Chapter 61 Chapter 61 What is the name of that child? ...

After dinner, Yan Xiu came out in a miserable state, complaining, "What the hell is this portrait painting? It takes so long, I'm almost starving to death!"

Yan Xiu has no cultivation now, and has to eat grains every day. He will feel hungry if he skips a meal.

Yan Lin brought the warmed food to him with a distressed look on his face, and said to the others, "I heard from the servants that this portrait is a rule left by our ancestors. If our descendants have something promising, we should hang the portrait up for future generations to worship."

Wei Xinqi asked, "Then why didn't I see any portraits in the ancestral hall just now?"

"The portrait is in another place and we outsiders cannot see it," said Yan Lin.

"Who wants to look at such a crappy portrait?" Wei Xin picked up some peanuts with disdain.

"Hey, aren't you fasting? Why are you stealing my food?" Yan Xiu said unhappily.

"You rebellious son, believe it or not, I will remove you from my family tree?" Wei Xin teased.

"Then you'd better get rid of it quickly!" Yan Xiu said eagerly.

Yan Lin chuckled and poured them some wine. He turned around and saw that Master Yundu was silent, so he held the bottle and asked, "Master Yundu, would you like some wine?"

"Okay, thank you."

Yan Lin was delighted by his pleasant voice and poured a large cup. However, before he could drink it, a servant came to invite Master Yundu to the study. Duke Xu asked him to come over to discuss matters.

"What is there to discuss? They just met once, what is there to discuss? Go back and tell him that if there is anything, just come over by yourself, and don't call people to see him every now and then. Who the hell is he, an old man?" Wei Xin said unhappily.

The servant probably didn't expect that they would not only reject the Duke's invitation, but also speak rudely to him. After hesitating for a while, he turned around and went back to report the truth.

Wei Xin turned his head, pinched Yun Du's chin and looked at him for a long time: "Why does the old man have such a special liking for you?"

Yun Du smiled and said, "Maybe he thinks I look like his second master."

"Oh, forget it." Wei Xin sneered, "I noticed that the old man was always peeking at you. He even paid special attention to you during dinner!"

Yun Du said seriously, "So Ah Xin cares so much about Lord Xu. I'm going to be jealous."

"......"

*

Wei Xin originally thought that Duke Xu was used to being in a superior position, but he did not expect that he would actually come to the guest room in person to invite Yun Du, saying that he wanted to ask him about matters of immortality.

Yun Du did not refuse, he got up and went to the study with him.

"There are so many of us here, why do we have to ask him?" Wei Xin said.

Yan Xiu said: "With the silly Yan Lin and the angry you, anyone with a discerning eye knows who is more suitable to negotiate."

After dinner, Yan Lin heard that there was a fireworks display outside, and begged Yan Xiu and Wei Xin to go out and take a look.

Wei Xin didn't know when Yun Du would come back, and he didn't want to wait here, so he left a message for him and followed him out.

Two servants said they wanted to follow the young master, but Yan Xiu refused. The servants didn't follow him anymore. After all, the lady had privately told them not to be too nice to this boy and just to do the superficial work.

There were many people coming to watch the fireworks, and they were crowded together. Yan Lin was afraid that everyone would get separated, so he looked up at the roof and said, "Brother Wei Xin, can you take us up to watch it?"

Wei Xin picked up one in each hand and jumped onto the roof.

There was a sound of envy all around.

"Young man, you have great arm strength!"

"Young man, you have great kung fu!"

"Young man, nice ass!"

Whenever Wei Xin threw a stone in the air, someone would suffer a great disaster, and there would be laughter of schadenfreude all around.

With a bang, fireworks exploded in the night sky. The gorgeous sight made Yan Lin fascinated.

Wei Xin took a few glances and didn't expect that the fireworks in this human world were quite interesting. He immediately felt a little regretful and thought he should have brought Yun Du with him to see it.

The crowd was bustling, and the three of them were together, making it very lively.

A child suddenly started crying loudly, just under their eaves.

The three of them looked at the same time and saw that the child was crying heartbreakingly. Although some people around noticed the child, no one came forward to take care of him.

When Yan Lin was about to go down, he saw a somewhat familiar figure approaching and stealthily taking the child away.

"It's that fortune teller!" Yan Lin said, "Where is he going to take the child?"

