In the wings.

The lights flickered, and there was silence.

As soon as Bai Ling ran in, he said with a surprised face: "Hey, Chanchan, why did you come down?" Wasn't he still in bed just now? ”

Luo Qingzhou followed to the door and looked inside.

The cold girl was wearing a long pale green dress, with her arms folded on her chest and a sword in her arms, standing motionless in front of the window.

The windows were open, and the cold wind was howling.

The girl's long hair was slightly messy, and her pretty face was cold, as if she was looking at the falling snow outside the window and pondering.

Bai Ling hurriedly went over and closed the window, took her little hand and said, "Fool, my stomach hurts, why is it still blowing cold wind?" Go back to bed and lie down. Hey, how did you put on your clothes so quickly? Didn't you just sleep naked without clothes? I'm going to let my uncle in...... Well, my uncle has come to see you. ”

Xia Chan glared at her.

Bai Ling hurriedly turned his head to look at the door and said, "Uncle, I didn't lie to you, Chanchan really likes to sleep naked." I don't believe my aunt came to see, Chanchan hasn't even had time to put on the dirty clothes, and the inside is empty......"

"Humph!"

Xia Chan snorted coldly, turned her head, and looked at the door, her pretty face cold.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to go in, nor did he dare to look more, he bowed his head at the door and said, "Miss Xia Chan, the eldest lady asked me to come and see you." If you're not feeling well, it's best to lie in bed...... Drink plenty of hot water. ”

Bai Ling "poofed" and smiled: "Uncle, can't you say something else?" ”

Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "Rest more." ”

Bai Ling suddenly couldn't help but "giggle", laughed for a while, and winked at the girl next to him and said, "Chanchan, my uncle is not like this in front of me, he can speak, and he always tells jokes to make me happy." ”

Luo Qingzhou didn't bother to pay attention to her anymore, and arched his hand: "Since Miss Xia Chan is fine, then I will leave, you have a good rest." ”

After saying that, he withdrew and helped them close the door by the way.

Let's hurry back and cultivate the Divine Soul.

Not long after he left, in the room, Xia Chan frowned, covered her stomach, and a touch of pain flowed between her eyebrows.

Bai Ling hurriedly helped her to lie on the bed, helped her cover the quilt, and couldn't help but say, "Stupid girl, if you continue to pretend like this, you will regret it." ”

Xia Chan lay in the quilt, did not speak, only showed a somewhat pale face, her dark eyes looked at the curtain above, and her sword was still tightly held in her hand.

Bai Ling sat down on the edge of the bed, put his hand into her quilt, gently rubbed her stomach and said, "Or, I'll call my uncle back and help you rub your belly?" ”

Xia Chan still looked at it in a daze and didn't speak.

Bai Ling couldn't help but sigh: "The little beggar's temperament, are they all so stubborn? When I first met you, you were inferior to both East and West, and you couldn't even beg for food or go to the garbage heap to dig food. Maybe not, maybe you would rather starve to death than be humiliated, or maybe you wanted to die at that time...... I remember you were only twelve years old, right? ”

"So let you go and see how your uncle is in advance, when you see that pair of little beggars, you will empathize with it, right?"

"That's why you see that your uncle goes to give them steamed buns every day, chats with them, and looks so handsome, you will ......"

Xia Chan suddenly looked at her and said coldly, "You are really verbose." ”

Bai Ling's eyes lit up, and he laughed: "Chanchan, you finally don't say a word?" ”

Then he frowned again, and said suspiciously: "It's really strange tonight, Miss suddenly spoke, and you suddenly said three words for the first time, no, it seems to be five words...... You, really, hey, hey...... Hey, it seems like it's still three words......"

Xia Chan ignored her anymore and continued to look at her in a daze.

Bai Ling took out his hand from the quilt and counted it carefully with his fingers: "One, two, three, five......"

After a while, he suddenly sighed: "Chanchan, it's still your vision...... I regret it...... Is it in time? ”

Xia Chan turned directly to the side and turned her back to her.

"Hey......"

Bai Ling glanced at her, sighed again, stretched out his slender jade finger, touched his lips and said, "It's really annoying, my uncle always likes the small mouth of his relatives and likes to hug other people's small waists, how to stop him?" It's so annoying......"

Luo Qingzhou returns to the house, and after admonishing Fluttershy, she closes the door and is out of her body.

After practicing the Thunder Fist in the room for an hour, Fang floated out of the window.

Although it was very dangerous outside, and he almost hung up when he went out twice in a row, if he wanted to make his spirit strong, he had to continue to go out and be tested and tempered by the night.

I've been hiding in the house, and I can only stay in this night tour forever.

Last night, I heard that powerful spirit mention immortality.

To be honest, he had never thought of something so distant and ethereal before, but now, there was a little hope.

Maybe it's really like the book.

When the divine soul is cultivated to a certain level, it can be immortal and immortal.

At that time, nature was a different world.

Whether it's a mortal, or a cultivator, whether it's a peddler or a pawn, or a high king, who doesn't have a dream of immortality?

Luo Qingzhou floated in the air, his whole body was wrapped in fluorescence, and he cautiously floated towards the Mandarin Duck Tower.

