After a long time, Jiang Zhongmeng breathed a long sigh of relief, and as soon as his words changed, a trace of tenderness appeared on his face, and he said to himself: "Grandmother, do you know Liu Xufei? She is a woman with excellent medical skills, a kind heart, and a country and a city. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info still remembers the first time I met her in front of the Guanyin Temple, she was wearing a white shirt, light steps, willow eyebrows and a shallow smile, ice muscles and jade bones, black hair like a waterfall, and her whole body was like a light smoke, just like a Guanyin fairy, elegant and noble, appearing in front of Zhong Meng's eyes. At that moment, Zhong Meng was really moved. ”

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Zhongmeng's face, and he muttered: "Grandmother, do you know? What makes Miss Liu even more heartwarming is that she has a heart to help the world and help the suffering, she has worked tirelessly to treat the old people in the Bodhi Monastery; she disregarded her own safety and went to Dijia Village to treat the plague for the villagers; along the way, she is praising the good story of treating the poor people. ”

At this time, I saw Jiang Zhongmeng frowning, his face was sad, and he said: "Grandmother, it may be that the sharp qi in my body that urges the four ghosts is too heavy, but Miss Liu has no love for me. Miss Liu is deeply in love with a man in her heart, his name is Ling Feng, and the two of them are happy and affectionate. Ling Feng is a young hero, chivalrous, the road is uneven, he dares to act, he is much more comfortable and chic than me. Qin Ye asked me to approach Liu Xufei and deceive her of the news of the dragon and phoenix jade pendant. When I saw the kind-hearted Liu Xufei, when I fought side by side with Ling Feng, I felt so ashamed. A dignified man, with an iron backbone, should be like Ling Feng, act bravely, draw a sword to help each other, do not bully the weak and fear the hard, do not kill innocents indiscriminately, and forgive and forgive others. Instead of being like Qin Ye, he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, and kill them all. ”

The fire paper in Jiang Zhongmeng's hand gradually decreased, and the fire in the brazier gradually weakened. Jiang Zhongmeng was full of words, and no one confided in him, so he was depressed and lonely, depressed and sour, and he had been with him all these years. Tonight, with his grandmother Yingling by his side, he simply vomited happily, and Jiang Zhongmeng, who listened to it, said to himself again: "Grandmother, do you know? I don't dare to see Qin Ye now, Qin Ye is kind to me, but I am afraid that he will tell me to kill people again." Although they were all killed by some gangsters, perhaps, they might be able to reform their ways and become good people?

In fact, even Jiang Zhongmeng himself didn't realize that he had never had such an idea before. Since the death of his grandmother, he was framed by the three major organizations, and when Qin Ye came to the rescue, Jiang Zhongmeng was grateful to Dade and felt that what Qin Ye said was the holy decree and the truth. Recently, getting along with Ling Feng, Jiang Zhongmeng felt more and more that his thoughts were wrong, and the real "chivalry" should be like Ling Feng, not the ruthless Qin Ye.

Suddenly, at this moment, an old and stern female voice sounded: "Zhong Meng, you are wrong, the wicked will always be the wicked, you can't show mercy to your subordinates, and there will be endless troubles." ”

Jiang Zhongmeng's expression was horrified, and this voice was clearly his grandmother's voice. Jiang Zhongmeng raised his eyes to look at the spiritual position of "Jiang Wei's Lan", and said in a trembling voice: "Grandmother, have you manifested your spirit? Grandmother, you come out, in the past ten years, Zhongmeng has missed you so much." ”

The lights in the hall were flickering, pitch black, and the dim environment was dimly hung with the curtains fluttering in the cold wind.

The voice that I heard sounded again: "Zhong Meng, you look here, grandmother is here, ......" The voice came from the direction of the back door of the hall, Jiang Zhongmeng suddenly looked at the back door, and saw a dark gray figure slowly walking out from the night shrouded in light smoke.

"Grandmother, it's really you!" Jiang Zhongmeng rushed forward excitedly and grabbed the visitor's hands. Suddenly, instead of coldness, warmth came from between his hands, and the shadow of a man appeared on the ground. Jiang Zhongmeng was shocked in his heart, where is this grandmother's ghost manifestation, this is clearly a living person.

