Last night, I slept casually in the yamen, but fortunately, this time the leader did not spend the money of the guest house in vain.

Mo Haoqiong straightened up under the bed and leaned against the wall, rubbed his head, scratched his back that was a little cold when he slept on the floor, and then looked at the cloudy sky outside the window with a headache, and then looked at Zhao Qingqiu, who was sleeping next to the bed without a little image.

There were only two rooms for the four of them last night.

Three men and one woman, no matter how they are divided, so last night the leader hooked Zhang Jianyun directly into the room without hesitation, and gave Mo Haoqiong a big smile.

"You two are masters and apprentices, so it's not good for me and Jianyun to stay with Zhao Laomei'er for one night. ”

Mo Haoqiong wanted to tell the leader how about his three men getting together in a room, but the leader only left an arrogant and high-pitched sound of the door closing.

Mo Haoqiong rubbed his face again tiredly.

Originally, he also slept in bed, but Zhao Qingqiu didn't sleep well last night.

The two of them put a water bowl in the middle, one bed and two points, and they didn't disturb each other, but I don't know when it was in the middle of the night, Zhao Qingqiu came to his senses in his sleep, kicked him the waist, and kicked him out of bed directly.

What's even more divine is that the water bowl is not moving, it is steady, and he can't say that it is to blame Zhao Qingqiu for sleeping very poorly, so he had to climb into bed in embarrassment, and spread a small corner of the quilt that wrapped Zhao Qingqiu into a zongzi and spread it on his stomach.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Qingqiu repeated her old trick in her dream, and once again gave Mo Haoqiong a hard kick in the waist, and after the Mo Sect Master fell into bed, she also grinded her teeth and let out a strange laugh.

No matter who is kicked twice in a row after falling asleep, and after being kicked out of bed directly, there will be a bit of anger. But Mo Haoqiong heard Zhao Qingqiu's weird grinding sound and chilling laughter, and the anger immediately dispersed.

Zhao Qingqiu arrogantly took away all the quilts, curled herself into a ball, and got rid of a zongzi alive.

Mo Haoqiong salted fish to the extreme and lay down on the spot, feeling the chill on his back, and barely slept all night.

It's summer, and it's been very hot, but last night, at nightfall, there was a sudden rainstorm. The cool rain wind was blowing, but it was still a little cold.

Fortunately, he grew up in the icy and snowy Sword Valley, how can the cold hurt like this......

Mo Haoqiong struggled to stand up, and his back was unfamiliar with the pain. The chill on the floor was different from the flying wind and snow, and it had finally penetrated into his body.

The dark clouds outside the window were getting thicker and thicker, and it was early in the morning, but there was not much daylight, and the whole world was a dull color. The flowers and trees have lost their light, and they are like a thick layer of sand powder. And the residual rainwater from last night accumulated in the yard, which was a little dirty, and the original smell of the grass and trees could not be reflected, which was a morning without vitality.

It's time to go to Qianzhiguan and find that damn Yishu.

Street.

Mo Haoqiong put the umbrella on his shoulder, walked at the end of the cadre, and walked gloomily.

Rainstorms don't always give people a good mood, and the rain with an umbrella and walking ethereal is something that can only be tasted under the drizzle.

And now, there is only the dull sound of pouring rain on the umbrella, one after another, noisy, and annoying.

The stalls on the street have long been closed, and the street shops on both sides are also obscured by the rain curtain and it is difficult to see.

On the right side of Mo Haoqiong, a tailor's shop.

One of them sat bent over a pony.

watched Mo Haoqiong walk forward until he disappeared into the rain curtain, then he quietly got up and merged into the rain curtain.

Thousand Knowledge.

The two teams of boys did not fall at this time, and stood under the eaves in front of the door with some trembling.

The rain can be blocked by the eaves, but the wind cannot.

They greeted Mo Haoqiong and his party with a smile, but the faces of the two or three boys among them were already pale from the cold, and their small bodies were like a leaf in the wind, as if they were about to be blown away at any time.

The group stepped into the view, and Mo Haoqiong took the last step.

He looked away at the girl below him.

Whitish, miserable white, and the snot from her little nose made her smile not look good.

Mo Haoqiong involuntarily stretched out his left hand and stroked her cute bun head.

For a moment, both of them were stunned.

Mo Haoqiong withdrew his palm extremely embarrassed, and in the complicated eyes of the remaining pair of boys, he clenched the umbrella and walked inward quickly.