It suddenly occurred to him that with this mask on his face, the Divine Soul wore a fluorescent shield that could emit warmth to protect the Divine Soul.

What if you wear it in the flesh?

He decided to try it tomorrow during the day to see if the flesh would have other effects if he wore this magical mask.

Be safe all the way.

When he flew to a hundred meters away from the Mandarin Duck Tower, he stopped, did not dare to approach again, and looked at the top of the attic.

On the cornices last night, the figure with the moon-white light all over his body was still standing there, his clothes fluttering, as if he had never left since last night.

And the red bead embedded in the top of the attic was silent, and there was nothing unusual to see.

Luo Qingzhou slowly approached, and arched his hand: "Senior......"

A handkerchief floated out of the moonlight and landed on the red orb, completely enclosing it.

Luo Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, quickly floated over, stood behind the moon-white figure, and said respectfully: "Thank you seniors, seniors have been here for a long time." ”

The moon-white figure looked quietly into the distance and did not reply.

Luo Qingzhou stood for a while, and when he didn't know whether to continue to speak or tell the story directly, the Yuebai figure finally spoke: "The story last night, there should be more in front of it, right?" Did you miss something? ”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face: "How did the seniors know that there was still one in front?" ”

He talked about "Journey to the West" last night, and it was indeed simplified a lot, just to tell the main story, and he didn't think of telling it word by word, but he didn't expect this first time he heard it, and he knew that there was still one in front of him.

Yuebai's figure was silent for a while, and said in an ethereal voice: "I thought about it many times last night, and I always felt that there was something missing in the front, it should be the background." ”

Luo Qingzhou had to admire: "It's true that there is still a background that hasn't been talked about, but I just feel that the front is a bit cumbersome, so I simplified it." ”

The moon-white figure turned his face slightly, as if he was looking at him: "Cumbersome? ”

After a pause, he said, "Again, not a word is missed." ”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned, feeling that her tone seemed to suddenly become a little solemn, and she was puzzled, but she didn't think much about it, and immediately said respectfully: "Yes." ”

The poem says: Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and no one sees it. Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has opened up from Ziqing to distinguish turbidity. Covering the masses of beings to look up to benevolence, inventing all things to be good. If you want to know the Yuan Gong of the Creation Society, you must see the Journey to the West......"

As soon as the poem was read, the moon-white figure looking at the darkness in the distance suddenly moved, withdrew his gaze, and held his breath to concentrate.

"The number of heaven and earth is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years. The one yuan is divided into twelve branches, and the twelve branches of Naizi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai are also ......"

As soon as Luo Qingzhou finished speaking these few sentences, the moon-white figure suddenly spoke: "Stop, say it again, and start over." ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her strangely, didn't dare to say more, and continued to start over.

An hour later.

Yuebai's figure looked solemn, and once again spoke in an ethereal voice: "Watching chess is rotten, logging Dingding, Yunbian Gukou Xu Xing, selling salary and wine, laughing and self-indulgent." The autumn is high, the pine roots of the moon pillow, a sense of dawn...... Can you start all over again? Great work. ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her again, but he had to be patient again, and started talking again, secretly wondering in his heart: Does she think this story is good, do you want to write it down? But with her current strength, she should be able to memorize it after listening to it once, right? Could it be that there is something else in these words that she can't remember?

That book said that there are secret methods in the world, which can only be passed on orally, not in writing.

Some secret methods contain a certain mysterious power, which can only be passed on orally while pondering and cultivating, and cannot be remembered in the mind......

Probably not.

It's just a mythical fantasy story.

Another hour later.

It's approaching the wee hours of the

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to stay any longer, so he had to apologize and say, "Senior, it's not too early, it's time to go back." ”

As if he hadn't heard his words, the moon-white figure frowned slightly, muttered in a low voice, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

Luo Qingzhou had to say respectfully again.

Only then did Yuebai's figure come back to his senses, turned his head to look at him, was silent for a moment, and muttered: "It's your lady again, is she waiting for you at home?" ”

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

The Yuebai figure looked at him for a moment and nodded slightly: "Go, come early tomorrow night." ”

"Yes, Senpai."

Luo Qingzhou's heart moved, turned around and floated, and left quickly.

Coming early tomorrow night?

It seems that the senior is very interested in his story.

In that case, he may still have a chance to get some guidance.

A casual word of guidance from a strong man with a divine soul is probably much more effective than his own reading and blind practice.

The Yuebai figure looked at his figure that gradually disappeared into the night, and stood on the eaves for a long time, and the square figure flashed and disappeared.

Meanwhile.

In a dilapidated mansion not far from Chengguo Mansion.

In a room somewhere in the backyard.

The candles are scarlet, and the cigarettes are curling.

An old woman wearing a round hat and a flower dress is sitting cross-legged in front of a row of candles, staring at her.

A middle-aged man stood in the shadows behind her, holding his breath.

Soon, the candle flame in the room flickered suddenly.

Immediately, two black shadows, which were difficult to see with the naked eye, suddenly floated up from the ground, passed through the window, floated out, and soon disappeared into the wind and snow outside.

"Steward Wang, don't worry, tonight is the death of that kid!"