Chapter 466: Apart from the leader of Xuanxian Sect, there is only Qin Niao

Qin Niao snorted coldly, "That's how it should be. She actually used Xuan Ling's account to provoke..."

At this point, Qin Niao's voice paused slightly.

Chu Qingci's tone was clear and gentle: "Who are you provoking, Senior Sister? The real Junior Master?"

Qin Niao smoothed his hair and said calmly, "Provoking the God Girl."

Chu Qingci pressed on, "Was Ling the Junior Master-Uncle at that time?"

Qin Niao: "Didn't your dad tell you?"

The junior master uncle of Xuanxian Sect is an extremely mysterious figure both to the outside world and to the inside.

She always wears white Hanfu and a veil, looking like a fairy from heaven, mysterious and unknowable.

The Xuanling account was also established by Junior Master Uncle for the purpose of warning of natural disasters, but she was away from Xuanxian Sect all year round, traveling around the world with an uncertain whereabouts, so the management rights of the account were also handed over to the Sect Master of Xuanxian Sect.

The only person who has truly seen the true appearance of Junior Master Uncle Xuanling is Qin Niao, the leader of the Xuanxian Sect.

Chu Qingci shook his head and stared at Qin Niao with a bit of scrutiny: "My father only said that if he finds you, he will find Junior Master. Back then on Mingwu Island, Junior Master disappeared with you. But why didn't you take Junior Master Xuanling back to Xuanxian Sect after you found her?"

Qin Niao didn't care about his suspicion, "Why do you want to go back?"

Chu Qingci: "Senior Sister, you should know that Junior-Master-Uncle is closely related to the future of Xuanxian Sect. She is the next Sect Master."

Qin Niao thought to himself that Shi Ling was the soul figure of the hostile force, Shenyue Sect.

Qin Niao said calmly, "Junior Master has lost his memory."

Chu Qingci was stunned for a moment, then a look of realization crossed his face: "No wonder she pretended not to know me when she saw me."

Although he had never seen the true face of his junior uncle, as the son of the leader of Xuanxian Sect, his junior uncle must have recognized him.

Chu Qingci hurriedly asked, "What exactly happened on the trip to Mingwu Island? Why did Junior Master lose his memory? Has it been so long since he recovered his memory?"

Qin Niao's eyes darkened slightly as he recalled Gu Xiuji who had appeared beside Shi Ling at the beginning. "Junior Master's amnesia is related to the Divine Moon Sect. But there are also people within the Xuanxian Sect who are plotting against Junior Master."

Chu Qingci: "Who is it?"

Qin Niao shook his head: "I didn't know, so I didn't take her back."

Chu Qingci's expression was solemn. "Could it be that there is an undercover agent from the Divine Moon Sect inside the Xuanxian Sect?"

Qin Niao was silent for a moment.

What I didn't mention is that your Junior Master Xuan Ling is the Shenyue Cult's biggest undercover agent in the Xuanxian Sect, the one who's about to become the Sect Master.

Qin Niao said: "If there is an undercover agent from the Shenyue Sect, it is impossible for Junior Master Uncle not to have discovered it."

Chu Qingci muttered to himself, "That's the sect's internal affairs. Junior Master Uncle rarely interacts with the disciples within the sect, so it's impossible for them to have any grudges against her. So someone must be coveting the position of Sect Master and attacked her... No wonder Senior Sister didn't bring Junior Master Uncle back to the sect. Now that she has lost her memory, it would be even harder to guard against her if she returns. I will report this matter to Father and have the elders conduct a thorough investigation."

Qin Niao nodded, his eyes drifting towards Shi Ling's room. "Don't tell Xuanxianmen about her whereabouts until she recovers her memory."

…

At eight o'clock in the evening, Luo Zhaodi returned to her low-rent housing after get off work at the orchard.

On the way she received a call from her father.

She answered the phone tiredly, thinking that the caller was asking her for money again, and felt a little annoyed.

"dad."

"Zhao Di, what are you busy with?"

"Just got back from picking fruit."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet. I'm just going back to cook."

"Then don't cook anymore. Zhaodi, you've worked hard. Come home. The food is ready and waiting for you."

