I'm really a decent cultivator

The autumn wind is rustling, with a little coolness.

Ever since the little genius doctor failed in refining medicine, he has not been depressed, but has become more and more courageous. He plunged into the alchemy room, threatening that he would not come out of the alchemy room if he did not practice the antidote.

But... he didn't practice the antidote, and he was embarrassed to leave the alchemy room, mainly... for fear of being laughed at.

So passed two days.

On this day, Qing Chen was lying in the courtyard of the luxurious courtyard as usual, sitting leisurely on the rocking chair, drinking the best green tea.

The warm sun shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and falls on the ground. The shadows on the ground sway with the wind, which is very pleasant.

Squeak...
The courtyard gate opens.

Su Che hurried in from the door, holding two umbrellas and a letter in his hand.

This...umbrella looks familiar.

"Brother, when I came back just now, I happened to meet a servant at the door and said he was looking for Mr. Qing, and he gave these to me." Su Che handed over the umbrella and the letter.

Qing Chen took it, and opened the envelope to see that there was a big word "dangerous" written on it, and it was still blood red.

It looks like a blood book.

There is an address written in the lower column.

When Qing Chen saw this letter, he immediately thought of Wang Fugui, but after carefully identifying it, he lost the idea.

The reason is simple, Wang Fugui's handwriting is... ugly.

People are what they say.

Putting down the blood book and looking at the umbrella again, Qing Chen probably guessed who sent the blood book.

Presumably, it should be the two girls who came to Shuanghu City by boat together that day.

However, they came here only to visit relatives, so how could something dangerous happen?

It turned out to be a blood book, so the situation must be urgent.

It is not too late.

While... Situ Wan'er was making mending soup, she pulled out to save others!

.........

Out of the house, headed west all the way, walked into the noisy main road, and then into the alley. During the period, I went around and around, and after nearly an hour, I still found it a little bit.

"Huh? I heard from uncle just now that he is clearly nearby, so why hasn't he arrived after half an hour?" He was walking while thinking.

After a while,

He realized later that he had lost his way.

Fortunately, this time I went alone, and no one knew about it.

Ok…

After doing a good job of psychological training, Qingchen walked into one of the alleys again, just as he walked in, he retreated back, only then did he realize that the address he was looking for was less than 100 meters away.

There is an old weeping willow at the entrance of the alley, its silk ribbons fluttering in the wind, and its color has faded.The moment when Qing Chen's feet walked under the willow tree.In a small alley, in a certain courtyard, a little girl in Tsing Yi suddenly raised her head, her eyes were bright.She hurriedly turned around, ran and shouted into the room: "Miss, miss! The monk is here!"

Inside the house, there was an endless clattering sound at this moment.Looking inside, it turned out to be a table of mahjong tiles.Sitting at this table are four people of all shapes and sizes, each with its own characteristics.In the east is an old man with wrinkled face but clear eyes. He looks dry and thin, but he looks energetic.At first glance, it is the kind of old man who will live a long life.In the south is a strong man with a thick back and a waist, with a very broad inverted triangle shape.He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he doesn't look fierce, but rather simple and honest—maybe it's because of his pitiful expression at this time.The strongest man in the table, his mouth was flattened, his nose was shut, with an expression of being greatly wronged.A sickly young man in the west, wearing a Confucian shirt and a scarf, has a pale face.Thin as if a gust of wind could blow him away.Every time he drew a card, he had to cough and cough for a long time before he could play it.To the north is a beautiful woman, none other than Cao Nuoyun whom Qing Chen met on the boat.It's just that Miss Cao at this time has a very different painting style from when Qing Chen met her.She rolled up her two sleeves, exposing half of the forearm of bullying Saixue, her eyes were solemn, staring straight at the game of cards.I don't care about the messy sideburns, only one hairpin is casually pinned, with a carefree air.Whoever played the cards slowly, she urged from time to time: "Cough after the cards are played." "Don't look, Wanzi is here with me..."

