As soon as the front foot entered the bamboo hall, the young man at the counter stopped Mo Ling, saying that earlier, someone had sent a box of things, and he wanted to hand it over to Mo Ling by name. Moling took the box from the boy's hand and found it heavier than expected.

"This box is so delicately made and so tightly sealed, what kind of treasure is inside?" the boy asked curiously.

"Didn't the person who sent it say?" asked Mo Ling rhetorically.

"No," the boy shook his head, "he only said that you must open it yourself, and that you know how to open it." ”

"It looks like something from an old friend. Mo Ling patted the box and said, "If you don't mind, I plan to go back to the room and open the box again, I'm afraid the contents are a little ......" Mo Ling didn't finish his words, the young man understood, Mo Ling smiled, and went upstairs with the box.

After returning to the room, Mo Ling placed the box on the table, then quickly closed the door and window, took out a piece of rune paper from his bosom, twisted his fingers and recited a spell, tearing the rune paper into eight pieces, and throwing them to the eight corners of the room. As soon as the piece of rune paper sank into the wall, it immediately glowed with a pale yellow light, and the light flashed and disappeared quickly. Only then did Mo Ling return to the table, took out the fire fold and lit it, found a knuckle-sized depression on the surface of the box, and inserted the sparkling fold into it. Soon, the box reacted, and I saw a dark red spark starting from the depression and burning along the pattern of the box, but after a while, the entire pattern of the box was dyed dark red, which was very beautiful. Then a "click" came from the box, and the color of the pattern quickly faded, and after a while, it returned to its original state. Magic Ling gently lifted the lid again, and a rich fragrance rushed from the box.

"It's so fragrant, it's scary......"

Mo Ling looked at the box full of paper bags lying neatly in the box, and was so shocked that she didn't close her mouth for a long time. After taking them out one by one and counting them, Mo Ling found that there were nearly a hundred kinds of Thousand Days of Drunkenness. Looking at so many paper bags, Mo Ling felt that things had suddenly become extremely complicated, because next, Mo Ling had to find the one that was closest to the paper bag that Nandou Xing gave to Qingzhou.

Mo Ling sat down in her chair, closing her eyes and remembering the smell she had smelled when she took the paper packet. Then he pulled one out of the mountain of paper bags, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it—"Not this one." With that, Moling placed it on the table.

In this way, the feather kept repeating the same action until he sniffed all the paper packets and found that there were still three paper packets left in the box. Mo Ling picked up the three paper packets, sniffed them carefully, and still couldn't tell which one was more similar, so he took out the incense burner that had been prepared, untied one of the packets without hesitation, poured half of it into the incense burner, lit it and closed the lid, and quietly waited for the smoke to come out of the top of the stove.

Just when Mo Ling was comfortably enjoying the fragrance of a thousand days of drunkenness upstairs, Zhu Yitang ushered in the busiest moment of the day. If the boy found out what Moling was doing upstairs, he would probably be so angry that he would have stomped his feet.

At sunset, the boy finally finished his day's work, waved away the last patient, turned the sign with the word "karma" written on the door, revealed the word "closed", and then closed the door, ready to clean up the house.

"After Brother Moling went up just now, there was no movement at all, what the hell is he doing......

While the boy was muttering, Moling leaned against the wall and walked slowly downstairs.

"Bamboo shopkeeper, haven't you finished work yet? Mo Ling's body was leaning against the wall, her face was full of red light, her eyes were particularly bright, and she stared at the young man and smiled.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and immediately sensed something slightly wrong from Mo Ling's face, so he dropped the work in his hand, stepped forward to support Mo Ling and asked, "Brother Mo Ling, are you okay?"

"What did the bamboo shopkeeper say, you see that I look like something is wrong?" Mo Ling left the wall, stretched out his arms, and immediately stumbled, almost not falling to the ground, but fortunately, the young man reacted quickly and stepped forward to catch Mo Ling. Mo Ling smiled again, with a drunken face, his arm wrapped around the young man's neck, and he approached the young man's ear affectionately and said, "Bamboo shopkeeper, Liangchen**, how about you and I go out and have a good time?"

When the young man heard this, his cheeks suddenly turned red to the root of his ears, and without saying a word, he lowered his head and picked up the shoulder of the magic feather, and walked upstairs with the magic feather. Seeing that the direction was wrong, Mo Ling waved his hands and shouted: "Wrong, wrong, wrong." But he still couldn't stand the boy and dragged him, and finally "poofed" and was thrown on the bed by the boy.

"I don't know what you ate, why did you go crazy?" The young man muttered to himself while covering the quilt for Mo Ling, where was Mo Ling willing to do it, turning over and kicking the quilt, just refusing to behave. In the end, there was really no way, so the young man had to sigh, "Brother Moling, I'm offended." Then he turned Mo Ling's body over and slammed his palm at the back of Mo Ling's head.