After a tiring day, Luo Zhaodi suddenly heard the caring voices of her family. She couldn't help but feel her eyes warm and her heart warmed.

Although her family had some traditional values that favored boys over girls, and treated her less well than her younger brother, they still cared about her. They had asked her to move out before, out of helplessness, after all, other girls of her age were already married.

"Okay, Dad, I'll be right back."

Luo Zhaodi planned to take the bus home. After waiting at the platform for a while, the No. 4 bus she wanted to take arrived.

She was about to get in the car, but at this moment, the voice of the girl she met in the orchard during the day suddenly rang in her mind.

She said, remember to bring a knife when you go home at night.

For a moment, she felt a chill down her spine.

How did she know that she would go home tonight?

Why carry a knife?

But her father's unusually kind attitude seemed like a false dream, which made her indulge in it but also made her feel a little panic.

Luo Zhaodi glanced at the bus approaching the bus stop, clutched the corner of her clothes in confusion, and finally turned around and ran to the 24-hour convenience store next to her and bought a fruit knife.

She thought to herself with self-mockery that she was probably not born to be loved. Even when her father asked her to go home for dinner, she was on guard.

Thinking of this, Luo Zhaodi couldn't help feeling a little guilty. When she left the convenience store, she bought a watermelon. She thought, now that she was living separately, she couldn't go back to eat empty-handed.

Luo Zhaodi put the fruit knife in her pocket, then carried the watermelon and got on the next bus.

Her parents live in an old residential complex in the county town. The buildings here are generally not high, most of them are only five or six stories high, and there are no elevators installed.

On summer nights, the sound of cicadas and frogs is noisy, the old residential buildings are brightly lit, and cheerful square dance songs can be heard on the lawn. Some elderly women in the community are dancing in a line.

Luo Zhaodi knocked on the door and a middle-aged woman opened the door for her. When she saw the watermelon she was carrying, a smile instantly appeared on her face.

"Zhao Di, why are you bringing food so late? Come in and have dinner."

Luo's mother took the watermelon from her and put it in an old-fashioned refrigerator to freeze.

There was only a large plate of boiled chicken and two plates of green vegetables on the dining table. Most of the boiled chicken had been eaten. Her father and her brother did not wait for anyone and were just gnawing on the meat. There were some chicken bones piled next to their bowls.

"I'm back, Zhaodi. Come and eat. I specially saved the chicken head for you, which you like."

Luo's father put a piece of chicken head into Luo Zhaodi's bowl. The chicken was raised by her mother on the balcony and slaughtered at home. The feathers on the chicken head had not been plucked out yet, and the skin looked densely covered with black spots.

Her brother was gnawing on a chicken drumstick. Actually, she didn't like eating the chicken head at all; she also liked the drumstick. When she was little, she reached out to grab a drumstick, but her parents scolded her harshly, saying she was greedy and that drumsticks were for children and she should give them to her brother.

From then on, whenever the family slaughtered chickens or ducks, she never picked up a chicken leg again. She would just gnaw on the chicken neck or head. Later, when she went to work in a factory to earn money, she saw a chicken leg in the window and ordered one.

The thumb-sized chicken drumstick had the soft texture of a chicken from a feeder, but it was packed with meat and really delicious. How could she not like chicken drumsticks?

At the dinner table, her parents started asking about her recent situation, but after just a few questions, they started talking about money again. They asked her what kind of work she was doing and how much money she made. They also mentioned that her younger brother was getting married soon and wanted a 100,000 yuan betrothal gift...

Luo Zhaodi was feeling a bit irritated. "Dad, Mom, isn't the money I've saved with you all these years enough for my brother's betrothal gift? I don't have any money now."

Father Luo's face darkened. "Those are the gifts you gave us as a gift. Your brother is getting married, and you don't want to contribute a penny?"

"I will give my brother a red envelope when the time comes, but I can't afford his betrothal gift money."

Luo Zhaodi felt much better after she finished speaking. She put down her bowl and chopsticks and stood up. "I have to go to the orchard to pick fruit tomorrow, so I'll go back first."