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Hurt the yang energy.

It's been three days.

In the past three days, the atmosphere in Yizhuang has been very strange.

To be precise, it is the weirdness of the relationship between the four masters and apprentices.

A quarter past noon.

Luo Zi sat quietly in a wooden wheelchair, with a thin brocade quilt on his lap that had been smashed in the cabinet for a long time, holding a copy of "Mountain Monster Chronicles" in his hand, reading in the hot sunlight in the courtyard.

On the side, Qiusheng stood in front of a small rectangular table, holding a cinnabar pen and practicing drawing simple exorcism charms, and he didn't care about wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead.

At first, Luo Zi was still interested in reading twice, and then turned his head bored and continued to read his book.

Qiusheng, who is only a little more than twelve years old, is not as strong as Uncle Jiu's wrist strength, and he is not as decisive as Uncle Jiu's pen, and even the comparison sometimes makes mistakes.

Fortunately, Qiusheng didn't use the spirit cinnabar mixed with the blood of a black dog, otherwise, I really don't know if this messy spell would have a strange effect on him.

Luo Zi shook his head, turned the last page of "Mountain Monster Chronicles", finished reading it, put it in a book compartment on the side of the wheelchair, and then took out another copy of "Old Sea Biography" from it.

Rubbing the yellowed and somewhat torn Zhiwei books, Luo Zi rarely flashed a trace of slackness in his heart.

It was a very comfortable day.

Qiusheng finally wrote down an exorcism talisman that met the standards set by his master, exhaled, and raised his left hand to wipe a handful of sweat.

Finally, I can have a material delivery!

With pride in his heart, he raised his head and was about to share (show off) his joy with his junior brother, when he saw Luo Zi's eyes reading seriously.

The mouth opened halfway, but in the end, it didn't interrupt Luo Zi's quiet reading.

Pouting, Qiusheng snorted, turned his head, I don't know why Ah Zi likes to read so much, the yellowed books that the master brought down from Maoshan are several boxes, and the junior and younger brothers are almost finished.

He didn't like to read books that looked like little bugs crawling through them.

Compared to this, the comparison on the spell is even more cute!

Qiusheng lowered his head and drank his saliva, continued to dip the cinnabar polished on the cinnabar inkstone, and danced like a painting.

"Goo~" But without a few strokes, Qiusheng's stomach suddenly rang.

Qiusheng, who thinks that he is a senior brother and should have a majesty in front of his junior brother, instantly climbed into a touch of blush on his little face.

Qiusheng immediately covered his stomach and smiled at Luo Zi, who was just attracted by the sound and looked at him: "Hehe...... Azi, are you hungry? ”

Luo Zi looked at Qiusheng, who was half a head taller than him and still blushing, with a little speechless eyes, afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he lowered his head and turned a page of the book, as if he didn't hear the "coo" sound, and nodded "um".

Qiusheng immediately ran towards the kitchen in the back room.

Luo Zi glanced at Qiusheng's running back, a little worried, Qiusheng is not like a literary talent, on the road of cooking, he is even more unbearable than himself who can only beat eggs, I'm afraid today's lunch ......

After thinking about it seriously, Luo Zi decided that he would still ask the restaurant to pack a lotus leaf chicken and some rice.

You can't let your stomach hurt!

Thinking about it, Luo Zi put down his hand and pushed and pulled the wooden handle of the left handle of the wheelchair, revealing four hollow spaces inside, and a paper crane was parked in each space.

Pushing the wheelchair forward, picking up the cinnabar brush that Qiusheng used to practice talismans before, gathering aura on the pen shaft, and then holding the brush quickly turned, the tip of the pen immediately bloomed in the shape of a flower, and picked out the nib hair of the spirit from the innermost, pinched the tip of the pen with two fingers, and put the brush that had lost its attachment to the aura back on the table, and pulled it out in the hair with the tip of the pen that was as hard as a needle, and the tip of the pen that reappeared in the sun was already black.

