Unconsciously, Ding Ling became more and more clingy, like a plaster, and she didn't want to go down when she stuck to her body.

Stretched out his hand and rubbed on the back of this beautiful girl for a while, and with his head in one hand, he slowly got up and put on his clothes and went to take a bath.

When I passed by the living room, I found that Xiao Ai was gone, a quilt was piled up on the sofa like a cicada chrysalis, and the mobile phone, bag, and some things I carried with me were not placed there.

This shows that Xiao Ai is gone and goes to work, after all, this demon king of the mixed world is different from us, and there is still a serious job to consider.

Pushing open the window and looking out, the dark clouds have dispersed, the sky is clear, and the warm sunlight is pouring in through the window, warm. I originally wanted to ask the ghost to go out to bask in the sun together, but when I opened the door, I saw that the ghost was lying at the head of the bed in that very sultry little nightdress, with the big bear between his two pink legs, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

The ghost is different from Ding Ling, she usually gets up quite early, it's rare to see her like this, and I suddenly think it's really interesting, I used to worry about whether there was anything wrong with the ghost's energy, but now look, after a drink, this little girl can sleep honestly all day.

Picked up the quilt hanging on the carpet and covered her, and changed into a simple and light dress by the way, looking at the time, it was almost nine o'clock.

Call Xiaopang and them, and ask about the news from the Tielou Studio, Xiaopang said that a few people had come in the morning, and invited two magic weapons from the town house to go back, and the others, nothing, and asked me if I was going to go today, I thought about it for a while, and said, there is something in the morning, maybe a little later, but as soon as this came out, I heard the unusually obscene laughter of Xiaopang and Da Niu, I know, these two bastards want to be crooked again.

People, that's it, once you see who has a beautiful daughter-in-law, you always feel that human nature is blessed, and it's always indispensable to sing songs every night, before, I also thought so, but this kind of thing happened to me, only to know that the most rare thing is not how the beautiful girl is amorous, but between each other, the mutual trust that never admits but is obvious.

In each other's eyes, in fact, they have already regarded each other as their closest relatives, so Ding Ling will change the image of the cold and glamorous beauty in the past to become a little pervert who can do everything, there is nothing wrong with this, so who didn't say it, the beautiful girl who is like a noble lady outside, like a housewife at home, and like a on the bed is the best in the world.

Go downstairs and turn left, at the entrance of the community, a small shed that seems to be an illegal building, there is a stall of porridge and water steaming, the owner of this house is very familiar with me, I asked for two portions of preserved egg and lean porridge, and took some things such as buns and pies for breakfast, look at the new few small dishes are not bad, and selected some together, when I was loading soy milk, the little girl who bought things looked at me vigorously, her eyes were very complicated, and I was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Touching his face, he was embarrassed for a while, thinking that there was not something like a lipstick print, but he couldn't think about it, Ding Ling rarely used lip gloss, and besides, he had obviously taken a shower before he came out. While I was thinking about it, the owner of the bun shop ran out of the small restaurant opposite, wiped his hands with a white towel, and said to me with a smile: "Here it is!" ”

"Ah, here we are." Nodding to the other person, I said.

"What have you been busy with lately?" With a grin, he said again.

"It's nothing, it's still the same." As I spoke, I took the breakfast in my hand and asked how much it was, but the little girl turned her head to look at the boss, and when the eldest brother saw this, he said to me with a hippie smile: "Send it, send it!" ”

"No, no, it's all a small business, and it's not easy for anyone," I said, pulling out a bill from my wallet and handing it over, but the little girl turned her head to look at their boss and didn't answer.

Seeing this situation, I was stunned for a moment, thinking psychologically, what is going on? I haven't encountered this kind of thing when I'm so old, how can I still give money and don't want it

"This old man, is there something wrong with you?" Turning my head, I asked with a puzzled face, the old brother heard this, wiped his hands again, and waited for a long time, then nodded a little embarrassed, he pulled me aside, and then whispered: "Brother, are you Mr. Yin and Yang?" ”

"It's not." Shaking my head, I said.

"Aren't you a ghost hunter?" Hearing this, the other party was stunned.

"Oh, I do make a living, but it's not necessarily Mr. Yin Yang who catches ghosts. Mr. Yin and Yang is looking at the feng shui of the yin house and presiding over the funeral taboo. I don't know much about Feng Shui, and I don't know anything about the dead when I go out of the list, so how can I say that I am Mr. Yin and Yang?"

"That, that, that, what do you do? Ghost Hunter? I don't know if I understood my words, but the other party smiled and asked me.

"I am a disciple of Maoshan, a disciple of the Taoist sect who is not a monk, there is a shop on the street, I don't look at feng shui and don't tell my fortune, I only take some lists of catching ghosts and subduing demons to save people, and by the way, I pour some magic weapons with spiritual power, what, do you need it?"

"No, no, no, I'm just asking, I'm asking." The other party said, waved his hand and turned around, seeing him like this, I frowned and was puzzled for a while, took out twenty yuan of change and put it on the roadside stall to prepare to go back, just turned around, but was stopped by him again.

"Brother, I want to ask you something."

"To see a house, or to see a doctor?" Leaning slightly sideways, I asked.

"Look at people." The other party said, sighing.

"I'm going back to change my clothes, you wait for me, and in half an hour, I'll come down to look for you." I said, holding up my hand and nodding to him, and then walked back to myself.

In fact, there are many taboos to abide by in our industry, so most of the old-fashioned seniors live in temple-like houses, surrounded by cigarette smoke all day, chanting incessantly, looking at the pretend, non-Buddha and non-Taoist, strange and tight.

As for why this is so, I think, it is inseparable from the derivation of the skills in the door, Maoshan, in the very beginning, is a party, and it is also a small school that gradually differentiates in the Shangqing School, its content, based on the witchcraft of the south and the skills of the "mountain" of the Daomen, after the gradual development, there are many references to the local arts, and gradually create many unique spells, which are self-contained, and because of this art inheritance, Maoshan is the center of the scattered around, so it is known as the Maoshan School.