Chapter Seventy-Three: The Mark of Yuan Xiu

Regarding the second message, only Qinyu saw it, and I don't know if the other party has a deep meaning, or if he picked a random person. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 Together, they were asked to go to the hotel and then to Shangri-La. This strong feeling of being led away by others In addition to them, Ouyang Zheng was also feeling it at the moment.

After evading the service, Ouyang Zheng always stayed on the Sifang Street, and as soon as the Gu worms released to track the Qinyu Nabo people approached the center of the Sifang Street, they began to scurry around like headless flies, losing their sense of direction. And the man's trace disappeared without a trace, clearly saying that what he had tracked before was only deliberately left by the other party.

Looking at the entire Yin and Yang Realm, there were really few people who could do this, and he put most of his doubts in the direction of Yunxiao Pavilion. Could it be that they had shown goodwill to Wan Gumen before, and even met with Ouyang Mingyue in private, it was all a ploy?

Ouyang took a sip of the cocktail, and the sour taste was not as good as one-ten-thousandth of that of the Lost Dream Fairy. Thinking of the Dream Fairy, he had to think of someone, recently she drilled into his brain more and more frequently, different from before, in addition to murderous intentions, he also hated her a little more. It's just that there is no way to do it because of the enchantment on his body.

He put down a hundred-yuan red bill and gave up the plan to continue squatting on Sifang Street, since the other party is strong and has the intention to make trouble, no matter how much he struggles, I am afraid it will be useless, so he simply goes back to recuperate and get out of that person's sphere of influence.

No matter how powerful he is, he won't cover the sky with one hand.

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On the way back to the hotel, the group had their own thoughts, and everyone saw the situation they were most afraid of facing in that illusion. And many of the people around me are the protagonists of the story, so the atmosphere is full of awkwardness. Relatively speaking, Zhu Xuanxi was the least influential, he followed behind Xuan Ming, and he was very curious about what happened in his illusion, but it was difficult to ask because of the large number of people.

"What did the man tell us to do here? Is there a different clue? Entering the hall, Kotoku asked.

The insider Qin Yu also looked puzzled, "This person ......" she frowned and pondered, "It's very elusive." ā€

"Even Aunt Yu, you think so, next...... What to do? ā€

Qin Yu closed her eyes slightly, made a cursory probe, and then spoke: "Put these questions aside first, and you will naturally know when you see that person." There is indeed an onmyoji in this hotel, and it is in the ......," she glanced at Xuan Ming, "in the owner's house. ā€

Zhu Xuanxi sighed in his heart, it seemed that he had no chance to ask Xuanming about it. When everyone was about to walk to the door, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be something in the room that had not been cleaned up, and after taking two quick steps, a green vine tentacle stretched out from the palm of his right hand and quickly got into it through the crack in the door.

All this was seen by Xuan Ming, he leaned over to him and whispered, "It's too late to make amends." ā€

What do you mean......

Zhu Xuanxi looked forward, and the vines were grabbed by Qinyu in his hands.

"What do you want to do?"

When he landed, everyone immediately looked at him in unison, all wanting to ask for an explanation.

"Uncle, you won't ......"

Is it the internal response of treating him as a mysterious person?

He hurriedly stepped back and waved his hand, "Well, I think the room is too messy and want to clean it up." ā€

"Hey, you don't know that the hotel has a cleaning staff who will take care of this every day." Zhuo Zichen hugged him and smiled.

"A big hotel is a small hotel." Zhu Xuanxi pointed to the surrounding furnishings, "Not necessarily. ā€

"Yo, when do you still care about your image."

"I'm ......" he was about to retort, but Kotoyu interrupted the conversation between the two, "Okay, let's go in first, I didn't succeed anyway." Then, he shook off the withered vines in his hands, "There are other onmyoji on the scene who intervene, which will affect my judgment." ā€

Okay, is this a warning or a lesson?

Zhu Xuanxi is not a master who is bullied, and he plans to fight with Qinyu when he raises his hand......

"The big picture counts." He felt a tingle in his ears, and the other party's voice drifted into his ears.

He thought indignantly: It's not all because of you!

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After entering the room, Qinyu and Zhu Xuanxi found that they were both thinking too much.

The room left no traces of usability, and that little bit of aura disappeared with their arrival.

And Zhu Xuanxi's room, which he originally thought was dirty, was spotless at the moment, and none of the "evidence" left after yesterday's clouds and rain had appeared.

Could it be him?

He glanced at Xuan Ming, and the other party bowed his head slightly, as if to say, "Don't thank me." ā€

He glared at him, a silent protest.

"It seems that the hotel service is okay." Zhuo Zichen wiped the table and wiped it clean.

Qinyu coughed lightly, "Okay, let's take out our own skills to find out, I'm afraid the clues won't be so easy for us to find." ā€

She was born with an ability to convince people unconditionally, no, in a word, even Xuan Ming did it.

……

Half an hour later.

With a keen sense of smell, Toqin found the mark of the mysterious man in a corner where the ceiling and the wall of the room met.

Zhuo Zichen used the Xuantie fan to bring down the wall skin with a shovel, and landed firmly in the palm of his hand, "What does this mark mean?" ā€

Others swarmed up. That sigil was neither a totem unique to each faction, nor did it look like a spell mark or a formation diagram, and Kotoyu didn't remember seeing it in any of the materials of the Gathering Spirit Garden.

"I think I've seen this." After a while, Zhu Xuanxi spoke.

"Really? Uncle Zhu? "It's hard to hide the joy of the piano music.

Zhu Xuanxi nodded deeply, and then said, "That's right, it should be the mark created by Yuan Xiu and Xuan Yue when they combined the power of the soul and water element. I saw the two of them drive by, what is the specific function......" he pinched his chin, "It should be able to control all the soul power and elements within a certain range according to their minds, a very powerful combination technique, I was ...... back then"

He suddenly realized that he had said too much, and his words changed, "Anyway, it's related to Yuan Xiu, well, that's right." ā€

It was so quiet that only his own breathing could be heard.

"But......" Qin Le picked up the piece of wall skin, "Uncle Zhu, how did you know Uncle Yuan Xiu......"

"Ha, that, it's a long story, I'll tell you when I have a chance later."

"How old were you then?" Kotoyu's inquiry was filled with caution and suspicion.

Zhu Xuanxi rolled his eyes, "Be a teenager." ā€

"So, he still has a friendship with you, a teenage five-yuan fangman?"

"What? You don't believe it? He raised his eyebrows at her, he was actually nervous to death, the less people knew about his immortality, the better. In the afterglow, a trace of worry seemed to flash on Xuan Ming's face.

"I heard that Yuan Xiu had been persuading all factions to coexist peacefully, but it was not impossible." At a critical time, Zhuo Zichen came out to help him, which Zhu Xuanxi didn't expect, when did they have such a degree of trust between them?

Maybe it's Aiwu and Wu, Qinyu listened to this explanation and dispelled her suspicions about Zhu Xuanxi, at least on the surface. (To be continued.) )