Red Heart Survey

The person who loves you has left, but his love is everywhere.

So don't be afraid.

Ye Qingyu now has a big business and is very good at accounting.

Her father was willing to do everything for her, but he never thought of giving her the legacy of the Equality Kingdom, which means that it was a bad debt.

The way to deal with bad debts is to write them off.

"Equality" may be a beautiful ideal, but she thinks that path is not in the country of equality.

Pavilion Master Ye had already sent the guests away with the bill, so there should be nothing more to talk about at this point, but Sun Yin still didn't move.

He glanced at the time sand that had not yet leaked out, and changed his voice to an extremely ambiguous one: "This is a secret sound I created. It can avoid being perceived by others. Pavilion Master Ye does not need to worry."

The cheerful little tiger mask conceals the facial expression of a stunning genius.

He said vaguely: "I heard that Lord Baocai has been looking for the true identity of the hero. Master Ye has no interest in this?"

Ye Qingyu's gaze fell back on him: "Are you going to tell me, sir?"

"I don't know the answer either." Sun Yin said, "But if you join the Equal Nation, we can work together to find a way. It will be easier for us to break through from the inside than for Master Jiang to find a needle in a haystack."

He guessed that Ye Qingyu would probably ask some questions, such as what do you think about the Equality Country, why do you also want to investigate the heroes, etc. He had already prepared the answers before he came, and also planned to explain his ideals in this regard.

Yizhen Dao has been destroyed, but the tragedy of Fengtian You family is not accidental. It has happened before and will happen again in the future.

He has lived for revenge these years. In the days to come, he hopes that there will be no more stories of the Heartbroken Wild King City in the world. He hopes to redeem the soul that withered in the Wild King City.

Ye Qingyu's current identity and position really provide her with many conveniences. If she can get her support, everything she does will be twice as effective with half the effort.

But he only got a polite smile from Ye Qingyu - "Goodbye."

"I don't need to explain how powerful the hero is. Even if it's Master Jiang, he has little chance of winning if he faces him... Master Ye, don't you want to help?" Sun Yin asked.

"It is important for people to know themselves." Ye Qingyu said calmly, "The strength of the hero is even greater than that of my father. I was able to obtain the truth with the legacy of my father, and my fighting skills are even mediocre. What can I use to find the answers that you can't find?"

"In a game of this level, I think the most important thing I should do is... not to cause more trouble."

"You do something self-righteously, and mess things up without knowing your own limitations. In the end, you cry and say that you did it all for your sake... Master You, does Ye look so confused?"

After so many years of working together, this was the first time Sun Yin met Qian Chou's daughter, and he was surprisingly sober. But he also felt that a hero like Qian Chou should have a daughter like this.

The man who pushes a small truck and sells treasures on the brink of life and death never carries his real treasures with him.

Sun Yin was silent for a moment, then laughed, shook his head, and finally said, "So... excuse me for disturbing you."

He turned around and stepped into the light again, but a copper coin with a round outer surface and a square inner surface rolled over and turned in front of him.

From the square hole of the copper coin, the words "God of Wealth" with jewels and precious stones jumped out one after another.

"It may not be convenient for you to contact him. There are too many people watching."

"If you get any key information."

"You might as well pray to the God of Wealth. Maybe it will bring you good luck."

The sacred texts of each god are different. Of course, ordinary gods do not have their own exclusive divine texts. Most of them are just made up by modifying the Taoist texts.

Ye Qingyu’s God of Wealth characters were designed by herself. The fonts are plump, like small ingots, and look festive.

A group of little Yuanbao walked in front of Sun Yin, staggering and speaking unspoken words.

The next moment, these small ingots broke one by one, making a popping sound like bubbles bursting, and turned into the mist of the mortal world, curling like smoke, flying back to the square hole of the copper coin, just like the moonlight returning to the sky.

Sun Yin also walked on the light.

When her father went out that day, he asked if they would go fishing together next time. She said yes, and went to have dinner with Jiang Wang excitedly next time.

The next half hour was her daily time to look at the account book. She was not really hardworking, as her life in the past was driven by her mood.

Nowadays, I always have a sense of responsibility, and I always feel that I have to do something to be worthy of the love and trust.

She didn't know what Sun Yin wanted to do, but she might as well wait and see.

Just as he was about to focus his attention on the account, he suddenly looked towards the sea of ​​clouds. Among the undulating clouds, there was a tiny wish that happened to catch his eye, shining brightly.

"God of Wealth, God of Wealth, the most beautiful God of Wealth in the world, can you bless me to pick up money today?" The tender child's voice echoed in the wish.

It's not right to get something for nothing, she was thinking.

"Please, please. I want to buy a Jiang Qingyang Huang Hekuishou model. He is the person I admire the most!" the little boy's voice said again.

It's reasonable to draw this in the lottery, right?

…

…

Feng Xiaohai didn't pick up the money after all.

But he still bought the first model of Jiang Qingyang Huanghekui.

The three-inch-tall little man is made very delicately, with a faint glow and vivid eyes and eyebrows.

