MTL - When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish-Chapter 590 extra twelve

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Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue came here avoiding Qing Yu, but they were shocked when they saw the man. So much so that his mood fluctuated and leaked his breath, and he didn't know where Qing Yu was hiding, but he found him quickly.

The two were caught straight, and although they were full of doubts, they had no choice but to leave with the master angrily.

When the three of them left, they didn't know whether it was a coincidence or something else, but the girl they found just happened to turn around. She saw them and even chased them, but a mortal obviously couldn't catch up with a monk. When she chased the backs of a few people out of the alley, she looked left and right, only to see strangers all over the street, where could she find the three of them.

The girl who was suspected of Zhu Baiyi's splitting soul sighed, showing some disappointment on her face, and then walked away step by step.

And after they left, the three who were hidden in the dark appeared, and the two juniors looked at each other's back with curiosity. It was Jiang Mo who couldn't bear it, and finally asked, "Master, what is the relationship between this person and the suzerain?"

In fact, the answer is self-evident, Qing Yu took a look at the person who was walking away, and knew that he couldn't hide it anymore. With a wave of her robe sleeves, the three of them immediately changed places, which seemed to be Qing Yu's temporary residence in the city. Then she closed the door, her eyes fell on the two of them for a moment, and finally sighed: "Didn't you find it on purpose? She is Xiaobai's soul, but she has been reborn as a human being."

The two had indeed guessed it, but after hearing this, Yun Qingyue and Jiang Mo still couldn't help but looked at each other. After all, there are a lot of monks refining clones, and many using special means to divide souls, but this is the first time they have heard about the reincarnation of divided souls.

Yun Qingyue thought about it for a while, and finally asked: "Then, does she still remember us? She chased after us just now."

Hearing this, Qing Yu's expression was in a trance for a moment, and he didn't know what to think of. Then she shook her head: "No, she doesn't know you, and she won't remember you. Because she has been reincarnated for many lives."

In other words, this soul has been separated for a long time, and Yun Qingyue may not be there until then.

Both Yun Qingyue and Jiang Mo understood the subtext, so it couldn't be because of them that the girl chased them out before. Then the person the other party is chasing must be Shizun, but I don't know if she still remembers the past, or the two have a new intersection?

The two guessed it should be the latter, after all reincarnation will erase memory. Even monks who reincarnate rarely have the opportunity to awaken memories of past lives, unless they get some chance. But obviously, the girl is still a mortal through and through right now... Maybe it's because of this that Master can't do anything with this soul, so she can only stay here in the end?

When the young couple's eyes met, they had already exchanged a lot of information, and finally the topic returned to the original point: "Then Master, what are your plans for the future? Mortal souls are fragile and cannot be restrained by force. Are you going to watch her die here?"

Qing Yu lowered her eyes and didn't answer, but her attitude probably made sense.

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Changshuo City, Wutong Lane, in the last small courtyard at the end of the lane.

The beautiful woman was watering the flowers with a water ladle, when she suddenly felt a gaze fall on her, she looked up subconsciously, and saw a woman in white outside the courtyard wall looking into the courtyard. The two looked at each other, and she couldn't help but raised a bright smile. Before she could put down the water ladle, she went up to meet her: "Girl, are you here? I seem to have seen you last time, but unfortunately I couldn't catch up."

That's why Qing Yu came here. She was afraid that if she didn't come, this person would think too much. The ice and snow melted on his usually cold face, and a rare softness appeared on his face: "Well, last time a junior from the family came here, so it's inconvenient to meet you."

The woman didn't think much about it, but when she heard the word "junior", her eyes could not help turning on Qing Yu's face. Seeing that the other party's youth is just right, he joked: "It turns out that you are a junior, that girl, you are quite old in the family."

A monk has a long lifespan. Although Qing Yu is hundreds of years older than Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue, a few hundred years is really nothing to a Mahayana monk. If she and Yun Qingyue were not both mother and daughter, master and apprentice, both Mahayana monks, they could even discuss friendship as equals... But obviously, the woman misunderstood.

Naturally, Qing Yu would not say that one of those two was her daughter and the other was her "son-in-law".

Qing Yu gave a soft "hmm", which was acquiescence to the woman's statement.

The woman raised her smile, and her pair of beautiful fox eyes also curled up. It was only then that she seemed to realize that there was still a courtyard wall between the two of them. So she threw down the water ladle and ran to open the door, and said to the person outside, "It's really rude, come in and talk."

Qing Yu entered the courtyard without hesitation, in fact, she paid for this small courtyard for the other party. It's just that it was just an empty yard when it was first bought, but now it's only two or three months old, but it's already full of flowers and plants. Even the few rose plants by the wall are already budding at this time. If they come two days later, they should be able to see the flowers blooming.

In addition to flowers and plants, grapes were planted on trestles in the small courtyard. At this moment, there are large branches and leaves above the head for shade. It's just that the newly planted grapes won't bear fruit this year, so it's not bad to just enjoy the shade under the tree.

