Chapter 74: Night Rain in Bashan, the Lover Does Not Return (IV) “The exiled immortal seems to be…”

Ye Qingzhan stopped in his tracks and stood there in a daze. It turned out that he had been silent just now because he was thinking about this matter.

How should he explain it to him… No, now is not the time to explain it to him. Ye Qingzhan glared at Wen Gu and knocked his forehead hard.

“Why do you ask questions that you shouldn’t ask every day?” Suddenly, his mind recalled a book he had read, and Ye Qingzhan

’s face flushed immediately, “Don’t read things you shouldn’t read, and do your business first!” Wen Gu pursed his lips and looked at her, his usually cold eyebrows drooping, with a look of grievance, and replied: “Okay, I won’t ask anymore. "

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

The person in front of him seemed to be about to cry. Ye Qingzhan's words of blame were stuck in his throat, and he pulled her to catch up with Du Meixian.

A few steps away, Du Meixian, who was covering her face with a fan to hide her smile, was waiting for the two of them with a smile. After the two of them caught up, he began to tell the story.

The Hu family is not big or small in Liudunling. It is not a big family, but it is much richer than ordinary people's families. The head of the Hu family, Hu Chuanwang, has a gentle appearance, but he is very snobbish in his bones. People within a hundred miles know that he has a heart to climb up the social ladder.

He has three daughters. The eldest died in an accident when he was five years old. The second daughter was soft-hearted and married to a merchant in another county as a concubine. It is said that she was bullied by the concubines of other houses all day long, and was tortured to the point of being half crazy and half stupid. She ran back to the mansion crying and shouting after she couldn't stand it anymore. But she was driven out by the Hu family. She drowned in the lake last winter.

The third sister, named Hu Tangqing, is the best-looking of the three sisters. She is gentle and generous, with a good nature. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a famous lady from Liudunling and a talented woman within a hundred miles. But since Hu Erniang drowned last year, she has been bedridden.

After listening to Du Meixian's description, Ye Qingzhan always felt that except for the fact that she was sick, Hu Tangqing and Hu Sanniang, whom he met at the gates of hell, were completely different people.

"I heard that the concubine of the Hu family is pregnant again," Du Meixian looked at the beautiful woman standing at the door, "it seems to be the one on the steps." As

soon as the words fell, the few people on this side saw Hu Chuanwang holding the woman's waist with one hand and touching her abdomen with the other hand, turning around and returning to the mansion without looking back.

Willow catkins fell on Hu Tangqing's shoulders. She left home with every step she took, and her back was extremely firm.

"Okay, Du Meixian, that's all I know. The immortal said that if I meet you two, I will answer whatever you ask. I have told you everything I know now. I still have the tavern to take care of, so I will not accompany you two. "Du Meixian handed the fan in her hand to Ye Qingzhan, "If you need anything, just fan me, I will be there soon." From the moment she asked about the Hu family, she secretly guessed that what the two of them were going to do was probably related to this. The little girl looked at the third lady of the Hu family with the look that only people who met acquaintances would have.

She could not help much by staying here, and she had her own things to do, so she should leave now.

After taking the fan, Ye Qingzhan nodded in thanks: "Thank you, sister."

Du Meixian touched her head, smiled, and walked out of the shade of the trees. After a few steps, Ye Qingzhan could no longer see her figure. Wen

Gu, who was beside her, stared at Hu Tangqing in the distance, and a ray of evil spirit was drawn from his fingertips to follow her, and he said to Ye Qingzhan with a side glance: "Let's go too. "After saying this, he spread out his palms, wanting to transform Yin Sha into a lotus and take the two away.

"Yeah." Ye Qingzhan responded, but closed his palms. Then she hid behind him and hurriedly performed the transformation technique taught to her by the exiled immortal, turning the two into two balls of catkins entwined with each other, rising with the wind. Wen Gu,

who was in the shape of catkins, looked at her hand that was tightly held by someone, and whispered, "You don't have much spiritual power, so don't waste it on me."

