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Xie Zhao paused while holding the phone, "Yuqing bottle?"

Fei Rong, "The jade clear bottle was originally a magic weapon used by Xuanxiu to condense the soul, but it later fell into the hands of Master Qing Lingzi." He envied, "This Master Qing Lingzi especially favors his son Nalan Qian. Liu, give me what you want."

Don't blame Nalan Qianliu for being young and profoundly cultivated, he turned out to be the son of a sect leader.Xie Zhao put the phone in his pocket, turned around, "Let's go."

Fei Rong chased after him, "Where are you going, Master?"

The two walked out of Jinxiu Garden and took a taxi on the side of the road.In the evening, the golden glow spreads over the clouds, and it seems that a little bit of golden light is sprinkled on the skyline.

The streets were crowded with people, and the traffic jam at the intersection was severe. While waiting for the red light, Xie Zhao called home.

"...I see...Mom, stop talking, I'm already such an adult, don't always trouble my cousin."

Not knowing what was said on the other end of the phone, Xie Zhao frowned, "I will go, mom, don't worry."

Feiron pricked up his ears.

Xie Zhao hung up the phone and glanced at him, "I have something to do these few days, so don't come looking for me."

Fei Rong hurriedly said, "Master, if you are busy with your work, I can do it by myself." He patted his bulging pockets, "With this, don't worry."

Xie Zhao rubbed his fingers on the screen, "When the mourning stick is not necessary, don't let others see it."

Fei Rong nodded repeatedly, of course he knew this.

The mourning stick is a yin and magic tool, and if fellow practitioners see it, they can still get it. They have to push him to the ancestral hall and kneel to confess their sins to the tablets of the ancestors.

The two had dinner and contacted the master and apprentice. Xie Zhao was about to go back to school.Fei Rong inquired about which school he was in, but Xie Zhao took him there lightly.

The reason why he borrowed the identity of "Xie Zhao" to practice in this world is that first, he did not want his fellow practitioners to know that he came from the burial ground, and second, he wanted to use this to avoid those who dug him out of the burial ground that day. monk.

Xie Zhao has only been out of Biyou Lake for more than two months, and knows little about the remaining immortal sects in this world. After getting acquainted with Nalan Qianliu, he is even more afraid of Taoist sects protected by artifacts such as Tiandaozong.

There are often incidents of killing and seizing treasures among monks. Although Xie Zhao doesn't know which fairy sect the person behind the scenes who dug him out came from, judging from the spiritual energy left in the burial ground, it is inseparable from Tiandaozong.

Thinking of Nalan Qianliu who lived in the Chen family of Sankou Village that day, Xie Zhao's eyes darkened.

Another night passed.

The next morning, Xie Zhao got up early to wash up, took a coat and went out of school to take a taxi.

"Master, go to East Station."

He closed the car door, took out his mobile phone and called his cousin Chen Xi.

"A Zhao?" Chen Xi yawned on the phone, sounding sleepy.

Xie Zhao lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, "Cousin, have you arrived yet?"

People come and go in the East Station.

Chen Xi wrapped his coat tightly, pulled the suitcase out of the station, "Has Guanghai entered winter early? Why is it so cold?"

The young man who was pulling another suitcase for her gave a low laugh, "It's a little cold in the morning, but the temperature will rise at noon."

Chen Xi licked his lower lip, feeling a little thirsty, "My cousin is here, is the person who picked you up?"

The young man unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to her, "Here we are. There are many breakfast shops around here. Would you like to have breakfast together?"

Chen Xi took it with some embarrassment, "Brother Yu is not in a hurry to go to the branch?" She took a few sips of water and said.

"No rush." ​​Yu Shisan said softly, "I have to go to the hotel to put my luggage, and it won't be too late to go in the afternoon."

Chen Xi shrank her neck from the cold, she opened her mouth, and was about to speak when a clear voice came from a distance, "Cousin!"

Chen Xi looked up and said with a smile, "My cousin is here to pick me up, Brother Yu, it seems that we can have this breakfast together next time."

There was no change on Yu Shisan's face, and he still said in a warm voice, "Then we will see when we have time."

He watched Chen Xi walk towards Xie Zhao beside the taxi, and after a long time, he turned and left.

Away from the flow of people, several black cars parked at the intersection not far away.

Yu Shisan walked over with a smile on the corner of his mouth, the car door opened, and a dozen young men in suits and leather shoes came down and bowed to him in salute, "Welcome Brother Shisan back to Guanghai."

Yu Shisan stopped and took off his glasses, "I haven't been back for five or six years, I don't know if Master misses me."

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Fairview Garden.

The sun shines outside the window, and the faint afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the floor, creating a warm atmosphere.

Chen Xi was cooking in the kitchen, Xie Zhao was sitting on the sofa, using WeChat to instruct Fei Rong to use the mourning stick.He lowered his head, his forehead hair slightly covered his eyes, and his tight lips were bloodless.

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang.

Holding a spatula, Chen Xi poked his head out from the kitchen, "Azhao, go and open the door!"

Xie Zhao put the phone in his pocket and went to open the door.

The twilight was faint, and the glass windows in the corridor fell to the white corners, reflecting a cool and gilded figure.

His pupils shrank, he smiled subconsciously, and shouted at Chen Xi in the kitchen, "Cousin, my cousin's husband is here!"

