"How could Qingyin Immortal Jun think that?" Van Lingshu raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't there something important that you came here despite the bounty and the secret pursuit of the demons?"

I really can't hide anything from him.

"Don't hide what Qingyin Xianjun said, I also accidentally discovered that Jiang Shaoxin is not the young master of the Jiang family, I feel that something is wrong, and I want to come to discuss with you, but since I have figured it out, there is no need to discuss."

"I see." He glanced at her and Yuan Yi with cold eyes, "It's not a way for you to hide in Tibet every day, it's better for you to pretend to be a disciple of Lu Xiantai, they won't search for people in Lu Xiantai." ”

Yuan Yi touched his chin and nodded: "Good idea." "He's very annoyed to hide in Tibet, or he's going to kill them outright.

Fan Lingshu politely curled his pink lips and said, "Thank you Qingyin Immortal Jun for your kindness, but I swore that I would never wear the white clothes of Lu Xiantai again in this life, and I don't want to break my oath." ”

Luo Ci was slightly disappointed in his eyes, and finally nodded: "Then you should be careful, if you need help, just look for me." ”

He took out a few charms and handed them to her, they were all contact charms, but they were very convenient things, and Van Lingshu generously took them.

After leaving the Jiang family, Fan Lingshu kept rushing to the dilapidated house for a moment.

Is what Jiang Shaoxin said true? She wouldn't be completely convinced!

Uncle Zhang was really the one who served the young master of the Jiang family back then, so he should know.

Before the Yin and Yang Reincarnation Eye, she could see the memories of the dead, just like the memories she had when she looked at the dead Mu Hanyan.

However, since her spiritual source was shattered and turned into a star, she felt that the Yin and Yang Reincarnation Eye had also become stronger.

Why don't you try to see if you can see it, and by the way, see who this Jiang Shaoxin is!

"Why did you come to this smelly place again?" Yuan Yi was particularly disgusted.

"Wait!" Fan Lingshu just wanted to go in, but found that there were many people from the Jiang family inside, and hurriedly withdrew.

One step late.

Jiang Wanglou and Jiang Wangqiao's people actually came to find it.

She watched the people of the Jiang family carry Uncle Zhang out and get on the boat at the dock, obviously to take him to the Jiang family, so she had to follow.

After Uncle Zhang entered Zhang's house, he was interrogated for a while before being carried to the side courtyard to rest.

Fan Lingshu waited until it was dark before he found an opportunity to sneak in, Zhang Bo fell asleep, just right, she hurriedly sealed her hands, the lilac light swirled in the palm of her hand, and the red light faintly overflowed in her left eye.

She put her hand on Uncle Zhang's forehead.

Some pictures flashed quickly, and from Uncle Zhang's point of view, the most was a gentle and elegant son, reading and writing at the desk, and his appearance was indeed five or six points similar to Jiang Shaoxin.

When he was twelve or thirteen years old, he bought a little boy from outside, black and thin, always with his head bowed and depressed.

The boy has round eyes, the lower eyelids are drooping, and the part that reaches the tail of the eye is raised.

This is Jiang Shaoxin.

Jiang Xin, the young master of the Jiang family, liked him very much, personally taught him to read and write, and even ate and dressed, he couldn't wait to help him with his own hands.

For his gentle and considerate behavior, the young Jiang Shaoxin usually responded to him with a cold expression.

Occasionally, Jiang Xin had some transgressive actions, such as him kissing the corner of Jiang Shaoxin's mouth, and the boy who looked like he didn't understand anything had an extraordinarily cold look in his eyes.

But Jiang Xin didn't care, he liked to watch this child.

Especially during the day, when he couldn't go out, he stood in the window through the black cloth, watching Jiang Shaoxin gesturing with a wooden sword in the sunny courtyard until he was sweating profusely and lying on the ground, indescribably comfortable.