After seeing the bookshelf filled with books written by Chen Lanzhi, Xiang Sheng began to guess about Zhou Ying's identity.
But unexpectedly, Zhou Ying would tell her directly.
Xiang Sheng put down the book in his hand, returned to the table, was silent for a moment, and said, "Senior Sister, you kept the secret for so many years, why did you tell me alone today?"
Zhou Ying shook her head slightly. "I don't know. Maybe it's because you're young, or maybe... I still have a glimmer of hope."
At this point, Zhou Ying smiled and said, "Don't feel burdened. Just treat it as a story. How about that?"
Xiang Sheng pursed her lips slightly, "Junior sister, I'm all ears."
"That was three thousand years ago."
Zhou Ying spoke softly, with a hint of emotion: "This story is actually simple, without too many twists and turns.
My grandmother was the eldest daughter of a wealthy businessman in the secular world. I don’t know much about the story between her and my grandfather, but I saw that whenever my grandmother mentioned that time, a smile always appeared on her face.
Unfortunately, my grandfather passed away very soon and in such a hurry that he didn’t even have time to take a closer look at my newborn mother.
From then on, my grandmother waited for him all her life.
The secular world was isolated from information and had no idea what was happening in the world of cultivation. My grandmother was unable to find out any news about my grandfather until her death, and died with regret.
My mother had no spiritual roots, so under the arrangement of my grandmother, she got married early and then I was born.
My father died early, so my grandmother took my mother and me in to raise us. I was influenced by what I heard and saw since I was a child, and after reading so many travelogues and miscellaneous books left by my grandfather, I developed a yearning for cultivation.
When Xiang Sheng heard this, he couldn't help but glance at the surrounding bookshelves.
It turns out that these books were the relics left by Chen Lanzhi to his wife and children.
"After all, my life is better than my mother's. I inherited my grandfather's talent for cultivation."
Zhou Ying smiled and continued, "My mother probably had some resentment in her heart back then and didn't want me to attend the disciple recruitment ceremony, but I insisted on coming here.
I just want to see what the place where my grandfather used to live looks like.
My mother couldn't persuade me, so she came with me. After that, she heard a lot about my grandfather. Although she looked resentful, she no longer hated him.
Unfortunately, human life is short. Although I tried to prolong my mother's life, she ultimately could not outlive her destiny and left me soon after a hundred years."
Perhaps it was because it had been so long, Zhou Ying's tone was very calm from beginning to end. Even when he talked about his mother's death, there was no emotion.
But soon, her tone changed, "Not long after that, Yao Ziyi showed up."
"He never showed up."
Zhou Ying sighed softly, "At first, I just knew there was this person who was always helping me secretly, but I didn't know who it was.
It was not until nine hundred years ago that your fourth senior sister Su Qingqing revealed his name.
Junior Sister, can you help me ask him why he did this?"
"I see."
Xiang Sheng nodded, stretched out his hand, and said, "I will tell Third Senior Brother the truth about everything you said today.
I also ask Senior Sister to grant me a communication talisman so that I can promptly inform you of Third Senior Brother's reaction."
Zhou Ying's eyes lit up when he heard this. Without saying anything, he took out a communication talisman and placed it in Xiang Sheng's hand, saying:
"Then I'll leave it to Junior Sister Shen."
"Don't worry, Senior Sister."
Xiang Sheng put away the communication talisman, stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhou Ying.
"etc."
As Zhou Ying spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed outside the house. A golden light suddenly flew in from outside the house and turned into a golden bowl that fell into her hand.
"After talking with Junior Sister today, I've resolved most of the knot in my heart."
Zhou Ying's expression was filled with joy: "Junior Brother Xiaoliu, you can take it back."
Xiang Sheng hesitated, "What about Master Wen, the leader of the meridians..."
"It's alright, Master has already made it clear that I have full authority over this matter."
Zhou Ying smiled gently, "Go ahead."
Xiang Sheng nodded after hearing this, turned around and walked out of the room. Soon, Li Xiaoliu's voice was heard outside the house.
"Junior Sister, how did you convince Senior Sister Zhou?"
"Junior sister, you are amazing!"
"Third Brother has gone too far. I'm going back to settle the score with him!"
“…”
Zhou Ying smiled slightly when she heard this. She stood up and was about to tidy up the bookshelf, but she saw a woman in red standing behind her, looking at her with a smile.
"Master?"
She looked surprised and quickly stepped forward to greet him: "When did you come?"
"I just arrived recently."
The woman in red smiled slightly, flicked her sleeves and sat down.
The true disciples of the Water Sword Vein were all disciples of the Vein Master. The woman in red, whom Zhou Ying addressed as "Master," was naturally none other than the Water Sword Vein Master, Wen Ling.
"You let Li Xiaoliu go so easily. Aren't you afraid that Yao Ziyi will still not show up after hearing what little Shen Xiang said?"
Hearing Master's words, Zhou Ying sighed softly, "Master, this matter cannot be forced. If he doesn't want to show up, what's the point of forcing him?"
"We have to force it. If we don't force it, are you going to drag it out for another two thousand years?"
Wen Ling scolded coldly, but seeing Zhou Ying's sad face, he couldn't bear to scold her anymore, so he said in a slower tone:
"Your inner conflict runs deep, and it's already impacting your cultivation. These are turbulent times, so you should make a decision soon to avoid regrets later."
Zhou Ying was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Master, you already knew his identity, didn't you? Is he... my grandfather?"
Wen Ling smiled faintly when she heard this: "Yes or no, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"
…
"Third Brother, I'm back!"
As soon as Li Xiaoliu returned to the peak, he could no longer contain his excitement and started shouting loudly.
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