The three followed him and saw him taking the child to a thatched cottage outside the city. The child had already fainted.

The man put the child on the bed and turned around to see three people suddenly appear in the room. He was shocked: "Why are you walking without making any sound?!"

"Aren't you a fortune teller? How come you can't figure out who we are?" Wei Xin sneered.

"I only tell one fortune every day. I have already told this girl's marriage, so naturally I can't tell you anything else." The man said confidently.

Yan Lin no longer believed him and pointed at the child and asked, "Mr. Cheng, why did you steal the child? What did you do to him?"

Cheng Zhuo's expression turned pale and he said angrily: "What do you mean by stealing? I was obviously saving him, what do you know?"

Yan Lin: "Someone was clearly looking for him just now, but not only did you not return him, you also secretly brought him here..."

"Did you all see it?" Cheng Zhuo was silent for a moment, then looked at Yan Xiu and asked slowly, "You are the young master that the Duke's Mansion just found."

Yan Xiu adjusted to his new identity and said with his hands on his back: "Not bad."

Cheng Zhuo: "Then you better be careful. Don't think you can live without worries. You'd better not get sick."

Yan Lin asked: "What does this mean? Is he in danger?"

Cheng Zhuo glanced at her, took out a cup, poured a few cups of rough tea, sat down and said, "The Duke's Mansion looks like a wealthy family, and many people want to be reborn into their family. However, the Xu family has many descendants, but most of them die young, and only one or two people survive in a generation. Have you ever thought about why this is the case?"

Yan Lin was shocked: "You mean... there is a genetic disease in their family?!"

Cheng Zhuo: “…”

Yan Xiu understood the hidden meaning in his words: "You mean, the death of those children was not an accident?"

Cheng Zhuo pondered and said, "Not entirely. Perhaps it is retribution. The Xu family rose to prominence more than a hundred years ago. Before they rose to prominence, they were just a declining aristocratic family. In order to regain their glory, the head of the family lingered in the brothels, gave birth to many children, and placed his hopes on these descendants."

Wei Xin was the last to sit down. He took a sip of the rough tea and poured it out in disgust. Cheng Zhuo pointed at his cup and said, "Yes, those useless people with poor health will be ruthlessly thrown out like these scum, leaving only some good children who can help the family."

Yan Lin frowned, "This is too much. Is the head of the family really willing to abandon his own child?"

Cheng Zhuo smiled helplessly, "It would have been better to throw it away. Later, the master of the family became seriously ill and believed a sorcerer's folk remedy, which said that blood can nourish blood and life can exchange life. Drinking a bowl of blood from the same root every day can replace the remaining blood in his body, and have the effect of rejuvenating and immortalizing."

Yan Lin's face turned pale with fear: "He wouldn't really believe it, would he?"

Cheng Zhuo nodded, "People can do anything for their desires. With so many children, there are naturally some with poor health. The owner of the family picked a child with poor health but a very good brain, locked him in an ice cellar, and bled him every day."

Not to mention Yan Lin, even Yan Xiu, the former Ghost King, found the listening to be creepy, and suddenly felt that digging up corpses was much more humane than digging up the bones and blood of his own son.

"Ice cellar?" Wei Xin suddenly asked, "Can the child survive in the ice cellar?"

"The strange thing is that the child was not locked in the ice cellar at first. It was only by chance that one day the sorcerer discovered that he had a strange fire and some evil nature, so he locked him in the ice cellar. And he stayed in the ice cellar for more than a month, but he was not frozen to death."

"What happened later? Did the master of the family succeed?" Yan Lin asked worriedly.

Cheng Zhuo shook his head: "Later, the Xu family suddenly caught fire, and everyone died in the fire, except for that child."

Yan Xiu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Was it that kid who set the fire?"

"No one knows the truth."

Yan Lin thought: "That's not right. Since everyone died in the fire, what's going on with the Duke's Mansion now?"

"This brings us to my master's master's master. He was originally the steward of the Xu family."

"Great, so he's a housekeeper. You charlatans really have this skill inherited from your ancestors!" Yan Xiu said.

Cheng Zhuo smiled awkwardly, "My master seemed to have foreseen the danger in advance, and stole some property and letters and left. Who knew that when he was escaping outside, he ran into the second son of the Xu family. Seeing that he couldn't escape, my master coaxed him into saying that there was a big deal in another place, and tricked him into leaving together. Unexpectedly, the Xu family was destroyed the next day."

