The embroidered spring knife in his hand ejected away, directly inserted into the shadow behind Niu Chongyang, just when the blade was inserted, Niu Chongyang screamed in pain, and then I looked at the shadow again, and the shadow behind him had disappeared. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Niu Chongyang was taking out the black flute. has already suffered a great injury, and being stabbed in his back by me at this moment is even more injured. The servant hurriedly helped him to the bed, and I sat on the edge of the bed, squinted my eyes, and said quietly: The other one I met may not be you, or it may be yours.

Niu Chongyang didn't seem to have experienced this kind of thing, and he asked me: My lord, why do you stab me in the back, I feel pain all over my body. The heart seemed to be about to crack.

I first sighed, and finally felt that I was telling the truth to Niu Chongyang, because I think he is a master, a real master, not only attained in kung fu, but also able to control himself in terms of mentality, which is called a master.

"Because I don't stab you in the back, but in your soul." I said indifferently.

Niu Chongyang looked at me blankly, as if he wanted to wait for me to explain in detail, I sat on the edge of the bed, and said slowly: Last night, I first met the woman in red in the courtyard, then met the merchant who counted silver in the house, and then met the servant who was hunted down, and then met a palace maid who brought me chicken soup☆ and then came to your room and saw that you were sleeping peacefully.

"What?! I didn't come home all night, who lay in my bed and slept? Niu Chongyang was shocked and felt that this matter was very strange.

I patted Niu Chongyang on the shoulder, signaling him not to get excited, I said: Each of these people I have met does not exist, and each one happens to be seen clearly by me, I didn't know what they were at first, but until now, when I took you to this room, I found out. Those people are spirits. And their master, most likely, is dead.

Niu Chongyang stared at his body and said, "Lord Qianhu, then I'......

I said, "You may not be dead, but something must be wrong with your body, and if you don't believe me, you can raise your hand and take a look."

Niu Chongyang raised his hand and looked at it, his eyes widened suddenly, there was a lantern next to the bed, the lantern cast my shadow on the wall, and Niu Chongyang raised his arm. No matter how much he swayed, there was no shadow of his arm visible on the wall.

"I'm gone?"

"Well, I've met something like you before, don't get excited, it's not a big deal, I can help you." I patted Niu Chongyang on the shoulder and told him to rest well and try not to go out these days.

After all, Niu Chongyang was injured at the same time. It's definitely a good thing for me to hit the black-cloaked master again, so that at least for a few days, I can enjoy the peace.

However, there is another thing that worries me, the rain turns into ice, it must also come, that day on the street, an ice arrow shot at me, and the black ice on the arrow is the poison condensed into ice, this level I have only seen in the rain and ice.

Leaving Niu Chongyang's room, I walked in the Jinyi Wei Palace, it was early in the morning, and the sky was gradually about to brighten. It had been pouring rain all night, and the water level in the palace pool had skyrocketed a lot, and it looked even more beautiful at the moment.

The sky was still a little dark, and I didn't walk fast, and I kept thinking in my heart: these people appeared in my life when I took Niu Chongyang to take out the black flute, and they must be related to the black flute. Could this be the evil spirit sealed in the black flute?

Niu Chongyang once said that an evil spirit was sealed in the black flute, but later nine wisps of black smoke floated out of the nine holes on the black flute, and it seems that there is probably more than one evil spirit.

In order to protect the ingots, that is, the future ancestors, I felt the need to strengthen the protection of him, and immediately I went around to the residence of the ingots, and saw that the ingots were still asleep, so I ordered the subordinates to prepare the four treasures of the study.

After the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were ready, I wrote down all the most quintessential imperial qi in the imperial qi, because the mantra of the imperial qi and the record of cultivation methods are very short, and most of them need to be understood by themselves. I simply wrote out the contents of the entire Imperial Pole Technique, handed it all to the servant, and instructed the servant that when the ingots woke up, they must let him read it from beginning to end.

When I left the courtyard of Yuanbao, I secretly sighed that all this was fate.

Why do I cultivate the Emperor's Qi? Because the ancestor will pass on the Imperial Pole Technique to me in a few hundred years. Then why did the Ancestor cultivate the Emperor's Qi, because after I learned the Emperor's Qi, I went back to hundreds of years ago and passed the Emperor's Qi to the Ancestor when I was young.

This should be what Buddhism calls cause and effect, although I can't figure out who is the most important character in our life history between me and my ancestors, whether he is looking for me first, or I am looking for him first, this is really not easy to verify.

When I returned to my lodgings, I had just pushed open the door and found that there was an inexplicable pile of silver on my desk.

I was a little surprised, and quickly closed the door, I don't know who took advantage of my absence, got a batch of silver to bribe me while I was away, this is really the first time I have seen such a thing.

I closed the door for fear of being caught by others, so I lit a candle in the room, and I just looked at the silver, and I didn't even touch it, because in this era, at this time, I am not short of money.

And when I held the candle to light it, I was surprised to find that this is not silver, this is white gold!

This turned out to be a table full of platinum, obedient, and absolutely generous, but who put it on my desk, why didn't he leave his name and not write a note?

I searched around the Eight Immortals Table and didn't find any clues, anyway, I just couldn't figure out who would give the money.

I thought to myself, if someone gives me money, it should be begging me to do something, or trying to get in touch with me, although I haven't mixed with officialdom, but I am deeply proud of officialdom. So in the past two days, I decided to wait quietly, maybe that person will take the initiative to find me.

After waiting for three days, there was no news, the days passed plainly, quietly, I think it's strange, is this person sick? Running into my room while I was away, leaving behind this large fortune that rivals the richness of the country, and then not saying a word, isn't this sick?

And on the fourth day, I woke up in the morning, opened the door and saw a red oil-paper umbrella outside the door. I thought to myself, this must not have been put here by a servant, right? Servants don't litter.

Picking up the red oil-paper umbrella, I feel a little familiar, but for a while I can't remember where I have seen it, into the house, I opened the umbrella to see, the umbrella handle above, the potholes, take a closer look, the umbrella handle is carved with many dense words, and look up at the umbrella cover, suddenly I was even more surprised speechless.

The canopy is full of brightly colored paintings, which are divided into four parts, a 360-degree circular canopy, cut at a central point, and cut into four at a 90-degree angle, and the four paintings each occupy a 90-degree angle, which is very symmetrical. Honghong Island Cai.

One of them depicts the Four Heavenly Kings, of course, not the Four Heavenly Kings of Hong Kong, but the Four Heavenly Kings of Buddhism.

The second painting depicts a six-eyed black dog, which is completely black, with three rows of eyes on its face, two in a row, a total of six eyes, and it is hideous and terrifying.

The third painting is like a cave, and in the cave there is a person sitting cross-legged in the air, as if a levitating master is meditating.

The fourth painting, which I don't understand, depicts a large roulette wheel, and I don't know what it is, but it's a big roulette wheel.

On the roulette, carved many animal heads, but also written many birthdays, but also written life and death parting, and most importantly, in a small circle in the middle of the wheel, also depicted a beast head, this beast head is very similar to an ancient beast depicted by the ancients.

Year!

As we all know, during the New Year, firecrackers are set off to scare away the monster beast of the New Year, of course, this is just an ancient saying, and the authenticity cannot be investigated.

Putting aside these questions, what I don't understand the most is, who threw this red oil-paper umbrella to my door?