V2.Chapter 417

The saint was awakened by a nightmare. She dreamed that she was seen through by the ancestor Sikong. The ancestor grabbed her by the throat and stabbed her in the heart with a dagger.

She exclaimed and sat up suddenly!

She was born a saint, and received training that was different from ordinary people. She had already developed a temperament to deal with things without fear, but she still had a nightmare that scared her into a cold sweat. It can be seen that the strength of the ancestor last night was left in her heart. What a terrible shadow.

However, soon, the saint found herself in a strange room, and the golden morning light came in through the window lattice, and shone on the tables and chairs that exuded a strong and simple atmosphere.

The furnishings of the house are not complicated, but they are all made of high-quality golden nanmu, which is rumored to be immortal for thousands of years, so it is a style from many years ago, and at first glance, it does not look worn at all.

There was obviously no one in the room, but the Holy Maiden had the illusion that she didn't dare to make mistakes.

"Where is this place?"

The saint whispered.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door.

Immediately afterwards, a young disciple asked, "Miss, are you awake?"

A vigilance appeared in the eyes of the saint: "I'm awake."

"Then I'll bring the ginseng soup to the girl." The little disciple said, waiting quietly outside the door for the saint's instructions.

The saintess' eyes flickered, she lowered the curtain and said, "Okay."

crunch--

The door was pushed open.

The younger disciple walked in with a bowl of steaming ginseng soup, and a tempting aroma filled the room immediately.

The younger disciple put the ginseng soup on the table, and said without looking sideways, "Miss, please drink some ginseng soup first. This soup is made with bamboo chicken and snow ginseng from our Mingshan Mountain. It is nourishing and delicious. You can't drink outside!"

The saint's hand touched the curtain and was about to pull it away. After a pause, she pulled her hand back and asked across the curtain, "You just said...this is Mingshan? May I ask where is Mingshan?"

"Chaoyang Palace!" said the little disciple.

The pupil of the saint shrank!

Chaoyang Hall, the site of Ancestor Sikong, she came here by accident?

No, it wasn't a mistake. She vaguely remembered that she was severely injured by the pressure of Ancestor Sikong.

Why would you be in Chaoyang Hall as soon as you wake up?

Listening to this little disciple's tone, he seemed to be very respectful to himself.

Could it be that... Ancestor Sikong saw the portrait of Saintess Lanyi and had already guessed that she was the descendant of Saintess Lanyi?

To confirm her guess, the Holy Maiden slowly opened the curtain, looked at the little disciple standing by the table, and said softly, "Who brought me here?"

"It's the ancestor." The younger disciple said.

Mentioning the ancestor, the younger disciple's expression became more respectful than before, and at the same time, a trace of doubts that could not be suppressed appeared on his face.

The Holy Maiden understands what he is wondering. The ancestor never allowed outsiders to enter the mountain, but now he brought a girl back and made people wait for him. Everyone here is going to be shocked, right?

The saint doesn't care if they are stupid or not, as long as the ancestor recognizes himself, it is enough.

The little disciple really didn't lie to her. The taste of this bamboo chicken and ginseng soup is extremely delicious. It has nothing to do with cooking skills.

Then she remembered that she had broken many bones in her body, but now there was no pain at all.

"Who healed my wounds?" she asked the little disciple beside her.

The younger disciple thought about it and said, "It should be the ancestor, right? We have never healed the girl."

Now, the saint is almost certain that the ancestor recognized her.

I thought I would die, but unexpectedly... I put it to death and then came back to life.

The Holy Maiden pressed the corners of her proud lips, took a few more sips of ginseng soup, and then calmly looked at the little disciple who looked at the nose and the nose and the heart: "What's your name? How old are you this year?"

The younger disciple replied, "My name is Jinghong, and I am fourteen this year."

The Holy Maiden squeezed out a gentle and harmless tone and said, "Then I will... call you Jinghong in the future?"

Jinghong's young disciple scratched his head and said with a naive smile, "Okay."

"How long have you been in Mingshan?" the saint asked.

The younger disciple said, "It's been five years."

Five years, so he is very familiar with the ancestors.

The Holy Maiden stirred the ginseng soup in the bowl with her spoon, and didn't ask about the news of the ancestor. Although she didn't think this little disciple would hide herself, she couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. In order not to reveal the stuffing, she had to do everything slowly Picture it.

