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At that moment Ye Zhuming's heart was suspended, he stared at Song Huairan, he couldn't tell whether he was expecting or fearing.

Then Song Huairan shook his head lightly: "I don't see anything."

Ye Zhuming felt the muscles all over his body relax, and even had the illusion that he was alive after a catastrophe.

He leaned back on the sofa again, and when he put the cigarette back into his mouth, he realized that the cigarette holder had been twisted by him at some point, so he threw the cigarette away and took another one.

He relaxed physically and mentally, and didn't notice that Song Huairan actually opened his mouth, an expression of wanting to say something but giving up.

"I called you here specially for this matter," Ye Zhuming rarely showed an expression of embarrassment on his always arrogant face, and his tone was rarely gentle, "Maybe you think I'm making a big deal out of a molehill, but Lu Zhou is right. I'm important, so I have to take precautions."

Song Huairan smiled: "It's okay."

Ye Zhuming hesitated to speak.

Song Huairan stared at him for a while, then suddenly said, "You need to find that girl named Ye Xu, under Yanghu Lake."

Ye Zhuming's expression became complicated for a moment: "...I told you not to read my thoughts."

Song Huairan apologized proficiently: "I just feel that you have been anxious recently."

"How many adults can live an easy life, not to mention that these things are my responsibility, don't worry about it - you live your own life well, what you lack and what you want, just talk to your brother."

The words are beautiful, but in fact Ye Zhuming is very clear that from the first day he knew Song Huairan until now, Song Huairan has never made any demands on him.

Ye Zhuming even agreed to send Song Huairan to study at Ye Zhuming's insistence. It was more like a child going to school to make his parents happy.

Ye Zhuming suddenly remembered something, and took out a cloth bag from his pocket.

"But you've come here, and help me take a look at this thing by the way."

It was the few talismans and pills he bought at Lianyun Temple during the day, and they all fell on the table.

"This elixir is not for food, but for burning. Incense at home can soothe the mind, calm the mind, regulate the inner breath, and nourish the lungs - that's what the Taoist seems to say." Ye Zhuming recalled.

Song Huairan stretched out the talismans one by one, and identified them: "They are all ordinary town house, safety, and wealth-seeking talismans. The person who drew the talismans has no magic power, so these talismans are useless."

Hearing what he said, Ye Zhuming cursed: "Call the Market Supervision Bureau tomorrow."

Song Huairan had seen this kind of trickery and deceit a lot, so he didn't take it seriously, looked down and took the three incense pills into his hand.

He twirled it, and leaned in to smell it again.

"This is made of mermaid meat." He said lightly.

Ye Zhuming's expression changed drastically: "Really?"

Song Huairan put back two pills, leaving only one in his hand, and then a cluster of faint blue flames burst out from his palm.

Ye Zhuming smelled a slightly familiar aroma, which was the same smell when he dug up the body of Lin Yao who had turned into a mermaid in the Lin family villa in Gongyang County, and his expression became more and more ugly.

"Mermaid ointment is used as a candle, so it won't burn out." Song Huairan murmured, flexing his fingers slightly, the flame in his palm became more intense, and the incense pill sizzled and shrank by half in size.

Song Huairan's expression finally became serious: "Although it is made of mermaid meat, there is not much oil in it. It should be made of leftover meat leftovers that have been drained of blood and boiled for oil. It does have the effect of calming the nerves, and the other meanings are not great."

Ye Zhuming was silent for a moment, thinking of the unknown fire in the Nursing Orphanage.

"...Ignite the fire with mermaid paste or meat, will there be any traces after it burns?"

Song Huairan: "It will be very fragrant when it is burned. If it is mermaid meat, it will be burnt up." As he said, the incense balls in the palm flame had completely disappeared.

He folded his palms together, put away the fire, and continued: "The mermaid ointment will turn into oil, and even if it is extinguished halfway, it will leave traces in the original place. The fragrance will still be there, but it will be very weak."

Ye Zhuming frowned, and immediately told Zhao Huangshi the situation, and asked him to look for it according to the situation.

Song Huairan looked at his irritable and tired face, and said after deliberating, "Brother, take me to the Fengqi Mountains tomorrow night."

Ye Zhuming was slightly taken aback.

He is indeed a little unavailable at the moment, but he has come here all these years, and he is used to doing things by himself, so he doesn't think it's a big deal.

At the same time, Ye Zhuming knew Song Huairan's ability and the help he could bring. It was really hard to resist the temptation of getting the chance to be piloted by a master in the game.

He was about to agree, but thinking of Zhao Huangshi's words during the day, he still said: "I can go by myself."