His little thought was exposed, and Ye Qingzhan held Wen Gu's hand tighter, muttering, "Before the exiled immortal dispersed his spiritual power, he passed some to me to save my life in a critical moment. He taught me magic before, but I couldn't condense spiritual power at that time, and I couldn't use the formulas I learned. Now that I have spiritual power, I want to try anything I say. You don't have to fight with me, it's not for you! "At this moment, her body was floating in the air, and she could only look down at the ground. What she said was true, but not so true. She was actually afraid. She was afraid that if Wen Gu used Yin Sha one more time, Yin Sha would backfire on him one more time, and she was even more afraid that he would vomit blood. In the final analysis, she was still afraid that he would die because of this.

Seeing that the person's head was lowered, Wen Gu no longer asked any more questions, but held her hand, interlocking their fingers.

The two people became willow catkins, and fell on Hu Tangqing's shoulders with the wind, and followed her to a courtyard.

Hu Tangqing took off the hood of her cloak, and the old woman who followed her stepped forward, raised her hand to help brush off the fallen catkins on her body, but her hand stopped when it was about to touch the cloak, and her eyes passed over her shoulder and fell on the stone steps of the courtyard.

Hu Tangqing asked in confusion: "What's the matter, Madam Wang?"

The old woman replied: "Miss, there seems to be a beggar lying at the door. "

The cloak brushed the fallen catkins all over the ground. Hu Tangqing walked over slowly, without any defense, squatted beside the beggar, and patted his shoulder gently.

The beggar's origins were unknown, and he was injured. If others saw him falling here, they would take a detour. But who made him fall here, and by chance, her young lady met him.

Lady Wang wanted to stop him, fearing that her young lady would be injured. But the moment she stretched out her hand, she thought that she could not stop him.

She could never stop the young lady from doing what she wanted to do. The young lady would never give up easily on the people she wanted to save.

Hu Tangqing called out softly, "Ru The person was lying on the ground like a dead body. Ye Qingzhan and Wen Gu, who were lying on her shoulders, looked at each other after seeing the beggar's appearance.

Even though his face was as black as the bottom of a pot and mixed with blood, they recognized him. This man was the exiled immortal, Li Zhixing, who was so handsome and elegant when they first met him.

At this moment, he looked much younger, and looked like he was only in his teens. He was wearing shorts with bare arms, ragged clothes, and messy hair. He looked like a poor little beggar. Was the exiled immortal a beggar in his previous life, or was he a beggar covered in blood and fainted at someone's door? Young beggar?

Before the two could be surprised, they fell to the ground as Hu Tangqing's body fell.

Li Zhixing, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes at some point, and suddenly sat up straight from the stone steps, grabbed Sanniang's neck, and pressed Miss Hu to the ground like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Ye Qingzhan, who was shocked, fell to the ground in the sudden impact, but stared at the two without blinking. In her impression, the exiled immortal had never done such a rough act.

Although the two were in the shape of catkins, they were actually flesh and blood. Fortunately, Wen Gu reacted quickly and was overturned. At the moment, he put his arm under Ye Qingzhan's waist to prevent her from hitting the ground with the back of her head. He himself fell to the ground, and without saying a word, he pulled Ye Qingzhan to stand up, and looked at the two of them with her.

Li Zhixing's bloodshot eyes suddenly softened after seeing the person he had knocked to the ground. The black pupils that were originally filled with fire and anger suddenly shrank, and his eyes were instantly filled with guilt. The hand that was clasped on Sanniang's neck was also quickly pulled away. A pair of hands hung uneasily on both sides of the body, grabbed two handfuls of tattered clothes, and put them behind his back, and said in a panic:

"Hold, hold, sorry... I recognized the wrong person. "

Sanniang, who was forced to lie on the ground, watched his expression change in an instant and suddenly laughed.

The look in his eyes just now reminded her of the spring scene when the glaciers melted and the flowing water carried the fallen flowers away with the wind. And the evasive look at this moment was as if the flowing water that abducted the fallen flowers was blocked by a stubborn stone and questioned.

But... Sanniang coughed on the ground and stared at him.

This ragged beggar boy was a little too handsome. It seemed as if she had seen him somewhere before.

