In the morning light, Murong Cao's hair was tied into a long ponytail, he was wearing loose home clothes, a paper hat on his head, a pink cartoon apron tied around his waist, and a pair of sandals with long rabbit ears on his feet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's rare to stay at home for so long, and Yan Xiuxiu's current form can't do work at all, so she has to support herself and be diligent for a long time.

Not only did he mop the floor so that he could make a human figure shine, and wiped the glass windows so that he didn't get any dust, but he also cleaned up all the places that might hide dirt and dirt, and I also took care of the nests that had not been sorted out for many years, and even turned out a lot of treasures: old newspapers from three years ago, coat buttons that fell off at some point, a single cotton sock that I didn't remember to buy, a number of banknotes of several countries of different denominations, and a hairpin with a missing diamond......

There is also a one-inch blue-background ID photo with a relaxed speech.

Dressed in white, with medium and long hair, and a light and warm smile, it is estimated that it was taken when he graduated from high school, just like when he first saw him, as bright as the moon and as bright as jade.

Seeing things and thinking about people, sorrow is born.

A whimper rolled around Murong Cao's internal organs, and was forcibly suppressed just as he was about to break through his lips and tongue.

She forced herself to look at the figure sitting quietly on the sofa for a while, until she felt that she had forced the thought of "this person is still around" back into her mind, and then pulled out a wry smile and continued to do the work in hand.

She insisted on making a phone call home every day, which was also an act of reassuring herself, even if it was just a voicemail, Yan Xiuxiu never really answered, and she never really spoke to her.

Sometimes, people have to rely on their loneliness and courage to go all the way to the dark.

Half a morning and half an afternoon were enough for Murong Cao to tidy up the room inside and out.

In the end, only Murong Cao's workshop remained.

There is no guest room at home, except for the master bedroom and living room, there are only two studios, the smaller one is the archive room that Murong Cao used to use to organize his thoughts after work, and the larger one is Yan Yuxiu's study, which has a very expensive mahogany desk, which is Murong Cao's most handy birthday gift in several years, and she still remembers the day Yan Xiu received the gift, and her already shining eyes were even more vibrant.

The whole room was bright, but the aura of the small workshop was gloomy, even if the door was closed, you could feel the spread of the unfit cold atmosphere in this autumn tiger was still very powerful.

Murong Cao stood still at the door for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, and after taking a few long breaths, he finally pushed the door in.

The moment she entered the door, her whole person looked different, not the wise and capable in front of Yang Muqing, nor the arrogant and cute in front of Yan Xiu, her body was stiff and tight, her facial features were slightly distorted, and her eyes revealed a fierce determination that made people feel cold.

The door opened and closed, closing the few rays of light that wanted to get in.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and they seemed to be a little thicker than normal curtains, and there was no light to penetrate.

However, the whole room was not dark and there was light.

The temperature in the room was much higher than outside, not the scorching heat of the heatwave, but the heat of natural energy.

In the center of the house is placed a one-person-high three-legged bronze Ding furnace, which is engraved with extremely intricate patterns, if you look closely, you can see that it is the dragon born nine sons and the four divine beasts, there are several red charcoal-like objects in the center of the Ding furnace, there is no flame or sparks, exuding a ghostly blood-colored fluorescence, like the gaze of the abyss demon.

That's all the light in this room.

Next to the bronze stove is a small carved wooden table, on which are placed a bottle of ink, a small red pen, a pile of wool rolls cut into thin strips, a roll of hemp rope, and a pair of scissors, simple and neat, hiding a mysterious and strange smell.

Murong Cao sat down calmly in front of the small wooden tabletop, solemnly pinched a wool roll, spread it almost reverently, and filled the ink in the pen gall, just the faint charcoal light in this room, silently wrote the words, one by one upright small letters, the font color was very red, almost evil, not like authentic red ink, but like fresh blood.

After writing a few lines densely, Murong Cao signed his name, bit his little finger, dripped a drop of thick blood, and fainted into a bewitching plum blossom, and then cut a small piece of hemp rope, carefully rolled up the sheepskin roll, tied a beautiful bow, and finally threw it into the Ding furnace.

The whole sequence of movements is extremely skillful, without any dragging water, and it seems to have been done many times.

Looking closely at the furnace, there have been a lot of such small rolls, some of which are new and some of which are old, and seem to have accumulated for many years. If Bodhi Zi is here, you must be able to see at a glance, this is the legendary Sanwei True Fire Immortal Ding, an heirloom that only generations of Xuanshi families will have, and it is their face, outsiders often want to peep at a glance have to beg grandpa to tell grandma, not to mention borrowing or selling, I don't know how much magic Murong Cao has, how much skill it took to get this thing back.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine pieces of accumulated functions, three flavors of true fire descended from the sky, and it was not extinguished for three days and three nights."

Murong Cao stroked the hollow pattern of the Three Flavors True Fire Immortal Ding and muttered.

"Ask the benefits of the spirit, one is good for people, the other is good for ghosts, accumulate one function, and get double Youtan."

What was written on those parchment scrolls was nothing else, but something that happened in the place of inquiry, to complete one thing, and to increase the merit.

In the past three years, all kinds of hard work in the spiritual center have been turned off here.

Today, there are less than a hundred.

The Extreme Yin Xuanshi has it, and the Three Flavors True Fire is also about to be there, and it seems that it is too old.

There are many versions of the folklore about Tai Sui, and Tai Sui itself also has many forms of existence, but there are finally some commonalities, such as being a living creature but not completely a living creature, such as being like Tang monk meat, you can live forever as long as you eat a bite.

I don't know if the Tai Sui with such a magical effect exists, but this kind of Tai Sui is not what Murong Cao wants to find, the Tai Sui she wants to hunt is an extremely dangerous demon, a king of demons who can devour all demons and raise all demons, and it is a big trouble that even Bodhi Zi has to flee when he hears it.

The red charcoal light in the Three Flavors True Fire Immortal Ding shone on Murong Cao's face, creating an illusion of "red light", showing a little beauty, but also mixed with a little hideous, and between the shaking gods, it actually looked a little different from her.

In this world, there are probably always more ways than problems, as long as there is really Tai Sui, there will definitely be a way to subdue Tai Sui, no matter how much it costs, she is a moth to the fire, willing to eat.