There are always bad guys trying to steal my real body

Chapter 155 You Know Me
Holding the broken golden gourd in his hand, the cold melting wine was half sober.

And when he sensed the existence of the weapon spirit on the Broken Gold Gourd, all the months of drunkenness suddenly woke up.

He cautiously probed the Broken Gold Gourd with his spiritual sense, and his feeling was correct, there was indeed a weapon spirit in the Broken Gold Gourd, but the soul body was very weak and was about to dissipate.

He hastily put his hand on the broken gold gourd, and slowly pumped out spiritual power to nourish the spirit inside it.

Gradually, the transparent and weak Qi Ling revealed its appearance, and it was Yu Bailu that he had been thinking about day and night.

Leng Rong was ecstatic, as if in a lifetime, as if in a dream.

The violent heartbeat due to over-excitement told him that this was not a dream, he had the urge to cry and laugh at the same time, he gently stroked the broken golden gourd, and slowly put his lips on it.

His little heron was lost and found, and returned to his side.He is grateful to God and everything in the world.

However, he didn't understand how the dead Yu Bailu could be resurrected in the Broken Golden Gourd?

Soon he had the same thoughts as when Yu Baichen first met Bailu, and he guessed that it was the ghost of stepping on the snow to find plums.

He shattered the Broken Gold Gourd back then, but he never expected that Taxue Xunmei would collect the gourd fragments and refine them again, and lead Yu Bailu's soul to it.

The Broken Gold Gourd was originally Yu Bailu's body, and he believed that as long as he nourished it with spiritual power, Yu Bailu would be resurrected soon.

But, why did the broken golden gourd suddenly fall from the sky?

What happened to it?
No matter how many things have happened in the past, as long as Yu Bailu can still be alive, it doesn't matter.

In the days that followed, Leng Rong no longer indulged in drinking to relieve his sorrows, and continued to slowly nourish the spirit of the Broken Golden Gourd Yu Bailu with his spiritual power.

Although he wanted to embrace the egret in his arms right away, the matter of nourishment can only be gradually figured out, just like when he nourished the gourd vine with spiritual power in the heaven, if the output of spiritual power is too much, the spirit of the weapon will bear it. Can't live.

Time passed day by day, and snowflakes began to float on the mountain.

The goose-feather-like blood flowers are flying lightly, freely choosing to stay on the leaves or throwing themselves into the embrace of the river.

In the nearby towns, some elegant scholars who are at home with free money began to go up the mountain to enjoy the snow, disturbing the tranquility of the mountain.

As the patron saint of Jishan Mountain, Leng Rong will appear suddenly when people slip and fall to the cliff, saving people from danger; he will also set up a warm protective cover for hunters who get lost in the forest on a snowy night, and do their best to protect the people .

The winter makes Leng Rong busy, but he still nourishes the spirit of the Broken Gold Gourd within a fixed time every day, like a perverted voyeur, observing the changes of the spirit, hoping for its early recovery.

When everything recovers in spring, Yu Egret, the spirit of Qi, also emerges from its shell.

After going out to rescue a group of people trapped in heavy snow, Leng Rong returned to the Dongtian Xuan Mansion, and before he had time to shake off the snowflakes on the fox fur cloak, he saw a person standing inside the room, staring at the big red wedding bed.

Tears filled his eyes all of a sudden, Leng Rong took three steps in parallel, stepped forward and hugged him, weeping uncontrollably.

"Little Lu, you are finally back."

Jiu'er, whose body was shaken, turned around with difficulty, raised his hand, and punched Leng Rong.

Covering his eyes, Leng Rong took two steps back, his eyes were full of suspicion and confusion, and he fixedly looked at Yu Bailu.

The dark-faced Jiu'er clenched his fists tightly, and flames spewed out from his eyes staring like copper bells: "The pervert, how dare you tease me!"

Thief?

who me?

The speechless Leng Rong didn't know who to complain to, how could he become a prostitute by hugging his own wife?
"Xiaolu, it's me, your husband Leng Rong, don't you know me?"

What's the matter with the men she comes into contact with, they all like to recognize their relatives, whether it's her husband, or her brother, is it because she looks deceptive, or is it popular now?

"You have misunderstood the person. I am not a little heron. My name is Jiu'er. And I also have a husband named Huai Yi."

When recalling Huai Yi, Jiu'er suddenly remembered the scene where Yu Baichen killed her when she was treading snow and looking for plums, her heart ached and she couldn't breathe, she fell down on the edge of the bed with her buttocks clutching her chest.

"Little Lu, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Rong was worried that Yu Bailu, who had just recovered, was unwell, and hurried forward to care, and saw Yu Bailu's face was covered with tears, and he was clutching his chest in pain.

"Huai Huai Yi. Did you see him?"

Jiu'er, who was short of breath, took a long time to utter a word. She still couldn't believe that Taxue Xunmei died just like that.

Leng Rong remembered that Huai Yi was the immortal master of Tianjian Mountain, who had disappeared before hearing about it.

Could it be that the missing Huai Yi has always been with Bai Lu?
But shouldn't the person who abducts the egret be looking for plums in the snow?
Leng Rong, who had a flash of inspiration in his mind, suddenly understood something, and looked at Yu Bailu tentatively: "The Huai Yi you are looking for is Treading the Snow to Seek Plum Blossoms?"

"Yes. Did you see him?"

Jiu'er, who was full of anticipation, raised her face, her tear-filled eyes were full of eager anticipation.

Leng Rong's arms trembled violently, he suddenly thought of something, and asked in disbelief: "The husband you speak of, could it be that he is walking through the snow to find plums?"

Jiu'er nodded again and asked eagerly again: "Have you seen him, where is he, where is he?"

The beaten Leng Rong backed up again and again, his head was buzzing, and his back felt chills. He clenched his fists and wanted to punch the wall hard, but he was worried that Yu Bailu would be frightened, so he could only hold back.

How dare he step on the snow to find plums, how dare he deceive Yu Bailu that he is her husband.

Gritting her teeth "creaking", Leng Rong felt extremely oppressed and depressed, and really wanted to crush something.

Seeing that the originally gentle and jade-like man suddenly had bruised veins on his forehead, and his face became extremely hideous, Jiu'er couldn't help picking up the candlestick that was on the bedside table.

She didn't know where her hunting whip went, so she could only temporarily use the candlestick to defend herself, stood up, and slowly moved towards the door.

"Since when did you lose your memory? What do you still remember?"

The man with his head down suddenly spoke, Jiu'er stopped, stared at the man warily, and asked without answering, "How do you know I've lost my memory?"

Leng Rong, who loosened his fists, fell down on the edge of the bed, raised his head, and looked at Yu Bailu: "Because you don't remember me."

His voice was lonely, and there was bottomless sadness in his eyes. Looking at her eyes, Jiu'er's heart suddenly felt a pang, and the candlestick in his hand fell to the ground, making a "dang" sound.

Something seemed to be pounding Jiu'er's heart violently. She stretched out her hand to support the table, supporting her body so that she would not slip down, staring at the man in front of her who gradually made her feel familiar, her voice was full of doubts and a hint of fear.

"you know me?"

They, more than just know each other!

I have been praying for Bailu to re-form the successful Leng Rong, and I feel like I have swallowed a vat of bitter water, and I don't know where to start!
(End of this chapter)