In the second half of the night, Qi Huan did not continue to practice the Dragon Sleeping Pill Gong. It's not that I'm afraid of Xiao Liu'er's chatter, my grandfather's experience told him that cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight, even if it is to strengthen the body, you must have tension and relaxation, according to the order of heat, little by little. Moreover, the time has passed, and the little "yang medicine" that is born of the cathode and yang has already been absorbed by Qi Huan.

What is certain is that the effect of this dragon sleeping pill gong is still good, although the practice has been started since eleven o'clock last night, and was finally interrupted by Xiao Liu'er's ear reporting technique, in less than two hours before and after, the feeling of fatigue and weakness on Qi Huan's body has been much lighter, and even, this feeling of relaxation reminds him of the state of the previous "out-of-body" state.

Of course, what Qi Huan didn't know was that with the blessing of "Grandpa's knowledge points", his so-called only a little bit of cultivation was actually equivalent to several years or even more than ten years of exploration by ordinary people.

Qi Huan fell asleep, and in a high-rise building in the Xing'an Community, a man with a ruddy face but white as snow also spread his crossed legs.

As the most well-known professor in Binhe, Huang Maosen finished his meditation as a child, first rubbed the soles of his feet with his hands for a while, and then went all the way up, from the calves and thighs, front chest and back, cheeks and neck, all the way to the Parkway point on the top of his head, all of which were gently tapped with his fingers for a while, and then he slowly exhaled a breath, stood up from the futon, and slowly paced in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window.

From his point of view, he could just overlook the half circle of the Xing'an community surrounded by the Jinshui River. The city of Riverside is named after the waterfront river that runs through the city, and the Jinshui River is just one of its tributaries. The Jinshui River used to be called the Jin River, but later changed its name, and is only twenty or thirty meters wide, but it runs through the central business district of Binhe City.

Xing'an Community is located on the north bank of the Jinshui River, surrounded by half of it, and many people say that the real estate in the Xing'an Community can be speculated at such a high price because of the good feng shui of the Jinshui River.

There is no moon and starlight in the sky, but the Jinshui River is still sprinkled with the lights of the riverside night. Huang Maosen stood in front of the window for a while, then turned around and picked up his mobile phone from the desk, which showed an unread message, the sender only showed a surname, and the phone was scratched open, and the message was only three short words: "Not found." ”

The fierce look between Huang Maosen's eyebrows flashed, he sneered twice, and threw his phone aside.

Not far away, another high-rise building in the Xing'an Community, the window that once belonged to the riverside socialite Dong Yue'er, was dark, and Huang Maosen stared in that direction, not knowing what to think in his heart.

A woman's soft murmur came from the bed: "Why is the air conditioner turned on so much? ”

"Then I'll shut it down. Huang Maosen came back to his senses and said casually.

The air conditioner in this room is actually not on, and the temperature on a summer night is not too low, but the young body of the woman on the bed is wrapped in a thin quilt and curled up, as if it is very cold. Huang Maosen walked to the bedside, and the corners of his mouth flashed a faint sneer: Damn, it's also a, broken Ding!

At the same time, Panyun Mountain, which is 80 kilometers away from Binhe City, is cloudy and moonlight, and it is a good night. At the foot of the mountain, in a Chinese-style villa, Master Fang Xuanji Fang was sitting on the edge of the ancient case in front of the window, covering the ancient scrolls with his hands, and he was fascinated.

Click, click, the camera's shutter keeps ringing. Finally, Master Fang put down the ancient scroll and said to the cameraman lying on the ground, "Why don't you come here first today?"

The cameraman was a man in his early thirties, with a slight baldness on the top of his head, but he had long hair tied in a ponytail, seeing Fang Xuanji's face sleepy, he got up from the ground with a smile on his face: "The master is really a master, even if he can see the full moon in the second half of the night, and there is no haze at all." The way the master can't let go of the scroll under this moonlight, he really deserves the four words of fairy wind bones. ”

Fang Xuanji folded his hands together and made a thank-you gift, and said with a smile: "Where do I have any bones? The master is also working hard today, I originally told the editor-in-chief Park that I would just take a few pictures of you there, but she had to let you come all the way over, and she caught up with me to have something to do at night, so that you could delay the whole day with me. Why don't you spend the night in your room today and go back to town tomorrow?"

The cameraman didn't expect that Fang Xuanji didn't have a master's shelf at all, and he was in awe and awe, while packing up the camera equipment, he was so excited that he couldn't say anything, and said several thanks in a row, before Fang Xuanji sent the nanny to lead him to the back guest room to rest.

Fang Xuanji sat alone in front of the window and was stunned for a while, and picked up his mobile phone with some uneasiness, and there was no reply from Huang Maosen on it. Swiped open the phone, Fang Xuanji entered another message, hesitated for a while and deleted it all, his face showed a trace of hatred, gritted his teeth and sneered: "Even my grandfather is fucking dead, an old prodigal who specializes in burning Ding, why don't you take Uncle Shi's shelf with Lao Tzu, let's play!"

Fang Xuanji's seniority is not high, and the news is far less well-informed than Huang Maosen, until he set up a feng shui array for Zhu Guangsha's murderous mansion on the starlight waterfront to receive the news that his grandfather is dead. Although he is a fishy master, he is also a very good family who travels from south to north, and he is a very good family on the threshold of the rivers and lakes, and what he himself does is to speculate on people's hearts, and after a little turn of his brain, he figured out that Huang Maosen was afraid that he had already gotten the news.

No wonder the old man had already taken the line of the demon family's surname Xia, the more Fang Xuanji thought about it, the more he felt that he had been wronged, and he tried his best to find Song Yujing, but Huang Maosen transferred him to give Xia Laoyou's favor.

What's even more angry is that he was obviously kept in the dark, but he still went to help the surnamed Huang do things, and the reason why Fang Xuanji took the initiative to contact Zhu Guangsha this afternoon to go to his murderous mansion town was also instructed by Huang Maosen and Uncle Huang, saying that he was going to set up a feng shui array, but in fact he was helping Huang Maosen get something in Dong Yue'er's room.

The thing was obtained, but Fang Xuanji was angry and sent Huang Maosen a message of "not found", and when he calmed down a little, he couldn't help but regret it a little.

The eight gates of the rivers and lakes, which sound very awesome, are actually worse than the sunset industry, and it has been all because of a legendary grandfather who has supported the last façade for everyone. But now that my grandfather is dead, among these eight gates, the situation of the top Xia Lao Demon is bigger.

Huang Maosen has a way to catch the line of the demon gate, but he is just a small shrimp in the Golden Gate, and he can't even touch the threshold of the demon gate.

However, after thinking about it, Fang Xuanji finally put away his remorse, if he didn't have Song Yujing's relationship, he could have the cheekiness to beg Huang Maosen to help build a line with Old Demon Xia. But now that Song Yujing has become Huang Maosen's vote, with his understanding of this Uncle Huang, I am afraid that he will never help him match.