Song Huairan didn't change his face: "Brother, don't worry, I have a sense of propriety, and I won't do anything to harm you. Master has placed some restrictions on me, I really can't help too much, but it's okay to accompany you for a walk , the master is not so cold and heartless."

Ye Zhuming laughed out of nowhere.

He has read some solitary ancient books. Song Huairan's master's life story is wonderful. He assisted two generations of heavenly emperors. He has a bad reputation. After returning to the ruins, he escaped the punishment of heaven. Burning Yezong.

Compared with the Taoist sects that are common in modern times, Burning Night Sect is more like the sect of cultivating immortals in some novels. The disciples in the sect do not have too many rules and regulations, but they will practice spiritual root techniques. After a small success, they will go down the mountain to travel and help the world save people.

And in a sense, the reason why Burning Night Sect established itself is also related to Tianxu Stream.But these things are real secrets, Ye Zhuming knows very little about them, and Song Huairan never discussed them with him in depth.

Even today was the first time Song Huairan told him about it.

Speaking of this, Ye Zhuming has nothing to refuse, but he has other concerns: "Can you stay here for two days...or go up tonight?"

Song Huairan shook his head: "Brother, you are too tired and need to rest."

Ye Zhuming was afraid that Ye Zhuming would have many dreams, but Song Huairan stood up and raised his hand to cover his eyes, a faint sandalwood breathed into his breath, and a very strong drowsiness hit Ye Zhuming, before he even had time to react, he fell into a deep sleep .

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Lu Zhou intentionally stayed in the hot spring until close to twelve o'clock, reckoning that they should have finished their conversation. After returning, the reception room was empty. In the nearest bedroom, Ye Zhuming was lying on the bed and snoring, and Song Huairan was sitting in a chair. , with the palm resting on the back of Ye Zhuming's hand.

I don't know if it's because of vertigo, Lu Zhou seemed to see a faint blue-green light flashing on the overlapping palms of the two, but when he looked closely, there was nothing, Song Huairan had already withdrawn his hand.

"Brother Zhou, you're back." He said to Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou nodded, and walked over lightly. Ye Zhuming was in a deep sleep. Song Huairan's voice could not be suppressed, but the person on the bed did not respond.

Lu Zhou looked at Song Huairan inquiringly.

Song Huairan immediately said: "My brother is fine, he is too tired, I will let him sleep for a while."

He stood up, gave up his seat to Lu Zhou, and pulled a new stool to sit across from him.

Lu Zhou put Ye Zhuming back on the quilt, saw that his clothes were intact, got up and took off the outside of his down jacket.

"Sorry," Song Huairan seemed to have realized, "I'm not very good at taking care of people."

Lu Zhou said softly, "Go back to sleep too."

Song Huairan didn't move, his sitting posture was very upright, with his hands resting on his lap.

"Actually, the first time I saw you this morning, I knew who you were."

Lu Zhou was a little puzzled: "Your brother told you about me?"

"I just said that there is such a person," Song Huairan spoke very softly, speaking at a moderate pace, "I smell him on you."

Lu Zhou was a little embarrassed for a moment, he didn't know what Song Huairan meant by this, he only thought that the two of them had indeed been in love last night.

Damn, I can't see it all.

However, Song Huairan continued: "You should know that my brother is really a dragon. If he stays with someone all day long, this person will be contaminated with his breath. People in the Yijing Bureau have more or less , but you are the strongest I have ever seen, so I knew your identity at the first sight."

Lu Zhou was silent for a moment: "Then why don't you just say it directly?"

Song Huairan just smiled: "I'm very curious about you, so I want to chat with you a little more."

Lu Zhou recalled the situation when they met during the day, and it seemed that they didn't say anything worthwhile.

It seems that this night talk will not end for a while, Lu Zhou said: "If you really want to chat with me, we can go out and talk, your brother is still sleeping."

"I already know you pretty much," Song Huairan said, "I just have something to tell you. You and my brother are indeed very close by marriage. I actually made a fortune for him. Everything you encounter is a marriage that is revealed in the morning, and the road of love is bumpy, and you will die alone forever."

As he spoke, he smiled: "Don't tell my brother about this, he asked me before and I was fooling it."

However, Lu Zhou misunderstood these words and looked a little cold.

"According to what you mean, your brother and I can't make it to the end?"

Song Huairan was slightly startled, he didn't expect Lu Zhou to think so, and shook his head: "On the contrary, I showed my brother just now, and I can't see his future anymore.

"This variable is because of you, you are very important to him, so important that you can determine the outcome of his life."

