After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

It has been a month since the quarrel with Zhang Yan, and spring has come, but Fang Qian's severe winter has not yet passed.

He lost his temper at his assistant again, with a cold face, and wherever he sat, he became the Antarctic Circle.The stylist carefully styled his hair.The atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

Fang Qian has always been easy-going, and never intentionally makes things difficult for others. He has been so abnormal lately, but it has frightened the people around him, especially the new assistant Li Qiong. The wind and the waves caught up with Fang Qian's first bad mood,

This scare, the work is prone to mistakes.

Fang Qian has a ring, and it is the only one. There is nothing special about this ring. It is just a silver ring. It looks a bit cheap, but Fang Qian always wears it on his right middle finger. As if cherishing it, when you can't wear a ring on a filming show, you will give it to her for safekeeping.

I don't know if it was too careless or really frightened, she lost the ring, she didn't dare to hide it, so she took the initiative to tell Fang Qian tremblingly.Unexpectedly, Fang Qian, who had been gloomy for a month, suddenly lost his temper, and the atmosphere in the backstage dropped below zero like an avalanche.

The little assistant was full of grievances, thinking that it was a silver ring and it was worthless, so why take her anger out on her like this?But he didn't dare to refute, and he searched all over the backstage with tears in his eyes, and started crying when he found it, and couldn't find it even more when his eyes were blurred.

In the afternoon, after Fang Qian finished recording the show, he came back to see that she was still looking for her, with tears on her face. It was obvious that she had been crying for a long time, and her cold expression finally softened a little. He sighed and said, "Let's go eat, look for her." It's fine if you don't."

When the little assistant heard it, the tears became more violent, and he was even more speechless. He covered his mouth and nodded desperately.Fang Qian asked everyone to go out and sat alone in the dressing room.

He stretched out his hand and looked at the empty middle finger of his right hand, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed sharply.

Fang Qian laughed at himself, and they broke up, so what's the use of keeping the ring he gave?He is not cheap, Zhang Yan has not come to look for him for a month, why does he think about him all day long?

But the pain in his chest didn't go away for a long time, and his body began to tremble slowly.

Still reluctant, reluctant to part with that ring, every smile Zhang Yan showed him, every word he said.His face, his hug, his warm body, there is nothing he can give up.

He is like a drug addict, his heart is moved, he is addicted, and he can't leave anymore.

Fang Qian took a few deep breaths, trying to drive Zhang Yan out of his mind, but his body stood up uncontrollably and began to rummage around.

None on the ground or under the table, so what about outside the dressing room?

He opened the door abruptly, facing everyone's suspicious eyes, searched around the backstage, and finally picked up the silver ring in the corner.

He grabbed the ring into the palm of his hand, so hard that his palm was stung, and he didn't even realize it.

After a long time, he gathered up a little courage, slowly opened his palm, and held the ring in front of his eyes.

The silver ring shimmered, still unadorned.

He looked at it carefully, over and over again, and when he reached a certain angle, he suddenly found that there were words engraved inside the ring.

It's very shallow, very light, and he never noticed it, so he only noticed it now.

He quickly put the ring under the light, only to see that it was engraved with "ZY? FQ". Turned into a gentle spring water.

Zhang Yan loves Fang Qian.

He loved him, but he didn't dare to say it outright, but he hid his deepest, most true and true heart in a ring.

There was heat in the eye sockets, and the vision gradually blurred.He is like a desperate traveler in a storm, finally seeing the warm light in the distance in the dark night.

Fang Qian quietly wiped his eyes, stood up under the strange eyes of everyone, calmed down his expression, and solemnly put the ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

The special office sent more and more people to various places, and several Taoist cultivators were seriously injured, but the number of monsters did not decrease but increased.The monks searched everywhere, but there was no trace of the master messenger behind the scenes.

Zhang Yan returned to Chenhai after performing the task. As soon as he stepped into the small building, he felt a restless atmosphere in the air. The monks were in a hurry, and they didn't even have time to say hello when they met. They just nodded in haste.

He turned to the reference room alone.More than a dozen monks were rummaging through various materials, trying to find out how to restore the refined soul.

In order to deal with this man behind the scenes who tried to overthrow the human world, Ying Zhou came up with three countermeasures.

The worst strategy is to wait for the black hands behind the scenes to show up and fight him to the death.

The best strategy is to try to find his hiding place and kill him when he's still fledgling.

The best strategy is to draw from the bottom of the pot and find a way to reverse it, so that no one can use the opponent's subordinates, and naturally it will not constitute a threat.