"Hey..." She smiled, as if she was about to gain something, and then she heard the little maid running in: "Miss! The monk is here!" "Why is it so slow, he won't get lost, right?" Cao Nuoyun broke After taking a sip, it was after waiting for such a long time that Qing Chen hadn't come yet, so she couldn't help but hit it twice.

No, after five laps, no one came, she almost forgot about it.However, she reacted quickly, stood up quickly, stroked her hair, and straightened her sleeves. "No." She called out: "Huan'er, come and help me dress up." As if thinking of something, she raised her hand again, pointed at the three people in front of her, and asked, "What am I to you?" The old man: " Uncle!" The strong man: "Big cousin!" The sick young man: "Second cousin!" "My God..." Cao Nuoyun stroked his forehead and slapped the table heavily with his backhand. "It's a niece!" "Yes, yes, yes." The strong man nodded hurriedly, "It's a niece." Cao Nuoyun glared at him, "It's your sister!" The strong man's expression became even more aggrieved, as if he was about to cry: " Don't scold people..." Cao Nuoyun, who is beautiful and beautiful, rolled her eyes... She waved her hand: "Huan'er, I'll do my own makeup. You stay here, teach me the three of them before you open the door." "Okay, miss, don't worry." Huan'er nodded heavily.

Bang, boom, boom. "Weeping Willow Alley, the second house on the right..." Qing Chen murmured, a little puzzled.He knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.That's right.Is there no one at home?At this moment, he suddenly realized, his eyes narrowed, and he was about to break in.

"Here we come!" Hearing a crisp answer from the yard, Qing Chen recognized Huan'er's voice.Opening the door, it was indeed the cute and lovely face of the little maid.Qing Chen nodded slightly.Huan'er greeted him: "Master Qing, you came quickly. Come on, come and sit in the room." "Cough... I just received a blood letter, but it was written by your family?" Qing Chen cut to the chase road.

From the moment the door was opened, Qing Chen began to pay attention to the yard, but did not find anything unusual, everything was normal.

"Have you received the blood book? Yes, it was written by my lady. Come in first and have a cup of tea. Let my lady explain the details of the matter in detail. I can't decide on this kind of thing." .” Qing Chen had no choice but to step forward and enter.The little maid then smiled.

The courtyard is quite wide, but there are no decorations, it is a bit empty, except for a bare and leafless dead tree in the corner, there is almost nothing else.It doesn't look like it has been lived in, but it looks like it has been shelved for many years.But it happened to be extremely clean, without a trace of dust.Surrounded by houses on three sides, there is a hall in the middle, and several bedrooms on both sides, which is quite regular.The elegant and refined Cao Nuoyun was stepping out from a side room at this time.Xu Shi was at home, and she only wore a simple tunic with wide sleeves and a striped front, and tied her hair with floral blue silk.Like a gentle and pleasant girl next door.Qing Chen greeted: "Miss Cao."

It's just... It's a bit weird when I say this...

"Young Master Qing, I'm really sorry that I took your boat, borrowed your umbrella, and troubled you to come to the house." Cao Nuoyun moved lightly with a gentle smile, her waist and limbs following the steps. The money swings.

Every movement is indescribably beautiful. "Miss Cao, you don't have to be polite." Qing Chen said indifferently, after being polite, he turned to the topic.

"I wonder if Miss Cao wrote this blood book?" Qing Chen took out the letter from his bosom and asked.

Cao Nuoyun glanced at the blood book, his eyes didn't show fear, but...a ray of shyness?
He... put the blood book I wrote in his arms.

"Miss Cao?" Qing Chen shouted when he saw Cao Nuoyun's avatar.

Only then did Cao Nuoyun come to his senses, and said, "This blood letter was written by me."

"The letter mentioned 'dangerous'..." Qing Chen has not found any strange traces, nor any evil spirits since he entered the door.

The whole house is normal.

"This matter is not urgent... Please come in and have a cup of hot tea, young master." Cao Nuoyun said slowly.

"?" Qing Chen.

I've already written blood books, isn't it in a hurry?
How about some hot tea?