She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 160
In the house, the lights are like beans, flickering around.

Cui Husheng picked up the white cloth strips beside him and began to bandage He Miao's wound.

He straightened out his thoughts, and only said:

"The story I've heard is like this."

"It is said that during the Ching Ming Festival, the poet Cui Hu took a break in the countryside after his exams. On the way, he was thirsty and strayed into a peaceful peach grove. While talking here, he ran into a beautiful peasant girl..."

Speaking of this, he looked up at the woman in front of his eyes, seeing her calm face and eye waves, he hurriedly lowered his head and slowly bandaged her wound.

His movements were extremely careful and meticulous, for fear of hurting He Miao.

Cui Husheng continued to speak, thinking about his words, for fear that He Miao's words would be abrupt.

"The two are quite friendly, and due to etiquette, we have to separate."

"In the spring of the next year, Cui Hu saw the beauty of the spring and was touched by the scenery. He revisited his old place and knocked on the door here, but he didn't see the woman."

"When Cui Hu was sad, he wrote that famous poem through the ages."

He Miao raised her eyebrows. The first half of the story is nothing worth mentioning, it's just a story of a gifted scholar and a beautiful lady.

"continue."

Cui Husheng wrapped another strip of cloth around He Miao's palm, and then continued: "Unexpectedly, the woman's father suddenly appeared and accused Cui Hu of killing his daughter."

"Cui Hu was shocked, and after careful questioning, he found out that after parting with him, the woman was worried day and night, didn't think about food and drink, and was full of worries.

"Cui Hu seemed to have been struck by lightning, so he rushed into the room to check, hugged Jiang Niang, who died not long ago, and burst into tears."

Speaking of this, Cui Husheng looked at He Miao as if he was blessed.

Under the lamp, the woman's eyes are flowing, and her eyes are shining brightly.

"Is there something different here?"

He Miao nodded slightly, and said:

"In the original story, Cui Hu hugged Jiang Niang and wept bitterly, and the dead Jiang Niang woke up leisurely. The two got married and became a good story."

"It is rumored that Cui Hu's sincerity moved the heavens, so she let Jiang Niang return to the sun. What does Mr. Cui think?"

Cui Husheng lowered his eyes, wrapped a cloth around He Miao's palm, and said cautiously:
"After all, it's an unofficial history, a novelist's words, so it can't be true."

He Miao nodded and said, "The Jiangniang who came back from the dead is no longer the original Jiangniang, but the peach tree spirit in the backyard came back from the corpse."

When Cui Husheng heard this, although he had expected it, he was still surprised.

He Miao just stared at his palm lightly.

Peach Tree Spirit couldn't figure out how He Miao found out.

In fact, it originated from Cui Hu's poem chanted by the Peach Tree Spirit, and the puzzle is already on the surface.

"Last year in this gate today, people's faces and peach blossoms are red."

At this time, what Cui Hu saw was Jiangniang, the Peach Tree Spirit.

The second half of the poem is: "I don't know where the human face is going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze."

The human face does not know where to go, implying that Jiangniang is dead.And Peach Blossom is still smiling at the spring breeze, isn't it just telling everyone that the person who came back from the dead and came back to life is no longer Jiang Niang, but Peach Tree Spirit.

It was when Taoshu intensively read this poem that He Miao realized the clue.

Jiangniang's soul was devoured by the peach tree spirit, and she pretended to be Jiangniang and walked in the world.

It's a pity that mortal life is so short.

Jiangniang died physically, and the peach tree spirit had to return to her real body.For a hundred years, they stayed here.

Until Cui Husheng came here.

I don't know whether it was Cui Husheng's appearance, or the simple word Cui Hu, that touched the peach tree spirit. In short, it made the peach tree spirit start to have delusions.

Only before, Jiangniang who was devoured by the peach tree spirit was a ghost, but Miss Cui was a naked living person.

Human beings are primates of all things, and living souls are the most difficult to digest.

Moreover, if Ms. Cui died suddenly, it would inevitably arouse the suspicion of others, and it would inevitably attract other people.

That's why the peach tree spirit carefully took out one soul of Miss Cui, intending to devour her three souls and seven souls step by step.

She thinks she is cautious in doing things, and no one can find any mistakes, but unfortunately, the person she met was He Miao.

"Speaking of which, it seems that this matter is recorded in my family tree. If Ms. He is interested, I'll search for it."

Cui Husheng only spoke.

He bandaged He Miao very slowly, in fact, he was deliberately delaying time, not wanting to miss every little bit of getting along with He Miao.

"Young Master Cui~"

He Miao only said lightly.

"?"

Cui Husheng raised his head and looked at He Miaodao strangely.

"The cloth strips you wrapped up for me were too thick."

He Miao raised her palm, which was about to be wrapped into a rice dumpling, and said calmly.

It was only then that Cui Husheng realized that he had unknowingly wrapped cloth strips around He Miao many times.

His face flushed immediately, and he repeatedly apologized, "Sorry, I'm clumsy..."

After saying that, he wanted to untie it for He Miao.

"Forget it. Thank you Mr. Cui, I have to rest."

This is the eviction order.

Cui Husheng naturally understood, got up hurriedly, cupped his hands to He Miao and said:
"Miss He, rest now. If you need anything, just tell the maids, don't be restrained, just treat this place as your own home."

He Miao just nodded and said yes, and didn't take these polite words to heart.

After sending Cui Husheng away, He Miao sat back on the bed, a small stone popped out, and the room was suddenly pitch black.

In the dark night, He Miao closed his eyes and began to meditate.

In the fight with the thousand-year-old peach tree spirit just now, He Miao had already spent a lot of spiritual power.

Later, he went back to the fire to look for Song Zishu, as if he was being roasted on the fire.

Right now, He Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and silently began to operate the exercises in his body.

Outside the house, Cui Husheng's personal servant was waiting beside him, and he exhorted:
"Remember, don't let anyone in the house disturb Ms. He's rest. If Ms. He makes any request, she must fulfill it, and there must be no neglect."

The boy hurriedly said yes.

He went out, walked to the backyard, walked for a while, but still looked back at the room with some reluctance.

The candles in the house have been extinguished, so nothing can be seen.

Cui Husheng stared blankly at that place for a long time before turning around and saying: "Let's go, go see the old lady."

It wasn't until the fifth watch, when a rooster crowed from the sky, that He Miao squinted her eyes and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Today is not all fruitless.

It was the first time He Miao used the move "Shangqiongbiluo" on land.

It seems that as long as it is used together with the flying talisman, even she who only has the cultivation level of the Qi refining stage can use this trick.

The Cui family is worthy of being a rich family, the bedding is made of high-quality materials, soft and comfortable to the touch, and the bed is even more unbelievably soft, wrapping He Miao in it.

There is even a faint fragrance in the quilt, it is not necessary to think about it, it is the quilt that has been scented.

He Miao was so comfortable that she plunged into the bed and fell asleep comfortably.

Until, the noise outside sounded.

He Miao was soundly asleep, pretending she didn't hear anything.

The cries and noises all fell into He Miao's ears, but she was still a cultivator, so she had sharp ears and eyes, so she could hear more clearly.

He Miao had no choice but to stick his head out from under the quilt.Still bleary-eyed, she really wanted to know what happened.

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　　I have read Cui Hu's story before, and I always feel that it can be written better.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)