Lu Zhou was stunned.

Although he knew that Song Huairan was a "magic stick", but the amount of information in these words was too much, he even wondered if Ye Zhuming taught him to say it.

He expressed this doubt, but Song Huairan laughed.

"You think too much. I care about my brother very much. I just want you to know what I'm telling you."

Lu Zhou: "Know what?"

Song Huairan stood up: "You already know, I can't predict what will happen in the future."

He walked to the door and suddenly remembered something: "He will sleep until noon tomorrow, you don't have to worry about it."

Song Huairan unilaterally ended the cloudy conversation. Lu Zhou felt that it was so unbelievable that he couldn't figure out what he wanted to express. Looking at Ye Zhuming's peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, he couldn't help poking his cheek. Face.

"Your brother is really like a magic stick, can you understand what he just said?"

Ye Zhuming did not respond.

He felt very comfortable and relaxed, his body and soul seemed to be entrusted to the clouds, and the soft clouds wrapped him, immersing him in it one by one, soothing all the fatigue.

This long-lost feeling of being nourished by spiritual energy made him involuntarily return to the time when he was in the Burning Night Sect more than ten years ago.

As I said before, Ye Zhuming was brought to Ducheng by Xiao Yin after the drastic change in his family background, and he was taught by Gu Luyuan.

People in Yijing Bureau have been fighting with ghosts all year round, so what they have learned is naturally extraordinary. Ye Zhuming first entered this way, and it was difficult to learn, and the blood of the Qinglong he inherited is very weak. Gu Luyuan tried many methods but failed to make him Awakening the power of the blood, and after spending a lot of effort, he got the opportunity to take him to practice in the Burning Night Sect.

At that time, Ye Zhuming was not much better than ordinary people. If he couldn't transform into a prototype, it meant that he couldn't practice the Dharma and couldn't use spiritual power. Zhao Huangshi, who was similar in age, was already a dragon and phoenix in every sense of the word. thought.The days of cultivating in the Burning Night Sect were very hard, but Ye Zhuming persisted. Gu Luyuan only bought him half a year. If he can't break through in this place where the aura is the strongest and purest, he will basically have no hope of getting ahead in his life.

But Ye Zhuming did not break through.

Time flies and it is time to go down the mountain, Ye Zhuming finally gives up on himself, Gu Luyuan has asked him to pack his luggage, and he will go down the mountain in a week.

One night, Ye Zhuming drank to drink away his worries, thinking that he had come to Burning Yezong for a few months, and nothing but practice was practice, and he didn't even take a serious tour of this treasured land of immortals.

With three points of drunkenness, Ye Zhuming wandered around the quiet and uninhabited sect with the wine jar in his arms. He didn't know how he came to the bamboo forest, but he vaguely remembered what kind of forbidden area this was.

... You and I are not your people, so why should you abide by the rules here.

On a moonlit night, Ye Zhuming could see wisps of fog permeating the bamboo forest, or it should be called aura.Although Ye Zhuming has only mastered the method of exhalation, there is so much aura here that he does not need to absorb it deliberately, and it will enter the body when he hits it. Ye Zhuming's brain, which was paralyzed by alcohol, gradually sobered up. When he recovered, he found that Standing in front of a strange wall.

This wall is made of aura, because it is too thick and condensed into water, which meanders and flows on this wall.

Seeing this strange scene, Ye Zhuming reached out to touch it, but only touched the cold and hard wall.

Although he was sober, it didn't affect his confusion. Ye Zhuming walked along the wall for a long time, but he didn't find the entrance. go up!

"Fuck..." He grinned and rubbed his shoulders, the wall of fog remained motionless, not even the slightest agitation of aura.

Most people would give up when encountering this kind of situation, but Ye Zhuming is not an ordinary person. His failure to hit the ground made him fight, and he even kicked and hit the ground to attack the fog wall. .

How the hell am I such a waste, I can't do anything.

He rushed up like crazy, but the expected pain did not come. His head seemed to hit the cloud, and a gentle force stopped him. Ye Zhuming smelled a strange fragrance, and the spirit platform became clear instantly, his whole body Shu Tai.

He opened his eyes and found that the wall of fog had disappeared, and in front of him was a pond, but there was no water in it, only a shiny and white liquid flowing slowly along certain lines, converging towards a pair of delicate feet.

The owner of those feet is a five or six-year-old child, who was born ice-snow and cute, but the expression on his face was very puzzled, as if he didn't understand how Ye Zhuming appeared here.

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There is a reason why so many works like to set a force value top, which can be used to promote the plot (try hard to see if it can be completed this month, tired)