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Chapter 1056 Seeing from the Wang Family

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    ?Wang Siyuan's old illness relapsed, is he dying soon?

    Meng Qi was quite surprised when he heard the news. As a real immortal, his Dharma body has already walked half a step up the ladder, close to a real immortal, and he should have recovered from any illness. The reason why Wang Siyuan was so sick was because  Because of the backlash from the law of heaven, as long as he doesn't kill himself, it stands to reason that he won't lose control before the 50th limit.

    Moreover, Wang Siyuan's evildoer level is far better than that of every ancestor of the Wang family who has attained the dharma body for thousands of years. I am afraid that he will not be too far away from Shusheng when he was young.  There are still many years to come, the road ahead is bright and open, and breakthroughs are expected. How could the old disease suddenly relapse?

    After being surprised, Meng Qi's first thought was that Wang Siyuan was making a plan. As for what kind of game he was planning and who he was targeting, there was not enough information to judge.

    Of course, it is also possible that Wang Siyuan did something secretly, causing backlash in advance.

    Meng Qi thought up and down, nodded slightly, and said to Ruan Yushu: "Young Master Wang has been kind to me for a long time, I have to go to Guangling to have a look."

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    The accumulation of history and the appearance of time, this is Meng Qi's feeling of walking in the depths of the Wang family's ancestral house in Jiangdong. Some mottled traces do not show decay, but reveal the eternal heritage of the Wang family.

    "Master Su, please." A round-faced and sweet maid led Meng Qi through the courtyard hall, into the inner courtyard, and stepped into Wang Siyuan's wing.

    This place is the same as an ordinary rich man's house, it is covered with thick carpets from the Western Regions, even if the martial arts are low, the sound of footsteps is unpleasant when walking, there are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, the Taoism is connoted, and the postures are different. They are the ancestors of the Wang family.  The handwriting, the windows are tightly closed, the smoke is curling from the copper stove, and the scent of sandalwood is calming and not overpowering, but there is a real sickness pervading the room. It can be seen that the strong man who intersects inside and outside has lost control of himself, affecting  heaven and earth.

    The screen was removed, and the big black wooden bed appeared in front of Meng Qi's eyes. Wang Siyuan had been lifted up by the maid, leaning against the pillow, with his head tied up in a sick bandage, becoming more and more disfigured.  It will fall apart.

    "Cough, cough, cough." Wang Siyuan coughed violently a few times, as if he was about to cough out his internal organs, which made people's hair stand on end. It took him a long time to calm down and said, "Why visit a dying person?"

    Meng Qi smiled: "This is not the Mr. Wang I know."

    "You know him, heck, what is Mr. Wang like?" Wang Siyuan cast his eyes over, his pupils diverged slightly, and he was dazed, just like ordinary people who are dying of serious illness.

    Meng Qi restrained his smile and said seriously: "The prince I know believes that if you are not crazy, you will not survive. He will never wait for death quietly. His will is depressed. He may use his own life as a bait to make life and death possible. He doesn't care about it."  .¡±

    The corner of Wang Siyuan's mouth curled up with difficulty: "You, do you think, I can tell, cough cough, what kind of life and death situation?"

    "If you can guess your chess game based on the current news, you will say that you have counted all the people." Meng Qi stopped in front of the removed screen.

    Wang Siyuan took a few deep breaths, as if he had recovered a bit of energy: "If you really want to make a plan, heck, if you see that you want to make a plan, it is also a failure. Manpower is sometimes poor. Many great talents in the past, no, no, you can only do it.  Sitting quietly, there is no final resistance, as the body is like this, so is life."

    He spoke a little smoothly for a while, which made Meng Qidu almost suspect that it was a flashback.

    Without waiting for Meng Qi to speak, Wang Siyuan showed a faint smile: "Should I thank you for your guidance?"

    "You?" Meng Qi was startled, Wang Dashen stick knew that he had returned to the Middle Ages!

    Which dharma body told him, or did the number saint leave something behind?

    Wang Siyuan coughed violently again, spat blood into the copper basin next to him, and said after several times: "'Sword Master' Su Meng was famous in the middle ages, but he was modest and indifferent.  Regarding the matter of Yuhuang Mountain, people surnamed Su highly respected it, saying that it was deeply inspired, and they were not aware of it in the past, but now they think about it, and they are self-righteous and understand."

    He spoke frankly, did not shy away from the maid next to him, and was very confident that the news would not be leaked.

    Regarding this, Meng Qi could only laugh dryly.

