Heaven's Beloved took the adoption manual of the sick apprentice

Chapter 109 Yan Dong
Lan Xiang sat slumped next to the small couch, the tea cup was pushed aside, and looked at Jiang Yu in horror.

"Master Jiang, what are you doing?" Lan Xiang tried his best to calm down his emotions and asked in a steady voice.

"I didn't do anything. I just asked Master Lan some questions. You look scared? Why is that?" Jiang Yu asked with a smile. Her eyebrows were cold and her smile was gentle and non-aggressive.

But when Lan Xiang looked into her eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into a deep pool of water and drowned if he didn't pay attention.

"Master Jiang, please don't embarrass me. Ji's surname cannot be mentioned in Yuzhou City." Lan Xiang knew that if he didn't tell the truth, Jiang Yu would not give up. He could only hope that she would drop this topic.

Jiang Yu asked doubtfully: "Can't we mention it even if there are only you and me in this study? No one else will know about today's matter."

The family surnamed Ji, if Jiang Yu guessed correctly, may be the first family that took the initiative to retire into seclusion 2000 years ago.

He was once the leader of the Immortal Cultivation Family, an existence that no one in the entire continent could shake.

One day, it suddenly went into seclusion and disappeared in Youzhou overnight.

Everyone thought that the Ji family had moved away from Youzhou, but now it seems that they have always stayed in Yuzhou City in Youzhou and never left.

Lan Xiang shook her head and looked around in surprise, "No, the Ji family, they are all legendary immortal cultivators. They might be lurking somewhere to listen to what we are saying."

Jiang Yu wanted to laugh a little. Immortal cultivators don't have nothing to do every day, wasting their spiritual energy to eavesdrop on some useless words.

"Master Jiang, don't believe it. The families and officials who have some power in Yuzhou City are all under their control." Lan Xiang said in panic.

Jiang Yu nodded clearly. No wonder he had been able to completely seal himself off for so many years, strangling his lifeblood from the source and blocking the gaps where information could leak.

"Okay, Mr. Lan, don't worry. Only you and I will know what happened today. But where are the Ji family hiding now?"

Lan Xiang stared at Jiang Yu. The two were in a stalemate for a moment. She sighed and said, "If you really want to know... go find Ling Lan and see if he is willing to tell."

To the northeast of Yuzhou City, close to the northernmost boundary of Fengdu, there is a high mountain, Yunyi Mountain.

Yunyi Mountain is located in the north. The mountain is extremely high, and the top is covered with ice and snow that cannot be melted all year round.

Under the valley, there is a family hidden.

"How did you know?" Jiang Yu asked suddenly, looking at the man who was holding a plate and stuffing pastries into his mouth.

The man coughed lightly, quickly put down the white jade plate in his hand, picked up the tea beside him, and drank several sips before he regained his composure.

"I, I just heard that, don't tell other people, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Ling Lan threatened Jiang Yu with wide eyes.

Jiang Yu looked at his fierce look and found it a bit funny, so he nodded in response, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."

Ling Lan glanced at Jiang Yu with satisfaction, yes, this is good.

"So who are you?" Jiang Yu looked at Ling Lan carefully. The demon aura on his body was very light, if there was any, and his spiritual power was also very weak. He didn't look like a pure demon. He didn't like to eat cooked food, so he shouldn't be a human.

"What?" Ling Lan raised her head, her black and white eyes were confused, and there were crumbs from the pastry she had just eaten hanging from the corner of her mouth, looking a little silly.

Jiang Yu took out a clean handkerchief and threw it to him, "Wipe it."

Linglan took the white handkerchief, wiped it around her mouth carelessly, glanced at Jiang Yu secretly, and secretly guessed what she meant by what she just said.

"Thank you, I'll give it back to you."

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at the white handkerchief in his hand, "No, just throw it away."

Linglan: "..." I suspect that she dislikes me, and I have proof.

"I've finished talking, I'll leave first." Linglan angrily put the white handkerchief into her arms, stood up and left.

But someone grabbed his collar from behind and he couldn't move a step.

"Stop, did I let you go?" Jiang Yu stretched out his hand, and Linglan turned back. A few meters away, he felt an invisible force dragging him back.

"Jiang, Jiang, Master Jiang... you..." Who exactly are you?

Ling Lan was fixed in front of Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu looked at him carefully, a faint floral fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose.

"Flower fragrance? Half-demon?" Jiang Yu tilted his head and asked.

Ling Lan met Jiang Yu's eyes, with a hint of fear in her eyes, "How did you know?"

Jiang Yu chuckled, "I didn't notice it at first glance, but I already felt very humiliated."

"Why do you know so much about the Ji family? What is your relationship with them?"

Ling Lan was pushed to the wooden chair and circled by an invisible force. He wanted to escape but couldn't use any strength, and his spiritual power was also locked. This was the absolute suppression of a strong cultivator.

"What kind of flower is it? Do you want to guess?"

"I said, I said it myself, let me go." Linglan held her neck and said loudly, fearing that Jiang Yu couldn't hear her on purpose.

Seeing Jiang Yu take a step back, Ling Lan breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Bing Linghua, it's Bing Linghua."

Ice flower, also known as marigold, is a very common flower in the northern ice and snow.

A thousand and two hundred years ago, an inconspicuous little golden flower was born in Yunyi Mountain. It was accidentally contaminated by a drop of blood from a passing immortal cultivator, and it gave birth to spiritual wisdom.

From then on, under the moonlight, in the ice and snow, in the cold wind, I bloomed and practiced diligently.

In 1000, Ji Yannian, the eldest son of Ji at the foot of Yunyi Mountain, brought back a small flower from the valley and planted it in his small medicine garden.

Later, when I saw the flowers blooming in bright colors, I was so happy that I transplanted them to the window and cultivated them carefully.

And named it Yan Dong.

In the early spring of 518, the little flower by the window could speak. It said: "I am Yan Dong. Nice to meet you, Ji Yannian."

In the winter of 517, the young man was aging rapidly. When the ice and snow subsided and spring came late, he was already old and died soon.

Yan Dong talks to Ji Yannian every day. The more he talks, the more he understands this person.

It knew that this frail old man had no freedom and was controlled since he was born. The only thing he owned in his life was an ice flower and

Watch it grow, watch it speak, and finally, watch it transform before it dies...

In the winter of 513, when the snow was falling at night, Yan Dong transformed into a young and beautiful woman.

After Ji Yannian's death, Ji Hanchan, a descendant of his family, quickly took over the power of the Ji family. Following Ji Yannian's instructions on his deathbed, he left Yan Dong in the Ji family and raised him by his side.

In 451, Ji Hanchan and Yan Dong had been together for many years and had a secret love.

At that time, a conspiracy arose secretly.

"Can you imagine what will happen next?" Ling Lan stared at Jiang Yu with a sarcastic smile. At this time, his childishness had faded and his face was gloomy.

Jiang Yu said: "Being blocked by the family, you beat the couple with a stick?"

"You underestimate him too much." Linglan shook her head.

"From the very beginning, it was not because of Ji Yannian that he agreed to keep Yan Dong, and later he had no love for her at all."

It was a scam from start to finish.

(End of this chapter)