Chen Xi wiped her hands, eased her nervousness, and walked out of the kitchen, "You're here, Nalan." She was a little nervous.

The three of them finished their dinner in silence, and the atmosphere during the dinner was awkward.

"I'll clean it up, you sit in the living room." Chen Xi got up to clean up the dishes, Xie Zhao wanted to help, but she rushed him to the living room.

"Why did you invite me to dinner all of a sudden?"

Nalan bent over to approach, and Chen Xi fumbled for the first time, "Didn't you say that I can call you anytime?"

Nalan looked at her with focused eyes, "So you came from Pingjing?"

Chen Xi's heart beat like a drum, "I, I came to see Ah Zhao."

Nalan's eyes fell on the sofa in the living room, where the thin boy was lying on his side playing with his mobile phone.

"I'm glad you came to see me." His voice was extremely cold, "But I think the game of "cousin-in-law" should be over."

Chen Xi looked at him helplessly.

Nalan sighed in his heart, "I told this lie at the beginning, I had a last resort, and I caused you unnecessary misunderstanding, I'm sorry."

Chen Xi lowered her head, "I just want to treat you to a meal, you don't have to do this." She is not the kind of stalker.

Nalan straightened up, his eyes fell on the clouds outside the window, "I'm leaving, if you need anything in the future, call me."

Chen Xi still lowered his head, "Will I still see you in the future?"

Nalan paused, looked at the hem of his clothes being grabbed by someone, "If you want."

Chen Xi didn't speak again, Nalan turned around and walked towards the door.

Outside Jinxiu Garden, a car stopped at the intersection.

Seeing Nalan coming out of the gate of the community, the car door opened, and a man in black clothes and pants came down.

"Master." The man's voice was mellow, like the richest sake.

"Why are you here?" Nalan frowned when he saw him.

The man lowered his eyes, "The teacher asked me to come."

Father?

Nalan was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "Go back to Yuncui Mountain."

"Yun Cui Mountain?" The man was stunned this time, and he asked cautiously, "Does the master dislike Ning Yuan?"

Nalan shook his head, "It's your chance for me to bring you back to Tiandaozong, and it's also your chance for you to cultivate the ghost way."

It turned out that Ning Yuan was the living soul brought back to the "painting mirror" by Nalan that day.Ningyuan's spiritual consciousness was forcibly stripped from his body, so that he lost all spiritual wisdom. After he arrived at the "painting mirror", Qing Lingzi thought that he had suffered innocently, and that he was a spiritual body and soul, so he put him in the Liutianmu to watch the sky. environment.As a result, Ning Yuan condensed his wisdom and became a ghost cultivator.

Ning Yuan closed the car door, turned around and got on the other side.

Nalan rested his left hand on his chin, and looked at him quietly, "I know you are brooding over the things before you died, but when you join the Heavenly Dao Sect, you just step into the gate of immortality, and you should forget the things in the past. , don't think about it any more."

Ning Yuan held the steering wheel tightly, "Yes, Ning Yuan understands."

Nalan didn't expect him to understand much, it's just that people and ghosts go their own way, the past is like a cloud of smoke, if he insists on entanglement, he will only be hurt.

Yuncui Mountain is in the outskirts of Guanghai, it is the old house of Nalan's family, and all the members of Nalan's family who have no spiritual roots live there.

The black car drove steadily into the courtyard and stopped beside the fountain pool.The old house of Nalan's family is very quaint, with black tiles and white walls, carved beams and verandas, pavilions and lofts, it is as beautiful as a garden in the south of the Yangtze River.

The servants in the old house saw the car parked in the courtyard, put down their work and came out.

"It's Master Qianliu, hurry up and tell the old man that Master Qianliu is back!"

In the flower hall, Yu Shisan and a few juniors were serving tea to the old man, when the servant hurried in, opened his mouth and shouted, "Old man, young master Qianliu is back."

The old man's turbid eyes suddenly cleared up, "Qianliu is back?" He stretched out his hand to fumble for a crutch, "Hurry up, welcome the young master in."

The elders sitting on both sides were stunned for a moment, put down the tea quickly, got up and went to meet him.

Yu Shisan held the tea and sighed, "Why is he here?"

Nalan walked through the hanging flower door and walked along the veranda to the flower hall. Wherever he passed, the servants all respectfully avoided him.

The sky is getting dark, and the shadows of mountains in the distance overlap.

With the help of a servant, the old man leaned on a cane and walked towards Nalan, "Let me see, she is taller and thinner."

Nalan looked at the grey-haired and hunched old man in front of him, opened his mouth, and called softly, "Brother."

The old man's eyes instantly became moist, "Hey."

For Lao Zhai, the return of Nalan Qianliu is a big event.As a mortal without spiritual roots abandoned by the family, Nalan, the son of the head teacher, was like an unattainable Heavenly Dao Sect to them.

"I didn't expect that Nalan Qianliu would be attached to this place." Yu Shisan sat on a tree with one long leg, his hands as a pillow and the sea of ​​stars as a quilt, with an indescribable mockery in his expression.

As a monk whose spiritual root was only detected at the age of 13, Yu Shisan's memories of the first ten years are all in this high-walled compound.Those who belong to the same Nalan clan, who have spiritual roots, step into the fairy gate, enjoy wealth and wealth, and have it at their fingertips; those who don't have spiritual roots, throw them here, and fend for themselves.

It was really ironic, he sneered, jumped up and landed lightly.