Sanniang was so absorbed in watching that she completely forgot that the man was still kneeling on her with his legs apart. Li Zhixing's face flushed red with guilt and he didn't dare to move for a long time.

Lady Wang on the side couldn't stand it anymore and pushed him, "You rascal beggar, why are you still holding my girl down!"

Li Zhixing got up in a hurry and knelt on the side with his head down.

Hu Tangqing coughed and was helped up by Lady Wang.

"Why are you kneeling?"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhixing's head lowered even lower, almost burying it in his chest.

Ye Qingzhan, who looked like willow catkins, looked at each other after hearing this and said "tsk" in his heart. He felt that both of them were very strange, and were far from the "exiled immortal" and "Sanniang" he knew.

She didn't understand why Sanniang could laugh when she was pinched by the neck, and she didn't understand why the exiled immortal had such a "submissive" attitude.

Li Zhixing knelt on the ground without saying a word. Lady Wang, who was always sharp-eyed, surrounded him for a while, and she was the first to speak: "Miss, this man looks like a beggar you once gave porridge to."

Lady Wang's words had barely fallen, and Li Zhixing nodded several times with his head lowered. Hu Tangqing took a step forward, stretched out her hand to lift his chin, and looked at him carefully.

Li Zhixing knelt obediently, allowing the woman in front of him to look at him.

Looking at this scene, Ye Qingzhan whispered in a voice that only she and Wen Gu could hear: "The exiled immortal looks like a puppy."

A lock of hair from the temples of the fragrant woman touched his ear. Li Zhixing turned his face to the side, and his earlobe was so red that it looked like it could drip blood.

The little beggar kneeling on the ground had a face covered with blood, but it could not hide the beauty of his face. There was a hint of spring in his eyes, and a breeze hidden in his brows.

Hu Tangqing blinked, lowered the hand that was holding up his chin, straightened up, and said with a smile, "If Madam Wang hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have recognized you." Ye

Qingzhan didn't know if it was an illusion, but she saw the exiled immortal's shoulders hunched inward, and after hearing Sanniang's words, they sagged even more noticeably. He looked more like a wilted puppy.

"Get up, don't kneel anymore," Hu Tangqing pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to him. "Wipe the blood off your face, it looks scary."

Li Zhixing tilted his head, still drooping.

Seeing that he didn't know what was good for him, Madam Wang said dissatisfiedly, "Young lady told you to take it, and you took it.

Young lady didn't blame you for your evil behavior just now, and now you're twisting your head?" Before he could finish his words, Li Zhixing suddenly turned his head back and raised it, rushing to say, "I didn't! I just—" After his eyes met Miss Hu's unexpectedly, his voice dropped again. "I just, just..."

Hu Tangqing stepped forward, bent down and wiped the blood from his forehead with the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, and asked softly, "Just what?"

The warm touch began to spread from his forehead, suddenly spreading throughout his body, as if he had been struck by lightning. Li Zhixing's body numbed and numbed, and his heart itched. His voice was hoarse and trembling: "I just feel that I am unworthy." Unworthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with her.

Staring at him again and again, Hu Tangqing asked, "Do you have a name?" Seeing that the man kneeling on the ground was silent, she stopped asking and turned to Madam Wang and said, "Madam Wang, this man is seriously injured. He may not be able to stand up on his own. Let the two of us help him and take him to the yard. I will treat him."

Madam Wang glared at Li Zhixing and hesitated to say something. Just as she was about to say something, the man kneeling on the ground stood up and said seriously, "No need."

Li Zhixing stood up with his back straight, as if to prove with his actions that he could do it and did not need help. But the next moment, he fell headfirst into Hu Tangqing's arms. Ye Qingzhan, who was

lying on the ground like willow catkins, made another "tsk" sound, thinking that a banished immortal is a banished immortal. If he failed to pretend to be rich, he would fall into Sanniang's arms.

Hu Tangqing stepped back in shock, stretched out her hand to catch him, and hurriedly said to Madam Wang beside her: "Let's help him into the yard. His injuries cannot be delayed."

Madam Wang pulled the man who fell in her young lady's arms over, "Miss, this man's origin is unknown, and he is injured. If we bring him into the house, what should we do if he causes trouble and you are blamed for it?"