Jiang Zhongmeng stepped back suddenly, shook his collarbone fan, and shouted, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be my dead grandmother?"

The dark gray figure took a few steps towards the light and said, "Zhong Meng, don't be afraid! Child, I am your grandmother, and my grandmother is not dead." But I saw that she was full of white hair, her face was wrinkled, full of vicissitudes and helplessness, her eyes were sharp and dull, her thin lips were not bloody, and her two deep-set cheeks were obvious.

Looking at the face in front of him, which was exactly the same as his grandmother, Jiang Zhongmeng was already stunned in his heart. The person in front of him is much older than his grandmother ten years ago, and his body is much lonelier, but the whole person's expression, outline, and voice are no different from grandmothers. Jiang Zhongmeng said in a trembling voice: "Nonsense, my grandmother has obviously been dead for ten years. When I saw her body with my own eyes, I buried my grandmother, how could my grandmother come back from the dead. ”

The white-haired old man in front of him hurriedly explained: "Child, the body you buried is not your grandmother, your grandmother had already escaped at that time, and the charred corpse was just one of the killers. ”

Jiang Zhongmeng's body stumbled back, and he said with a flustered expression: "You are talking nonsense, why should I believe your words?"

The white-haired old man said slowly: "When you were seven years old, your grandmother once told you a ghost story, and that night, you actually wet the bed. When you were nine years old, you yelled for your grandmother to teach you how to draw, and you drank the ink by mistake. When you were 10 years old, you asked your grandmother to buy you a paper fan, saying that the man's gesture of waving the fan was charming......"

The dark gray figure in front of him and the dark gray figure leading the way home in front of him overlapped in Jiang Zhongmeng's mind at this moment, and he found that the two were extremely similar. Jiang Zhongmeng's body trembled, and he asked in horror: "You are the one who guided me today?"

The white-haired old man in front of him nodded and said, "Yes, it's me! When you were twelve years old, you liked to lie in bed every morning and get up late. On that day, your grandmother scolded you and punished you for running twelve miles in one go. It also tells you that running helps to train your legs and feet, and it also has a very big effect on the improvement of light skills......"

"Grandmother......" Jiang Zhongmeng couldn't hold back any longer, ran forward, hugged the white-haired old man in front of him, the tears in his eyes were both happy and sad, and he choked up: "Grandmother, where have you been all these years, do you know, Zhongmeng misses you so much." Grandmother, since you are still alive, why don't you go home and live with Zhong Meng?"

Grandmother patted Jiang Zhongmeng's back, let go of him, and said coldly: "Grandmother hasn't come home all these years because of Master Qin." When Qin Ye knew that his grandmother was not dead, he sent people everywhere to find me and hunt me down, so that all these years, my grandmother has been tired of hiding and fleeing for her life. ”

Jiang Zhongmeng was surprised: "Master Qin, grandmother, was there any misunderstanding during this period? Qin Ye was as kind to Zhong Meng, if it wasn't for him back then, ......

Grandmother Wei Lan interrupted Jiang Zhongmeng's words and said sharply: "If it weren't for him back then, the silver-faced Qin Ye Guan Qiuxiong, why would you and my grandfather and grandson be forced to be separated for ten years, why would my grandson need to live alone, and why would my grandmother need to be displaced, hide her whereabouts, and dare not return home?"

I saw that my grandmother Wei Lan's eyes were full of hatred, her face was sharp, and her originally haggard face was a little weird and terrifying at this moment. Jiang Zhongmeng shuddered unconsciously, his voice trembled, and asked, "Grandmother, what happened back then, why did Qin Ye do this to our Jiang family?"

Grandmother Wei Lan glanced at Jiang Zhongmeng deeply, sighed long, and said quietly: "Child, you have grown up, some things should be told to you, you have to listen carefully, grandmother will tell you a long, long story." ”

Jiang Zhongmeng's heart was tugging, curious and longing, longing for the mysterious truth, and he listened intently to his grandmother Wei Lan tell everything......