"It's ......"

"Anzhi, don't you really remember the Yin-Yang Book?" Qin Luo motioned to cut off the red line and sat on the edge of the bed with me in his arms.

Mother gave us a complicated look and went out with the wooden sign.

"The Book of Yin and Yang?" I frowned, always thinking that I had heard it somewhere, but I couldn't remember anything.

"Well, do you remember when you once received a delivery? There was not only a ring, but also a book. ”

His voice was gentle, as if it would hurt me if I tried too hard.

"Courier Express ......"

I repeated, trying to bring back my dusty memories, obviously thinking that I should have experienced it, but every time I think about it, not only my head hurts, but my heart also twitches.

"Ann no ......"

Bean-sized drops of sweat ran down my forehead and onto the back of the man's hand. The man's lips were pursed, trembling, and he took me into his arms.

The sun is shining outside the window, but it can't illuminate the depression in my heart, what is the dusty memory?

Why every time I think about it, my heart aches.

After a long time, the sound of heaven finally appeared.

Qin Luo wiped the sweat from my head with a handkerchief, and whispered in my ear: "That's it, don't think about it if you can't think about it, rest for a while, let's go to the doctor." ”

"See a doctor? Don't you look for Su Han? I looked at him in surprise, since I was pregnant, wasn't Su Han in charge of my fetal rearing?

The man's good-looking brows were twisted together, and he said softly: "Gu Anzhi, who is your man......"

"It's you, naturally." I replied without hesitation, and finally made his face a little better, but apparently, he was not very satisfied, and still frowned.

And his arm tightened me tighter and tighter: "Since you know, then don't see the child again until he is born." ”

"But ......"

"Nothing!" Qin Luo rudely interrupted me. "Unless you have him in your heart? Well? ”

I felt furious in my heart when I was stared at, and I only felt extremely bitter.

Why don't these people have a normal one, one time the two people are intimate, and the other time they are like enemies.

But for now, the most important thing is the child in the womb.

After lunch, I changed my clothes and went out with Qin Luo, thinking that Qin Luo would drive me to the big hospital, but I didn't expect him to drive me to the suburbs.

It didn't take long to reach the bottom of Qibao Mountain.

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar place, my heart can no longer be calm.

It was the height of summer, and it was the most poisonous afternoon of the day, and there were hardly people on the mountain roads except for the devout pilgrims.

I looked at him with some confusion, but the man just smiled and carried me on his back.

Qin Luo is 1.86 meters tall, and at this moment, I am lying on his back, and I only feel that the realization has become a lot wider.

He didn't use his mana, but walked slowly along the mountain road, and I lay on his back, and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

Probably such a strange pregnant woman, it's just me.

"Anzhi, we're here."

Qin Luo slowly put me on the ground, handed me the umbrella, and then walked to the front of the temple.

The little novice who was guarding the door was about to leave as soon as he saw that his face had changed drastically, but he was fixed there by a spell from Qin Luo, blinking his eyes in horror, and his eyelashes were trembling.

"Little monk, don't be afraid, I'm here to find someone."

"Shi... Donor, the abbot is not here. The little monk stammered, his little face pale and miserable.

Qin Luoshen's hand lightly tapped on his forehead, and said coldly: "Didn't your master teach you not to speak as a monk?" ”

"I'm not lying, he's really not anymore, if you don't believe it, you can find it yourself."

The little monk said angrily, and he didn't stutter anymore, although his body was still fixed by Qin Luo, his eyes were extremely clear.

"Really?"

Qin Luo stared at his ring scar and didn't speak for a while.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and tore off the charm, and pulled me directly into the main hall.

Before the afternoon class had even begun, there were only two or three monks on duty in the courtyard, whispering to the pilgrims, and the little novice followed us with a wrinkled face, his body tense as if he were facing a great enemy.

"Master Qin, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

The bell rang, and behind the Buddha statue in the center, a person suddenly walked out.

Dressed in a gray robe, carrying a seven-star sword on his back, wearing a feather crown on his head, and a long white beard hanging down on his chest, he is not like a Taoist priest, and he is nondescript to say that he is a monk.

And this person still has a sword on his back in front of the Buddha, and he is obviously not a believer.

"Hmm." Qin Luo nodded, it was a response.

The old man squinted at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched a lotus seal.

Then he leaned into Qin Luo's ear and said, "Can you take a step to speak?" ”

"Okay."

The two did not leave the temple, but asked the novice to find a secluded room, and as soon as they sat down, a little monk brought all kinds of fruits and snacks, and their eyes were in awe, and the things were put down faster than Feidu.

The white-bearded old man didn't think so, and sat cross-legged on the broken ball, his long beard hanging down on the ground, and if he ignored the eagle-like eyes, he was quite immortal.