Thinking of his clear eyes after he just woke up, Hu Tangqing shook her head and said: "I never misjudge people. This young man is not that kind of person." After that, she stretched out her hand to feel his breath, and said seriously: "If this man is not saved, he will die."

"But-"

"Madam Wang, there is no need to say more," Hu Tangqing looked at Li Zhixing, who had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, and continued to Madam Wang, "I know that my life will not last long, and now I will save as many people as I can. After he wakes up, I will ask him about his background and the cause of his injury."

"I believe he won't lie to me."

She didn't believe that the young man with eyes like spring snow, whose face would blush at the slightest touch, would lie to her and hurt her.

After her young lady said this, Madam Wang said no more and carried the person inside.

Wen Gu pulled Ye Qingzhan, using Yin Sha as a cover, and continued to float to the Hu family's courtyard in the form of willow catkins.

The courtyard was small and dilapidated. After Madam Wang put Li Zhixing on a couch, she stood aside waiting for Hu Tangqing to give him acupuncture to save him, fearing that the beggar boy would have evil intentions towards her young lady after waking up.

While taking a needle from the medicine box, Hu Tangqing said to Madam Wang, "Madam Wang, can you help me get a big basin of water?"

Madam Wang glanced at the young man curled up on the couch and warned, "Miss, be careful." After that, she retreated.

In the room covered with thick dust, only Hu Tangqing and Li Zhixing, who was trembling with pain, were left in a blink of an eye. There were also two balls of willow catkins that fell on the windowsill and watched the two of them quietly.

Long illness makes a doctor, Hu Tangqing's acupuncture hand is fast and accurate, and she pricked the different acupuncture points of the person on the couch one by one.

Li Zhixing slowly opened his eyes and heard a sharp cough.

The handkerchief covering his lips was stained with blood. Hu Tangqing smiled bitterly on his pale face and held the handkerchief tightly in his hand. When he raised his eyes, he met the eyes of the person on the couch.

Li Zhixing saw all this, and immediately sat up, and asked in panic and worry: "What's wrong with you?"

Hu Tangqing wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, put away the handkerchief, and smiled at him: "It's okay, just an old problem."

For some reason, after seeing her like this, Li Zhixing's heart suddenly stopped for a moment, and he turned over and got off the couch.

"You need to rest more than me."

As he said, he slowly helped Hu Tangqing to the couch and stood aside obediently.

Looking at the young man with drooping eyebrows, Hu Tangqing tugged at his sleeve and suddenly asked, "Will you stay?"

A burst of fireworks erupted in Li Zhixing's heart, and his eyes shone like stars. He clutched the hem of his shirt with his hands at his sides and stammered, "Can, can I?"

This cautious, expectant inquiry softened Hu Tangqing's heart. "Really? I need help."

His eyebrows immediately relaxed. Li Zhixing nodded earnestly, clutching the hem of his shirt again and asking, "Won't you ask about my origins?" He was covered in blood and wounds, and he didn't look like a good person.

"You'll tell me when you want to,"

Li Zhixing was about to nod, thinking he could say it now, but before he could open his mouth, he heard a cry of surprise from outside the courtyard.

"Who are you?"

It was Aunt Wang's voice. Leaning on the windowsill, he and Wen Gu looked out into the courtyard.

A group of strong men broke into the room with their chests exposed. The strong smell of alcohol could kill people even from several feet away. Ye Qingzhan could not help but frown.

"Where is Miss Hu San!" The bearded man with a mace on his shoulder shouted at Madam Wang, "Tell her to come out and keep me company!"

Madam Wang quickly picked up a broom from the corner and said, "Get out! Who let you in!"

A skinny man with slanted eyes came out with a flying knife in his hand, glanced into the inner room, and said impatiently, "Don't refuse a toast, old woman, and quickly tell your young lady to come out, otherwise don't blame us for being cruel and brutal!" As he said that, he laughed wildly, his smile was extremely obscene, "Everyone in Liudunling knows that the Wang family "Young ladies, born to be concubines, hoping to ascend to high rank and rise to prominence, have instead become sickly, driven from their homes by their own fathers and abandoned in this desolate land. "Come out now, cling to our thighs, and make us happy—ugh!"