However, refining and transforming the soul to harm the heavens and harm the principles has always been a forbidden technique. Even if it exists, it is impossible to be recorded in the classics and passed down to the present, let alone the method of reversal.

"Brother Zhang Yan, you're back..." Yin An lay in the vast sea of ​​classics, and greeted Zhang Yan wearily, his usually cheerful face was full of frustration.

Zhang Yan walked over and touched his head: "Still have no idea?"

The boy bit his lower lip unwillingly.

The ancient books collected and preserved by the special office in the human world, Yingzhou is also searching urgently, but there is no clue so far.

Zhang Yan rubbed the young man's soft hair: "Don't worry, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. Your Brother Zhang Yan just made a small fortune." After speaking, he took out a bank card from his pocket, "Let's go , let's eat delicious food!"

In the past, Yin An would have jumped up and left with him without saying a word, but today he just shook his head: "All senior brothers are still here, I can't be lazy."

Looking at the well-behaved and sensible Yin An, Zhang Yan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, the child has really grown up.

So he also sat down, and moved half of the stack of books that was half the height of a person in front of him: "I'm fine anyway, let's help you read it together! There is strength in numbers!"

"Yeah!" Yin An nodded vigorously, fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes, "Come on!"

Both of them then buried themselves in the literature.

Almost all of these books are written in classical Chinese, without even punctuation marks. Zhang Yan's head grew dizzy when he saw these things. After reading half of the book, his eyelids kept sticking together.

He gently poked Yin An: "I said, do you really think there will be relevant records in the books in this room?"

Yin An blinked his eyes and looked serious: "To be honest, I don't think so." He looked around and no one paid attention to this corner, and then whispered: "Yingzhou used to have a special place for storing forbidden books, but not long after it was built, There was a senior who betrayed the Taoist sect and secretly used the forbidden techniques, which caused chaos in the world and changed dynasties. Since then, the elders have thought that those forbidden techniques are a disaster, and they burned them up."

Zhang Yan immediately grasped the key point: "Is there someone who has read these books?"

Yin An sighed: "They are all dead."

For gods and monsters, 1000 years is just a snap of the fingers, but for mortals, 400 years is an insurmountable time.

"Where's the great man who opened up Yingzhou?" Such a great man should live a long time, right?

Yin An closed the ancient book in front of him, and let out a long sigh: "After the decisive battle between Daoist Deyuan and the traitor, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he passed away soon. That is to say, after the death of this senior, the vitality of the Taoist sect was severely injured, and gradually moved to Yingzhou. No longer participate in the right and wrong of the world."

"What about the traitor?"

Yin An curled his mouth: "Of course he died too, and his power quickly collapsed shortly after his death."

Zhang Yan held his head and pondered for a while: "But, have you ever thought about how the person who refines and regenerates the soul knows the method?"

Yin An shook his head: "I don't know how he got it, but we can't dig other people's graves... right?"

The boy paused, turned his head and looked at Zhang Yan, and found that Zhang Yan was also looking at him excitedly: "Do you want to go with me?"

"You mean, let's go...?" Yin An made a frightened "pull" motion.

The traitors are all dead, and the elders will not dig other people's graves and burn other people's books.

"That's right." Zhang Yan grinned, "Besides there, can you think of a second place where there might be banned books?"

Yin An shrank his head, terrified by Zhang Yan's audacity: "Brother, you know that according to the laws of the secular world, tomb robbers will be shot!"

"What if you follow the rules and regulations of your Taoist priests?"

Yin An shook his head like a rattle: "That is also against the law of heaven and damaging to morality, and it must never be done."

Zhang Yan slapped Yin An on the shoulder: "Just be honest, will you follow me?"

The boy struggled for a while, and finally gritted his teeth: "Go!"

Even if the possibility is only one in ten thousand, the risk is worth taking.

Just as the two reached a consensus, the small building suddenly shook violently.

Zhang Yan almost fell off the chair.The bookshelf on the side fell in response, and he resisted quickly with his eyes and hands, only to avoid the fate of being crushed into meatloaf.

"What happened? There was an earthquake?"

"It's not an earthquake." A cold light flashed in Yin An's eyes, "It's a monster coming."

All the monks in the room stood up and looked out the window with serious faces.

Most of the special personnel were sent to various places, and only a dozen people in the reference room and the monks who had just returned from the task remained here.There will be no more than twenty in total, but there are tens of thousands of monsters attacking.

Zhang Yan couldn't see it with his eyes, but in Yin An's eyes, the sky outside the window was already pitch black.

This small building was protected by layers of barriers, and the monsters couldn't enter for a while, so they gathered and attacked the protective formation above the small building in turn.The violent vibration is caused by their impact.