054. Yin and Yang
Qian Zifeng was no different from what Qingling thought. He had a fat head and big ears, and his official robe was pushed up by his belly, leaving a bulge. He looked like a man who had been indulging in alcohol and sex for many years.
The banquet was held in the courtyard of Qian Zifeng's private residence. When Qingling arrived, Zhu Lezhi and Miaoyuan were both sitting neatly at the table. He had not slept all night and had exhausted all his energy. He was now pale and tired, looking extremely weak, and a fierce ghost with a gloomy face followed him.
Qian Zifeng didn't know this, so he walked up to Qingling and started greeting him, calling him "young master" and "please take a seat".
The other two people at the table didn't dare to say a word. As soon as they entered the yard, the evil ghost glanced at them coldly and sinisterly, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
Qing Ling did not sit down. He felt a little sorry that this official was not in the cause and effect. He was just passing by and did not want to make friends with him, so he simply said straight to the point: "No need. I came to see the two of them. They seem to be living well. I will take my leave first."
"This..." Qian Zifeng's brain was quick and he was used to the ways of the world. He immediately said, "Young Master, you must be tired after this night... It's okay, it's okay. What's the point of staying in the inn? Just rest in my house. Come on..."
Without waiting for Qing Ling to refuse, he shouted, "Prepare water for the young master to bathe."
Qian Zifeng knew that the affairs of Chunhongyuan and Yang family were caused by this seemingly fragile young master. He did not have the courage to kill Qingling, but was unwilling to let go of such a cunning and powerful person, so he tried every means to win him over.
People live for either wealth or power. The Yang family offended this young master and ended up in the current situation, but if he had bet on the right thing, he would have been very successful in the future!
But Qingling didn't buy it.
"No need. I won't stay here for long anyway." Qing Ling looked calm. "Master Qian is lucky. He has not been involved in karma. He should stop while he is ahead. Otherwise, if he is involved in karma with me again, he may not be as lucky as he was this time."
Qing Ling thought about it and realized that after he had anything to do with her, the Qing family was wiped out and the government office was replaced.
Zhu Lezhi also stood up and said, "Yes, I won't stay any longer either. We have already wasted quite a while in Liuyang City."
Qian Zifeng was still unwilling, but he still spoke in a gentle tone: "Hey, why are you so anxious? I have offended the master and the young lady before. Don't you even want to give me this apology banquet?"
There were even vegetarian dishes made from fresh seasonal vegetables on Miaoyuan's table, but he didn't even glance at them. He just stood up, holding his rosary and said, "People with different ideals cannot work together. Instead of caring about a few passers-by, Mr. Qian should think more about how to be a parent official."
He said it rather bluntly.
Qian Zifeng's expression became a little tense.
As everyone was about to leave, Zhu Lezhi smiled and said, "Master Qian, I see a black cloud coming from the sky, shaped like an earthworm descending into your life palace. You should be careful recently. Things will be difficult to accomplish and disasters will happen."
After leaving the private residence, Qing Ling asked, "Is what you just said true?"
"It wasn't true before, but it may not be true after." Zhu Lezhi snorted, "I can't let this bastard official throw him into prison for nothing. He has a lot of karma. If he hadn't been lucky, he wouldn't have escaped this disaster. We cultivators should also be careful with our speech. We can't speak carelessly, let alone swear casually. I just predicted his fate, which is to break his luck. It's also a way of following the will of heaven."
Qingling just nodded without saying anything.
Compared with evil spirits, invisible fortune is even more unpredictable. According to physiognomy, his face has a sharp nose bridge and thin lips, which makes him cold and ruthless. His life is even worse, with both good luck and bad luck.
For example, if he sees a ghost, if it is luck, he can gain some merit, but if it is bad luck, he might die.
And Zhu Lezhi's prediction of fate can ruin a person's fortune. I think it's because that person is not a good person, otherwise he would be following the will of heaven and would be lucky not to be struck by heaven.
"But I have to thank you for this time." Zhu Lezhi added, while giving Miao Yuan an elbow. "We originally wanted to fight with those two beasts from the Yang family to see who could hold back first, but we didn't expect that you would have to rescue us in the end. I heard that those bastards died so cleanly. Don't worry, the distinction between good and evil in our industry is determined by heaven. What you are doing is to eliminate harm for the people, and it can't be considered a crooked way."
Miao Yuan also sighed and agreed: "Thank you, Mr. Qing. You are right. It's just... that's all. Judging from your expression, you should take a good rest."
Shang Changheng immediately laughed in a wicked way, "Just make less trouble in the future. One or two of them are quite capable, but they still have to rely on Qingling to make money."
The three people spoke one sentence each, making Qingling's ears numb.
He just felt noisy.
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As expected, Qian Zifeng did not dare to come again. Qingling rested in Liuyang City for a few more days. The whole city was talking about the Yang family and Chunhongyuan. Even the Zhang family, who were relatives by marriage, were worried. They sent people to invite him to see them, but were turned away.
On the day of departure, it was heard that Magistrate Qian slipped and fell on the steps of his home, landing on his face and breaking his nose.