The woman called Qing Yu to sit under the grape arbor, then walked briskly back to fetch a pot of tea, and smiled shyly: "I don't have good tea here, and I don't know if you're coming, that's all there is, I hope you don't dislike it."

Qing Yu shook her head, took a sip from the teacup with a calm expression, the bitter taste immediately spread on the tip of her tongue.

The woman carefully observed her expression, fearing that she would dislike her, but luckily she didn't. So she became happy again, her eyes lowered, and she happened to land on the little fox in Qing Yu's arms—it was not the first time she saw Qing Yu, and naturally it was not the first time she saw the little fox in Qing Yu's arms, she Always hold it. Strange to say, she still feels a little kind to this little fox, but for some reason, this fox is always sleeping.

Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help asking: "Girl, why are you a fox always sleeping?"

Qing Yu paused while holding the teacup, then put the teacup aside, and said after a long silence: "It's probably because she was exhausted from too many things in the past, so now it's her turn to rest."

What she said was a little strange, as if there was something in the words, the woman heard it, but she didn't know the inside story and couldn't guess the truth.

Fortunately, the other party was open-minded, and he didn't get to the bottom of it. He just looked at the soft fur of the little fox that was slightly glowing in the sun, and couldn't help but feel a little eager to move. So she asked again: "Then, can I touch her?"

Qing Yu's gaze was subtle for a moment, but she still agreed: "Yes."

The woman laughed again, stretched out her hand and gently touched the little fox in Qing Yu's arms. She touched the fox fur tentatively first, and it was really soft and smooth, even better than the finest silk. Seeing that the little fox didn't respond, she tentatively touched his head, ears, and even his beard, but it also didn't wake him up.

Qing Yu's gaze has been following her movements, watching her touch the little fox in her arms little by little, feeling a bit complicated. If you know what the other party is thinking, I am afraid it will be even more complicated.

Just at this time, the woman said, "I don't know why, but I always feel that this fox is kind, as if he is destined for me."

Qing Yu immediately raised her eyes when she heard the words, the woman seemed to have misunderstood something, she hurriedly waved her hand and said: "Girl, don't get me wrong, I am not trying to **** the fox from you, I really feel a little kind. Probably, maybe, I just like these furry foxes. little animal?"

In fact, what the woman didn't say was that compared to the fox in Qing Yu's arms, she felt that Qing Yu was also very kind. But that is another kind of intimacy completely different from the fox, which makes her want to get close, but also a little afraid to get close... Occasionally, she dreams of him a few times in the middle of the night, and when she wakes up, she no longer remembers the dream scene, but I know, the person in the dream is her.

After several times like this, when the woman saw Qing Yu again, she always felt a little complicated. It's just that these things are too inexplicable, and she still can't figure out her thoughts, so she never told the other party.

Qing Yu didn't know this, so she just said: "It's okay, you can pet her more if you like."

This strand of Zhu Baiyi's soul has been separated from her for too long, and even by accident, she was thrown into reincarnation. To be honest, if Qing Yu didn't remember and find them, they could even be regarded as two independent individuals—Qing Yu looked at the woman in front of her, and sometimes she was confused. Is this person still Zhu Baiyi? Should she really come over?

But after questioning, Qing Yu was reluctant to leave. Place

Since she decided to stay here and guard the other party, a hundred years is just a hasty time for her, and wait until the other party dies to see if she can return to the physical body.

If not, if not... She doesn't know if she will force it then?

Qing Yu has been affected by this uncertainty for the past few months, and even couldn't help appearing in front of the other party. To this day, when she heard the other party talk about the kindness of the little fox, she suddenly felt some joy in her heart—it seems that even after many reincarnations, the body and soul are still connected after all. If the two are kept in constant contact, will they be able to merge in the future?

With this in mind, Qing Yu even hoped that the woman would touch the little fox more, so her eyes fell on the other's movements. As for the other party's intentional or unintentional gaze, she may or may not have noticed it.

The sun was just right today, and through the grape leaves above their heads, a golden spot of light sprinkled on the two of them.

Qing Yu raised her eyes at this moment, and just happened to bump into the woman's eyes, and saw a starlight reflected in those beautiful fox eyes... She suddenly felt a little dazed, and her thoughts seemed to return to hundreds of years ago.

That year when she went out to practice in the sect, she happened to pick up a wounded fox. Later, the fox turned into a human being and exchanged wishes with her. At that time, Zhu Baiyi also had a smile in his eyes, with a light in his eyes, making her think that they could be together forever. And at this moment when she looked at the person in front of her, even though she only recognized her eight-fold in appearance, the look in her eyes was as if she had been back then.

Before he knew it, Qing Yu stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the face of the woman in front of him.

The woman seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then backed away suddenly, with a little panic in her eyes.

Qing Yu hugged the fox, her heart suddenly ached.

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