That was the time when Jiang Wang was 19 years old and full of vigor and vitality. He tied his hair and held a sword, looking proud and arrogant.

Just pinch the scabbard and you will be able to speak the lines.

The phrase "Please play for the world!" is repeated back and forth.

The voice is confident, uplifting and vigorous.

"Please play for the world!"

"ah!"

"Please play for the world!"

"ah!"

Feng Xiaohai ran in front holding the mechanical figurine, and the woman chased him with a broom.

The woman was not beautiful, but she was well dressed. She was a little fat, so it was quite difficult for her to run.

Even though people can't catch up, the broom can still reach it from time to time.

When it’s enough, there’s a “Ah!”

"Please play for the world!"

"ah--"

Feng Xiaohai screamed and ran headfirst into the arms of Feng Ming, who had just returned to the clinic. It was like he had hit a wall. As he was flying around, he was grabbed by the back of the neck and lifted up like a chicken.

Feng Ming, who had just returned from the government office, looked at his wife with amusement: "Yuer, what heavenly law has Xiao Hai violated again? I'm sorry to have you come down to earth to fight!"

He and his wife met in Lan'an Prefecture, a small town on the Lan River.

Yue'er's father is a doctor, with a skill inherited from his ancestors. He opened a local clinic, and with two sons and one daughter, the family of four lived a decent life.

That year, he was in a daze by the Lan River, as if he had lost his mind, and a few ignorant children surrounded him and beat and scolded him. It was Yue'er who happened to pass by and took him home to cure his "madness".

The subsequent story was not so good.

Because the old doctor refused to raise the drug price, he offended the "Renzhen Society" in the county town - an organization with connections that formed by many private clinics to manipulate drug prices and earn huge profits.

Either by accident or as a protest, Yue'er's brother was beaten to death.

Yue'er's mother vomited blood and died on the spot.

That day, Yue'er took Feng Ming to the mountain to collect herbs. When they returned home, the old doctor was lying in a pool of blood, dying...

There is no way to reason and no place to sue.

Feng Ming suddenly remembered the blood and fire of Qingyun Pavilion. His anger burned in his heart and his eyes turned red. He killed all the high-ranking members of the Renzhen Society. He took Yue'er and the old doctor with him and fled far away.

After many twists and turns, he finally settled in Mengdu.

Yue'er and the old doctor changed their identities, while he resumed his real name, Feng Ming.

She gave birth to a daughter and a son. The daughter was named Feng Xiaoyun and the son was named Feng Xiaohai.

This is their story. They enjoy ordinary happiness, but also experience thrills that many people don’t experience.

The fat woman called 'Yuer', propped up her knees and gasped for breath, pointing at Feng Xiaohai with shaking hands: "Ask your precious son! He...he stole money!"

Feng Ming's expression also turned serious. It was okay for children to be a little naughty, but it was not okay for them to do bad things.

"I didn't steal your money!"

Although the little boy was lifted up in the air and was about to face mixed doubles, he still said confidently: "I took the New Year's money that I deposited with you!"

"Taking without asking is stealing!" The child's mother recovered, raised the broom and shouted angrily, full of energy.

"I asked, but you didn't agree!" Feng Xiaohai argued.

"Stealing money is not okay!"

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"Taking your own money is also called stealing?"

"What is your money? Is your name written on it?" The child's mother held up a banknote and said majestically: "This is your New Year's money. The one you used to buy the machine is your mother's money! Tell me - is it stolen?"

Feng Xiaohai was about to cry, after all, what his mother said made so much sense. "I don't know which one is which..."

His hand trembled, and he pressed the scabbard again, "Please play for the world!"

The voice of the young man who was confident in competing with the world just jumped out.

Feng Ming had heard this voice several times outside before, but it was never as clear as the one right in his ear.

I forgot to do it for a moment and looked in the direction of the sound: "What did you buy?"

As the reporter, he participated in the entire case of the tailor shop on Front Street.

In his opinion, the handling of the case was very fair.

It was also at this time that I found out that [Mingquetai] was actually in charge of the martial arts marquis Xue Mingyi himself!

The truth of the whole case is clear and the facts are clear, leaving no room for confusion between right and wrong.

Master Zhou was still calling for help, but everyone he called was arrested, even his father was taken away.

Speaking of the chivalrous hero Ye Xiaoyun, he has the same name as his daughter. This makes him very happy. He thinks his daughter will be very promising when she grows up.

Hero Xiaoyun also said goodbye to him!

In addition, I heard that an old man named Yan Sheng from Shushan came to Yongguo and was said to be going to open an academy in Mengdu.

He paid special attention to it, wondering if his own Xiaoyun could go in and study for a few years. Forget about Xiaohai... He really wasn't cut out for studying, so he should be sent to learn martial arts.

But this voice at this moment... is strangely familiar.

When my son held the mechanical man in front of me...it became more familiar to me!

"He... is?" Feng Ming's voice was a little trembling.

"Isn't he heroic?!" Feng Xiaohai was about to cry, but now he was proud again: "Yellow River Champion Jiang Qingyang! It's a limited edition, I bought it!"