The room was silent. Cheng Zhuo continued, "The second son of the Xu family was lucky. He used the little property he stole to buy an official position and rose rapidly to become Duke of Xu. I don't know if it's because the previous generation did too many evil things, or because the next generation wants to take over the title. In short, more and more children in this Duke's mansion are dying young."

Wei Xin turned the teacup around, hearing the many twists and turns in his words, such as how the housekeeper had predicted the danger in advance, how the second son of the Xu family had made a fortune again and prospered for generations, and also...

"Why are you telling us this?"

Cheng Zhuo pointed at the sleeping child on the bed and said, "That child is the son of Xu Shizi who was living outside. He suffers from a serious disease and has never been cured, so he cannot return to the Xu family. Although he has people to take care of him, those servants beat and scold him at every turn. He looks very pitiful. He cried just now because he was beaten."

Yan Lin subconsciously hugged Yan Xiu: "Let's go, we can't stay in this Duke's Mansion..."

Yan Xiu also felt that there was no need to hold on to this golden rice bowl. It was not because he was afraid that something would really happen to him, but because Yan Lin would definitely be worried.

Wei Xin received a note from Yun Du, saying that the other party was on the way to find him.

Before leaving, Wei Xin turned around. For some reason, he felt a little concerned and asked, "Where is the ice cellar?"

"It disappeared a long time ago. I only heard Master mention it a few times, but I don't know the details."

Wei Xin asked again: "What is the child's name?"

"I know that, Xu Linfeng."

"According to what you said, the Xu family has many descendants, so there are not enough tablets. If they want to put one, they would not put a person suspected of arson. Then why is there a tablet for Xu Linfeng in the Xu family ancestral hall?"

Moreover, it was placed in a relatively conspicuous position, which showed that someone knew the inside story and knew that Xu Linfeng was not the one who set the fire.

Who set the fire? Where did the missing Xu Linfeng go?

"I'm not sure about that. Maybe you can go ask the Xu family," Cheng Zhuo said.

*

The three met Yun Du at the place where they had just watched the fireworks. As Yun Du approached, he noticed that their faces looked a little strange, and asked, "What happened?"

"We don't plan to stay in the Xu family." Yan Lin had just finished speaking when he heard an explosion in his ears.

Bang--!

Fireworks filled the night sky again.

Passersby were amazed. The fireworks display had clearly ended, but for some reason it started again. They stopped to continue watching.

Yan Lin looked at Wei Xin, who was displaying the fireworks he had just seen one by one.

"This is the fireworks we saw tonight." Wei Xin looked at Yun Du, "How is it?"

Yun Du's eyes sparkled, and when the night sky quieted down, a smile appeared on his lips: "It will be unforgettable."

"It's just a little trick. Not as difficult as your previous shooting star."

"Asin has the best intentions, that's the best."

Yan Lin looked around, held his face with his hands, and a strange light began to appear in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he was dragged away by Yan Xiu.

Yan Xiu: "Don't look at that pair of gay men, be careful of getting stye!"

Yan Lin: "They are obviously very beautiful! Brother, you are just jealous of them!"

Yan Xiu: "I am jealous to no avail!"

The brother and sister left noisily, and Yun Du said, "Then we should also..."

"Come with me, I'll perform another magic trick for you!" Wei Xin pulled him to an open space outside the city, let go of his hand, and stepped back five meters.

He turned the talisman paper to surround Yundu, and the karmic fire of red blood beads suddenly ignited all around.

Even if one only has one percent of the power, this karmic fire is not something that ordinary people can endure.

Yun Du stood in the center calmly, looked around, then walked towards him through the flames and asked with a smile: "What kind of magic is this?"

Wei Xin looked at the unharmed Yun Du and said, "Yun Du, Yun Qing, Yun Jin, these are the Taoist names Tian Chen gave you, right?"

"Well, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"I'm a little curious. Is the name Zhongxiang Yunqing's stage name or his common name?"

"Common name."

Wei Xin raised his eyes, and the light of fire reflected in his pupils was about to drown Yun Du.

He blinked, raised his head, looked at Yun Du more clearly, put his nose against his nose, and asked in a low voice: "Then Xu Linfeng...is it your stage name or your common name?"

Yun Duqing couldn't help but raise his lips to hers: "...common name."