Someone with that nightmarish ability? Perhaps only the Supreme Emperor can see it. Evil Xiaoqi thought stupidly, some people may never have a chance to meet each other in their lifetime.

On the log table, a stack of rice paper and a few wolf hairs were scattered, and the fine sunlight sprinkled on the "Spring Machine Map". Evil Xiaoqi suddenly felt that the young man who sent the painting was quite scheming. Such a person's understanding should not be bad. Evil Xiaoqi patted his head, took out the martial arts book he got by chance on the shelf, and went straight to the backyard.

The orchids in the backyard were blooming, and the sound of the woman talking and laughing came from the wind. Evil Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and deliberately coughed a few times. The frightened maids were terrified, and they were surprised and relieved to see that the person who came was actually evil. They bowed and bowed nervously and left.

Evil Xiaoqi walked along the bluestone road, carefully recalling the words of the maids just now, and couldn't help but feel funny. How could Jiang Yuhuai have a relationship with the eldest daughter of the second uncle, Xie Jing? Although there is no blood relationship, it is also unethical. It's ridiculous.

Turning through the verandah, the chirping of birds and insects is endless. A wooden hut is surrounded by lush vegetation. Jiang Yuhuai's study house is very chic, which shows how much the old lady dotes on him. Evil Xiaoqi sighed, a person with a foreign surname is better than himself everywhere, and he can't help but feel a faint sour feeling in his heart.

Far from being shabby, the interior of the study is richly decorated. The floor is laid with blue-grained wooden boards, the mahogany table is furnished with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there are beautifully framed ink paintings on the wall.

Jiang Yuhuai was lying on the table and splashing ink, not paying the slightest attention to the evil Xiaoqi who crept in. Leng Buding was startled when he heard a loud shout. When I looked up, I saw that Evil Xiaoqi grinned and showed a mouthful of big white teeth, and he leaned back and smiled backwards. Jiang Yuhuai couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw his funny appearance.

Laughing enough, Jiang Yuhuai instructed his subordinates to serve a few plates of snacks and make a pot of tea. The two chatted while eating and drinking.

A curling mist rises from the teacups, and the fragrant smell of tea wafts into the nose. The handwriting in the old book, which was incomplete, was not only obscure, but also faded by dampness. Evil Xiaoqi, who was holding his chin with one arm, looked at Jiang Yuhuai and frowned, and fell into deep thought for a while.

After about a cup of tea, Jiang Yuhuai smiled at Evil Xiaoqi and said, "No wonder I usually look at your eccentric appearance, it turns out that I am studying such books." ”

"Weird?" Evil Xiaoqi shrugged: "I think it's normal." ”

After a quick glance, each page actually meant the same thing. The implication is that even if you look at all the external forms, it is difficult to see the same thing, and if you do not have new expectations, you will be trapped in the same place step by step. Jiang Yuhuai still couldn't change his style of following the good path, and he didn't notice that Evil Xiaoqi's eyelids were drooping and he was about to fall asleep. After taking a sip of tea, he continued: "Not everything is so absolute, the best way to make a person strong is to have a strong heart, a person with a strong motivation in the heart will never be defeated." ”

The evil Xiaoqi who came out of Jiang Yuhuai's study looked even more confused, as if he hadn't yet gotten out of the fog and entered another fog. It's a bit like in a dream, with gray fog in front of you and a thick fog behind you.

It's like a dream that has often been made in countless dark nights, the yellow sand in the sky is covered with blood-colored sun, and there is a faint singing in the wind. Ethereal and long, like a white mist, if there is nothing. The howling wind passed through the ears, as if someone was whispering to themselves. In the vast world, Evil Xiaoqi is like a pious ascetic monk who keeps walking. The road under your feet stretches endlessly, like a frozen yellow wave, with no end in sight. It's just going on and on, not knowing where it came from or where it's going.

"Young Master, where have you been?" At the path in the back garden, Mantou hurried with a pocket in his hand and almost bumped into Evil Xiaoqi. As a senior follower of the young master of the evil mansion, compared to those kitchen maids and old mothers, steamed buns enjoy the privilege of freely entering and leaving the evil mansion, and sometimes they also listen to the dispatch of Hou Jin, the chief housekeeper, to help the kitchen comprador.

"Yo, it's time to go shopping. Evil Xiao Qi was stunned, saw the things in his hand and asked, "What good things did you buy today?"

"Just now, the big housekeeper ordered to buy some fresh jujubes and give them to the old lady. Slowly, he wiped the sweat stains on his face and said, "The old lady has been anemic recently, and the jujube nourishes qi and nourishes blood." ”

Sometimes Evil Xiaoqi feels that steamed buns are not stupid people, on the contrary, they have a bit of wisdom and foolish understanding. It's just hidden. He deliberately took out an ancient book and dangled it in front of the steamed bun a few times. found that this kid's eyes were very different from usual, and the subtle changes that were flashing and eclipsed were all seen by Evil Xiaoqi.

"Steamed buns, I can't see it. Martial arts are also interested? What Ben Shao doesn't understand, you also understand?" Evil Xiaoqi's disdainful eyes glanced at the steamed bun casually, but secretly caught the change in the expression on the embarrassed young man's face.

"Oh, the little ones don't understand the esoteric academic discourse. It's just that when you were shaking the book just now, you suddenly felt that there was a black outline floating around. It looks like a circle, but it doesn't quite look like it. "It is not taboo to speak about the steamed buns that understand the evil young nature, and you can say as much as you know, and there is no need to hide it.

"I don't understand that there is so much nonsense, what outline, what black shadow, it's pure nonsense. Unexpectedly, the evil young man who has always been good-tempered listened to the steamed buns, and turned around in a rage and brushed his sleeves away. Leaving a surprised and frightened look on his face, the steamed bun frowned suspiciously, his lips opened, but he never made a sound.

...

Back in the study, Evil Xiaoqi shook the ancient books vigorously, and was surprised to find that those fly-headed Xiaokai gradually formed a circle of expanding arcs with the speed of speed. Like a galloping army swept the ground. Passing through the grass at once, the deafening roar and the sound of iron hooves made Evil Xiaoqi instinctively cover his ears. When he threw down the book, the cold sweat behind Evil Xiaoqi's back had soaked through his clothes, and a few strands of long hair on his forehead fell out, covering his eyes and face, as well as his complicated emotions.

As Old Man Feng said, not everyone is suitable for enlightenment, and what everyone sees with every pair of eyes is in their hearts after all. Evil Xiaoqi painfully found that as long as there is an illusory realization in his heart, more illusory will appear empty. The mind is like not in the body, and the body is like an empty shell.

"Why, why?" With an angry cry from the depths of his chest, Evil Xiaoqi was like a wounded beast, and a chill ran through his heart.