This trick really worked, and Mo Ling's body shook, and he immediately lost his reaction. The boy re-packed the bed, clapped his hands and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw the box on the table.

"Doesn't it have anything to do with this box?" the boy approached and picked up the box, but he couldn't find the trick to open it upside down, and fiddled with it for a while to no avail, so he had to put down the box and leave the room with a regretful face.

In the middle of the night, the boy lying in bed suddenly woke up from his dream, felt that his throat was extremely thirsty, and got out of bed to go out to fill water. Passing by the room where Mo Ling slept, he remembered what happened in the evening, and he couldn't let go of it, so he decided to take a look at the situation. The boy gently pushed open the door and crept to Moling's bed. In the dark, he could only see a mess on the bed, and the young man hesitated for a while, then reached out to touch the quilt and touched it. The young man made a "groan" sound in his heart, quickly took the oil lamp in the room and lit it, approached the bed to take a photo, and couldn't find the shadow of Mo Ling anywhere.

Also missing was the box on the table, and the window not far away was ajar, which was also different from the boy's impression. Could it be that Moling ran out of the window? Then why didn't he go downstairs for fear of waking me up?

The boy thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out. But there is one thing that the boy knows, although Mo Ling usually always gives people a sense of calm and peace, he will do amazing things from time to time, and the boy is about to get used to this.

So the boy blew out the oil lamp, went back to his room in the dark, lay down and went back to sleep.

In fact, not long ago, on the cold street of Qinglong City, a slender figure holding a square box was speeding towards the east of the city. If you get closer, you can still see a looming shadow, following him from a distance, not leaving for a moment. The two figures quickly disappeared into a small bamboo courtyard in the east of the city. About half an hour later, a man's scream came from the courtyard, and then a bamboo house shook and ignited a raging fire, and the flames burned so fast that it took less than a cup of tea to burn the bamboo house clean. Looking at the courtyard again, there was only a charred corpse, buried in the ashes and blurred.

The next day, Mo Ling woke up from her sleep, and as soon as she got together, her head "banged" against a hard object. Mo Ling said "ouch", and quickly rubbed his eyes, only to see clearly that he had touched the bed beam, but he didn't know when he had fallen asleep under the bed.

The confused Moling climbed out from under the bed, straightened his clothes and prepared to go downstairs, just in time to bump into the boy at the entrance of the wooden ladder.

"Brother Green Worm, it's early. Demon Ling was the first to say hello.

"It's not early, Brother Moling," the young man sighed, "it's almost noon." And don't call me 'green worm' in the future. ”

"Oh, it's already noon?" Mo Ling looked outside the store, there were people coming and going, it was the noon scene. "I didn't pay attention, I slept for so long. ”

"Don't divert from the topic," the young man glared at Mo Ling dissatisfied, "If you call me 'Green Worm' in the future, I won't answer, Brother Mo Ling." ”

"Hey, you misheard, I pronounced 'Qianzhong' clearly, look at the shape of my lips," Mo Ling said, pointing to her mouth with a finger, "Bamboo-Qian-heavy, how is it, right?"

The young man looked at Mo Ling suspiciously, and said, "Brother Mo Ling, aren't you perfunctory to me?"

"Haha...... How could it be. Mo Ling subconsciously looked away, "Brother Qingworm is too worried. ”

"Hey, forget it," the young man didn't bother to say anything more when he saw that Mo Ling really didn't have a long lesson, and asked instead, "You didn't sleep well last night, where did you go?"

"Was I sleeping last night?" said Moling, bewildered, "I remember I went to bed early. ”

What Mo Ling said was obviously different from what the young man knew, so the young man asked again: "Do you remember, you came downstairs drunk last night, leaning against the wall, and walking unsteadily." ”

"I seem to be a little impressed when you say that...... "Moling thought carefully, "Did you suck too much...... Ah, no, I still can't remember. ”

"And what about the box on your desk, where did you put it?"

"The box? "But when I went to see it last night, there was nothing on the table. ”

"What—" Magic Ling was taken aback when she heard this, "that can't be, I put it on the table before I went to bed." As soon as he was halfway through his words, Mo Ling hurriedly turned around and went upstairs, and ran back to his room, where he found that there was nothing on the table, as the boy said.

The young man who followed Moling into the room looked at the table, then at the bed, and finally at the stunned Moling, and asked in confusion: "When I came yesterday, your room was like this, are you really sleeping on the bed?"

"I'm afraid it's not in bed," Moling shook her head, "and when I woke up, I found myself lying under the bed. ”

The boy under the bed really didn't pay attention, but now listening to Mo Ling, it seems that there is indeed a possibility. Whatever the reason, if Molten was sleeping under the bed and the window was not open to him, someone else had broken into Mollene's room.

