"You also know that this ancestor is dead and still says such angry words."

Suddenly, an old man's voice came from the darkness in the distance.

Wang Yanqing turned around and looked.

It was a tall old man with kind eyes and a kind-eyed look in a white robe.

One of the only two Nine Palace Levels in the Daluo Wang family, Wang Haoran.

"No one can change you, kid."

Wang Haoran slowly walked to Wang Yanqing with his hands behind his back, looked at the beautiful female corpse lying in the bronze coffin, and said softly: "This ancestor has long been dead. The remaining power can only change your body. This is why your appearance changes.

However, the long-deceased ancestor will never change your will. You are now just returning to the original you."

"She changed me!"

Wang Yanqing emphasized in a deep voice.

"oh?"

Wang Haoran smiled softly, "Are you lying to me or lying to yourself?"

"Um?!"

Wang Yanqing frowned slightly.

"You should be very clear, kid."

Wang Haoran glanced at her and said softly: "Absorb the power of the ancestor and make your body and soul constantly pure. In this process, all the influence of outsiders will be washed away, and you will become the original self, a Wang Yanqing who is not influenced by outsiders, and the real Wang Yanqing."

"Your hair?"

As he said that, the old man raised his right hand and pointed to Wang Yanqing's waist-length black hair, which was like a waterfall. "You mean, you used to like to tie your hair up and tie it into a single ponytail, and now you always unconsciously exudate your waist, so you think it was the ancestor who changed your will?"

“This is one of them.”

Wang Yanqing said coldly.

"You have mentioned this to me many times."

Wang Haoran stood with his hands behind his back and said softly: "I attach great importance to it, because if you accept gifts from the ancestors, your will will be affected, which is inconsistent with the content of the ancient books passed down by the ancestors. This is a very serious matter.

Because if there is something wrong with this matter, it means that other things may be different.

So, after you first mentioned it, I have made many verifications.

The end result I got was a false alarm.

Daluo has long abolished the hair care gifts and related rules. How to get a person's hair has nothing to do with age, so is the Wang family.

However, whether it is the elders of the family, playmates of the same age, or street vendors, they all made it clear that before you met that person, the Wang family Xiaoyanqing, who had always had black hair and waist before the age of 12... no, tied up, hair."

Speaking of the last four words, this old man is very pronounced.

"Um?"

Wang Yanqing Tong Kong shrinks slightly.

"When did you tie your high ponytail?"

Wang Haoran continued, pretending to think, "Well... it seems that it was the boy named Chi who took you out to play, and then he saw a woman on the road and said something casually. When you looked at the back of the single ponytail woman, your emanation has become a ponytail, right?"

“…”

Wang Yanqing stared at the old man in a daze, but his eyes were not focused at all, and countless memories surged into his heart in an instant.

That's childhood.

...

...

"Yuan'an, Yuan'an."

On the bustling streets of the capital, people come and go, and there are endless streams.

A boy with red hair and red hair, holding the hand of a black haired girl, looked at the streets and alleys, but he had not come back to his senses for a long time.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

The little girl who shouted for a long time but didn't respond was glaring at him angrily, and then followed the other person's gaze.

It was a young woman standing in front of a vegetable market stall, wearing a capable red dress, her head full of black hair and a high ponytail.

She dressed like a man from the world or an escort agency woman.

In ordinary people's impression, this type of woman should be handsome and heroic.

However, the gentle smile on the face of the woman in red and the skillful movement of choosing vegetables, she looked like a considerate and virtuous young wife.

"Sushi--"

The breeze blew past, blew the treetops and the woman's ponytail hair.

"good……"

The red-haired boy's eyes lit up slightly, and he couldn't help but say, "Okay, so beautiful..."

“Eh?”

The black-haired girl next to her turned her head and looked at the longing expression on his face, and was slightly stunned.

Then the anger surged.

"Hey, don't see it!"

The next moment, the angry black-haired girl suddenly slapped the red-haired boy in the head.

"What are you doing?!"

The beaten red-haired boy showed anger on his face and glared at the girl angrily, "Don't you know that a man's head cannot be hit? And you are a woman, how can a man's head be hit by a woman?"

“Eh?!”

Seeing his excited look, the girl was suddenly frightened a little, and when she stepped back, she staggered and fell backwards.

"Qingqing!"

Seeing this, the boy hurried forward, reached out to hold her and supported her, but his face still looked unhappy, "No next time, women can't hit men on the head, you have to remember it."

...

...

"Young, sister, look at your Xiao Yanqing. Today, my eyes are always staring at the dressing table. Look, I will say, women love red makeup. This is a talent, and they will automatically awaken when they are old."

"You... Qing'er, don't pay attention to your aunt, come, come here for my mother."

"mother……"

"What's wrong?"

“I want to comb my hair.”

"ah?"

"The kind that has a braid."

"Okay, my aunt is here to help you. Your mother is very clumsy...here, that's it!"

“Not this.”

"Oh, it's not a pigtail, then I'll untie... this kind of ponytail?"

"no."

"Oh, it's not a ponytail. I'm obviously very gentle, then...this?"

"No, it's a little higher."

"so?"

"Yes! That's it! That's it!"

"Haha, it turns out that our Xiao Yanqing likes high ponytails."

...

...

"Do you really like it? Or does he like it?"

Underground tomb.

The old man in a white robe stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Wang Yanqing beside him and asked softly.

Wang Yanqing closed his eyes, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, not knowing what to wipe away.

"So, remembered?"

Wang Haoran's voice was calm, "You don't like single ponytails at all. Since childhood, you, the original you, like to exude waist-length. The reason why it was later changed to single ponytails was that you wanted to please the other party to cater to the boy of the Chi family."

“…”
To be continued...