MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old-Chapter 455 The second dry root of love

Chapter 455 The root of love dries up for the second time

They bowed to heaven and earth three times and made an oath together.

 And myself…

 But he stabbed her with a knife.

There was a squeak.

Wen Mingxuan opened the door.

 Everything in the house remains unchanged.

　　　The Little Cherry couple kept the place very well and came here often to clean it. There was not a trace of water stains or a trace of spider webs in the house.

 Clean and tidy.

 Life is poor and simple, without the luxury and wealth of the Wen family.

 But here, he found a long-lost peace of mind.

 Everything here has not changed at all from the scene in his memory.

 Even the red silk hanging in the house was never taken down.

 The color only becomes slightly dull with the erosion of time.

There is still half of the red candle with the word "happy" printed on it. Wen Mingxuan looked at the red candle in a daze.

 There are two futons on the ground.

That's what they use for worship.

 He walked to the bedroom, and the room became even more joyful.

 But all the joy is tinged with sadness.

 There are two wine glasses in front of the table, those are...

 It is used when they exchange cups.

Wen Mingxuan's breathing gradually became rapid.

 He remembered that the master had just found him at that time.

His mind is filled with revenge and he wants to seek justice for the more than 300 members of the Wen family.

 Every day he saw Xiao Yuer, he felt pain.

 That is the daughter of the enemy, the hatred of annihilation of the family.

 He hated Xiao Yu'er, and he also hated himself for constantly sinking in front of her.

 He hated himself for actually wanting to live an ordinary life with her in this small mountain village.

 The day of the wedding.

He didn't dare to look at Xiao Yu'er. She seemed to know everything, and she seemed to be waiting for a result.

 He did not dare to think about the wedding process.

 I don’t dare to think about everything that happened when I went to church.

 Four years can pass.

He remembered every detail of the wedding clearly and never forgot it.

Wen Mingxuan stood in front of the window and saw the still beautiful flowers in front of the window.

 She planted it for him.

 “Hiss…” Wen Mingxuan raised his hand slightly and put it on his heart.

Ever since the stabbing that day, he has suffered from angina pectoris.

As his cultivation became more and more advanced, he suppressed his emotions more and more, his inner demons gradually became rampant, and his angina pectoris became more severe.

Wen Mingxuan was slightly startled when he saw the white porcelain bowl in front of the window.

 In the bowl, there are two red beans.

One of them seemed to have sprouted, but for some reason it dried up and seemed to have died.

 The dead buds can also be vaguely seen.

 The other one has already grown tender green leaves, filling the entire white porcelain bowl with young leaves.

 Without water or soil, it is possible for new leaves to sprout and grow so lushly?

“Are those two acacia beans?” Wen Mingxuan suddenly remembered the marriage temple he went to before getting married.

 The little boy in red gave him two red beans.

Wen Mingxuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

There is a touch of spiritual energy in these two red beans. No wonder red beans can grow without water.

 At the beginning, he was still a mortal and could not feel the difference.

Now, he can see the difference at a glance.

 That dried red bean, is it Xiaoyu'er's?

Wen Mingxuan’s thick eyelashes trembled slightly. He held the red bean in his palm and tried to put some spiritual energy into it, but the red bean became even more depleted.

 He immediately did not dare to touch it again.

 He picked up his own one again, and the thick young leaves swayed in the wind.

Filled the entire porcelain bowl and even extended toward the window.

 He pinched the red bean lightly, and red blood came out.

Wen Mingxuan held the red beans tightly in his palms and picked up the full white porcelain bowl.

When Ji Ji stood up with his sword, he fell outside the Marriage Temple in an instant.

 There was a little boy in red standing outside the Marriage Temple.

 “Please, Lord Dao, follow the boy.” The boy in red has obviously been waiting here for a long time.

"Early this morning, the Lord expected a distinguished guest to come to our door, so he asked the boy to wait for Taojun here." The boy walked in front and explained.

Mingxuan Daojun glanced at the child and then at the Marriage Temple.

There is a statue of Yue Lao enshrined in the temple.

He could faintly see that the spiritual energy in the ancestral hall was very heavy, and the aura of merit and virtue was floating into the sky. There should be the God of Yuelao sitting here.

 No wonder the incense is so popular.

 Wen Mingxuan entered the main hall.

 There was an old man with a white beard in red sitting in the hall.

The old man was holding a ball of red messy threads in his hand and was pulling it apart. There were a few strands of red silk threads hanging on his white hair.

Seeing him come in, the old man was stunned.

 Then he put away the red line.

 “You know me?” Wen Mingxuan said affirmatively.

 Yue Lao opened his mouth, he? ?

 What could he say?

 Before he came to earth, Emperor Junhua had an iron heart and seemed to have no love for his children. But in his current reincarnation, his whole body is wrapped in red threads.

"Fellow Taoist is like an old friend." Yue Lao didn't dare to ruin the emperor's calamity, so he immediately changed the subject by laughing.

Wen Mingxuan didn't ask any more questions.

Spreading out two red beans in the palm of your hand: "Why is one of these two red beans withered?"

“Also, your red beans contain spiritual energy. Could it really represent...love?” Wen Mingxuan looked at Yue Lao.

 Yue Lao stroked his beard.

“Since ancient times, red beans have also been called lover beans and acacia beans, but red beans in the world cannot represent love.”

"I was born to be in charge...well, only the acacia beans distributed from my hands can be brought into being by emotions." Yue Lao was quite proud of himself.

　　Nearly let it slip that he is in charge of marriage.

 “The stronger the love, the more vigorously the acacia beans grow. These acacia beans feed on love.”

Yue Lao pinched the dried red bean and frowned slightly.

 The child next to him stood up.

"I have an impression, I have an impression. This red bean is from me." The little child pinched the red bean and was quite surprised.

 “Oh, it’s sprouting. Master, this red bean is sprouting.” The little boy looked surprised.

“Everyone in the world is born with the root of love. Master, do you still remember what my disciple said four years ago? When you meet a person who has no root of love.”

 “She is the wife of this Taoist king.”

"At that time, she and Daojun were about to get married, and they came to test their marriage. But the disciple discovered that she lacked love. She was born to be a person who cannot love." The little Tong'er's words made Wen Mingxuan tighten his fists slightly.

“However, she seemed to have signs of rebirth of love. But it was not obvious at the time.”

“Now that I see this red bean, I understand. She has really given birth to love again!!”

 “Only when there is love, will the acacia beans germinate. This is the proof.” The little child looked excited.

 Just looking at the dried acacia beans in my hand, I felt a little regretful.

 “A person who lacks the roots of love, even if he is reincarnated countless times, still has no roots of love and will not be reborn.”

"Her love roots can be regenerated, which means..." The little boy paused.

Yue Lao sighed and looked at Wen Mingxuan in front of him.

Yelao looked a little pitiful. He didn’t know who Emperor Junhua had met, or what Emperor Junhua had gone through.

 But once the root of love dries up for the second time, it will never regenerate.

 He probably didn’t know what he had lost.

"What does the regeneration of love roots mean?" Wen Mingxuan asked in a dry voice, almost word by word.

 (End of this chapter)