Feng Shui detective

Snow seemed to be falling outside the window, and when Lang Qing raised her head, she could see snowflakes slowly falling outside the window.The snow is not heavy, and it falls slowly one by one. There is a different kind of beauty under the street lamp.

Lang Qing remembered that she had read a news a few years ago, which said, "A certain man in his 30s drove for hundreds of kilometers after getting married, and finally he knelt on the ground in front of a dilapidated farmhouse in a certain village and shouted that The old woman's "mother". The old woman said she didn't know this man, but he could tell about the furnishings at home and what he had experienced before. It is reported that the old woman's son died long ago, and this middle-aged man has some memories of the past. I found it in this life."

There are many people in this world who believe in the past life and the present life, and believe in the cause of the past life and the fruit of the future life.Lang Qing didn't believe in these strange things at first, but now she does.

In her dream, it was indeed a dragon, mighty and mighty, with a sense of oppression like overwhelming mountains and seas.

In that dream similar to a battlefield, Lang Qing saw the dragon's long body when it was in a rage, and could see her sharp claws and powerful tail.

That is indeed a dragon, not a jiao, nor a python.Coupled with the two words "Little Qinglong" that Ling Feng accidentally called her, Lang Qing always felt that Ling Feng knew something.

"I think the set of scales on Xiao Bai's body fits well. I want to know where you got them." Lang Qing wiped the bowl with a sponge and said casually, "If it's a snake, the scales are too big. gone."

"I don't know where Xiaobai's body armor came from. I asked it, and it told me it didn't know."Thinking of Xiaobai's "worry-free" dog Lingfeng, he gets angry, that dead dog can feed itself now, even if Lingfeng hides everything under the bed, Xiaobai can still run to the Buy paper money, ingots and cigarettes and candles at the funeral shop two kilometers away!

In a fit of anger, Ling Feng was almost scratched by a crab leg.

Lang Qing frowned, this can't be said that Xiao Bai was born with it, right?

"At first I saw the unicorn. I thought it was Xiaobai who had mutated into a long horn. Later, I found out that the horn was connected to the armor. Snakes have no horns, only the fine dragon heels. Pythons might have them." Ling Feng threw all the leftovers into the trash can, and then ran to the sink to wash his hands. "The horned dragon must have experienced a catastrophe. I think the horn on Xiaobai's head may belong to a big dragon."

In the past, there were many spirits and monsters in the mountains, and it was inevitable that some big monsters were about to cross the catastrophe. When Ling Feng was young, her grandfather saw a big python in the mountains crossing the catastrophe.The huge snake body slammed into the lightning, resisting the catastrophe with its body.The robbery lasted for a whole night, the thunder roared, and the lightning illuminated half of the sky. The scales of the python fell off and his body was covered in blood. In the end, he still failed to carry it.

The body of the python was struck by lightning and there was nothing left, only the strongest horn remained, and the three thunder patterns on the horn were very clear.

Later, that horn was lost during the eradication of the four evils, and Grandpa Ling couldn't even save himself, let alone so many ancient artifacts.

When Ling Feng was a child, she pestered her grandpa to tell stories. Grandpa told her that a snake must first be cultivated into a dragon before it can leap into a dragon. To leap into a dragon, one has to go through nine catastrophes, and every time it succeeds, a streak of thunder will be left on its horn.If it succeeds in the Ninth Tribulation, and the skin of the dragon fades away and turns into a young dragon, all the energy in that horn will be the nourishment of the young dragon. When the energy in the horn dissipates, the nine thunder patterns will naturally disappear.

So the horn on Xiaobai's head either belonged to a small dragon or a small python who had not survived the catastrophe, or it belonged to a big guy who successfully transformed into a dragon.Ling Feng had seen the scales, there were natural runes on them and some were artificially blessed later, from the point of view of handwriting, the person who did this kind of thing would not use the scales of a small dragon and python, it should belong to a big guy .

Lang Qing put the washed bowls into the cupboard, took a few pieces of paper from the table and wiped her hands.

"Jiao's?" Lang Qing asked her, "Isn't it a python?"

"I don't know, I just guessed."Ling Feng skipped to the living room to watch TV, and the popular Xiao Xianrou was wearing a big red Tang suit to give New Year greetings on TV. "I've never seen a jiao or a python, so I don't know."

But Lang Qing just felt that Ling Feng knew a lot of things, she didn't say anything, and she couldn't ask, so the topic was stuck here for a while.

"Fireworks can be set off on certain occasions during the Chinese New Year. It is said that there will be a rain of New Year's fireworks in Tianqi Square in the early morning." Lang Qing glanced at the time, it was almost ten o'clock.

Ling Feng's eyes lit up, as if a star had fallen into her eyes.

The heavy snow can't conceal people's enthusiasm for the New Year's Eve. There are still many young men and women who join hands in the snow and grow old in the snow.

Because they were worried that there would be no parking spaces in the underground parking lot, and the parking lot on the road was covered with ice and snow, Lang Qing and Ling Feng chose to walk on foot.

The three-kilometer journey took a full hour because of the slippery road in the snow.

Tianqi Plaza, which has always been crowded with people, has few shops open, only a few milk tea and dessert shops are open at this time, and the shops are full of people.

It was cold and windy outside, Ling Feng wrapped himself up layer after layer, curling his neck like a quail.

"I remember you are not afraid of the cold."Lang Qing stopped to look at her, took off her scarf and wrapped it around her again.

