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Chapter 67 Flower of Death

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    In such an extremely dark environment, no plants have the conditions to grow, but this plum tree blooms so beautifully.

    On the futon under the tree, sat a woman.

    She was wearing a dark red Tang suit, with braids, and she looked pretty, but I squinted my eyes when I first saw this woman, and then opened them in surprise.

    I've seen this girl before!

    We met each other in the elevator before, but I never thought that she was the person I was looking for.

    The woman had light makeup on her face, red lips and white teeth, some teardrops hung on her long eyelashes, and there was a quiet look between her eyebrows and eyes. Her eyes swept over us one by one, and finally stopped on my face.

    "We met again." She said softly: "When I took the elevator just now, I thought you and I were not meant to be, so I advised you not to come here to die. Unexpectedly, you actually did it."

    I quickly nodded politely.

    The woman glanced outside the door, and her tone turned cold: "To break into this place, everyone must be in the same industry. You are young and have good means. I admire you."

    I felt the murderous intent on the woman, remembered Ye Lao's instructions, and hurriedly explained: "Sister, you misunderstood, we are not in the circle, we are all ordinary people."

    "Huh?" The woman looked at us with interest: "Who unlocked the gossip mechanism outside the temple gate?"

    "I."

    The smile on the woman's face became stronger. She looked me up and down and asked, "I never thought you would know the Eighteen Prohibition of Plum Blossoms."

    "I am blind."

    I glanced at Jiang Fei and told her about our experience.

    "This Plum Blossom Yishu is a technique not handed down by the Zhuge family. I really want to know if you have anything to do with the Zhuge family?" The woman narrowed her eyes and looked at me slightly.

    I lowered my head as if sitting on pins and needles.

    The woman glanced at us and said: "People in the world only know that Plum Blossom Yishu has innate gossip, but they don't know that there is a ninth hexagram hidden in it, and the ninth hexagram symbolizes plum blossom itself. The ancients regarded plum blossom as the flower of death.  Because it only blooms in the cold winter, sometimes the plum trees are frozen to death, but the branches are still full of spring, so the plum blossom, also called the Bianhua, represents the afterlife of the soul into another world after death."

    "I love plum blossoms the most, so I use the innate ninth hexagram of plum blossoms as the password to open the door. We have been practicing here for five years, and outsiders come to visit every year. You are the only ones who can unlock the password and see my true face."  people."

    Only then did I know that the password to open the door represents the ninth hexagram of Plum Blossom Yishu.

    After calling us to sit down, the woman introduced herself: "My name is Xu Mei, and my husband's name is Zhuge Qing. He is in the back room, so it is not convenient to see guests."

    She didn't use husband, but the word husband, which sounds a bit awkward.

    We all said hello to sister Xu, Xu Mei listened very well, and said with a smile: "The children are quite polite."

    To be able to cultivate in such a gloomy place, one must be a master among the masters. I have a faint feeling that this Xu Mei may be more terrifying than Ye Lao. How dare she be rude in front of her.

    Yin Yang said: "Sister Xu is quite young."

    Xu Mei looked at Yin Yang: "Young? How old do you think I am?"

    Yin Yang wiped honey on his small mouth: "It's only in his early 20s."

    Xu Mei chuckled: "You kid is too good at talking, I'm almost 50, and Ye Gucheng will call me sister."

    We looked at her in surprise. Under the reflection of the candlelight, Xu Mei's eyes were slightly wrinkled, and there were traces of time in her eyes.

    This woman is well maintained.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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