blueteamnovel 3. Since ancient times, beauties and famous generals have not been allowed to grow old in this world
3. Since ancient times, beauties and famous generals have not been allowed to grow old in this world
The eight-person sedan chair stopped in front of the steps of the City God Temple.
Duh, duh, duh!
A crisp knocking sound came from the sedan chair.
Madam Fang was always arrogant and disdained to speak to her servants.
She was even more afraid that the servants' saliva might carry a virus and harm her precious daughter.
The eight sedan chair bearers obediently filed out.
Close the courtyard gate and wait quietly outside.
A few breaths passed.
The heavy curtains of the sedan chair were lifted.
Mrs. Fang, who looked to be only in her early twenties and possessed a cool and captivating beauty, walked out.
The dragon-headed cane in her hand exuded her majesty.
With her help, the sickly Fang Qing stepped out of the sedan chair and entered the City God Temple.
"Qing'er".
"The local city god has benefited from a century of incense offerings and prayers, and is extremely powerful."
"If you worship sincerely, you will be protected by divine power, and from then on, no evil will be able to harm you."
Mrs. Fang's voice was naturally hoarse, giving it a unique wild sexiness.
"daughter."
Fang Qing spoke.
Compared to last night, the voice was seven parts less excited and three parts more lively.
"What happened last night was witnessed by that man surnamed Yang."
"My daughter feels like she has a weight on her heart. She's afraid he'll gossip outside, and she's also afraid he'll use it to blackmail her one day."
"You should think of a way to solve this once and for all, otherwise how can our daughter get better?"
Fang Qing stroked her face.
He stared morbidly at the shadow within the golden statue of the City God, wallowing in self-pity.
"Don't worry, Qing'er. Your father repaid Yang Zhao's kindness last night and gave him a grand funeral."
"You should focus on getting better. When the time comes, your mother will find you a suitable and honest man to marry."
"On your wedding night, as long as you use pigeon blood in this way, everything will be fine, and you will surely have everything you desire in the future."
"Alright, hurry up and pray for blessings. Your father is waiting for you to come back and apologize properly to the young master."
Fang Qing couldn't help but tremble slightly.
His lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.
Madam Fang nodded in satisfaction, her beautiful eyes falling on the golden body of the City God.
The shadows inside... are so beautiful!
She then smiled sweetly and knelt on the prayer mat with her daughter, praying sincerely.
Anomalies arise spontaneously.
"Fang Qing! Yang Zhao saved your life, should he really pay with his own?"
"You witch, since an honest man didn't dig up your ancestral graves, shouldn't he be taking in this piece of trash, your daughter?"
A chilling voice came from the City God's mouth.
Like the wrath of the heavens.
Ah!
The mother and daughter were terrified.
Looking up.
A tall, thin young man emerged from behind the City God.
He was nineteen years old and had a clean-cut face.
His eyes gleamed with a cold light.
Yang Zhao!
"Yang Zhao is still alive?"
Upon seeing a living person, Madam Fang remained calm.
An aura of authority instantly materialized, and an arrogant demeanor seemed innate.
He jumped up, hands on his hips, like a compass.
Just as he was about to reprimand Yang Zhao, he called for the sedan chair bearers to guard the courtyard.
A flash of cold light appeared before my eyes.
It shattered her exquisite makeup.
The head that rolled to the ground was aging at a visible rate.
A girl in her twenties has become a woman in her sixties.
The narrow dress could not hide her bulky figure no matter what.
There is obvious excess fat around the waist.
The upper body has a lot of fat that is sagging badly.
"Qing'er, Yang Zhao, tell me quickly, that old woman isn't me!"
The headless corpse's hands touched the empty space around its neck.
Madam Fang stared intently at her own image on the golden statue of the City God.
With a hoarse, terrified voice, he uttered a strange question.
Yang Zhao stated unequivocally, "The old hag in the mirror is you!"
Ah!
Before she died, Madam Fang saw her greatest fear.
"Mr. Yang, every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. The ones who harmed you were my father, my mother, and my brother; it has nothing to do with me."
"If you just let me go, I'll give you anything and do anything for you."
"I'm still young, I don't want to die!"
Fang Qing crawled up to Yang Zhao and reached for his waistband with both hands.
