Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Snake Mingyi
Such a big thing happened outside, but Mingyueyi, who faked his death and escaped, was unaware of it.
It is a rare sunny day in winter. The sunlight shines on the bamboo leaves covered with white snow, making them dazzling. The winter mountains in the distance seem to be sleeping. In the elegant pavilion with carved beams and painted pillars, a woman is wrapped in a thick fur-collared cloak, with plum blossoms pinned on her bright black hair, and she is leaning lazily on the railing.
She seemed to be basking in the sun, but in reality she was conversing with the surroundings in her mind: "Drink a bowl of osmanthus hot pot to calm down for a while."
"Oh, thank you, Daojun, but I can't touch water right now." Shang'er politely declined, then exclaimed in shock, "Daojun, what happened?! Why are you back in the Ming Mansion in Yun Town? Hasn't the formation here been lifted?"
Shang'er just woke up today and didn't know what had happened. When she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar Ming Mansion. She was stunned for a long time before she could utter a word.
Ming Yueyi shook her head: "I don't know. I opened my eyes and found myself here."
In fact, she really didn't know. The only thing she knew was that on the day she decided to kill her husband to prove her truth before He Wujiu, she made two preparations. If she succeeded, she would avoid the ending of sword sacrifice and happily ascend step by step on He Wujiu's corpse.
If she failed, she would complete the sword sacrifice ending in front of Tiandao, and use the refined magic weapon to escape by pretending to be dead. In this way, she experienced the plot and saved her life.
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. As long as she is still alive, she will always find an opportunity to take revenge. It is not shameful to escape if she cannot win.
And she had a good idea. Faking her death was not only to deceive the heaven, but also to deceive Pu Yuemin.
She didn't know what Pu Yuemin was. Perhaps it could no longer be called a monster, which was why it kept dying and being reborn. He would definitely not be killed. If she "died" in front of Pu Yuemin, she should be able to get rid of him.
But for some reason, the place where she originally landed should have been at the foot of the Snow Peak, which was the farthest away from Qingyun Sect and where even cultivators would not set foot due to the scarcity of supplies, instead of here.
Yunzhen Mingfu.
She activated the magic weapon in time when she crushed He Wujiu's heart, but no matter how fast she moved, she was still struck by lightning. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in Yunzhen, and it seemed that this was not the Yunzhen where she broke the formation.
Based on her observations over the past few days, it seems more like the original Yun Town.
There was no Ming Yi in the Ming Mansion at this moment. She was the daughter of the Ming Mansion master's concubine.
So now she is nominally a concubine's daughter, but in fact she is the only young lady in the Ming Mansion. Because Mr. Ming has few children, he only has her as a daughter at this age.
Although she didn't know what was wrong with the teleportation device that inexplicably sent her to the past, this deviation made her feel indescribably strange, so she was basking in the sun and thinking today.
Shang'er looked around at the familiar environment and blinked excitedly, "Daojun, what a familiar smell! This is where I was born. The air is as cold as frost and snow. It's so comfortable."
Upon hearing this, Ming Yueyi looked at Shang'er, who was intoxicated, and asked her curiously, "Where is your second master, Miss Ming, now?"
Shang'er paused, blinking blankly, "I don't know. It's been many years. I don't know where she is now."
Ming Yueyi asked: "How many years has it been? Do you still remember?"
Shang'er covered her head and shook it: "It's been too long, I can't remember. After the death of my first master, I have been trapped in the formation and have forgotten many memories."
Ming Yueyi reminded her: "Have you noticed anything wrong now?"
Shang'er stopped in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Ming Yueyi raised her hand and gestured in the air: "You are now in a physical body, the height of a twelve-year-old girl."
"Flesh, flesh?!" Shang'er subconsciously lowered her head and saw her fleshy hands and the maroon bell-bottom pants she was wearing.
Then he raised his hand and touched the soft double buns on his head, and he felt dizzy.
Shang'er quickly leaned on the railing and looked towards Shuixie Lake.
Although the water surface was frozen and covered with a thick layer of ice, she could vaguely see her own shadow in the reflection.
This was the body she cultivated. She hadn't seen it for many years, and Shang'er almost forgot what she looked like.
She turned around happily and looked at Ming Yueyi with bright eyes: "Daojun, this is me, this is really me, I almost forgot, woo woo."
Ming Yueyi raised his hand and poked her chubby face. "So you look like this, so cute."
Shang'er obediently let her poke her, "Well, this is what my master made for me. Later, after I was seriously injured and couldn't transform, I have been possessed by the paper cutting."
Mingyueyi nodded thoughtfully and was about to ask her master when a servant in a thick jacket came running from the corridor not far away.
"My lady, something bad has happened. The master wants you to come over."
Ever since Ming Yueyi came to the Ming Mansion and became the eldest daughter of the Ming Mansion, she has rarely seen her nominal father. Master Ming has never summoned her on his own initiative. She never leaves the house and repairs the damaged magic weapons in the yard, and only goes back after the weapons are repaired.
This is the first time.
The servant hurried over. Before Mingyueyi could say anything, Shang'er asked, "Did the master bring back a young man? He said he's the young lady's brother?"
The servant was stunned at first, then looked at the little girl he had never seen before and scratched his head in confusion: "How did the girl know?"
Shang'er turned to look at Mingyueyi and said, "Daojun, I know what time we are at."
Without Shang'er's detailed explanation, Mingyueyi heard the conversation between the two and knew why she had never seen Mingyi in the several days since she came to the Ming Mansion.