Saintess don't eat meaty meat. It's because the chicken soup is so delicious. After eating a few more bites, she feels her stomach tumbling. The chicken soup is finished.

The little disciple was very obedient and quietly guarded by the side. When she asked questions, he answered, never asking her.

The saint quipped: "Aren't you curious about who I am?"

The little disciple scratched his head and smirked.

Curiosity is certain, but they didn't have the guts to ask about the ancestors.

The Holy Maiden is more and more certain that she is holding the right thigh. With the support of her ancestors, are you afraid that she will not be able to deal with the mere "Saint Maiden" and the "Second Young Master" of Sikong's family? Even now, when the current Patriarch Sikong arrives in front of his ancestor, he has to obediently call out his uncle and grandfather!

The younger disciple opened his mouth and said, "Girl, do you have any other orders here? If you don't order, I'll go to the kitchen to see if breakfast is ready?"

The saintess' consciousness returned to the cage, and she politely shook her head at him: "No, you go."

"Hey!" The little disciple was about to leave with the bowl, but just as he reached the door, he was stopped by the saintess.

The saint asked softly, "Jinghong, do you know where the ancestor is?"

The younger disciple turned his head and said, "The old man is practicing martial arts, if the girl feels that the room is stuffy, you can go for a walk in the garden, but don't leave the garden, there are many Gu worms in Mingshan, and the girl does not know martial arts, so she may be bitten by the worms. ."

"Thank you." The Holy Maiden nodded approachably, and after the little disciple went out, she also stood up and walked around the yard.

Naturally, she wouldn't obediently listen to what the younger disciple said. She didn't take a stroll and left the yard seemingly unintentionally.

The Chaoyang Hall is very big, she picked a direction at will, and dared to hang out.

This is the old ancestor's site, she didn't believe that she was injured on his site, and he could not notice it.

She wanted to see how much weight her great-great-granddaughter had in the minds of the ancestors.

While thinking about it, the Holy Maiden walked towards the dangerous Gu Garden, where the lowest-level Gu insects are kept, but it is also full of insects and snakes. She walked in cautiously, and suddenly, a huge poisonous snake flew towards her. jumped over.

"what--"

She screamed and fell to the ground.

The imaginary heavy damage did not come. The moment the poisonous snake bit her, it was shaken by an invisible force. Then, the insects and snakes around seemed to feel a fatal threat and fled back to their lair. .

The saint slowly removed the sleeves that blocked her eyes and looked at the man who fell in front of her.

That is a burly master, dressed in black, with white hair like snow, and a powerful aura.

But it is also because it is so powerful that people dare not look directly at his face.

The saintess's eyes went from bottom to top, and when they landed on his tight neckline, they didn't dare to go up again.

She looked away and looked timidly at the hillside beside her.

She was like a frightened little girl who couldn't speak. She didn't ask who he was or thanked him, she just shrank back, and when she shrank, it happened to reveal her sprained foot from a fall.

Sikong Ye glanced at her swollen ankles, bent over and stretched out his arms towards her.

The saint's body trembled in fear.

His hands stopped, as if hesitating.

The saint bit her lip and leaned towards him.

Sikong Ye hugged her lovingly.

The Holy Maiden felt his love for her, and her dangling heart gradually fell back to reality. She leaned on the other side's arms obediently, and let the other side carry her back to Chaoyang Hall.

"What's it called?" Sikong Ye asked.

"Lan, Lan Yu." She whispered.

That girl seems to be talking about this name, don't care if it's true or not, let's talk about it after using it!

"Who are you, Lan Yi?" Sikong Ye asked again.

"Great-grandmother," said the saint.

Sikong Ye took a step.

The saint blinked. At this point, she was not worried that the ancestor would doubt herself, so she dared to ask: "You... are you my great-grandfather? Before my great-grandmother died, let me come to Mingdu to find you. , I...I don't know if I've found the right one."

Sikong Ye didn't answer her question directly, but said, "What's the matter with the injury on your body?"

The Holy Maiden would not think that he was referring to the injury caused by his coercion last night. She fought against Yan Jiuchao a few days ago and suffered a lot, and her old wounds are still unhealed. The ancestors must have healed her injuries. It was noticed, and she simply healed her injuries.

"Being beaten," she whispered.

"Who?" A strong murderous aura burst out from Sikong Ye's body.

The saint pursed her lips, lowered her head and said, "Saint."