Wang Siyuan's old illness relapsed, and his life was not long in coming?

When he heard the news, Meng Qi was quite surprised, as a true immortal, he had already walked the ladder of heaven in half a step, close to a true immortal, and no matter what diseases he had, he should have been cured long ago, the reason why Wang Siyuan was sick was because of the backlash of the Heavenly Dao, as long as he did not die, it stands to reason that he would not lose control before the fifty limit.

Moreover, Wang Siyuan's degree of demonism is far better than that of every ancestor of the Wang family who has attained the Dharma Body for thousands of years, and the number of saints may not give much when they are young, plus the accumulation is profound, and with the help of himself, he has got rid of the hidden dangers of the Demon Buddha, and there are still many years away from the limit, and the road ahead is bright and open, and the breakthrough can be expected, how can the old disease suddenly recur?

After being surprised, Meng Qi's first thought was that Wang Siyuan was laying out, as for what bureau to lay out and who to target, there was insufficient information and it was difficult to judge.

Of course, it is also possible that Wang Siyuan did something secretly to attract a backlash in advance.

Meng Qi thought about it, nodded slightly, and said to Ruan Yushu: "The prince has been guiding me for a long time, and I have to go to Guangling to explore." ”

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Historical accumulation, years presented, this is the feeling of Meng Qi walking in the depths of the ancestral house of the Wang family in Jiangdong, some mottled traces do not show decay, but reveal the immortal heritage of the Wang family through the ages.

"Su Zhang, please. A round-faced and sweet-faced maid led Meng Qi through the courtyard hall, into the inner courtyard, and stepped into Wang Siyuan's wing.

This place is the same as the ordinary rich family, covered with a thick carpet of the Western Regions, even if the martial arts are low, it is difficult to smell the sound of footsteps when walking, there are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, the Taoist connotation, the posture is different, it is the handwriting of the ancestors of the Wang family, and the windows are tightly closed. The copper furnace is smoking, and the smell of sandalwood is calm and calm, but there is a real sickness that fills the room, and at a glance, the strong man who meets inside and outside has lost control of himself and affected the heaven and earth.

The screen was removed, and the black wood bed appeared under Meng Qi's eyes. Wang Siyuan has been helped up by the maid, leaning on a pillow with his back, his head tied to the sick belt, more and more shapely, with a slender and beautiful appearance like a woman, it seems that the wind will fall apart.

"Ahem, ahem. Wang Siyuan coughed violently a few times, and it seemed that he was about to cough out his internal organs, which made people feel creepy, and it took a long time to ease up. "Why should you visit those who are about to die?"

Meng Qi smiled: "This is not the prince I know. ”

"Do you know, cough, what is the prince like?" Wang Siyuan's gaze projected, his pupils were slightly dilated, and he was confused, just like the appearance of ordinary people when they were seriously ill and waiting to die.

Meng Qi restrained his smile and said with a straight face: "The prince I know believes that if you don't go crazy, you can't survive. Never quietly waiting for death, depressed. It is possible to gamble with his life as a bait to set up a life and death situation, and he doesn't care. ”

The corners of Wang Siyuan's mouth hooked with difficulty: "You, do you think, I will cloth, cough cough, what kind of life and death situation?"

"If you can guess your game based on the current news alone. You have vainly claimed to be 'counting all the people.' Meng Qi stopped in front of the removed screen.

Wang Siyuan took a few deep breaths, as if he had recovered a little spirit: "If you really want to lay out, cough, you can see that you want to lay out, then it is also a failure." Manpower is sometimes poor, and many powers in the past, no, no, can only sit quietly, without the last resistance, the body is like this, and the life should be like this. ”

He spoke a little smoothly for a while, so that Meng Qi almost suspected that he was returning to the light.

Without waiting for Meng Qi to speak, Wang Siyuan appeared with a faint smile: "Shouldn't I thank you for your guidance?"

"You?" Meng Qi was startled, Wang Dashen Stick actually knew about his return to the Middle Ages!

Which Dharma Body told him, or did the Counting Saints have something left?

Wang Siyuan coughed violently again, spit blood into the copper basin next to him, and spit it out several times before he said: "'Sword Saint' Su Meng is famous in the Middle Ages, modest and indifferent, how can he not have heard of it? Moreover, and the ancestor left only a few words, mentioning the matter of Jade Emperor Mountain, and admired the master surnamed Su, saying that he was deeply inspired, and he didn't realize it in the past, but now he thinks about it, and he understands it. ”

He said frankly and bluntly, he did not shy away from the maid next to him, and he was very confident that the news would not leak out.