It turns out that Ming Yi did not grow up in the Ming Mansion, but was brought back by Master Ming after wandering around.
Mr. Ming was once predicted by a charlatan that he was destined to have no children in this life, but he already had a daughter. He thought the charlatan was a charlatan and killed him in anger.
Although a huge sum of money was spent to settle the matter, no matter how many concubines he took in, there were no children in the house, which made him suspicious of the words of the charlatan. Fortunately, he now has a son.
Master Ming sat at the desk in his study, looking at the young man not far away with satisfaction.
The young man had a clear mind and a handsome figure, with long eyebrows and a strong complexion. He sat in the hall with his head held low, as if he were a finely carved jade statue.
Although the boy looked frail and did not look like a child born from someone of his appearance, he had already done a blood test to identify his biological father when he came here, and he had also carefully inquired about the boy's biological mother from many sources. Apart from the time he came there that year, the boy had been locked in the attic and had never seen anyone else.
The boy had such an outstanding appearance, perhaps he looked more like his mother, but his black hair was too long and fell to the ground, making him look indescribably seductive and eerie.
Although Master Ming was somewhat dissatisfied with his long hair and the difficulty those people took in taking care of his son, he loved him for the rest of his life.
The servant came in from outside and said, "Master, the lady is here."
"Well, let her in when she comes and let her recognize her brother." Master Ming stroked his beard and ordered in a calm voice.
In fact, he did not like his only daughter before. He always felt that her birth suppressed the future offspring, which led to his childlessness. Now that he has a son, his resentment towards her has decreased a little, but he still does not like her too much.
The servant received the order and bowed and retreated.
Master Ming turned his head to look at the young man again, but found that the young man, who had been keeping his head down, had raised his eyes at some point and was looking at the door. There seemed to be a strange expectation in the corners of his naturally slightly red eyes, and even the corners of his lips were raised.
This was the first time Master Ming saw him smile.
The study door was pushed open, and before the person lifted the pearl curtain hanging on the door cover, a slender figure was faintly visible.
The slender white jade fingertips lifted the curtain of pearls, revealing a fairy-like jade-colored face of a hibiscus beauty. Her thin eyebrows were as dark as spring willows, and her hair was covered, shaking with a crisp sound as she walked.
"Father." Ming Yueyi walked into the study and called out to the middle-aged man in front of the desk, but when his eyes fell on the familiar red beside him, the indifferent expression on his face suddenly froze.
A young man.
He was also looking at her, because he had an extremely handsome face, extremely white skin, and extremely dark skin. His eyes were black and not round, but had a vertical pupil. When he stared at people, there was an inexplicable sinister and evil aura.
The two looked at each other. He was calm, but Mingyueyi felt a chill on his back.
Bodhisattva.
It was Puyuemin, he came too.
But didn't she hide her aura within the formation? Why was Pu Yuemin able to follow?!
What kind of monster is he? Not only is he impossible to kill, but he also harasses me no matter where I escape to.
Mingyueyi was about to draw his sword and kill the young man in front of him.
But Master Ming saw her staring at the young man without saying a word, so he took the initiative to wave and call her over: "Come here, Yue Niang, to meet your brother."
Brother.
The murderous intent in Ming Yueyi's heart instantly disappeared. She stared at the handsome young man sitting upright on a chair not far away. Only then did she realize that the way he looked at her was different from before. There was no perverted attachment, only curiosity.
"Yue Niang?" Master Ming called again, feeling somewhat displeased with her dullness.
Ming Yueyi didn't alert the enemy, suppressed her emotions, and stepped forward to bow to Master Ming: "Greetings, father."
Master Ming said, "And your brother."
Ming Yueyi raised her chin and turned her eyes, her gaze meeting the strange young man again. She pursed her lips for a moment and called out, "Hello, brother."
The boy's eyes curved instantly, and a smile appeared on his thin, pale face. He stared at her and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister."
After the two met, Master Ming asked her to sit down.
The wooden chair placed by the servant happened to be next to him. She sat down and vaguely smelled the cool fragrance emanating from the young man.
Master Ming said, "Yue Niang, he is your brother from now on. As his elder sister, you must take good care of him and put him first in everything. Do you understand?"
Mingyue Yiping said "hmm" calmly.
Although his daughter was naturally dull and had never been close to him, Master Ming knew very well that she was obedient. He gave Ming Yueyi several instructions, and finally remembered that he had not yet told her the name of his youngest son.
After thinking for a moment, Master Ming said, "Yue Niang, I called you here today because you have studied poetry and attended school. I want you to rename your brother."
Ming Yueyi looked at Master Ming: "Didn't he have a name before? Why did he have to give it a new name?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man blinked and looked at Master Ming, obviously he had a name.
Master Ming was dissatisfied with Ming Yueyi and asked, "Your brother suffered a lot outside and had no name, but everyone just called him Yi. Do you want the future head of the Ming Mansion to be called by such a name?"
Ming Yueyi had never had a good impression of Master Ming, so when she heard him say that, she frowned and blurted out, "Then let's call him Ming Yi..."
As soon as the words fell, Mingyueyi felt a chill on his scalp.
Master Ming seemed extremely pleased. Upon hearing this, he slammed his hands on the table and said, "Okay, let's call him Ming Yi. Not long ago, I heard you studying with the teacher, reciting something like 'The gods are coming, the air is overflowing, the sweet dew is descending, and the auspicious clouds are gathering.' So let's call him Ming Yi."
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