The ancestors are reincarnating again

Since the bronze mirror was taken home by Zhou Feiyin, Bai Qi lived with the bronze mirror in Zhou's house, practicing daily without asking about the outside world, so anxious that Hei Qi almost hit the wall.

"Cultivation has no time. I used to be in Yaohuang. How can I not meditate for more than a hundred years since I started bigu?" Bai Qi, who was so troubled that he couldn't calm down, opened his eyes.

"Now it's in the mortal world." Hei Qi was anxious, "After a hundred years, the people outside would have died a long time ago."

"Noisy." Bai Qi picked up Rufu and stood up calmly.

"Aren't you going to find out if Zhou Feiyin is Qin Wenlan?" Hei Qi provoked him deliberately.

"How to identify?" Bai Qi asked.

"Pick off his clothes!" Hei Qi said.

"..." Bai Qi squinted at Hei Qi for a while, "You're not serious."

Black Seven "..." Is it not serious?Which God would not even want to lift up a man's face?

Bai Qi took two steps forward, and outside the bronze mirror was Zhou Feiyin's bedroom. Over the past few months, Bai Qi had seen everything Zhou Feiyin needed to see.

Whether it was intentional or not, Zhou Feiyin had seen Bai Qi all over his body N times, but the left waist was always a blind spot.

"Where's Zhou Feiyin?" Bai Qi asked Hei Qi.

"Qiu Lihai came half an hour ago and said there was a visitor." Hei Qi replied.

Bai Qi nodded in response, and continued to walk forward, only stopping when there was a void obstacle in front of him.

Bai Qi stretched out his hand, circles of black spread out and rippled under his fingers, and soon, Bai Qi's body atomized, and when he recondensed into a solid body, he was already outside the bronze mirror.

"..." Hei Qi was dumbfounded.

With his feet on the ground, Bai Qi took photos back and forth in front of the mirror, "Come out, these months of cultivation are finally not in vain."

"You..." Hei Qi was surprised, wasn't he "wasting his time" these few months but practicing?

"It's sad if you're not smart or hardworking." Bai Qi sighed.

Hei Qi "..." was obviously very angry but had no words to refute.

In the main hall of the Zhou residence, Zhou Feiyin was sitting in a wheelchair, and a middle-aged man was sitting on the chair below, staring anxiously at Zhou Feiyin waiting for a reply.

As soon as a cup of tea was brought to his mouth, Zhou Feiyin suddenly stopped his movements, and then suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of his master bedroom.

The middle-aged man froze in fright, Qiu Lihai thought Zhou Feiyin had something to say, and immediately looked over.

Zhou Feiyin turned his eyes back, but he couldn't help but drive the wheelchair out after drinking half of a cup of tea, "You don't need to follow."

Qiu Lihai stopped when he heard the words, and the middle-aged man got up and asked helplessly, "Did I say the wrong thing?"

"No." Qiu Lihai said.

"Then our business..."

"Go back and wait for the letter. I'll ask for you after my husband finishes his work." Qiu Lihai saw off the guest.

Bai Qi looked around in the master bedroom. Even if he didn't look at the person, he could tell that the owner here was a dull and boring adult man just by looking at the bedroom decoration.

Bai Qi sat on tiptoe on Zhou Feiyin's desk, tossing an orange in his hand while picking on the furnishings of the bedroom, as if he was in his own territory.

"It's still comfortable." Bai Qi kicked his legs and put his feet on the chair.

Gu Hua's appearance is inherently handsome, with a bookish spirit, dressed in plain Confucian clothes, even if he lowers his face, there is an indelible gentleness in his brows and eyes, it can be said that a gentleman is as gentle and refined as jade.

But now Bai Qi has taken over his soul body, sitting on the table with his Confucian uniform half open, barefoot and uninhibited.

"Host, Zhou Feiyin is back." Hei Qi reminded.

Bai Qi glanced at the door, picked up the pen on the table, and drew a paralyzed face on the orange, followed by his body disappearing back into the bronze mirror.

Zhou Feiyin pushed the door open and entered the room, and the oranges that fell on the ground rolled to his feet and spun leisurely before stopping.

Zhou Feiyin stared at the orange in front of his feet and remained silent for a long time. After a long time, he bent down to pick up the orange, and fell silent again after seeing the painting on the orange.

"Host, aren't you afraid of scaring him?" In the mirror, Hei Qi asked helplessly.

"I'm so scared to death that you just want to be my company." Bai Qi replied.

When Hei Qi heard the words, he chimed, "What if he invites monks and priests to catch ghosts?"

"How can there be so many ifs?" Bai Qi flicked Hei Qi out like a marble.

Bai Qi sat down cross-legged, staring at Zhou Feiyin with his chin resting on his hands, "A cripple, I can't bear to tease him so hard."

'hehe. 'It is more credible to say that pigs will go to heaven than to say that the host has a conscience.

Zhou Feiyin walked to the table, put down the oranges, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and began to do what he had to do every day—clean the mirror.

"With how often you clean the mirror, no matter how strong the mirror is, you will have to scratch it sooner or later." Bai Qi complained.

"Host, you are a ghost, he can't hear you." Hei Qi kindly reminded.

Bai Qi didn't respond to Hei Qi's reminder, but just stared at Zhou Feiyin outside the mirror with a smile on his face, until he stopped and put his handkerchief away.

The door knocked from outside, and Bai Ruo brought a bowl of sweet jujube porridge, and gestured to Zhou Feiyin to eat it.

Bai Ruo was a mute, Qiu Lihai picked her up and raised her when she was a baby, and she was the only one in the Zhou residence except for Zhou Feiyin and Qiu Lihai.

"I want to eat too." Bai Qi said.

"Host, you are a ghost now." Hei Qi reminded again.