A broom plunged into the man's mouth. Madam Wang, trembling with rage, spat at him, "Where did you come from, this shameless bastard spewing feces? If you want to see the young lady, step over my corpse!"

Humiliated by this, the leading man swung his mace, aiming for Madam Wang's head, but was blocked by the other man's arm.

"Try to touch her!"

Li Zhixing, who arrived like the wind, his eyes as cold as winter snow, blocked the thorny club with one arm. With the other, he reached up, ignoring the thorns on his flesh, and wrenched the mace from the man's grasp.

As the scoundrels spoke, Li Zhixing's fist hardened. The tears of the person on the couch made him have no place to put his murderous intent.

What a bastard, he

is not worthy of saying such things about her. No one can say anything about such a good person as the Third Miss of the Hu family.

He can't bear to hear others say anything bad about her.

Li Zhixing tilted his head slightly, held the mace horizontally in front of him, holding one end in each hand, and in front of this group of people, he effortlessly broke it into two pieces and threw it to the ground.

The sound of the iron rod falling to the ground was deafening, waking up the drunkards in the yard. Someone recognized him and said in a trembling voice: "Such brute force, you... you are the beggar thug who beats people without caring about his life. Someone paid a lot of money to buy your life, how, how are you still alive?"

Li Zhixing took a step forward with a faint expression, but the people surrounding him felt the murderous intent. Ye Qingzhan tugged at Wen Gu's sleeve, shocked. "Is this still the banished immortal we know?"

Even Wen Gu, as indifferent as a cold spring, couldn't help but be surprised by this shabby immortal.

"You were the one just now, talking nonsense?" Li Zhixing looked at the man with slanted eyes a few steps away, murderous intent in his eyes. "Do you dare to repeat what you just said?"

The thin man swallowed and stepped back, leaning towards the big man who had taken away the mace. He said weakly, "Brother."

The strong man glanced at him, annoyed. "Just say it when I tell you to. We have so many brothers, how can we be afraid of him!" After that, he turned to look at Li Zhixing. "That sickly girl in the house was originally raised by her parents and prepared to be sold. What did my brother say wrong? Brother, she's almost dead. Listen to my advice. Before she dies, let's have some fun together—Puff!"

Blood splattered.

Li Zhixing swung his fist, grabbing him by the collar and delivering blow after blow, each one hitting the flesh.

"Who do you think you are? What right do

you have to say that about her?" "Don't curse her. She'll live a hundred years."

"You're the one who deserves to die."

In a moment, the sturdy man's flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The people around him didn't dare to breathe. They had never seen such a powerful blow. Each punch showed a reckless and fearless attitude.

They exchanged glances and quietly retreated.

"Want to leave?"

Li Zhixing stood up from the ground and twisted his wrist.

In the past, he would never say a word when beating someone, but today, what he said was all for her.

He never let his enemies go. And he would never let go of anyone who hurt her, no matter how. At

this, the people stopped in their tracks, a chill running through their bones. Their legs trembled as they were dragged back.

Stones were stuffed into their mouths, and their wails were silenced from beyond the courtyard. The sadistic beating continued in this small courtyard.

Wen Gu stretched out his hand to block the frightened Ye Qingzhan, "Don't look."

Lady Wang, who was in the corner of the yard, dropped the broom in her hand again and again and turned around.

"Stop hitting."

The boy, who was covered in blood and had red eyes, stopped his hand from falling after hearing a light cough behind him, threw away the collar of the person in his hand, and turned around.

The men lying on the ground in the yard climbed out of the hellish yard with painful groans.

Hu Tangqing held the door frame and looked at the yard with a pale face. It was not known whether it was because of illness or because of the blood in the yard.

Their eyes met.

The boy in the pool of blood suddenly knelt down, bowed to her, and then turned around, slightly bent his waist and lowered his head to leave.

The moment he raised his step, he heard a weak and clear voice behind him.

"Didn't you say you would stay?"