Pinch the tip of the pen and write on the paper crane.

Luck flies.

Looking at the crooked figure of the paper crane, Luo Zi glanced at the young Qiusheng who was washing vegetables by the stove outside the kitchen, hesitated for a while, and still didn't speak.

…… Let's wait for the food to come up......

In the forest.

Uncle Nine was wearing short clothes and carrying a bamboo basket on his back on the way home.

Behind is followed by a little young man who also carries a small bamboo basket behind his back.

Both the master and apprentice looked a little haggard.

But there was a happy smile in his eyes.

Three days ago, in order to gather the medicinal materials to treat Ah Zi's legs, Uncle Nine had to embark on the journey to Stygian Moon City again after nearly three years.

It's been almost three years, and because of the rise of Stygian City, the demons and monsters in this area are much more peaceful than before.

It only took two days for Uncle Nine to arrive in Stygian Moon City, and he was already on his way home.

Uncle Nine was very happy.

Because in his opinion, Ah Zi's leg, which is a stubborn disease, has recurred now, and naturally the sooner it is treated, the better.

"Master, I'm so tired......"

Since eating dry food in the morning, they have been walking for most of the day, and now the sun is shining, the sun is scorching, although there are towering trees to shade them, but the steaming air still makes Wen Cai, who is still half a child, feel uncomfortable, there are really signs of heat stroke, Wen Cai can't help but say coquettishly.

Hearing Wen Cai's words, Uncle Jiu paused when he covered his head and only cared about the momentum of the journey, and the master suddenly realized that he was not alone in the road now, and he still had a little disciple to take care of.

Those who practice the Tao always subconsciously set a time limit of seven days at many times.

Uncle Nine is naturally no exception,

Uncle Nine thought about it, it was only three days now, if there was no accident, it would only be four days when he arrived at Ah Zi's side, and there was actually plenty of time.

Thinking about it this way, Uncle Jiu's tense nerves relaxed a lot, he glanced at his apprentice Wencai, although this thing is a little dull, but it does have a simple and kind heart, Uncle Jiu's eyes are a little guilty, there has always been a thing to say, right and wrong, the clear Uncle Nine rarely said gently: "Find a place to rest for a while, Wencai." The time is still loose, so we won't be in a hurry at night. ”

Wen Cai listened to the master's gentle voice and shuddered inexplicably.

The master talked to him so gently, he was so unaccustomed to it......

…………

The richest man in Renjia Town, Ren made a fortune.

The gorgeous and fashionable western-style building is also equipped with a garden that covers a large area.

It's summer, flowers are in full bloom, and butterflies are walking through.

Peering up the big tree in the courtyard into the white-lacquered wooden window, there was a bedroom with a large make-up mirror table.

A little girl like pink carved jade, wearing the most popular pink puffy skirt in the big city nowadays, with faint eyebrows painted on her delicate little face, and some small powder to cover the child's small freckles, of course, these will disappear when they grow up, but even when they are young, the posture of the city has already taken shape.

But her bright smile in the past is now full of tears.

Lying on the edge of a bed.

The large wrought-iron bed with a foreign style was covered with a soft quilt of duck down and a velvet pillow.

and a pale, mournful, withered, but still beautiful thirty-year-old woman.

The woman touched the girl's soft hair with her hand with pity, and her eyes were full of reluctance and regret.

The child follows her and likes makeup, which was a whim at first, but she has been teaching for four years before she finds out that her daughter really likes makeup.

I finally found out, but now I am ......

The doctor said.

She was well recuperated.

There is still a week to go.

But her own body, she naturally knows, and if she tries hard, she is afraid that she will not be able to survive tomorrow's moonlight.

Thinking about it, the woman's eyes were blurred again.

I've only woken up for half an hour today, and I can't hold it anymore.

The woman's eyes were open, but it was dark.

A long tear crossed his face. (To be continued.) )