This meal, the drink with it, really made Idiom Fan a little helpless. He was somewhat clear, but some was not. It is clear that this proprietress must have an extraordinary relationship with the Soul Suppression Daoist Realm. However, what is not very clear is that even if it is clear that she has an extraordinary relationship with the Soul Suppression Daoist realm, is she a Soul Suppression Daoist or another cultivator...... At this point, the idiom Fan can't see it anyway.

Even if he quietly raised his distraction alchemy technique to the strongest five-trick perseverance now, Cheng Yu Fan didn't find the slightest trace.

And at that last moment, Idiom Fan couldn't help but ask the wisp of soul in the depths of his soul. It's just that what surprised Idiom Fan was that Idiom Fan, who wanted to get an answer from that wisp of soul, didn't get the slightest answer.

However, it's not that the wisp of soul doesn't want to tell the idiom Fan, but that the wisp of soul can't tell whether this female boss, the proprietress in a peacock blue printed cheongsam, is a soul suppressing Taoist or another cultivator.

Who is this person with a wisp of soul, it is Zixiao Zhenren. It's not just his idiom Fan's previous life, it's more suitable for this world, an incomparable existence, even if he is no longer "gone" in this world, his reputation and prestige are not something that anyone can replace.

I have to say that this really surprised the idiom Fan, and he was even more stunned. Even this person can't see what kind of identity she is. And before, as the idiom Fan said, related to the topic of "name", "to be known...... It's like being a part of your soul by your opponent...... It is equivalent to being mastered from the experience and future development since birth"...... However, he knew her name, and even the date of her birth.

But subconsciously used the mental calculation taught by the earliest old man Ge, and in the depths of his mind, he silently calculated for it, and actually got an answer that he had never had before, and a hexagram that had never appeared. From this answer, from the answer of this hexagram, there are just four words: not countable!

Good, good, good, good, good one can't be counted.

In that ancient book, Hetuluo Book, it was recorded: There are thousands of hexagrams, thousands of images, uncountable hexagrams, uncountable images, don't touch them.

It didn't take long for the meal and a glass of fragrant wine to end. He had already left the idiom and looked at the letter in his hand. I don't know if it's on or not.

"What, curious?" Zixiao Zhenren looked at Idiom Fan holding the letter, flipping it up and down, and also looked left and right.

"I have never met her, and today is just the first time we have met, and her ......" letter is obviously an invitation letter. And this seemingly ordinary invitation letter is extremely unspecial in the eyes of the idiom Fan and Zixiao Zhenren.

It was also this extremely unusual invitation letter that made the two of them even more sure that he had a lot of connections with the Soul Suppression Daoist Realm, and this connection was quite extraordinary.

After all, on this envelope, there is a faint spiritual power. If this faint spiritual power is well combined, then it is obvious that on the surface of the envelope, the words of the Third Soul Special Department will appear.

The Third Town Soul Special Department!

Yes, the Soul Department of the Three Towns of Earth.

I didn't expect Fan to be so good, because in Tianfu City, it happened to be in the circle of the Third Town Soul Special Department. That's like being in Conghai City, which is the scope of the Second Town Soul Special Department. And the scope of the first town soul special department is in Jinghua City.

Not much to say, idiom Fan is a little unclear, this envelope, the invitation letter inside, what exactly he is invited to do. If it was some inconsequential surprise, he didn't want to waste too much time in it. After all, he had more to do.

This meal, this pot of wine, at the beginning, I ate with relish and drank with gusto. However, when this woman came, the relish had dissipated, and the fluttering desire to fly had long since disappeared.

At this moment, Cheng Yufan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled the turbidity, and walked in this Jinguan City again. Perhaps, in the previous meal, Idiom Fan was not very happy, and once again began to eat casually, watching and eating while walking.

From the very beginning, to now, a full eight years have passed. Glancing at the envelope, he loaded it into his backpack. As for the contents of this envelope, the current idiom Fan doesn't want to think too much, and he doesn't want to interrupt his own casualness.

Even if Fan knows that those eight years, how many eight years will he have in his life. Perhaps, he has been many more than ordinary people for eight years, but he also understands very clearly that each eight years has a different growth, and every eight years has different memories.

The current eight years have come to an end. However, in the next eight years, what kind of growth will there be, and what kind of growth will there be, he doesn't know, he doesn't want to know, let alone speculate. These are too far away for his idiom.

He remembered that his friend, his best friend, once said something like this to him, the world is very big, human nature is very mixed, how can you not meet villains. The red dust is very deep, and the world is flashy, how can there be no worries.

Perhaps, sometimes, if you look a little lighter, you should be at peace with what you encounter when you live. If you look at it a little shallower, there is a blue sky overhead.

Put away everything, put away the boredom in your heart, in such a good place for leisure and play, watch plays, shop, dine, enjoy flowers, whatever you meet, whatever you want.

......

The rain, the drizzle, the shallow and the thin, just fell on Jinguan City, and fell in the entire Tianfu City.

"It's him," she looked at the idiom Fan who had gone away, at the idiom Fan who had gradually disappeared into the crowd, her eyes still hadn't left, and she was still sitting where she had done before. And she is still drinking the pot of wine he drank before, "It was he who made me like the rainy day, the rainy day in the capital of abundance, and even the rainy day here." ”

She still looked at him, she still couldn't take her eyes off it, she was still so affectionate. And this kind of affection is only slowly revealed at the moment when he leaves.

"It seems that he can't remember me anymore," the boss lady, oh no, or maybe it should be the only person in the Fulong Empire who is alive now. And she is also the only one who has been looking for the prince of the Fulong Empire, the King of the Imperial Tomb.

Because, for a long time, she was the princess of the Fulong Empire's Imperial Tomb King-Shen Que Yue. Of course, few people know her real name, and everyone calls her Princess Yuling.