People were talking about the group of three people in a miraculous way. At first, they said they were hermits who were getting rid of harm for the people, but after a few days, they said they were gods who came down to earth to save all living beings.
After hearing this, Qingling felt that this was not a good thing.
People in the world are always like this, they put others in high positions, and once things don't go well, they will smash them to pieces.
He was not a savior, he just wanted to find a way to survive in this world, so he set off immediately and left Liuyang City.
On the day they left, Xu Yun in the inn finally breathed a sigh of relief. She held the blood-stained dark red string in her hand, and the other end of the string was tied to the mouth of the gourd. She lowered her head and smiled at the gourd: "Brother, I told you not to cause trouble everywhere. Look, I'm still alive and well now, but you are in the gourd, and you have to let me do whatever I want."
The gourd suddenly trembled violently. Xu Yun tightly grasped the blood line and said with a low laugh, "You are quite fierce. Fierce, right? After a few more days of refining you, you won't be so fierce anymore."
Her slender white hands were marked by blood, but Xu Yun smiled even more happily and proudly. She began to think again. She had seen the female ghost kept in Huangshanling some time ago and there was nothing wrong with it. However, Mingzhou, where she was going next, was strange.
They were about to return, but halfway through the journey they received a message from their master, asking them to immediately go to a small border town in Mingzhou to check if there were any newly born evil spirits and to see if there had been any massacres.
Of course she was not willing to go. If the evil spirit was so ferocious, what good would it be for her to go? But her master was about to set off for the east, so she had to go.
Xu Yun looked towards the east where the sun was rising. Clouds gathered on the horizon. Under the morning light, Qingling's carriage headed westward. After leaving Liuyang City, it began to head towards the mountains. He wanted to go west along this mountain range.
Go find the truth from thousands of years ago.
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Zhu Lezhi was very interested in Qingling's strange magic, especially the art of folding paper cranes to find people and their souls, which was a real ancient inheritance.
After she folded the 238th paper crane that could not fly, the descendant of the Zhu family, who believed she had great talent, gave up.
"This is what talent is." Zhu Lezhi sighed repeatedly while pulling the reins. She got a horse when she went out of the city, and the three of them always stayed in one carriage, which was really uncomfortable. Miao Yuan drove the carriage behind her and did not comment on this.
Qing Ling in the carriage didn't really care what the two people outside said.
He took out a book of unofficial history he had found in Liuyang City, which he had never seen before, and still tried to find the shadows of those people who lived thousands of years ago from these fragments.
Before I had read two pages, the book was snatched from my hands.
Qing Ling raised his head and looked at Shang Changheng who was sitting opposite him, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
"That's what I see."
The book floated in front of Shang Changheng and automatically turned a page.
"You recognize words?" Qing Ling said, and then he remembered that this evil ghost had even learned to speak, not to mention that these were just words with slightly changed fonts, so he said, "It's just something to entertain you in your spare time, but you remember some of it, but you still don't remember who killed you? The evil ghost's initial obsession is mostly revenge, so the name of the enemy should be the most vivid one."
But Shang Changheng even remembered Zuo Baichuan and Wei Qingxia, but he still couldn't figure out how he died.
Shang Changheng didn't raise his eyes, he just said: "I don't remember."
Qing Ling guessed: "You won't... never know who hurt you until you die, right?"
Shang Changheng turned another page of the book in front of him, "Maybe."
They seldom spoke in such a peaceful manner, but ever since the day in Chunhong Courtyard, Shang Changheng spent more time with him, and even during the day, he seldom returned to Huanlong Pei.
This jade was originally prepared to protect Shang Changheng's soul.
Qingling was afraid that the evil spirit would melt in the sun, so he said, "It's daytime now, you are a ghost, why don't you go back to Yuli?"
"It's okay to be by your side." Shang Changheng finally raised his eyes and looked at Qingling. "The emperor of later generations recorded in this unofficial history is really ridiculous."
"There will be wise rulers in the future. No matter how divided and united the world is, there will always be heroes who will emerge and pacify the country." After Qing Ling finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Shang Changheng hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.
He did think of a way to find out the cause of Shang Changheng's death, even though he didn't know who killed him, but... he didn't quite want to use it.
So there was some obvious fear in his hesitant look.
In front of him, Shang Changheng was either a black shadow with unclear outlines, or his current appearance was almost the same as when he was alive. At least he was still a human being, but... Qingling had never seen his death, and Shang Changheng had never killed anyone in front of him.
When an evil ghost kills someone, he or she will look like dead.
Shang Changheng's face suddenly darkened. He put the book aside, looked directly at Qing Ling and asked, "You are afraid of me again, Qing Ling, what are you afraid of?"
Qing Ling could only lower his eyes, "Nothing."
"Really?" Shang Changheng's voice sounded quite calm, but his expression was stern. "You are afraid that I am a ghost. Your expression... is like I will turn into something scary at any time and do something to you."
Before Qing Ling could think of what to say, he heard him sneer again.
"Forget it. Who made me a ghost?"
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