As usual, the resources of the three major sects remain unchanged, and the rest of the resources are actually almost unchanged. However, many things have not changed in one year.

But when it was Qingyue Mountain's turn, a voice suddenly sounded from the audience, "Wait a minute!"

Aunt Gan turned around and saw a middle-aged Taoist who was looking at Aunt Gan with squinted eyes and said with a smile: "Friend Taoist Gan, is the old lady in the mountain okay? I would also like to find time to visit you."

Aunt Gan frowned and said, "What does this have to do with fellow Taoists? My old lady is devoted to cultivation and doesn't see outsiders."

The middle-aged Taoist smiled and said: "Is it because I don't see outsiders anymore, or because I can't see outsiders anymore?"

"What do you mean?!"

Aunt Gan said angrily: "My fellow Taoist, I'm afraid it's better to keep your mouth clean!"

"Licorice, why are you so stubborn now? Do you think everyone doesn't know that the old lady of your Qingyue Mountain has passed away? It's a shame that you still dare to come here with such a shameful face. Why do you still want to put those things away?

Keep things as your own?!"

The middle-aged Taoist sneered: "Take out the things yourself, I don't want to waste my time."

Aunt Gan's face was dark, "Fellow Taoist's one-sided words, I'm afraid..."

The words have not yet fallen.

A female monk from Qingyue Mountain walked out. She didn't dare to look at Aunt Gan, she just lowered her head and said, "The old lady did pass away in the middle of winter last year."

Aunt Gan looked at the young woman and was so angry that she was shaking all over.

The middle-aged Taoist sneered: "Licorice. Are you really so naive that you think anything can be covered up?"

Aunt Gan was silent.

at this point.

But soon, she suddenly raised her head and said: "That stone mine was originally mined by me in Qingyue Mountain. No outsider has ever discovered it before!"

The middle-aged Taoist looked at her and sneered.

How naive, what you discover is yours?

Without strength, let alone the stone mine you discovered, even the clothes on your body can't be pulled out just as others say.

Ying Chaozong suddenly said: "In this case, it should indeed be redistributed."

As soon as he opened his mouth, voices of approval came one after another. After all, this monk has more meat than meat, and there are many things that you can do without me.

The reason is simple.

Aunt Gan was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she was speechless.

"Go on, I have other things to do later."

The wild monk suddenly spoke. He glanced at Aunt Gan. There was no emotion in his eyes. Although he did not abide by the rules and precepts, he really had no thoughts about women.

He Hu suddenly said from his heart: "Licorice, I can help you with this matter."

Aunt Gan looked suspiciously at He Hu, who was dressed as a middle-aged scholar. The latter continued to say in his heart: "As long as you agree to be my Taoist companion, I will protect the things in Qingyue Mountain."

Aunt Gan's eyes suddenly became sharp. Almost at that moment, she was convinced of what was happening in front of her.

Hu is the murderer of her husband.

Some of the feelings women have are almost accurate.

He Hu calmly continued to say from the bottom of his heart: "It's not a small matter. You should think about it more. I am sincere to you. When I met you, you already had a Taoist partner, so I kept this feeling in my heart."

"Now that you are alone, why can't you start over?"

He Hu spoke slowly, his voice slow.

Aunt Gan didn't give an answer, but her fists were gradually clenched.

Is there anything in this world that is more painful than knowing that the person in front of you is your enemy, yet having to bow to him?

Probably no more.

Aunt Gan now wanted to curse loudly, but her rationality told her that if she opened her mouth at this moment, she might really sink Qingyue Mountain into eternal disaster.

She raised her head and breathed a long sigh of relief.

She has already regarded Qingyue Mountain as her home.

At this moment, Aunt Gan was overwhelmed with emotion.

Finally, she walked out of the hall in despair. When she was at the door, she finally spoke from her heart, "I promise you."

Then she walked out of the hall, holding back her pain, and walked far away before arriving at a secluded place, where she slowly squatted down and began to cry silently.

The bitterness and grievances of these years have never been suppressed until now.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

But this time it was more than just bowing.

She only remembered that the last time she cried was when she saw the body of her short-lived husband.

But I have forgotten how many years it was.

At this moment, she was thinking, maybe there is no one in the world who is more miserable than herself, right?

"Aunt Gan?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears.

Aunt Gan suddenly looked up and saw a man and a woman standing in front of her.

The man has seen it, but the woman has not.

The young man looked at her with a smile and asked, "Are you being bullied?"

Aunt Gan felt even more sad because the young man in front of her looked really similar to her dead husband.

This probably reminded her of the first time she met her husband many years ago.

He was so young at that time, and he always smiled when he spoke.

And then, what this young man said next completely stunned Aunt Gan.

"I've been bullied. Can you tell me something? What I like most is to fight against injustice."

Many years ago, my husband said this.

Aunt Gan was in a trance, as if her husband was standing in front of her at this moment.

It seems he is back.

Even if it's just for a moment.

Aunt Gan's tears could no longer stop.

She burst into tears.

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Chapter completed!