Chapter 237: What you borrowed, you never returned.

Chapter 237: What You Borrowed, You Never Returned
Not long after Qin Feng left, Jiang Ye Xin dismissed the rest of the Hundred Flowers Sect disciples and asked curiously, “How could you tell him to take the initiative to lift your niece’s black face scarf, isn’t that thing something that can’t be lifted off at will?”

“My niece’s nature is too proud, for some things, obviously overjoyed, but also unwilling to compete with others, watching me this aunt is quite heartbreaking.

Since this is the case, if you can help some, then help some.” Cang Mu leisurely sighed.

Jiang Ye Xin seemed to understand something, surprised: “That person is your niece’s sweetheart in the remote small city? How did you know that? Wait. It’s that hairband!”

“Yes, for that girl, take the initiative to send a man a gift, but the unprecedented first time, she is afraid that she did not realize it.”

“But isn’t the gentleman named Qin already married? He just said that the poem was written for his wife.”

Although in Daqian, men have three wives and four concubines, but Jiang Ye Xin understands that the identity of this unusual bosom friend, the women in the family are very proud, it is impossible to share a husband with other women.

Moreover, their elders at home are also very stubborn about it.

Cang Mu sniffed and stroked his forehead, ”How can an ordinary woman be qualified to steal a man from us, even if she is married.

For those fox charming girls who are not open to the eyes, we always have a way to make them know what to do.

But his maiden is not ordinary, wanting to send her away is afraid to be unrealistic.”

This sounds a bit rude and unreasonable, but Jiang Yexin feels that there is nothing wrong with it, and even agrees with it, she also doesn’t want someone to share her husband with her in the future!
However, the focus of the other party’s words just now is obviously not here, Jiang Yexin is aware of the strength of this lazy bosom friend’s family, so she was surprised and said, “Even you have said so, who exactly is his mother?”

“That person you must also recognize, not long ago, she returned to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.” Cang Mu leisurely opened his mouth.

Jiang Yexin was first stunned, then her vermilion lips opened up with a shocked expression, “That person you’re talking about, it can’t be Liu Jianli, right?”

“Other than her, who else could it be?
Alas, my niece has a good eye for men, this son will become a great man in the future.

It’s just a pity that this luck is really a bit poor, to pick such a strong opponent.

If Liu Jianli succeeds in crossing the Heaven and Earth Hegemony Seal this time, that would be the youngest Third Grade ever, a generation of Sword Gods.”

Just as the words fell, she seemed to sense something and stood up.

“What are you going to do?” Jiang Ye Xin was curious.

“Going to meet an old man.”

Inside a restaurant guest room, Old Man Baili sat alone at the wine table, pouring himself a drink.

Outside the window, the flowers were good and the wind was clear, a piece of prosperity captivated the eyes, and the beauty of the scenery could be used to put down wine.

Suddenly there is a gust of night wind blowing over, the house fire light swaying, to be after the wind leveling, the wine table, more than a black dress beauty figure, it is Cang Mu.

She was not polite, snatched the wine pot in the old man’s hand, poured a cup for herself, then raised her right hand, black sleeve covering her face, and drank the wine.

“Old man, why don’t you stay well in Jinyang City and come to my Hundred Flowers Valley.”

“There’s something to go to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and I came over on the way to borrow one thing from you.” The old man put down the wine cup and said this.

“Borrow?” Cang Mu sneered, “You borrowed something with us, but you never returned it.”

The old man’s complexion remained unchanged, pretending not to hear as he took a bite of vegetable food into his mouth.

The other party’s shameless appearance, Cang Mu was also used to seeing it, so he opened his mouth and asked, “What is it?”

“The Flowing Cloud Hairpin.”

Cang Mu’s eyebrows raised slightly, as if she had guessed something, “You’re doing this for Liu Jianli? You want to help her cross the Heaven and Earth Hegemony Seal?

But why?
With her qualifications, coupled with the Ten Thousand Swords Sword Formation with the Purple Electricity Divine Jun as the foundation, this Heavenly Tribulation is not difficult for her, and there is no need to add another layer of protection.

Unless there are variables?” The old man didn’t reply, only the slightly bulging creases on that face had already acquiesced to this statement.

Cang Mu understood and spoke again, “I’m sorry, I can’t give you that.

I won’t hide it from you, this thing has already been taken and is not in my hands.”

Elder Baili lifted his head and looked at the other party, raising an eyebrow, “All said it was borrowed, I will return it.”

“If you say this, do you believe it yourself?

Moreover, you don’t need to look at me like this, I didn’t lie to you.

Old man, aren’t you the best at divination? There’s no harm in calculating whose hands the Flowing Cloud Hairpin is in at the moment.” Cang Mu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Old man Baili did as he was told, and it wasn’t long before he revealed a slightly odd expression.

Cang Mu propped his chin with one hand and said, “It looks like you’ve already done the math.

Back then, that old man in Fengtian City had divined a fortune for the Liu Family and the Qin Family.

It said that in the latter days, if the two families happened to have a man and a woman, it was a match made in heaven, when Fengtian tied the knot.

Nowadays, it seems that it really fulfills that fortune telling.”

After a pause, Cang Mu added: “Hey, old man, you may as well calculate for my niece, her marriage will go where?”

Baili old man poured himself a cup of wine, sip leisurely said: “Marriage this kind of thing, can’t just look at the will of heaven, more still have to fight for themselves.”

“Heh.” Cang Mu snorted, unimpressed.

After three rounds of wine, Cang Mu was about to get up and leave, the old man said in a deep voice: “When the Divine Worker Fire Execution overthrew the heart of the Garuda King, the Southern Heavenly Dragon had gone to the Zhen Ling Pass to guard the pass as a precautionary measure.

And the Garuda King, has awakened.”

Cang Mu’s pale blue pupils widened slightly before he exhaled, “I see, I will speak with the old man.”

The next day, just as dawn broke, Qin Feng and his group of four walked out of the restaurant.

Black Charcoal Head went to the stables to bring the carriage, and Old Master, who failed to buy tea last night, looked a little confused.

Qin Feng asked knowingly, “Father, did the tea buying go well last night?”

Pops shook his head, he didn’t open his mouth to answer, at this moment, he just wanted to be quiet – what’s wrong with this world, why is tea so expensive?
With a hiss, Black Charcoal Head drove the carriage to the entrance of the restaurant.

After Pops and Master entered the carriage, Qin Feng reached out his hand and was about to pull the curtain, then remembering something, he took his hand back and sat down next to Xing Sheng once again.

It’s just that it’s only a few hours away anyway, so he’ll endure it for a little while longer!
He would rather be freezing than smelling that sour odor.

Black Charcoal Head raised the horse’s reins in his hand, the horse’s hooves stamped, and the four of them once again hit the road.

And on the second floor of the restaurant where Qin Feng and the others stayed last night, a green-clothed gentleman sat by the window sipping tea, his eyes gazing at them through the gap until the carriage disappeared at the end of his vision.

The young scholar boy stood at the side, reporting something, the content narrated from his mouth was mostly about Qin Feng.

“He is Liu Jianli’s husband?” Luo Yu scrutinized the contents of the paper in her hand, her expression somewhat surprised.

Then he thought of the poem written by Qin Feng last night and marveled, “The woman in the poem is Liu Jian Li, it doesn’t dishonor the poem .”

(End of chapter)