Chapter 68 The Pen of Merit...

"He was inspired to walk this way by an expert. It can be said to be a coincidence and good luck, but he didn't join the other party's door - this is not unusual, most of the people in the corpse are eccentric and deviant, Chu Shuzhi This is a good thing. Generally, the group of people can't communicate very well, so it is sometimes considered to be a kind of demon heresy. Chu Shuzhi was only led in the door, and he didn't know many taboos and rules. "

"Teacher Shen is secretive, and he knows everything, so he should probably know that the main body of corpse cultivation is his own mausoleum. , for those who practice cultivation for no reason, the retribution of kindness and vengeance is a matter of heaven, and neither of them can be controlled." Daqing hugged his little fish, and calmly wagged his tail and said, "At that time, someone was trying to catch one. Cricket chased to the mass grave, which made Chu Shuzhi's grave be opened. After not finding it, in a rage, he set fire to the forest where he placed the tomb. Fortunately, Chu Shuzhi had already passed the ground at that time. The door is closing in on the sky, and when it reaches the point where you can leave the tomb without avoiding the day, the main body is not in the tomb, it is just a tomb of clothes and crown, and it doesn't hurt the root."

"No wonder, Chu Shuzhi's temper is not as good as mine, and he is very extreme," Zhao Yunlan heard it for the first time, "I don't know if it is because of the way of corpse cultivation that he has not seen the sun all day. Talking to Huáng Tubaigu, no one provokes him, but it's still good to talk, I'm really anxious that the six relatives don't recognize him - what happened to him after that? Opened his stomach or swallowed it?"

"Hang it up and put blood and eat it as bacon." Daqing said, "Originally, this is the person's own fault, and no one can control it, but the problem is that the one who was dug up the grave is a child, a big family, and arrogant. , When he did this, he was just a day and a half short of the age of seven."

Zhao Yunlan didn't quite understand it here. He asked in confusion, "Well, what's wrong with not being seven years old?"

Shen Wei explained softly: "The little demon can't change shape, or he is most afraid of encountering a child under the age of seven when he is in the middle of the calamity. If he is injured by an adult, he can take revenge, but the child is young and ignorant, and there is a 'no crime from heaven'. If you are caught and beaten to death by urchins, you can only accept your fate. Dare to hurt them is a serious crime. His case was settled 300 years ago, and the verdict will not be overturned, otherwise I will …”

Otherwise, there is still some reason to use the authority of the Soul Cutter.

"Old Chu is also true." Zhao Yunlan dropped such a sentence, not knowing what to say.

Cultivation is actually an act against the sky. To be successful, talent, diligence and luck cannot be lacking, especially luck.

If he catches up with Zhao Yunlan, even if he thinks that the bear child is very fucked, he will at most make trouble at night and scare people with nightmares. After all, he is not dead or injured. Yu Chuitiu is justified, what can a foolish child understand? The little demons who practice in various ways can be avoided. It’s not difficult to pretend to be dead or make a blind eye to fool them. Those who really can’t avoid encountering them are mostly due to past karma, someone framed them, or simply responded. As the old saying goes, "God ordained".

But Chu Shuzhi is the kind of person who will pay revenge and has no dust in his eyes.

It can be seen that the reason why fate is sometimes unable to refute is because it is silent.

Zhao Yunlan's eyes became cold - but it doesn't matter if the fate of heaven is not violated, when did you say that the fate of the underworld is not to be violated?

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, threw it on the back seat, and said to Daqing, "Call Chu Shuzhi."

The first time he dialed, Chu Shuzhi hung up.

Zhao Yunlan said blankly, "Fight again."

After calling it three times, Chu Shuzhi shut down.

Zhao Yunlan slammed the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road, took out a soul-suppressing order from his wallet, took out a pen, and quickly scribbled a few words on it - "Before midnight, come to see me at No. 4 Guangming Road" , and then he folded this soul-suppressing order into a paper crane.

Before they could let it out, the police came over and knocked on the window: "Hey, what's the matter with you, why did the car stop here?"

Zhao Yunlan bent down suddenly, rolled down the car window with a tangled face and pain: "I'm sorry buddy, I have a leg cramp, let me take a minute, just a minute."

He said, his hand reaching out of the window lightly wiped it on the car door imperceptibly, and the soul-soothing decree folded into a paper crane disappeared into the air like a puff of smoke.

After that, Zhao Yunlan didn't go home. Before it was too dark, he drove the car to the new house near Longcheng University.

There is only one street away from the backyard of the university. It is a garden house with a very distinctive architectural style. Zhao Yunlan took out a bunch of keys from the small box in the car, carefully removed it, and put one of them in Shen Wei. Hand: "Although I know that you basically don't need a key to enter the house, but this should be regarded as a ceremony."

Shen Wei was stunned, his fingers holding the key tightened involuntarily.

