Chapter 153 Reunion

That night, there was a sound of movement outside the window, and inside the window, Ning Mingmei was still thinking.

The system said: "It's rare to see you care so much about the safety of your disciples."

Ning Mingmei said, "I'm thinking about one thing. Payday is coming in three days. Wen Siheng hasn't come to the lab for seven days. Should we still pay him?"

system:……

rather! bright! Ignorance!

No matter how the world changes, Ning Mingmei always has money in his heart. The next morning, several people followed the clues they had obtained earlier and headed towards Wen Siheng's house.

The scenery of Xiangyang City is different from that of Yaochuan City and others. Although it is early autumn now, the weather is already very cold. The city’s facilities are outdated but the population is crowded, like a musty wooden house that has stood in the yard for decades. Jiang Yourong looked at this place and felt a little upset.

It turns out that the eldest brother grew up in such a place.

The Wen family originally lived in the suburbs. After Wen Siheng's situation in Qingji Sect became better, his mother used the money he sent back to buy a small courtyard in the west of the city, located on the corner of the old street. The wooden door of the courtyard was closed. Ning Mingmei was just about to send Lao Shiqi to knock on the door when he heard the voice of the wonton vendor behind him.

"Are the immortals here to look for the Wen family?"

Ning Mingmei looked back. No wonder the wonton vendor came up to talk to me. They are a group of outstanding people, which is incompatible with the sewage flowing in the old street. People along the way had been secretly looking at them. Most people just don't have the guts to talk to them.

Old Seventeen said, "Yes. The people living in this courtyard are the three people from the Wen family, right?"

"A family of three? Oh, their eldest son did come back a few days ago. After a few days, they went out and never came back. The owner of the tailor shop is still complaining. Aunt Wen has been working for her, and recently is the peak season for the tailor shop. She left without saying a word." said the wonton stall vendor.

Several people looked at each other.

This sounds like something really happened.

Lao Shiqi wanted to ask for more details. But the vendor rolled his eyes and obviously didn't intend to speak. There were several sets of tables and chairs behind the hawker. The tabletops had been wiped, but over the years, they had inevitably become oily and black. Old Twenty-Five is a bit of a germaphobe and it makes my scalp tingle just by looking at

But Ning Mingmei unexpectedly lifted his sleeves. He used a small spell to clean the table and chairs and sat down.

Ning Mingmei paid for ten bowls of wontons. It was said that he was buying wontons, but in fact it was paying for getting information. The vendor went to pick up the wontons with a smile on his face. A few disciples were left behind, looking embarrassed.

This place is like this... How can Master sit down so naturally?

But Ning Mingmei did not force them and just chatted with the vendor.

Finally, several disciples sat down one by one. Ye Yufei whispered to Old Seventeen, "I thought your master was always very aloof and a bit superior."

Old Seventeen was also a little dumbfounded: "I didn't expect that Master would be so natural sitting here."

Sitting in a place like this... considered inferior by most cultivators.

Just across the street from the people at Piaomiao Peak, a green-covered horse-drawn carriage was passing through Xiangyang City.

"I thought Xiangyang City would have some fun places." A young man said loudly, obviously disappointed. "Do you smell that smell? It's salty and wet, like the smell of a sewer. This place is full of that smell."

A girl covered her mouth and nose. Another young man said, "This is the smell of poor mortals. The man who just bumped into our carriage had this smell."

"It's really unlucky." Another girl said, "The road here is so narrow. That mortal didn't carefully avoid it and bumped into our car, causing us to be delayed there for half a day."

"That's right. That person was also dirty..."

"Hey." Someone reached out and pushed the blue-dressed boy sitting by the window. "Did you run into him when you went downstairs just now? Did you wash your hands when you came back?"

The person who pushed him was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He looked like he was just chatting, but there was a hint of malice hidden in his face. The young man in blue was originally looking out the window with a distracted look and was not participating in the conversation. When he turned back, a girl spoke.

"You are so kind. He was the one who refused to let you go, yet you gave him money and helped him up." The girl's words were affectionate but also complaining. "What if he gets his clothes dirty?"

Seeing that she cared so much about the boy in blue, a hint of jealousy flashed across the boy's face. His attendant saw it and said deliberately: "That's right, why bother to do that kind of servant's job. It is said that there is a difference between immortals and mortals. These mortals in Xiangyang City are born different from us. One is in the clouds, and the other is in the mud. However, A Yue's idea may be different. After all, A Yue..."

Finally, the boy in blue looked at them.

The young man in blue had an extremely handsome face and was only fourteen years old. Even if one looked at him with the most discerning eyes, he could be considered a beautiful young man whose gender was difficult to tell. But he happened to be born with a pair of very deep black eyes. Although he always had a polite and humble smile on his face, when these eyes looked at people, they always made people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts.

It felt like...his gentleness and decency on the surface was just a facade he put on in order to blend in with the crowd. He actually doesn't understand other people's joys and sorrows, he just performs according to his understanding of other people's expectations.

Once this layer of painted skin is taken off, no one knows what is hidden inside.

The voice of the boy who pushed the person was a little hoarse, but he quickly told himself not to be afraid - Lian Chengyue was nothing, just a bluffing little thing. He is not even of the Lian family's blood!