The scarf is gray, it looks ordinary but thick, in line with Lang Qing's usual preference.

"Huh?" Ling Feng only showed a pair of eyes and nose, and the tip of her nose was red, she looked really cold.

"I remember last winter, you were wearing a Tang suit in the wind and rain, and I didn't see you wrap yourself into a rice dumpling."Wearing Tang suits in winter, and warming up in the air-conditioned room in summer, Lang Qing didn't know who was wrong.

"I was still a 'master' at those times, so I must be different from ordinary people!" God knows how many Sun Gathering Talismans she used behind her pretending, and the money she earned from going out for a trip was not enough for the Talisman money.The cost of drawing talismans is very low, but the finished talismans are very valuable. She might as well draw money at home to get money quickly.

Now that she has closed the shop, she is no longer a "master", so naturally she doesn't need to show off.Besides, there is reincarnation in the law of heaven. She killed 28 people in disguise.

Lang Qing took Ling Feng into a milk tea shop. The shop's Christmas tree hadn't been taken down yet, and the twinkling lights on it were on, twinkling.

There are a lot of people in the milk tea shop, and they are all young people in their twenties in pairs.Lang Qing is already 31 this year, and she always feels a little out of place in this kind of occasion.

But Ling Feng is different. At the age of 27, she looks just like a 17-year-old. Whether it is the condition of her skin or her appearance, it is not obvious that she is heading towards the age of 30.

The store is well heated, even if people come in and out frequently, the house is a good place to shelter from the wind.

Fortunately, Ling Feng also felt uncomfortable, she couldn't stand so many strangers sharing the same room with her, so she dragged Lang Qing away after buying milk tea.

Ling Feng's hands are warm and soft, different from Lang Qing's bony and slightly cold hands.

"They're too young, are they grown-ups? How dangerous is the road, and the parents are so relieved that they will come out to celebrate the New Year in the snow?" Ling Feng tugged at Lang Qing's hand, and said to her with disgust: "Your hand Also too cold”

"That's how they see you."Lang Qing thought of a very popular saying in recent years, she said to Ling Feng solemnly: "They must think I'm rich."

Lang Qing's words jumped too fast, making Ling Feng unable to react for a while.Before Ling Feng wanted to ask Lang Qing what he meant, he smiled slightly when he saw the black face paralyzed.

Lang Qing seldom smiles, but her smile is beautiful.Her smile is shallow, her sword eyebrows are stretched and the corners of her eyes are slightly curved, clean and warm.

Ling Feng can see God.

What kind of person is this? It's okay to secretly have fun without telling yourself.Ling Feng calmed down his beating heart, and continued to drag Lang Qing forward as if he hadn't seen anything.

Finding the highest and best viewing point, Ling Feng leaned over the railing to look at the signboard with the words "Tianqi" written on Tianqi Square.The wind above was very strong, and there were many people around, and the voices of people mixed with the sound of the wind, making it indescribably noisy.

When the sky full of fireworks exploded in the dark sky, many young men and women kissed quietly.

"Happy New Year".Lang Qing turned her head and said to Ling Feng.

"Happy New Year"

The sound of fireworks exploding in the sky was far away from the cheers of the surrounding crowd, and the surrounding scenery became blurred. Lang Qing only had Ling Feng's clean side face in his eyes.Her eyes shine brightly every time the fireworks bloom, more beautiful than the fireworks, more charming than the stars.

You watch the extremely gorgeous fireworks on New Year's Eve, and someone is watching you from the crowd.

It took another hour to walk home, and Xiaoxue wet their long hair.Ling Feng's spirit has always been very excited, and he is not afraid of slipping and falling while bouncing around.

There seemed to be more ice on the road, and the occasional car passed by and melted the freshly fallen snow.Snow becomes water and freezes in sub-zero temperatures.

"Aren't you going to work tomorrow?" Lang Qing had just sent Ling Feng home, but when she was about to drive back, she was stopped by Ling Feng.

"Well, five days off".Lang Qing paused when she opened the door.

"It's almost two o'clock, you go back now and come back tomorrow?" The family lacked a cook for many years.

After a brief silence, Ling Feng spoke again.

"Why don't you stay with me, and you don't have to come here again tomorrow"

Lang Qing's heart skipped a beat, she suppressed her fast beating heart, and said back to her with a paralyzed expression on her face, "Do you have a guest room?"

She lives alone in this office all year round, and she doesn't have any relatives or friends, so how can there be such a thing as a guest room?

"You can sleep with me. My bed is so big. Besides, we are both women. What are you afraid of?"

Still didn't teach well.Lang Qing's face turned dark, could she stay at home as a woman?Still sleeping together?

"I sleep on the sofa".Over Ling Feng's body.Lang Qing walked to the sofa, "Do you have any extra quilts?"

Perhaps it was the reason why she thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night, Lang Qing dreamed of the palace filled with fairy spirit again.

The green dragon in human form stood on the top of the palace and took off the scales all over his body, turning into a woman in green clothes.

The ground of the palace is a whole piece of white marble, and fine dragon-shaped patterns can be carved everywhere.

Or soaring through the clouds and driving the fog or turning the clouds and rain, it looks peaceful.

The woman in the dream walked through the gorgeous corridor and came to a closed door.

The room was empty.

There should be something there, Lang Qing who was sleeping soundly frowned.