Zhao Yunlan took him to lead the way, and said as he walked, "The walls and ceilings of our house are basically finished now. They were installing the floor a few years ago, and it was a bit messy inside, but I estimate that it will be almost done in a week after the new year. Well, when the time comes, you can move the things over there first, and put the ones you usually use in my place, and when the first month comes out, let’s put the smell and let’s live here—come here, the elevator is here.”

His palms were dry and warm, and Shen Wei felt that his heart was soaked in a puddle of water, sour and swollen.

There are only four floors inside, one floor per household, the garage is underground, there is a helicopter in the private garage, and there are a lot of dregs of decoration materials in the elevator.

But the lighting in the room is very good. Even if the sun sets, the dim light will come in obliquely, and the scraps borrowed all over the place are plated with a layer of gold. The building complex, on one side, is the artificially designed flowing water inside the community. Although the water in winter has been pumped, but looking down from the top, you can still see the traces of the stone carvings washed away by the flowing water.

Zhao Yunlan: "Actually, Zangjiao should use a golden house, but I really don't have that much money. If I build a golden house, I'm probably going to be double-checked. You can make do with it first, wait for me to save up slowly, and we'll change to a better one later."

Then he turned his head and said with a smile: "The master bedroom is the one with a balcony on the south side. You can choose the one you like and use it as a study for you."

Shen Wei's eyes sank, the thoughts and feelings that had been suppressed for thousands of years were caught off guard, and he was so lightly ignited, and the intensity was so intense that Shen Wei was almost aroused by an indescribable lust in his heart, wanting to make him ruthless. He rubbed it in his arms fiercely, crushed every piece of his flesh and bones, and let them all melt into his palm.

But Shen Wei knew that he was reluctant to touch even a single hair of his.

Of course, there must be a light bulb in a threesome, and there are always some bitches who like to brush their presence, successfully avoiding the two of them rolling together recklessly on the floor full of rubbish.

Before Shen Wei could speak, Daqing jumped on the window sill without color, and announced loudly: "I want a guest room too! I want a hanging cat litter! Swing style!"

"Get out of the way," Zhao Yunlan said ruthlessly, "it's still in the air, can you jump on it with your body size? Let someone go downstairs for a few days to have a happy birthday - besides, I didn't ask you, I didn't look at Lao Tzu. What about falling in love, where is your dog licking the door curtain and showing its sharp mouth, remember that you are a cat!"

Daqing: "I have no problem with my jumping ability, I am much more flexible than you, you are a stupid dog, blind man!"

Zhao Yunlan didn't lift his eyelids: "Fat man."

Daqing, who was continuously hurt by the weight issue, got angry and jumped directly on Zhao Yunlan's shoulder, his two claws slammed into his hair, and he scratched it for a while.

Daqing: "I'll let you know how awesome Fatty is!"

Zhao Yunlan: "Damn it, if you dare to destroy my hairstyle, we will form a dead fat man!"

One person and one cat were quickly pinched into a ball.

Shen Wei exhaled slowly, leaned sideways gently against the window, the warm afterglow hit him, and even his pale face warmed up, he quietly looked at the living room where the flying dogs danced, involuntarily Smile slightly.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly flashed from his sleeve, and the corner of Shen Wei's raised mouth suddenly fell. He frowned, lowered his hand, and twisted his fingertips, the black mist turned into a letter, Shen Wei unfolded the letter, and Looking down, I saw that it was written: "Black clouds are rising from the northwest of the 33rd layer of the sky, which is very ominous. Please return quickly."

Shen Wei reached out and kneaded the letter into a ball and held it in his palm.

"Yunlan," he said suddenly, Zhao Yunlan and Daqing turned to look at him at the same time, "I'm in a hurry, and I have to go out for a while. If you have a holiday, go home and spend more time with your parents. They take care of you, and I will too. Take it easy."

Zhao Yunlan frowned slightly: "What?"

"I don't know yet, it's just that the puppet sent a letter from the underworld, saying that the black clouds in the 33rd floor may be a major event. No matter what, I have to go back." Shen Wei gently stretched out his finger and pushed him away. frowning eyebrows.

"Black cloud?" Zhao Yunlan was taken aback.

Shen Wei thought it was because he didn't understand, so he briefly explained: "The clouds and mists in the mortal world will not last for thirty-three days, and there are usually only two kinds of clouds there, either auspicious with purple air coming from the east, or ominous with black clouds. ."

Daqing licked his paws: "The black cloud hasn't appeared for a long time. As far as I know, the last thirty-three days of black cloud was 800 years ago."

Zhao Yunlan immediately asked keenly, "What was the reason for the last time?"

Daqing said inexplicably: "How do I know?"

Shen Wei's words were stagnant, and he couldn't help avoiding Zhao Yunlan's gaze.