In the Thousand Perceptions of Knowledge, the heavy rain does not change.

Even if everyone held umbrellas, they didn't want to suffer in the rain, and anyway, they didn't miss the time, so they took the umbrellas and continued to walk the nine-curved corridor.

This time, there were no officers and soldiers standing in the rain, and other than that, it seemed to be the same as yesterday.

No, there is no boy to lead the way this time.

Inside the door, it was still a dull crimson. Once born and twice matured, Mo Haoqiong was not as tight as he was at the beginning.

It's just strange that no one has said a word from the time they started until now, because they are all pondering.

It's not a big deal, it's just that it makes the dreary atmosphere a little deeper.

Everyone sat back in their seats.

Only the leader has nothing to do, and he has already spent all three of his chances.

The boy had come, standing in front of Mo Haoqiong and stretching out his hand to greet him.

Mo Haoqiong hesitated for a moment and waved his hand.

His mind was muddy now, and he still hadn't thought about anything.

The movement of the evil demons of the Tongshen Sect, Ji Jingming's small paper ball, his so-called life experience, how did Qianzhiguan know that he was related to the longevity formula......

Does Qianzhiguan really have the power to calculate, or is it just a scam of clichés, then why would Mo Feng and other high-ranking officials spend so much time to participate in this trick......

Before you know it, time passes.

Mo Feng was already in and out, and he was about to leave with a smile on his face, but when he saw Mo Haoqiong who was still bowing his head and contemplating, he sighed softly, and could only sit down again.

Although Sect Master Mo's hidden strength seemed to be very high, and he could leave with peace of mind, he was still worried that when there would be another assassination, Mo Haoqiong, who was unprofessional, would be assassinated in an instant before he could react. Or is it safer for him to stay around.

Zhao Qingqiu has also been in and out, and her face is not good.

Sitting back in his chair with some indignation, he glanced at Mo Haoqiong, who was looking down in contemplation, and then hung his eyes on the dark red candle in front of him, and kicked his feet irritably.

Long.

After many people entered and exited again, Zhang Jianjun also got up and entered.

She seemed to have been in there for a long, long time.

When she came out, sweat was oozing from her forehead, and she sat down wearily in her chair.

Zhang Jianjun rarely makes such a gaffe.

The leader naturally handed out a towel for her to wipe her sweat, and she naturally took it and wiped it casually.

The boy came to him again.

This was the first time the boy in the house had spoken.

"Yes, please. ”

With a light four words, but with an irresistible strange force, Mo Haoqiong was like a puppet, pulled up by a chair with just a silk thread, and then pulled into the dark room step by step.

The boy closed the door.

Boundless darkness.

Mo Haoqiong sat down casually, touched his underwear, and threw a small ball of paper forward.

It sank into the darkness, and Mo Haoqiong didn't care whether it hit it or not, that calculation would always pick it up.

Mo Haoqiong could hear the rustle of the paper ball.

There was silence for a moment.

He didn't understand how the leaners could see the ball of paper in the dark.

The ball of paper came for no reason and landed in the palm of his hand.

Mo Haoqiong clenched his fist tightly, released it again, and stuffed it back into his underwear.

He had one more chance to ask questions.

As if he was about to fight for the reckoning question, he said in advance:

"Who are you?"

Mo Haoqiong's question echoed in the dark room.

The question was not appropriate to his light-hearted tone, but it was extremely in line with his restless heart at this time.

However, the results he wanted did not appear.

The calculation just replied lightly:

"I'm Li Yisuan. ”

With that, he waved his hand and signaled that he could leave.

Naturally, he couldn't see the calculation waving his hand in the dark, but Mo Haoqiong felt that he should be like this at this time.

The corners of Mo Haoqiong's mouth hooked into a smile.

He grabbed the hilt of his sword and took a step forward.

"What is reckoning?"

On the dark side, Yi Shu was silent, as if he had exhausted his three chances, so he did not answer.

Silent, Mo Haoqiong took another step.

The calculation is always uncontrollable.

Quietly and authentically:

"To rely on the calculation is to rely on the heavens.

Take advantage of the heavens, count a hundred lives, through the past, the present and the future, know all living beings and avoid dust. ”

Mo Haoqiong laughed.

"Then have you counted ...... since the moment you asked me the secret of longevity?"

In the deep silence, he finally drew his sword out of its sheath.

"I'm going to kill you?"