In this regard, Meng Qi could only laugh dryly.

Wang Siyuan didn't say much about this, but withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes tiredly: "Gurdo is dead?

"He was indeed dead, and the Heavenly Axe fled on its own. Meng Qi said simply.

Wang Siyuan didn't open his eyes, and said with a smile: "Heaven and earth are all working together, and heroes are not free." ”

After speaking, he shook his head, as if he could no longer bear a long conversation, and the half-step Dharma body, which could not eat or drink for a long time, actually ran out of energy: "You stay at Wang's house tonight, tonight, tomorrow, there are things to discuss with you tomorrow." ”

"Good. Meng Qi did not refuse.

"Hexiang, take Su Zhangjiao and go to Tianji Tower to live temporarily. Wang Siyuan instructed the round-faced maid before.

The maid responded respectfully, led Meng Qi to the outside of the room, and when she was about to reach the door, Meng Qi heard Wang Siyuan say self-deprecatingly: "I have no friends in my life, after the recurrence of the old disease, except for the sect family to send people, cough cough, send people to visit, you have to visit alone." ”

Hey, Meng Qi took a light breath, this is not like the normal tone of the prince, the more he tastes it, the more meaningful he feels when combined with the previous words.

Could it be that he is not really alive for a long time, and he wants to play a big one?

In the turn of his thoughts, Meng Qi followed the round-faced maid Hexiang through the courtyard and came to a two-story small building, all blue-gray, simple but ordinary.

"Tianji Tower is not far from the core of our Wang family, Su Zhangjiao must not walk at will, if you want to go out, call the little maid to lead the way. Hexiang opened the door and said with a smile.

The interior of the building is elegantly furnished, there is no decay that no one has lived in all the year round, and there is no anger of frequent guests, it seems unusually quiet, Meng Qi climbed the stairs, walked to the second floor, and asked casually: "When did the head of the Wang family stay in bed?"

"About 20 days ago, something went wrong while cultivating, the old illness recurred...... "Hexiang said as she spoke, and suddenly a splash filled her eyes.

Meng Qi didn't ask again at this time, with his hands in his hands, he stepped into the second floor, and looked into the distance, the nearby water pavilion garden was in full view, but not far from the left, the pines and cypresses were evergreen, surrounded by an ancient building, which looked extremely solemn and solemn.

"Where is that?" Meng Qi asked.

Hexiang restrained her emotions and said, "That is the ancestral ancestral hall of our Wang family. ”

Ancestral Ancestral Hall?Meng Qi nodded slightly, entered the room, meditated cross-legged, and waited for the coming day.

The sun was sinking in the west, the night was getting deeper, Meng Qi's spirit naturally covered the surroundings, and he felt the tranquility of the night, no one walked around, only the lotus fragrance stood outside the door.

The dark clouds cover the moon, the third watch has arrived, the night is so deep that it seems to be a thick ink that cannot be dissolved, Meng Qi seems to be quiet but not quiet, hooking up the "mark of him and me".

Yes!

Suddenly, a miserable scream came into his ears, and he was hoarse, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible and could only bear it, and with Meng Qi's cultivation, he couldn't help but shudder.

With a flicker of his figure, Meng Qi appeared outside the door, looked at Hexiang who was unconscious, and said, "What's the call just now?"

Hexiang suddenly showed an apologetic look: "It was the little maid who was negligent and did not remind Su Zhangjiao, the ancestors of my Wang family, if the Dharma body is successful, they will make such a scream when they sit down, everyone says that it is the punishment of heaven, and when they enter the ancestral ancestral hall, there is a little obsession left, and the screams echo from time to time, but with the passage of time, it will gradually decrease, this place is close to the ancestral hall, and it is normal to occasionally hear screams." ”

Meng Qi suddenly thought of the parting words of the sage: the more he glimpsed the truth, the more he couldn't help himself, it seemed to be flashy, and there were many benefits, and in the end, he had to pay it back, and he would bring benefits......

"There shouldn't be a number of saints in these screams, right?" Meng Qi asked as if he had no intention of doing so.

"Well, the Holy Ancestors died in the field, and only the clothes entered the ancestral hall. Hexiang replied truthfully.

"When was the remnant scream and which Dharma Body was the first?" Meng Qi asked casually.

Hexiang thought about it and was about to answer, when another scream came from the ancestral hall, the ancient vicissitudes of life, which seemed to penetrate through the ages, mixed with extreme fear, Meng Qi was almost terrified.

"The earliest, the earliest is my Wang family, the ancestor ......of the family," Hexiang said tremblingly. (To be continued.) )