Zhao Yunlan's ability to observe words and expressions is about to reach its peak - especially for someone like Shen Wei who is not very good at concealing his thoughts in front of him, something flashed in his heart and he blurted out: "It has something to do with the ghost face? Was it the same last time? What kind of thing, so magical?"

Daqing asked even more inexplicably: "Ghost face? Who is the ghost face?"

The blood on Shen Wei's face that was plated by the setting sun was gone.

Zhao Yunlan couldn't see what he looked like. He lowered his eyes and gave Daqing a warning look, then relaxed and stopped asking: "Then you go, be careful, I'll leave the door for you at night, come back early."

Due to Daqing's presence, Shen Wei didn't say anything, just gave him a deep look, and within three steps, the person disappeared into a cloud of black air.

Zhao Yunlan walked to the terrace, looked up at the gray sky, and lit a cigarette.

Daqing jumped on the railing and asked worriedly, "Do you really know the origin of Teacher Shen?"

Zhao Yunlan nodded silently.

Daqing tilted his head: "What are you worried about?"

"A lot of things," Zhao Yunlan exhaled a puff of smoke, squinting in the white smoke, "Hey Daqing, let me ask you, why are there so many classics and gossip about the gods one by one, but I can't find a single one. The words of a man."

Daqing asked, "Who?"

Zhao Yunlan paused for a moment: "Kunlun-kun."

Daqing opened his mouth, and after a while, closed it again, then it seemed to sigh, and walked along the window sill to Zhao Yunlan: "Plants and animals are not like people, they are not born with wisdom, and they need a great opportunity to walk on it. The path of cultivation, the way of Taoism gradually deepens, and one can slowly understand some human affairs. Kunlun has existed since the time of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Before the fall of Buzhou Mountain, he was ordained a saint in the wild, and even disappeared after that. It has been at least five thousand years. I'm not fake from time to time, but it's like a human baby who was ignorant when he was young. Do you remember wearing open-crotch pants? Seriously, until you leave me, I'm just a kitten that sleeps and eats, you too Look up my way."

Zhao Yunlan irritably lit a cigarette.

Daqing lowered his head slightly and said softly, "If I knew, I wouldn't lie to you, we are different from people, we are both stupid and stupid, and we can't cultivate a few minds for thousands of years, only recognize the master, I have you One master is enough."

Zhao Yunlan flicked the soot and suddenly said, "Actually, I saw a portrait of Lord Kunlun in one place."

Daqing raised his head.

Zhao Yunlan didn't say anything further, but Daqing already understood from his expression.

"Kitten," Zhao Yunlan was silent for a moment, exhaling a puff of smoke, "How many years have you been a kitten... Where in the world would a cat's growth stagnate?"

The top of Kunlun Mountain was the source of the gods and the burial place of countless wild gods and demons. The white snow does not melt all year round, and there is a flower that grows a bone for a thousand years. Qiu Jie, but in each growth ring, it is full of endless stories.

At the moment of Daqing, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense - it happened faintly from the moment Zhao Yunlan spit out the three words "Kunlun Jun". Everyone pushes in a given direction.

Just like when the chaos collapsed in Pangu, the ignorant bombardment in Gonggong, unfounded worries about the sky, Kuafu stopped in Yuyuan, and the back earth scattered the soul in the nether...

Daqing was suddenly horrified, and almost even the hair stood up.

Human affairs are metabolized, and there are no ancient and modern exchanges. It doesn't take long to look back. In just five thousand years, countless gods have risen and fallen, and they are no different from ants like mortals. Between heaven and earth, nothing can always be high.

Did Pangu really split the chaos? Or has chaos just changed its appearance?

Daqing Youlu's eyes were filled with indescribable fear for a moment. For it, the kitten's memory has basically disappeared, but it is just like it can still smell the first person's embrace in the reincarnation. Some things are still deeply buried in its blood.

Lord Kunlun, God of the Great Wilderness, no less noble than the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, why has he disappeared without a trace for thousands of years?

Daqing vaguely remembered the green shirt that was as green as a distant mountain, with the scent of fresh snow and bamboo in the sleeves of the robe, laughed unrestrainedly, and held its body lightly with warm hands—could he really It's...

At this moment, there was a sharp bird chirping not far away. Daqing and Zhao Yunlan turned around at the same time. Near the university town is one of the best green areas in Longcheng. Even in winter, it attracts a lot of people who are not afraid of it. The cold bird settled in it. After the almost mournful bird song, countless crows suddenly rose into the sky together. The crows in the whole city spread their black wings, almost covering the sky.

The sky is ominous, Raven Prophet.

Zhao Yunlan suddenly asked Daqing seriously, "I want to tell you something, are you tight-lipped?"

Daqing turned his head cautiously and looked up at him: "There is entry and no exit, you say."

Zhao Yunlan said lightly: "Shen Wei is the Soul Slayer, I'm a little worried about him now."

Daqing staggered, stepped on the air like a stroke, and fell straight from the window sill.