After Jing Cheng left, Madam Liu stood in the yard, staring at the group's backs as they walked away. She was silent for a long time before returning to her room.
"Mom, do you know my classmate?" Chen Zhiyi couldn't help asking. He just discovered that his mother had been paying attention to Jing Cheng since she learned his name.
Madam Liu frowned slightly and did not answer his question. Instead, she asked, "Is your classmate Jing Cheng really the heir of the Jing family of Taiyin Mountain?"
Chen Zhiyi pondered for a moment and said, "I'm not sure about this. I only know that he is the third young master of the Jing family in Shangjing."
"Is your classmate the son of Jing Zhensong, a real estate tycoon from Beijing?" Chen Xingping held a cup of tea, took a sip, walked over slowly, lowered his head slightly to look at the mother and son, and asked.
Chen Zhiyi recalled: "That should be the case. On the day he transferred here, it was his brother Jing Rong who sent him here."
Jing Rong is a well-known business genius in Shangjing City. Because of his handsome appearance, he is favored by the media and often appears on TV, newspapers and business magazines. Anyone in Shangjing City who pays attention to the news knows this person, so his family background has been clearly revealed by netizens.
Jing Zhensong is jokingly called "the national dad" by netizens, while Jing Rong is the "national husband" and "national male god".
The two of them were well-known in the aristocratic school.
Madam Liu lowered her head slightly, as if thinking about something.
...
...
Shangjing Jing family, real estate...all matched the information she knew.
"I've only heard that the Jing family has two sons, one is a business elite, and the other is a second-generation rich kid. I've never heard that the Jing family has a third young master." At this point, Chen Xingping took another sip of tea and smacked his lips, "What is the Jing family of Taiyin Mountain? He said he was a heavenly master? How come the Jing family is related to Taoism?"
Chen Zhiyi pushed his glasses and answered in a low voice: "He was not in the country before, and only came back this year."
"There are so many things you don't know." Madam Liu looked at him in reproach and said, "The Jing family of Mount Taiyin is a legendary family of heavenly masters with a thousand-year history. Didn't you enjoy watching "The Republic of China" before? Your favorite character, Lingsu Zhenren, is the heavenly master of the Jing family."
Chen Xingping raised his eyebrows and put down the teacup in his hand. "Oh? I thought it was a fictional character created by the screenwriter. It turns out there is a real prototype?"
"Isn't it?" Madam Liu mentioned a few more names, all of which were famous people and extraordinary people recorded in history, including some prime ministers and imperial teachers who held the first rank.
"Is this true? Are they all from the Jing Clan of Taiyin Mountain?"
Even Chen Zhiyi was stunned and couldn't help but blurt out.
Those historical celebrities who seem to be engraved in our minds all came down from the same mountain. This breaks common sense and will surprise anyone who hears it.
"How could I lie to you?" Madam Liu stretched out her slender fingers, tapped her son's forehead, and said softly, "I just didn't expect that the Jing family, which once dominated the world of heavenly masters, would fall to this point."
It is really hard to imagine that he would change his career to go into business.
The regret in her tone was so obvious that the Chen father and son were greatly surprised.
Chen Xingping: "Why? Could it be that your mother's family has had dealings with them before?"
"One hundred years ago, one of my ancestors was saved by Lingsu Zhenren, so Master Jingtian is the great benefactor of our Liu family." Mrs. Liu explained to her husband. As if she had thought of something, she suddenly turned her head to look at her son, her eyes bright and frightening. "Son, your classmate can inherit Master Jingtian's mantle, so he is very likely the descendant of that person. You must build a good relationship with him! Help him to the best of your ability, understand?"
“…”
Chen Zhiyi really couldn't imagine that Jing would need his help...
I am so timid that I can't help in catching ghosts. Even if I help, I might even make things worse.
But his mother rarely showed such an expression, which showed that this was a very important matter in her heart.
Chen Zhiyi finally nodded obediently.
Mrs. Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Xingping also nodded and said in agreement: "As a person, you should be grateful and repay your kindness. Since he is the descendant of your benefactor, it is time for our son to have a good relationship with him."
Seeing that her husband also agreed with her approach, Mrs. Liu felt warm in her heart and smiled.
Such a big scandal happened in the family, so everyone had dinner in their own yard that day.
While the family of three was eating quietly, Mrs. Liu was absent-minded. For some reason, she suddenly let out a nervous "ah" and put down her bowl and chopsticks.
Then he got up from the table, hurried back to the bedroom, and began to look for something in the drawers and cabinets.
Listening to the clanging noise coming from next door, the Chen family father and son looked at each other with their chopsticks in their mouths.
After a long while, Mrs. Liu returned to the restaurant with a dazed look on her face and holding something that looked like a piece of paper.
"If you want to find something, can't you look for it after dinner?" Chen Xingping put down his chopsticks.
