Almighty Ninjutsu's Killing God System

Suddenly, a yellowed ginseng came into view.

And Xiao Han, who was standing behind the scholar, couldn't help shrinking his eyes after seeing this so-called century-old ginseng, and a strange color appeared on his face.

Although he doesn't know much about elixir, but how old ginseng is, he can still feel it as a spiritual refiner.

The ginseng in this wooden box was only thirty years old, which is far from the old man's so-called one hundred years.

And anyone who knows a little bit of the market knows, how can a century-old ginseng only buy five spiritual stones?

But the scholar in front of him didn't seem to notice anything wrong.

Either the manual was born because of something anxious and mentally confused, or there was really no experience.

Looking at the other side, Xiao Han felt that the latter seemed to account for more.

Seeing the ginseng, the scholar did not have the slightest doubt, and immediately closed the box, then picked it up and left.

A series of fast-moving Xiao Han didn't have time to remind him that there was a problem with this ginseng.

Finally, he just glanced at the shopkeeper coldly, and then quickly followed.

The scholar holding ginseng ran all the way out of the spiritual master fair, then traversed dozens of winding paths, and finally he stopped in front of a very remote dilapidated wooden house.

Surrounded by the broken wooden houses are the same dilapidated wooden houses. Some wooden houses still have fireworks, some are broken and completely uninhabitable, and some completely collapsed into ruins.

Looking at all the dilapidated surroundings, Xiao Han felt that this place should be a slum in Qingzhou City.

The scholar who arrived a step earlier than him has already walked quickly into the dilapidated wooden house.

Xiao Han at the door also faintly heard the scholar slightly happy and said: "A-Lian, I bought it, I bought it, you can save it!"

But in the blink of an eye, the cry of a wolf howling ghost came out from the broken wooden house.

Hearing the cry, Xiao Han couldn't help being startled, and rushed into the dilapidated wooden house with a stride.

The dim and damp dilapidated house was covered with painted snow-white lotus flowers, which were beautiful and clean.

But it is a bit out of tune with the environment in the room.

At this moment, on the wooden bed in the room, there was a beautiful woman lying motionless on it.

The woman's face was pale, like a white lotus in calligraphy and painting, beautiful and clean!

but she........

Has faded!

On the bedside, the scholar lay there, crying desperately.

Chapter 114

"She is gone!" Xiao Han said.

The scholar who had been in vicissitudes of life had a touch of desolation.

Love flowers, love flowers.

When blooming, it is a smile,

Weep for flowers when withered,

This may be called love.

The desolate man in front of him broke Xiao Han's stereotype of scholars.

It is said that literati have been noble and noble since ancient times, but this scholar is not noble and noble.

It is said that literati have been so affectionate since ancient times, but this scholar is not affectionate.

It seems to be a kind of love.

However,

Since ancient times, passionate and free hate, good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

There is no end to this hatred.

"A-Lian, your master is right, you are a scholar who is useless, I am really useless!" The scholar no longer wept, but the grief on his face became more obvious.

Before that, there was still a ray of hope in the scholar's eyes, but at this time the ray of light had disappeared.

Instead, there was a hint of scarlet.

A blush that made Xiao Han seem familiar.

He remembers that when he was born again, this emotion also appeared in his eyes.

This is called hatred!

"Five years ago, you came to my world. I thought it was a dream, a dream that I would never want to wake up..."

The scholar knelt down before the bed and muttered to himself.

The stories of the past are published one by one, seeming to be telling the woman who has died, and as if telling him to himself

The scholar is not a local, he comes from another city.

His name is Ning Qingyun, a very gentle name, just like his character.

Ning Qingyun was born with a disability. He was missing an arm when he was a child, and the palm of his only arm had only four fingers, and not the most important thumb.

His biological parents disliked him and sent him to an orphanage.

His life began there.

He was born disabled, physically disabled, and not disabled.

He is diligent and studious. With a four-finger pen, he has literally practiced his worst writing skills to the extreme and regarded it as his lifelong pursuit.

He is good at calligraphy and painting, and because of this, Zeng became a smash hit in his own city and was called the Four Finger Painter.

He is good at painting, especially the lotus painting.

Because he feels that the lotus is the most sacred thing in the world.

His calligraphy and painting were well-known in his hometown, and he earned a lot of silver as a result. His poor life gradually improved, and then he also learned to be like other scholars.

Always go to the brothel, this is the trend in the literati circle, being in it is inevitable.