The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 246 The Taoist Nun is Truly a Divine Fortune Teller
Having lived for seventeen years, this was the first time Gong Qi had been treated like a thief. He was so angry that his handsome face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He stared at the man with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

You look so honest and simple, yet you knew to hold your tongue and only complain after you left. I really underestimated you!

When the man saw Gong Qi staring at him, his neck tightened and he felt a chill down his spine. But when he saw the soldiers of Bagua City, he straightened his back. What was there to be afraid of? He had powerful backers. Why would he be afraid of a mere pretty boy from out of town?
That's right, Gong Qi has a pretty boy face, and he looks different from the people in Bagua City. He must be from outside. And that frail girl too. Where in Bagua City can you find a girl like that? She's as thin as a paper doll. A sandstorm could blow her thin body over!

The two of them have lingered here for so long without going into the city, just standing here in the wind and dust, acting suspiciously; they are most likely spies.

Gong Qi is the little tyrant of the Xuan clan. He is the epitome of a rogue. Don't be fooled by his obedient and honest appearance in front of Lang Jiuchuan. Deep down, he is still arrogant, domineering, and rebellious.

Seeing these people surrounding him, he sneered and immediately lashed out: "Spy, what makes you think we're spies? I could say you just took a disrespectful piss on this monument to martyrs."

The man roared in anger: "You, you're talking nonsense!"

"Just because I'm talking nonsense doesn't mean you're not. This is still outside the city, my brother and I haven't even entered the city yet, how are we spies?" Gong Qi stared at the man, raised his fist, and looked fierce: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up."

"Young man, you've got quite the airs. If you're not going into the city, what are you doing here? What do you intend to do to the monument to the fallen heroes?" The soldier on horseback looked down at them, scrutinizing them intently.

Before Gong Qi could speak, Lang Jiuchuan stepped forward and said, "We just saw a monument to martyrs here, and we thought it was erected for the heroic souls of the soldiers, so we came here to pay our respects and remember them."

As she spoke, she stepped aside, revealing the incense sticks that passersby had placed during their prayers.

Upon seeing this, everyone noticed that one stick of incense was almost burned out, and their expressions softened slightly.

"Pah! He clearly said you were practicing martial arts and that's why you're here recuperating, bleeding from all seven orifices. He must be trying to sneak into the city to steal the defense map or something, or maybe he wants to damage the monument to the martyrs," the man shouted.

Lang Jiuchuan feigned helplessness, his voice cold: "Are you seeing things? Look, everyone, where do I see blood flowing from my seven orifices?"

No, she was perfectly clean, but her face was as white as a ghost.

The man was dumbfounded. How could this be? Just now, his face was covered in blood, and it looked so horrific.

"We're in front of the Martyrs' Monument. Maybe you're seeing things, or maybe some of the younger soldiers are being mischievous," Lang Jiuchuan said quietly, looking at the monument.

call.

A gust of wind blew by, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The soldiers are mischievous. How mischievous? Like the kind of mischievousness where ghosts cover their eyes?
Everyone was horrified.

The man's dark face turned white.

"Nonsense! You can't even see properly and you dare to complain? Get out of here!" One man slapped the man on the head.

The man shrank back: "What about the reward?"

"You're old and blind, you've misread it, and you're still after the reward? Get lost!"

The man was deflated and dared not confront him directly, so he could only smile obsequiously and retreat, running into the city.

Seeing that he had left, the leading guard said, "Since it was a misunderstanding, once you have finished your prayers, please leave. Do not linger in front of the monument to the martyrs and disturb their peace."

Lang Jiuchuan and Gong Qi exchanged a glance and asked, "Is this truly a monument erected for the heroic souls?" "Of course it is, otherwise why would it be called a monument for martyrs?" The man glanced at them and said, "Who are you people that you don't even know about the Martyrs' Monument in Bagua City?"

"We were traveling down the mountain to various places in accordance with the tradition of our sect, and we passed through this place." Lang Jiuchuan said, "We saw a monument to martyrs here, and thinking it was a memorial, we came over and recited a sutra for rebirth, and we didn't recite it wrong."

Gong Qi glanced over with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

You lie so carelessly!

"The Sutra of Rebirth... You are Taoist priests, which Taoist temple are you from?" The leader sized up the two. They didn't even have Taoist robes. They didn't look like Taoist priests. Instead, they looked like children from noble families who had run away from home and eloped.

Moreover, neither of them carried any luggage, so they're probably lying, humph.

"It's just a minor Taoist sect, they only found a secluded mountain to cultivate, it's not worth mentioning." Lang Jiuchuan looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and seeing his face, he cupped his hands and made a Taoist salute: "Amitabha, congratulations to the young general on the birth of his son, it is truly a joyous occasion."

Gong Qi was surprised and looked at the man. He saw that the man's face was glowing red, almost purple, indicating that he was indeed overjoyed to have a baby.

She has a good eye.

The city guard leader, Ma Qiao, stared wide-eyed, overjoyed at the prospect of having a son.
Wait a minute, his wife is heavily pregnant and will be giving birth in the next few days. A midwife has already been found. Although she hasn't given birth yet, who doesn't like to hear nice things?

But that's not important. The other party clearly doesn't know him, yet he says he's having a son. Either he's inquired beforehand, or he's just doing some calculations.
Ma Qiao looked at Lang Jiuchuan, whose eyes were dark and bright, as if they could see through people's hearts, making people afraid to look directly at him.

Just as he was about to say something, the rapid clatter of hooves came galloping towards them. In no time, a man jumped off his horse with a joyful expression and rushed up, loudly announcing, "Sir, the lady has just given birth to a big, healthy boy weighing seven pounds! Sir, you have an heir!"

A silence.

The servant's smile froze slightly. What was going on? This reaction from the master was unusual. Shouldn't he be overjoyed and receive a large reward? He had fought tooth and nail to get this job of delivering the good news.

But these people seemed to be in a daze, showing no joy whatsoever. Instead, they just stared at the girl with strange looks in their eyes.

Ma Qiao's heart pounded, he swallowed hard, and finally dismounted. He laughed three times and bowed to Lang Jiuchuan: "Hahaha, Daoist nun, you are truly a diviner. Quickly, today I am blessed with a son. Please come with me into the city for a drink."

Taoist nun……

Lang Jiuchuan froze, his lips twitching a few times.

puff.

Gong Qi laughed out loud, her shoulders twitching uncontrollably.

Serves you right for putting on airs, lying and fortune-telling. Being called a Taoist nun makes your act of pretending to be a charlatan worthwhile.

Lang Jiuchuan pretended to be profound and nodded in agreement. Before leaving, he made a hand seal and used his magic to forcibly pull Jiang Che, who was trapped inside the small tower, out of the Soul-Suppressing Spirit Tower.

Others couldn't see anything, but Gong Qi, who was standing next to her, sensed an invisible Dao intent and a familiar aura. He glanced over casually and saw that her face had turned even paler, but pretended not to notice.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't notice his gaze, only looking at the small pagoda on the stele, a cold light flashing in his eyes, his face covered in frost.

One day, it will be destroyed.