Mo Ling also thought of this question, and was staring at the window at this time thinking about something, "Brother Green Worm, did you open this window?"

"I was just about to ask you," said the boy at once, "I haven't touched the window. ”

"That's weird," said Magic Feather, walking toward the window, "I closed the doors and windows yesterday, and if you hadn't opened them, who would have been—ah, I found it." As soon as the words fell, Mo Ling found a finger-width gray mark on the window edge, "Could this be a shoe print?"

"I don't know. The young man shook his head, "Probably, otherwise it wouldn't make sense." ”

"Then what did he do when he broke into my room? What Mo Ling was thinking was exactly what the boy was thinking, and both of them moved their eyes to the table at the same time, and it seemed that there was only one answer, the box.

This answer was too unexpected for Magic Feather, because there were no more than three people who knew that Magic Ling had a box in his hand. Excluding Mo Ling and the boy, only Shopkeeper Li remains. But Shopkeeper Li didn't know how to do kung fu, even if he climbed up to the window on the second floor, it was almost impossible to break the ban of the magic feather under the octagonal cloth in the room.

After the boy left the room, Mo Ling sat on the bed alone, thinking carefully about the problem of the box not being seen, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and Mo Ling immediately reached into his arms and felt a piece of white jade dragon pattern jade pendant.

"Fuqin, I know you're here, hurry up. Demon Ling shook off the jade pendant, only to see a burst of green smoke flowing out of the jade pendant, first turning into an ethereal shadow in mid-air, and then landing into the appearance of a teenager.

This young man named Fuqin looks the same age as Mo Ling, and his long silver hair is stunning, but his body is floating and floating, and he can't see the reality clearly.

"I called you out. Mo Ling pouted, "Where have you been for a while?"

Fu Qin stretched his waist, yawned and said, "Trap me, and don't let people sleep?"

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, you know how to sleep all day long," Mo Ling looked at Fu Qin angrily, "You didn't feel so sleepy before?"

"It's not all your fault," Fu Qin said immediately, "Since you fell out with Tianzi Pavilion half a year ago, my day and night have been reversed. As soon as you fall asleep, I feel uneasy and must stay by the side. ”

"Huh?" Demon Ling was very surprised when she heard Fu Qin say this for the first time, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I thought that these things would go without saying, and that we would both understand them. Fu Qin straightened his chest and said proudly.

"Bah, where did you learn that," Moling quipped, "and it's sour." ”

"Who else could it be, of course, from a stingy ghost named Moling. As soon as Fu Qin finished saying this, Mo Ling jumped up from the bed and chased after Fu Qin to fight. The two of you chased after me, and made a fuss in the room for a while before stopping.

At the end, Mo Ling gasped, leaned against the wall and waved his hand and said, "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble." Let me ask you, has anyone broken into my house since I fell asleep last night?"

"Yes, there are two. Fu Qinpan sat in the air and said without thinking, "The first one came in by prying open the window, and I saw that you were sleeping too soundly, so I didn't wake you up, but only moved you under the bed." ”

"I see, I just wondered how I woke up and slept under the bed. ”

It was too dark for me to see the man, but he didn't stay long, took the box on the table, and fled through the window. ”

"Then why don't you stop him?" asked Mo Ling quickly.

"At first, I wanted to stop it," Fu Qin tilted his head slightly, as if recalling the events of last night, "but I wanted to know what he was doing with the box, so I quietly followed him all the way to Jing Si Yuan." ”

"Jing Si Yuan?" Mo Ling was surprised when she heard this word, "He is from Jing Si Yuan?"

"Not really," Fu Qin shook her head, "but it must have something to do with Jing Si Yuan." In the small bamboo hut of Jing Si Yuan, he met with another person, and the two talked quietly for a long time. ”

"It's not close to the Meditation Garden from here. Mo Ling felt inexplicable, "Is there anything you have to say there?"

"Hey, hey. Fu Qin smiled and floated close to Mo Ling's ear, whispered something, and then saw Mo Ling's brows furrowed, his face became precipitous, and after a while, he only heard Mo Ling ask, "After that, what did the person who took the box answer?"

"He didn't agree," Fu Qin put away his smile and his expression became serious, "and then the two quarreled, and the person who took the box was threatened that if he didn't agree to this, he would be killed immediately, so the two fought. ”

"As a result, he was really killed?" Mo Ling couldn't wait to ask, but unfortunately, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the house, and Fu Qin glanced at Mo Ling vigilantly, "I'll tell you next time." With that, he went back to the jade pendant.

As soon as Mo Ling took the jade pendant into his arms, the door was pushed open, "Brother Qingworm, why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhu Qianzhong walked quickly to Mo Ling and said nervously, "Brother Mo Ling, Jing Si Yuan caught fire last night!"