Feng Ming naturally knew Jiang Wang's name, but he had never seen his portrait. Jiang Zhenjun did not follow the path of a deity, nor did he make statues of him everywhere.

However, there is a person named "Zhen Wudi" in Taixu Fantasy Realm, who sells Jiang Zhenjun's battle projections in different realms at high prices. There are many varieties and they sell very well. Many people will buy a collection even if they are not keen on any fighting skills.

But he was not keen on fighting and did not have a cult of personality, so he was reluctant to spend money.

It wasn't until today that I saw its true appearance.

It turned out to be Jiang Wang...

Yu Songhai is actually Jiang Wang!

Jiang Wang, who won the Yellow River Championship at the age of nineteen, is the most powerful immortal in ancient and modern times and the youngest immortal in history!

My feelings at this moment are really complicated.

Feng Ming suddenly remembered the last conversation between the two of them when they parted that year.

Jiang Wang asked: "What month and day is today?"

He said, "It seems to be the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month."

Now everyone in the world knows that Jiang Wang was born on the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month in the 3900th year of the Taoist calendar. Many people who are pregnant deliberately ask doctors to delay the birth date and give birth on that day.

That day... turned out to be his nineteenth birthday.

On the day when Qingyun Pavilion was massacred, he rushed out of the darkness and tried his best to save himself from the hands of the human demon...

It was a boy’s nineteenth birthday.

Judging from the public deeds, Jiang Wang had not yet won the Yellow River championship, let alone avenged his blood feud. He was gritting his teeth, swallowing blood, and trying every way to become stronger.

But at that time, I was twenty-one years old... I could only cry and beg for protection. After being rescued, I was still confused about life and wanted him to take me away.

"Dad? What are you thinking about?" Feng Xiaohai waved the mechanical mannequin.

"Brother Ming, are you okay?" Yue'er also came closer, looking worried: "The child likes it and spends it on impulse, don't be too angry... We can return it. He is still young, how can he spend so much money."

"I won't retreat!" Feng Xiaohai grabbed the mechanical man and was about to run away: "Chief Jiang needs my support!"

The woman laughed angrily: "Master Jiang can send you flying with just one fart. Why can you support him?"

"They are competing in sales!" Feng Xiaoyun, his daughter, suddenly complained, "The top three sellers will have a collector's edition."

As she spoke, she put away the Chongxuan Fenghua Champion Marquis's money in her sleeve.

"Nonsense!" Feng Xiaohai obviously had a different reason for spending money: "It's obvious that they are in a tight spot on the front line of the demon battlefield and need us to pass on the light. Buy a mechanical man and you'll get more energy!"

"It's good enough that they don't have to worry about eating monsters, but they are having a hard time on the monster battlefield! They can only fool you who can't even finish memorizing the Three Character Classic." In front of his brother who failed the exam, Feng Xiaoyun felt very superior in intelligence.

Feng Ming just wanted to sigh.

Unscrupulous businessmen! Who said there is no money and ink in the world? Didn’t the person who made this sales plan for the organ man get the true teachings of money and ink? Catch all the children of his old Feng family in one fell swoop.

But after thinking about it, he finally took out the banknotes and said to Feng Xiaohai: "Go buy a hundred... count it as ten!"

He wasn't short of money, but his daughter was going to go to the academy, his son was going to the martial arts school, and Yue'er had to buy clothes for Yunxiangzhai...

Feng Xiaohai looked excited: "Are you all buying Jiang Tietou? In fact, Dou Dadao is also very tough."

"What Jiang Tietou and Dou Dadao?" Feng Ming didn't understand.

Feng Xiaohai had already run out, waving his hands as he ran: "You don't understand, this is just a nickname - forget it, I'll go first, if I go too late I won't be able to grab it!"

"Dad!" Feng Xiaoyun just shouted and stomped his feet.

Feng Ming then obediently took out more money: "Be frugal--"

"Thank you, Dad!" Feng Xiaoyun also ran away.

"Brother Ming——" Yue'er, contrary to her usual behavior, did not blame her husband for spending money recklessly, but just looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine." Feng Ming responded, and emphasized: "I'm fine."

At this moment, Feng Ming really felt that he was very happy. In the feeling of happiness, he shed tears unconsciously.

The hazy tears are like the turbulent years.

He looked forward and seemed to see many Feng Mings in the past.

The sinister Feng Ming, the proud Feng Ming, the well-protected Feng Ming...

Cowardly Feng Ming, frightened Feng Ming, crying Feng Ming, sad Feng Ming, useless Feng Ming...

Many Feng Mings were left in the boiling cauldron. Until a cold light flashed across the sky, a figure flew out from the darkness, and the one who took him away... was the most relaxed Feng Ming.

After walking around for so long, it seems like we have finally returned to the intersection where we parted.

He asked if he could take him with him and he could be his follower... Song Hai was his follower at first.

Many years have passed, and only today did he understand Yu Songhai's rejection.

The story of the man-demon has nothing to do with you. The brave have decided to take responsibility.