"Mingren don't say dark words, I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, come out to breathe, and second, it's me watching the stars at night, and I found that there are two more stars near Ziweixing, one small but shiny, one big but very dim, and it disappears from time to time."

Qin Luo replied undeniably and pushed a plate of dim sum in front of me.

"When did Longhu Mountain still study the stars?"

The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, and said loudly: "Although we are poor, we are all elites, okay?" Isn't it normal for Taoist divination to study astrological signs? But you, it's been more than 20 years, so you can't go back to the underworld to do something serious? ”

"Hades?" Qin Luo laughed coldly, his voice becoming colder and colder: "Don't you all say that Su Han is more suitable than me?" Then let him go. I can give him the Hades seal.,But the book of yin and yang.。。。 ”

"What's wrong with the Yin-Yang Book?" Although Lao Dao has tried his best to hide it, I still see the desire in his eyes.

The man hooked the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to point in the void, and a black and white brush fell from the sky and rolled down on the table.

The white-bearded man shook his hands and carefully touched the pen, the feathers of which were a little dull and grayish. '

"No, why is it so light, I don't have any strength!" He grabbed the pen in his hand, but quickly put it down.

glanced at Qin Luo, and touched it again.

"Hehe, you won't know if you try."

Lao Dao looked at him complicatedly, muttered in his mouth, picked up the paintbrush again, and drew in the void.

White and black flickered alternately in the air, condensing into circles of magic, but strangely, those circles disappeared in a matter of seconds, as if they had lost their energy.

Lao Dao's hand trembling with the pen trembled, and he kept drawing there, and later even dipped ordinary ink on the paper, but the result was the same, no matter what he used or where he painted.

None of the patterns will last more than 30 seconds.

"No, no, no!"

When the last piece of rice paper was used up, Lao Dao's strength seemed to be drained at this moment, and he sat on the ground weakly, his hands hanging down at his sides, trembling incessantly.

"Why is the Yin Yang Pen like this?" He was panting, his eyes were red, and his regular hair had fallen out as he was convulsing, and he was very embarrassed, and he was quite mad.

Qin Luo let go of my hand, bent down to pick up the yin-yang pen on the ground, and said word by word: "Because the yin-yang book is gone!" “

"How is that possible? Isn't that thing with the Yin-Yang Pen? ”

A trace of gloom flashed on Qin Luo's cold face, and he said softly: "This king has been sleeping for 20 years since he came here, and he was only awakened this year, do you ask me?" ”

"Then your skills...

Obviously, Lao Dao and Qin Luo were very familiar with each other, so he asked directly.

"It's not enough to be prosperous."

"This 。。。。。。"

He moved his lips, but he didn't say why, and sat on the ground with a blank gaze, as if he was contemplative, and as if he was still in the excitement.

Qin Luo didn't bother him, he was still calmly drinking tea, if it weren't for his eyes that kept circling around my stomach, I would have forgotten what the purpose of our coming here was.

"Hey, it's all fate." I don't know how long it took, Lao Dao stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his body, slowly got up from the ground, and sat opposite Qin Luo again.

Those eagle-like eyes were full of tiredness.

"Tell me, what are you doing with that bald donkey this time, can I help?"

Qin Luo handed my wrist over, and said in a low voice: "This is my lady who has not passed through the door, and the child is broken, but the pulse is not right in the past two days." ”

Lao Dao was stunned for a moment, looked at me in surprise, but didn't continue to ask, and put two fingers on it.

At home, I was suspicious of Qin Luo and his mother's abnormality, and I was checked by others at this moment, for fear of missing his expression.

Sure enough, Lao Dao's face was very wrong, he gave Qin Luo a look, got up and walked out.

I looked at him speechlessly, would this avoidance be too obvious?

I looked at Qin Luo longingly, tugging at the corner of his clothes, but the man gently took my fingers away and kissed my ear gently.

"Anzhi, don't be afraid, I'll come when I go."

After he finished speaking, he took off my shoes and somehow pulled out a book and stuffed it into my arms.

"Good."

Under the scorching sun, two people, one tall and one short, stood side by side, and I could see that the old man's mouth was constantly moving, but I could not hear any sound.

Qin Luo's expression was as flat as ever, and even a little indifferent.

But when I look at him, he smiles back at me.

They didn't say it long, but I lived like a year.

Not to mention reading, even if I am a beautiful man now, I will not be impressed.

"Anzhi, let's go home."

The old man turned his head, glanced at me, and disappeared out of the window, Qin Luo squatted in front of me, and tied my shoelaces seriously.

Everything is so ordinary, but it's weird everywhere.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and Fat White is here to greet everyone! I wish all readers a prosperous Year of the Rooster and all the best!