    Wang Siyuan didn't say much about it, but looked away, and closed his eyes wearily: "Gu Erduo is dead? Didn't Tianzhu Ax save him?"

    "He was indeed dead, and Tianzhu Ax escaped by himself." Meng Qi said simply.

    Wang Siyuan didn't open his eyes, and said with a half-smile: "The heaven and the earth all work together, and the hero is not free."

    After finishing speaking, he shook his head, as if he could no longer bear the long conversation, and he could not eat or drink for a long time.??The Dharma Body unexpectedly showed lack of energy: "You stay at the Wang's house tonight, tonight, and tomorrow, I have something to discuss with you tomorrow."

    "Okay." Meng Qi did not refuse.

    "Hexiang, take Master Su to live in Tianji Building temporarily." Wang Siyuan instructed the round-faced maid before.

    The maid responded respectfully, and led Meng Qi to the outside of the room. When he was about to reach the door, Meng Qi heard Wang Siyuan mocking himself: "I have no friends in my life. After the old disease relapses, except for the sect and family who send people, cough cough  , send someone to visit, and you are the only one to visit."

    Hiss, Meng Qi took a light breath. It didn't sound like Mr. Wang's normal tone. The more tasteful it was, the more meaningful it was combined with the previous words.

    Could it be that his life is not long and he wants to play a big one?

    While his thoughts were turning, Meng Qi followed the round-faced maid He Xiang through the courtyards, and came to a two-story building, the whole body was blue-gray, simple but ordinary.

    "The Tianji Building is not far from the core of our Wang family. Master Su must not walk around casually. If he wants to go out, he should call the maidservant to lead the way." He Xiang opened the door of the building and said with a smile.

    The interior of the building is elegantly furnished, without the decay of being unoccupied all the year round, and without the anger of frequent guests. It is extremely quiet. Meng Qi climbed the stairs, walked to the second floor, and asked casually, "When did Patriarch Wang lie in bed?"

    "About 20 or so days ago, something went wrong during cultivation, old disease, old disease recurred" He Xiang was talking, and suddenly water filled his eyes.

    Meng Qi didn't ask any more questions. At this time, he stepped into the second floor with his hands behind his back. Looking far away, the nearby waterside gardens could be seen in his eyes, but not far to the left were evergreen pines and cypresses, surrounded by an ancient building, which looked extremely solemn and peaceful.  Solemn.

    "Where is it?" Meng Qi asked.

    He Xiang calmed down and said: "That is the ancestral hall of our Wang family."

    Ancestral hall?  Meng Qi nodded slightly, entered the room, sat cross-legged in meditation, and waited for the coming day.

    The sun was sinking and the night was getting darker. Meng Qi's spirit naturally covered the surroundings, and he felt the tranquility of the night. No one walked around, only the lotus fragrance stood outside the door.

    Dark clouds covered the moon, the third watch had arrived, and the night was as deep as thick ink that couldn't be melted away. Meng Qi seemed to be still but not still, linking with "the imprint of him and me".

    ah!

    Suddenly, a scream came to his ears, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had encountered something terrible and could only bear it with his eyes. With Meng Qi's cultivation, he couldn't help shivering.

    With a flash of his figure, Meng Qi appeared outside the door, looking at He Xiang who seemed unaware, and asked, "What's the matter with the cry just now?"

    He Xiang immediately showed an apologetic look: "It's the little maid who was negligent and didn't remind Su Zhangjiao. If the ancestors of my royal family had achieved the dharma body, they would make such a scream when they sat down. Everyone said it was the punishment of heaven.  After entering the ancestral ancestral hall, there is still a little obsession, and the screams echo from time to time, but they will gradually decrease as time goes by. This place is close to the ancestral hall, and it is normal to hear screams occasionally."

    Before the Dharma body of the Wang family uttered such a terrible scream?  Meng Qi suddenly thought of the parting words of Shusheng: The more you see the truth, the more you can't help yourself. It seems to be flashy and has many benefits. In the end, you have to pay it back, with interest

    "Should there be no saints in these screams?" Meng Qi asked seemingly unintentionally.

    "Well, the ancestor of Shusheng died in another place, and only his clothes are in the ancestral hall." He Xiang replied truthfully.

    "When did the dharma body that still survived the screams first come from?" Meng Qi asked casually.

    He Xiang thought for a while, and was about to answer, another scream came from the ancestral hall. The ancient vicissitudes seemed to penetrate through the ages, mixed with extreme fear, and Meng Qi almost shuddered.

    "The earliest, the earliest is my Wang family and the clan, the ancestors of the clan" He Xiang said tremblingly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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