Madam Liu didn't even look at him, and said in a trembling voice, "Look! Son, you have good eyesight, help mommy take a look."
An old black-and-white photo was carefully placed on the table.
Chen Zhiyi looked down.
The photo was obviously well taken care of by the owner and the color had hardly faded. The background of the photo was a courtyard in an old house, which seemed to be their house.
What surprised him were the two protagonists in the photo.
They were two short-haired boys about seventeen or eighteen years old.
A man wearing a long Taoist robe, old-fashioned cloth shoes, carrying a long sword on his back, with a serious face and a somewhat nervous expression.
The other one was wearing a white shirt, black bow tie, overalls, and black leather shoes with laces. He hugged the boy next to him and faced the camera with a bright smile.
Chen Zhiyi opened his mouth wide: "This...Mom, how come you have a photo of my classmate?"
The two people in the photo are clearly Jing Cheng and Qin Yan!
It’s just that the two of them were dressed completely differently from now, so he thought about it carefully.
Mrs. Liu: "This is a photo from over a hundred years ago. How could it be your classmate?"
"But they look exactly the same!" Chen Zhiyi pointed at the photos on the table and said anxiously, "Did you go to a photo studio that takes artistic photos and get the wrong photos?"
Madam Liu glared at him and said unhappily, "When have I ever taken an artistic photo? This is a photo of my ancestor's benefactor."
After a pause, she continued, "No wonder they looked so familiar to me today, but I couldn't find the reason. I didn't expect the problem to be here."
"What's so strange about this? The genetic similarity rate of humans can be as high as 99.9%. Since you believe that Zhiyi's classmate is the descendant of Master Jing Tian, it is very likely that they look similar." Chen Xingping said in a casual tone, "As for the other one, I don't think they look very similar. Their temperaments are very different. The young master of the Qin family looks more stable."
Chen Zhiyi lowered his head and looked at it carefully. He felt that he could not see clearly. Just as he was about to reach out to pick up the photo, Mrs. Liu slapped his hand.
"You're so impatient, don't break it." Madam Liu held the photo with care, carefully wrapped it with a handkerchief, and said with deep emotion, "No matter what the reason is, it's fate. Maybe Zhiyi's classmate is the reincarnation of the two people in the photo."
Chen Zhiyi: “…”
Sometimes it was really hard for him to understand how his parents loved each other and even ignored human ethics to get married, even though their worldviews were so different.
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The sun was about to set, the sunset glowed half the sky red, and the entire street of the ancient city was shrouded in the setting sun, gradually becoming darker.
The evening breeze blows and the willow branches sway gently.
Fu Le casually pinched a willow branch that almost hit his face, shook it off, and said casually: "By the way, I think Madam Liu seems to be very interested in Chengzi. I noticed that she peeked at Chengzi from time to time in the restaurant. Do you remember? When Chengzi said she wanted to leave, she kept trying to keep us."
Qin Yan said: "Maybe you are wondering why he can remove Gu? After all, it is a unique skill passed down from their Miaojiang family."
Speaking of the family's unique skills, the two of them couldn't help but look at Jing Cheng with strange expressions.
They found that as long as it was related to metaphysics, there seemed to be nothing that Jingcheng didn't know.
Even his knowledge of the unpopular and almost lost witchcraft is simply a monster.
Maybe one day someone will come to him for help after being cursed, and Jing Cheng will be able to solve it perfectly.
"Chengzi, tell me the truth, do you also know how to raise poisonous insects? Or cast black magic?" Fu Le asked solemnly.
"..." Jing Cheng glanced at him speechlessly and said, "I can only remove the Gu, but I can't raise it. As for the method... it's because I once saved a fallen girl, and the method of removing the Gu was the reward she gave me."
Fallen girl?
Qin Yan's ears perked up and he turned his head to look over.
"What kind of fallen girl?" Fu Le's eyes flashed with gossip.
Jing Cheng felt helpless when they stared at him. He could only organize his words and tell the story in a dry voice: "It was about a simple girl living in the deep mountains. When she was seventeen, she fell in love with a rich young man passing by. She ignored the opposition of her clan members and followed the rich young man to a distant place. When she arrived at the rich young man's home, she found that this man had many concubines, some fat and some thin. Only then did she realize that she had been deceived."
"And then?" Qin Yan asked, "She won't commit suicide, right?"
"That's not the case." Jing Cheng shook his head and said, "She is simple, but not weak. She put a love spell on the man."
"Let this rich young master only have eyes for her from now on."
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The author has something to say:
I was too busy during the day and came back late. I have been writing until now, but I am too sleepy to finish it. Sorry, I will make up for it during the day.
ps: Be sure to pay attention to your footing on snowy nights. I fell twice when I was walking home in the dark tonight. I was stunned. . .
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