"You're young and don't want to die? I'm young too, does that mean I deserve to die?"
"How cheap!"
Yang Zhao's expression was one of utter disgust.
Before Fang Qing's dirty hands even touched her belt, the single-edged sword had already been drawn.
Since ancient times, beauties and famous generals have been forbidden to grow old in this world!
Beautiful women are willing to sacrifice everything for youth and beauty.
A once-glorious man, obsessed with power, will stop at nothing to obtain it.
Fang Tianci asked me to slay the demon, but then he colluded with the demon...
Yang Zhao found the answer at that moment.
Fang Tianci willingly became a slave to the Plum Demon, who granted him youth and power at a price.
"However, all of this must end today."
"As the old woman just mentioned, Mei Yao is waiting for Fang Qing to return to the Fang family to apologize."
"I absolutely will not allow an unknown threat to exist permanently!"
Yang Zhao moved with lightning speed.
He found a hundred-tael silver note on Madam Fang's body.
They tore off the jewelry from the two of them.
The body was kicked into the offering table.
He lifted the two heads and strode onto the eight-person sedan chair.
Duh, duh, duh!
The dragon-headed cane made a crisp tapping sound.
Eight sedan chair bearers filed in.
Without uttering a sound, he lifted the sedan chair and proceeded steadily at his usual pace.
As for whether the sedan chair was too heavy or too light.
They were still attached to the heads on their necks.
Ignore it, don't ask about it, and don't even want to think about it.
……
Fang family.
Plum Garden.
It is shrouded in mist year-round, like a black cloth.
Fallen plum blossoms cover the ground, yet not a trace of fragrance can be detected.
The stench of blood and decay emanating from the crimson earth was unmistakable.
A century-old plum tree stands in the very center of the courtyard.
The branches and leaves are dense and lush.
The screen is torn.
The roots are like ghostly claws, hiding jagged white bones inside.
Hooked together, new or old, all sorts of tattered girls' clothes.
"Chief Instructor Yun".
"Coach Huang has been gone for a long time, why hasn't he returned yet?"
"Could there be some problem? Should you go and check it out yourself?"
Under the old plum tree.
Fang Tianci, standing respectfully with his hands at his sides next to his son Fang Shan, asked the question.
hiss!
Even though I've already kept my distance, and even though it's not the first time I've faced the old plum tree.
Yunhai, a veteran martial artist at the Qi and Blood Realm and the head instructor of the Fang family's guards.
Even in the garden, a lingering sense of oppression remained in my heart, causing my brows to furrow slightly.
"Don't worry, sir."
"For the past two years, Yang Zhao has only been learning martial arts at Qingfeng Martial Arts School, which is run by my junior brother. No one knows his strength better than me."
"He will never be able to advance to the Qi and Blood Realm in his lifetime. As for his swordsmanship, it is only at the beginner level. Instructor Huang's personal intervention is already making a mountain out of a molehill. In fact, those eight guards could have easily killed him."
"As for Wei Gui... I know Instructor Huang best. Every time he kills someone, he either goes drinking or goes to a brothel, saying he needs to vent his nameless anger."
The sea of clouds, calm and serene, illustrates a fact he firmly believes in.
"Knowing he's fond of women and admires young ladies, who knew Coach Huang was such a womanizer!"
In the plum garden, Fang Tianci naturally dared not utter the words "old lecher" that were on his mind.
"By the way, why hasn't Qing'er come back yet?"
"The young lord is about to wake up..."
Fang Tianci changed the subject and looked at the sea of clouds again.
"Please don't worry, sir."
"Instructor Chang, quickly take the two of them to fetch the Fourth Miss back!"
Yunhai issued commands through the tightly closed garden gates.
"The Fourth Miss is back!"
Chang Wei, the head instructor of the guards on the other side of the wall, responded loudly.
He hurriedly led the guards to greet the eight-person sedan chair that was steadily approaching.
“Who…who are you?”
The sedan chair curtain was lifted.
A tall, handsome young man emerged.
It is not uncommon for wealthy heiresses to use temple visits as an excuse to secretly meet their lovers.
It wasn't so outrageous as to bring him home directly, or for a wild man to dare to show himself in public.
Moreover, the sedan chair was carrying the Madam and her fourth daughter!
Too much information...
Chang Wei had no time to react.