came, he would ask the guards to lock her up and lock her into the stone prison. After confirming that she could never hurt herself, he was willing to sit down and listen to her alone. Talk about, say some crazy things.

In this regard, Xing Shu only finds it very funny.

When you did not come, your mother-in-law was just detained in a small yard, but she was able to move a little bit, but after you came, you trapped her directly into the stone prison and told her to move. No.

Is this your mother? Or is it your enemy?

I thought that your arrival was to give her some comfort in the boundless loneliness, but you saw her push into a more constrained space with your own hands.

Therefore, Xing Shu never felt how pitiful the original owner was, whether it was his irresistible love, sparse and indifferent friendship, or this distorted and confused family relationship.

"Let her go, you see how she is now, where can you run?" Xing Shu stepped forward and pulled Mu Qinghe to his side.

Mu Qinghe looked up at him, yelling with his mouth open, as if he couldn't speak clearly.

Xingshu pinched her mouth, glanced in, frowned and said, "The tongue is rotten? How can it be? Has anyone abused you?"

Xing Shu squinted at the guards.

The guard hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands: "She bit by herself. We saved her several times, and her attendant stopped her, but we bit our tongue while we were not paying attention. For the last time, we only had time to help her stop the bleeding. , Her tongue is dead."

Xingshu couldn't help but sneered: "You think this is the mortal world under the mountain? In the fairy mountain, is there no medicine to heal the wound?"

Noting the disdain in the expressions of these guards, Xing Shu's expression was slightly cold: "My father only said to let her stay here, but didn't he say to let her be tortured here? She was just sick, and she didn't make a mistake, let alone commit a crime. , If someone is rumored to go out, saying that the Yunshan Sect’s master sent someone to abuse his ex-wife..." Xing Shu paused slightly, and sternly glanced over the guard who was already sweating coldly: "Does Xing Danshang care about his reputation, or Care about your life and death?"

"Pump!" Several people knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Three Young Masters!"

"The three young masters calm down! We knew it was wrong! We really knew it was wrong! Please don't sue the Sect Master!"

Xing Shu pulled out his ears with a look of impatient expression: "Why do you shout so loudly? Didn't I come here to be deaf with you, or do you plan to just shout, and continue to torture my mother after I'm done?"

"Dare not!" Several people were ashamed.

After all, they are just the lowest level of existence in Xianfeng, and the guards of the Nascent Soul cultivation base have been replaced long ago.

Mu Qinghe is getting more and more crazy, and he has long lost the ability to escape, so the guards’ cultivation levels have dropped again and again, up to the middle of the golden core, and Xingshu’s eyes are just the heartbeat period, even Both in the fusion period.

Xingshu is now Yan Xiao's disciple, and his cultivation is getting better day by day. In addition, when Xingshu was in the limelight when they were discussing at Xianfeng, they knew that even if the news was not clear, they knew that the current three young masters were not easy to provoke.

Thinking of this, they can't help regretting their recklessness.

"Then what are you doing? Why don't you go find someone to clean up my mother's house? You don't look at the house. Does it still look like a place for a person to live? Xing Danshang is to protect my mother and let her stay. In Yunshan Sect, if she has a bad time here, I will send her away! Anyway, she is now free, and she can go wherever she wants." Xing Shu said coldly.

The guards were all instructed by thousands of warnings that Mu Qinghe was not allowed to leave and claimed to be "careful protection." Therefore, the outside world praised Xing Danshang for his actions, and they all praised Xing Danshang for his injury, but If they were known by others, their "careful protection" would be protected in this way, I am afraid that Xing Dan's reputation would be greatly compromised.

Xing Danshang cares about fame the most. If Xing Danshang is forced to bear infamy because of their temporary negligence, I am afraid that all of their guards will suffer!

Thinking about these joints, the guards wanted to cry without tears, and ran to get new objects.

After dispelling all these mindless guards, Xing Shu retracted his expression, took out the memory crystal ball from his sleeve, and placed it in the air.

A joke, he wouldn't just let these guards renovate Mu Qinghe's yard like this, otherwise, if they beat him up and say that he has nothing to do, who should he talk to to reason?

First use the memory crystal ball to leave a bottom, so that you are not afraid of other people's troubles.

After doing all this, Xing Shu felt that his sleeve was being pulled, so he lowered his head and said warmly, "Mother, it's okay. You will be able to live in a clean and warm place soon. What are the important things in your room? You can take it out first, and don't let those who don't know the severity of their hands and feet fall."

Perhaps it was because he saw Xingshu blocking him, and drove away the guards with ferocious expressions. Mu Qinghe's eyes looking at Xingshu were bright, and his hands were tightly holding one of Xingshu's arms, as if Very dependent.

She couldn't speak, so she could only scream, and pointed to the inside of the room.

Xingshu guessed that she should take her own things, so he followed her back to the house.

However, she didn't go back to her room, but stood in front of the seemingly ragged table, reached out her hand and soaked it for so many days, and began to write on the table.

She often does things like this to the original owner, but the original owner doesn’t understand her ghost symbols, her nonsense, she simply ignores, doesn’t listen or read, pretends to be deaf and dumb, and leaves after enough time. .

So in the memory of the original owner, Xingshu couldn't see or hear what Mu Qinghe said or wrote.

Therefore, when Mu Qinghe wrote the word "book" with his fingertips soaked in tea in front of Xingshu's eyes, Xingshu was confused for a moment.

Because this is not the word "book" in this world.

This is simplified, oh no, this is the word "book" belonging to another world.

Or to be more precise, this is the word of Xingshu's original world.

The language and characters of this different world are completely different from Xingshu’s original world. Xingshu completely relies on the memory of the original owner and his unforgettable ability to force himself to master this within a year. The language and script of the world's daily communication.

But now, in such an almost deserted fairy mountain, under the hands of the original owner's mother, there are fonts that shouldn't exist in this world.

The dimly cramped room, the leaky windows creaked, and the cold wind blew by, causing Xingshu to instantly become chilly.

A kind of speculation slowly rose in Xing Shu's heart, and this kind of speculation is gradually taking shape with Mu Qing and his strokes--

"this is a book."

"Someone is tampering with the plot of the story."

"It's different, it's all different..."

When Mu Qinghe wrote here, his eyes suddenly widened, his head was held tightly in one hand, his mouth opened, and he let out a shrill cry.

At the same time, she grabbed the teapot with her other hand and poured it on the table, concealing all the scribbled and messy words in a pool of sour and smelly tea.

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