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Lu Zhengkang had finished his breakfast, and Shi Shiran was holding a copy of the Heart Sutra. When he passed by, he let out an inexplicable laugh.

Mo Yun frowned, did not respond, bowed his head and turned back to the bedroom.

Suddenly he felt a huge confusion, and then he was deeply self-doubt.

Is it really a good choice to come to Northland?

Everything in my past is denied here.

Martial arts, talent, talent, temperament, habits.

All this shaped the thing named Mo Yun but made him incompatible with the world around him.

Swordsmanship was not allowed, and playing the flute encountered an accident. His words and deeds were astonished and ridiculed when he was used to the Northland.

Sometimes grievances and pressure only need a light push to completely burst the bank.

He knew life was difficult, but it was too difficult.

So, how do you keep yourself together?

Give up stubbornness?Bend your spine?

Is Mo Yun still Mo Yun?

...

Lu Zhengkang sipped a sip of Tieguanyin, and then put down the Jun kiln white porcelain cup in his hand.

He asked nonchalantly, "Is there something unspeakable in the house of the donor right?"

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and they are indeed truth to a certain extent. Even large families like Quanfu have a dilemma that they don’t want to mention.

In fact, there are rumors in the capital that the first eldest son of the Quan Palace contracted a strange disease, so the position of the head of the family was passed on to the second lady.

Quan Suhuan had an upright temperament and asked directly, "How did the little master hear about this?"

"It's spreading in the streets and alleys, how could the poor monk not hear it."

"Unexpectedly, you, a monk, still care about rumors."

"It doesn't matter if you can't go out or not. Of course, the poor monk will not mention this to embarrass the donor." Will there be a troublesome event in the next month?"

"This matter has something to do with the internal affairs of my authority?"

"Yes, the impoverished monk was supposed to spend money in the Guangdong area, but the secret was changed. After the steward there was changed, the robbery was eliminated."

These days, Quan Suhuan talked very happily with Lu Zhengkang, and he understood his character quite well. He had always said one thing and was not afraid to offend others, so he believed in his words.

"Then dare to ask how this trouble has become?"

"This time the catastrophe has always been there, but after the two of us came, the situation went to the worst."

"Is there a solution?"

"Let's watch the changes, then I will notify the donor to pay attention."

...

Ning Baiyi is a disciple of Bailuze Baihuagu jade box in Guangnan.

Baihua Valley is famous for its medical skills. The disciples in the valley are revered by people in the rivers and lakes regardless of their status, because they are unparalleled in humanity and justice.

Ning Baiyi's identity has already been passed on, and at this age, it is quite remarkable.

Among the younger generation of the righteous world, she is also ranked, but because of her introverted personality, she is not well-known.

The people of Quanfu went to Baihua Valley to seek medical treatment, and finally the owner of the valley sent Ning Baiyi to the capital for treatment.

The person to be treated is naturally the eldest son of Quanfu in the rumors, that is, the elder brother of Quan Suhuan, the former successor of the Patriarch.

This person has a rebellious character, but he is quite wise. He was once thought to be able to lead the power to a higher level, making these countless misty and rainy towers last forever.

However, the accident was that the eldest son accidentally fell off his horse while outing, and fell out of soul loss.

For some reason, the old man's symptoms did not begin to be taken seriously until the first two years.

At that time, the old man had already left with the end of the dynasty. Quan Suhuan remembered that there was such a big brother, and then went to seek medical treatment, but the situation had changed.

The condition of Grand Prince Quan Hongming has deteriorated into a curse-like epidemic.

It was originally a weak fleshy shell, but for some reason it became infinitely powerful. His ten-finger nails were thick and sharp. The broken stone and gold were just waiting for a while, and there was a black air on the face, and it looked unknown.

That's all right, there are unconscious vegetative people on the left and right, but Quan Hongming will swim at night for no reason.

After the death of the first servant, the people of Quanfu immediately imprisoned Quan Hongming and sent them to Daxiangguo Temple for the monks to pray for him and exorcise evil spirits.

This is another year, and the situation has not improved.

Ning Baiyi is the final salvation of the eldest son from Quan Palace.

If she succeeds, the Quan Palace will raise one more person, but if she fails, it means another funeral.

Chapter One Hundred Nineteen

For Quan Hongming, life is like an island in the dark.

He knew he was still alive, but he couldn't tear through the darkness and let his mind return to his body.

It's like a person living on a deserted island, but the surrounding area is not the sea.

Quan Hongming clearly realized that leaving the island is death.

Once, in his impression, he was standing on a small hill, the sky was gloomy and gloomy, the earthy mountain below his feet was the color of yellow and orange wheat ears, and the mountain stood on a terrible brown-black plain.

There are withered and twisted black trees everywhere, weird rocks are scattered everywhere, and the ground is covered with thin fish-scale cracks. They flicker slightly, like countless eyeholes, piercing vicious light.The plain seemed to be engraved with death.

Quan Hongming tried countless times to cross the wasteland. He wanted to go to another mountain on the horizon to see where there might be a turning point.

But he failed countless times.

Walking 10,000 steps forward, he can’t get a little closer to the mountain, and a certain horrible atmosphere that permeates the plains has caused many changes in his body. His back is full of small white baby arms. These arms Hugging each other tightly, like his back shell; his cheeks protruded with many white fangs, totaling three groups, very symmetrical, like the snout of an ancient giant beast reborn on his face; blood is unknown. When it becomes hot and full of poisonous, sometimes, after the skin is corroded and ulcerated by poisonous blood, these black blood will ooze out. They are as heavy as mercury, gathering on the wound and turning into a howling face. Lifelike, like countless souls possessed.

He felt extremely scared, turned his head, and returned to Tushan just a step away.

Persistence is difficult, but giving up is so easy.

After repeated attempts and no results, he let himself go to death on the mountain.