Chu Qianning closed his eyes, recalling the content of the dream, he couldn't remember the details clearly, but he had a vague impression, like hearing Lin Zhihui talking to a little child, about what fairy world, peach, underworld and the like, and most importantly, that little child was floating in the air with a calm expression......

All this made Chu Qianning extremely troubled.

Reason told her it was just a dream. can recall the elevator horror he experienced before, and feel that it is not completely impossible, thinking about it, Chu Qianning also found it difficult to convince himself, believing that all this has nothing to do with Lin Zhihui.

All kinds of pictures flashed over and over in his mind, Chu Qianning's thoughts were confused, could it be that Lin Zhihui was actually a descendant of a certain sect, or an immortal who had been reincarnated in the past calamities, or it was a mountain demon and water monster, and after cultivation was formed, he came to the human world to repay his kindness......

Just when Chu Qianning's thoughts were becoming more and more boundless, the mobile phone on the desktop suddenly vibrated and made a beeping sound. She was able to open her eyes, pick up the phone on the table, and find that it was an update prompt for "Rise of the God Emperor".

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Qianning stretched out her hand and clicked on the page, browsing through today's chapter.

After reading it quickly, she paused for a long time with her mobile phone, then opened the chapters from the previous days and read them again.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Chu Qianning took a screenshot of a certain part of several of the chapters, then reached out and took the pen and paper on the table, and began to copy it quickly.

Just like official writing, business certainly has fixed patterns and routines. It needs foreshadowing, a twist, a climax, and then the plot setting also needs to be detailed and appropriate, highlighting the key points, rather than rambling aimlessly, and Lin Zhihui, as a relatively mature player, of course, also mastered these skills skillfully.

This is also one of the reasons why his anti-routine was able to attract a group of readers from the beginning.

However, in the past few days, Lin Zhihui has been unusual, and suddenly used a lot of pen and ink to describe a hermit who has lived in a mountain village for a long time and teaches children to cultivate.

Chu Qianning carefully analyzed that this plot has no connection with the main line of the story. It doesn't play a role in driving the plot, and there is nothing to watch. This is not at all like a mistake that Lin Zhihui would make.

If it is a foreshadowing of the setting, then it only needs to be briefly explained, and there is no need to go into detail at all, and even the specific content of the exercises is written out one by one.

Chu Qianning put down the pen, stretched out his hand and pulled up the corner of the paper, looked at the three paragraphs and fifteen lines of cultivation mantra in front of him, and read it silently, catchy and rhymed.

Although he blindly trusted Lin Zhihui, it was difficult for Chu Qianning to convince himself that such a simple and atmospheric mantra that seemed to be in line with the way of nature was written by him. Thinking of Lin Zhihui's incredible skills when he first met, the conversation he had with the child, and the picture of the child floating in his living room, Chu Qianning's heart suddenly moved, and his eyes returned to the mantra.

Could it be that this is really a cultivation exercise? Is Lin Zhihui trying to make the exercises public and benefit the world? Almost instantly, Chu Qianning sketched a story in his mind about Lin Zhihui being ordered to go down the mountain to preach immortal art and purify all sentient beings.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, interrupting Chu Qianning's thoughts, she glanced at the cartoon alarm clock on the table, and the lunch break was over.

Soon, colleagues walked in one after another, Chu Qianning casually stuffed the paper into the book, turned on the computer, and made up his mind to try the truth according to the formula when he went home at night.

......

Ye Anrong went on a business trip for a week this time, and learned that the second film had been filmed, and as soon as she got off the plane yesterday, she contacted Lin Zhihui to meet.

After the integration, the Chuangdian website has been on the right track, and Kaida has implemented a series of major initiatives for the transnational joint project, Ye Wenzhi is very busy, and Ye Anrong naturally wants to stay to help, so the meeting place is set at Kaida Group.

10:30 a.m.

Lin Zhihui arrived on time and parked his car in the underground parking lot of the office building.

After announcing your name and waiting at the front desk for a while, Lin Zhihui met Assistant Yao, who received you.

Lin Zhihui has seen several assistants around Ye Anrong, and Assistant Yao in front of him is the most familiar one.

"Mr. Lin. Assistant Yao stepped out of the elevator, walked briskly towards Lin Zhihui, and smiled brightly at him.

Lin Zhihui keenly noticed the slightly surprised look at the front desk, but his expression did not change at all, and he nodded to Assistant Yao quietly.

After a few simple greetings, Lin Zhihui followed Assistant Yao upstairs, and at the moment when the elevator door opened, his movements were slightly half a beat behind, one step behind, and his thoughtful gaze quickly swept over Assistant Yao's body.

The knee-length black professional suit, the hair pulled up at the back of the head, and the heavy black-rimmed glasses, I couldn't see any difference from usual. Lin Zhihui paid attention to Assistant Yao's hand, and did not see any ornaments such as rings that might make her feel good.

Bringing Lin Zhihui into Ye Anrong's office, Assistant Yao quickly returned with a tray: "Mr. Ye's meeting is still ten minutes over, she asks you to wait here for a while." ”

As she spoke, she held the tray with her right hand, and put the cup containing coffee on the coffee table in front of Lin Zhihui with her left hand.

Lin Zhihui blushed slightly, and nodded slightly at Assistant Yao.

Assistant Yao retreated, and Lin Zhihui looked at the door that was gently closed, and a touch of deep thought appeared in his eyes.

Normally, people are accustomed to having a tray in their left hand and a cup in their right hand, and he can be sure that Assistant Yao is not left-handed.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Zhihui stood up and walked back and forth in the huge office, his eyes sweeping every place inch by inch.

Ye Anrong's office is nothing special, desks, bookshelves, sofas, all necessary facilities, and a small lounge next to it, but there are no personal items such as small decorations or knick-knacks that match her style.

Lin Zhihui looked inside and out, but didn't find anything extra in the room, his eyes swept over the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that occupied the entire wall, and Lin Zhihui walked over.

As he passed the desk, he paused and reached for the pink box that had been pressed against the folder, revealing only one corner.

It was a square paper box with a shallow bottom, and the transparent wrapping paper was opened, and inside were placed five round candles of different colors, and there was an empty space.

Lin Zhihui knew that this should be a kind of scented candle, which was very popular among little girls, but it was not like Ye Anrong's taste, his eyes moved on the desk, and soon he saw a burning dark purple candle on the mobile filing cabinet next to him.