As long as he felt that he had the leverage over Lian Chengyue, the young man felt that he possessed supreme courage.

"Let's be merciful when we can. Besides, things will always get more troublesome the longer they are delayed, so it's better to solve them quickly." said the young man in blue.

"Ayue, you are right."

Hearing the praise from Yang's cousin, the boy's face became even uglier.

The young man who pushed the man was named Lian Xuan. The girls and boys on this carriage are all from the Lian family or the Yang family.

The Lian family and the Yang family are in-laws. The wife of the head of the Lian family is Miss Yang. The Yang family has been rooted in the Lingfeng sect for a long time.

The leader of Lingfeng Sect held a banquet to celebrate his tenth birthday. Therefore, the Lian family naturally received the invitation. The invitation specifically stated that the Lian family could bring their young children to attend.

Therefore, Lian Xuan and Lian Chengyue were naturally brought here by the head of the Lian family.

Actually, this is a good thing. The Lingfeng sect needs to recruit new disciples, and the Lian family, as a declining family, also needs to be close to a sect. Ever since the head of the Lian family was disrespected by the Qingji Sect a few years ago, the Lian family and the Lingfeng Sect have been getting closer and closer. Lian Xuan knew that he did not have the qualifications to join other major sects, so it would be great if he could become a direct disciple of Lingfeng Sect.

But Lian Chengyue was also brought here.

The head of the family looked hesitant about whether to bring Lian Chengyue over. Lian Chengyue was extremely talented, so the Lian family naturally regarded him as a rare treasure. It is naturally a good idea to use the family members with mediocre qualifications as a bridge to tie them together with Lingfeng Sect. But a good thing like Lian Chengyue... they expect Lian Chengyue to have better development.

For example, if you can’t enter the Qingji Sect, you can still enter the Yanyun Tower.

But the leader of Lingfeng Sect specifically mentioned Lian Chengyue in the letter. This made things a little awkward.

The Lian family had no choice but to take Lian Chengyue with them. Along the way, the head of the Lian family, Lian Chengyue's adoptive father, had a gloomy face. Lian Chengyue's adoptive mother was even more jealous to the point of madness - she was Lian Zhao's mother, and Lian Chengyue had been Lian Zhao's medicine man. If Lian Zhao hadn't died, how could Lian Chengyue have become famous all over the world?

Every time she looked at Lian Chengyue, she thought of this matter more. For so many years, she was trapped in this dark situation and had no time to take care of the growth of her youngest son Lian Xuan. Sometimes she doted on him extremely, and sometimes she scolded him for his mediocrity. Lian Xuan often felt that his mother wished that he, her youngest son, would die more than his brother Lian Zhao.

Lian Xuan couldn't hate his mother, so he hated Lian Chengyue very much. The attitudes of other members of the clan towards Lian Chengyue were also extremely subtle - after all, he was an outsider intruder. Especially the men in the tribe, they tend to be more jealous of their own sex.

This is enough to explain the subtle atmosphere in this car. Only Yang's cousin likes Lian Chengyue. Anyway, the Lian family’s assets have nothing to do with her.

So Lian Xuan thought about this thing he had thought about countless times -

If Lian Zhao hadn’t died. I don’t know where Lian Chengyue is working as a beggar in some dilapidated temple now.

He only needs to throw out a dozen big coins to make the poor Lian Chengyuezhi run around in circles.

It’s a pity that Lian Zhao is dead, otherwise how could Lian Chengyue, a lowly person, get the turn to be the nominal young master and show off his power in the Lian family?

The boy in blue seemed to be completely oblivious to his expression. He spoke softly to his cousins ​​from the Yang family. The atmosphere among these people soon relaxed, and Yang's cousin looked up at him, her eyes full of joy.

Lian Xuan only felt that the flame in his heart burned even more vigorously.

Wasn't it Lian Xuan who suggested going out for a walk today?

Lian Xuan vowed to think of a way to get back at his wits' end. The young man in blue still didn't look at him. He was still talking to someone else, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Lian Xuan is such an idiot. It's easy to lose control of your emotions.

Several Lian family members looked at each other. One of them said loudly: "We are tired after sitting in the car for so long. Why don't we get off and take a walk?"

"Let's go down..." Yang's cousin looked at the dirty streets with some fear.

"It's okay. A Yue is good at serving people and taking good care of people. Don't you think so, A Yue?" Lian Xuan said, deliberately looking at Lian Chengyue.

Several people laughed secretly. Lian Xuan would never forget to remind Lian Chengyue that he was once a "house servant".

But Lian Chengyue still acted as if he heard nothing. He did not speak at length, and just briefly mentioned Lian Xuan's "reminder". Then he helped Yang's cousin get out of the car, which instead highlighted his calmness and generosity.

Lian Xuan felt even more bored, and the fire in his heart only burned more and more fiercely.

In the void, a hoarse voice laughed and said, "It seems that you are almost certain to get the Yang family's treasure. It's just that Lian Xuan keeps pestering you, which is really annoying. But seeing you in trouble, I am quite happy!"

In the gap where no one could see, Lian Chengyue clenched his fists. He glanced at Lian Xuan and pursed his lips.

"Nothing." The young man in blue smiled softly, "He will die here soon."

"So sure?"

On the other side, at the wonton stall, Ning Mingmei raised his head.