Zhou Feiyin scooped up the porridge and tasted a couple of mouthfuls. He didn't know if it was not to his taste. He put down the spoon and didn't touch it again. Instead, he went back to bed and lay down to take a nap.

When Zhou Feiyin lay down, ripples spread out on the surface of the bronze mirror, and a beautiful hand like a work of art stretched out from the mirror and took away the bowl of porridge.

Black Seven "..."

Since Bai Qi was able to go in and out of the mirror freely, what he can do every day is practice, grab food, and tease Zhou Feiyin.

And Zhou Feiyin's daily life is reading, being robbed of food, and being teased by Bai Qi.

This day, the sun was just right, and Zhou Feiyin was sitting in front of the open window basking in the sun, holding a book in his hand and reading in a moderate voice.

"I don't know what year and month you will come back, I don't know if you will forget me, but you have to remember that there is a person waiting for your return under this pear tree..."

Zhou Feiyin's voice is very nice, and Bai Qi and Hei Qi in the mirror are fascinated by listening to it. Although the story is thunderous, the readers of the story are very appetizing.

"I recorded it." Hei Qi said.

"What are you recording for?" Bai Qi asked.

"I simulated his voice data, and I will use his voice to wake you up in the future." Hei Qi said.

"Good idea." Bai Qi nodded in agreement.

"..." Zhou Feiyin's reading voice stopped abruptly.

Zhou Feiyin in front of the window was silent, the strength of his hands left a crease on the book, the sunlight refracted on him from outside the window could not melt the air-conditioning around him.

Zhou Feiyin wore a dark Tang suit every day, and his personality was as stuffy as a gourd that couldn't open his mouth. He was clearly a human, but the breath around him was colder than a ghost.

Bai Ruo came in with a caramel cake. Zhou Feiyin had never eaten sweets before, but for some reason, he ordered Bai Ruo to make one every day a few weeks ago.

"Take it out." Zhou Feiyin ordered coldly.

Bai Ruo was about to let go of his hands, but although he was at a loss, he obediently took the cake away again.

"Is he angry?" Hei Qi was puzzled.

"Yes." Bai Qi nodded.

"It's inexplicable." Hei Qi said.

"I guess I was hurt by the epic love story in the book." Bai Qi guessed.

"That's really glass-hearted." Hei Qi complained, "It's a pity that piece of cake."

"No hurry, there will be cakes, and they come in various flavors." Bai Qi stared at Zhou Feiyin outside the mirror with a half-smile and said inexplicably.

Zhou Feiyin's legs are not completely paralyzed, he can stand up with the help of his upper body, and Bai Qi doesn't look like his legs are congenitally disabled.

Bai Qi fought with others, beat others, and let others beat them. Zhou Feiyin's legs are not like congenital disabilities, but they are not like paralysis caused by acquired injuries.

There were only Zhou Feiyin, Qiu Lihai and Bai Ruo in the huge Zhou residence. People often came to visit during the time they stayed in the bronze mirror, and their attitudes were very respectful.

Bai Qi felt that Zhou Feiyin's whole body was full of doubts, which gave him an urge to tear all his mysteries away.

At night, Zhou Feiyin lay down on the bed after taking a shower. He wanted to read a book for a while, but he closed it after turning a few pages, as if he had something on his mind.

After turning off the lights, the bedroom suddenly became dark, and the bronze mirror on the bedside table shone faintly under the moonlight outside the window.

"Host, I think Zhou Feiyin is a bit weird." Hei Qi said.

"What's wrong?" Bai Qi asked casually.

Hei Qi racked his brains and thought for a long time, "I can't tell, anyway, be careful."

"Afraid that he will hurt me? He can give it a try." Bai Qi was thoughtful.

"If he is not Qin Wenlan, I will kill him. If he is, then my promise in the previous life will be void."

Zhou Feiyin on the bed was breathing steadily and seemed to be asleep. Bai Qi stared at him for a while and suddenly asked Hei Qi, "Do you know about ghosts pressing the bed?"

"I know..." Hei Qi got stuck at the beginning of the sentence, and Hei Qi glanced back and forth between Bai Qi and Zhou Feiyin, vaguely seeming to have guessed Bai Qi's plan.

"Bai Shangshen, calm down." Hei Qi cautiously dissuaded him.

"I'm very calm. I'm a ghost, and a thousand-year-old ghost." Bai Qi stepped out of the bronze mirror after speaking.

Black Seven "..." The host is too capable to do it, but there is nothing he can do about it.

Bai Qi got out of the bronze mirror, flirted with his long hair hanging over his shoulders pretentiously, and walked windily to the bed.

Zhou Feiyin lay flat on the bed, and even the angles of the quilts tucked on both sides of his body were the same. It would be hard to believe that he didn't have OCD.

Bai Qi bent down and approached his face, his cold fingers traced from his eyes to his lips, and Zhou Feiyin showed no sign of waking up the whole time.

"Tsk, sleeping too deep can easily lead to accidents." Bai Qi's tone was unclear.

Bai Qi withdrew his hand, but suddenly turned over and sat on Zhou Feiyin's body, grabbing his collar roughly with one hand.

Bai Qi's movements were too big, even if Zhou Feiyin didn't want to 'wake up', he had to 'wake up'.

Zhou Feiyin opened his eyes, a pair of bottomless black eyes stared straight at Bai Qi, how could he be sleepy?

Bai Qi grabbed Zhou Feiyin's collar with one hand, and with the other hand, the nails that suddenly became sharp were pressed against his throat.

Zhou Feiyin, who was under the control of others, was so calm that he didn't even see a trace of fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was determined that Bai Qi would not hurt his life.

Bai Qi approached Zhou Feiyin, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "Young Lord, Jie Se!"