But when I heard this name, I felt a little bit mocked.
Zhili nodded: "Then, can you tell me about Hengxiang?"
At this time, Wei Dongyou pushed Ye Zheng with his elbow and looked over there.
"Ah, this," Ye Zheng said, "The wind is so strong on the top of the mountain. Master, go to Miss Ali's side to block the wind."
"This is the roof of the building," Zhili said, raising his hand to make small gestures in the air, "and it's not cold now."
Shen Lie still got up, walked around from behind with his tall body, and walked to the other side of Xia Zhaoyi: "Ah Li, I'll sit here."
Zhili subconsciously moved to the left, and Xia Zhaoyi followed suit to make room.
As Shen Lie sat down, the elegant fragrance hit him, and a strong sense of presence was everywhere. Xia Zhaoyi tried his best to stay calm and said lightly: "Actually, it's not bad, it's not cold."
"Just let me sit here so that we can talk more easily," Shen Lie said.
"……Um."
The corners of Shen Lie's lips were slightly raised in a faint smile, and the pure moonlight fell on his face, as if everything was silent for an instant.
Xia Zhaoyi calmly turned around and looked at the houses and street lights all over the city: "I'm in Xizhou Mansion and I'm almost done."
"So fast?"
"It's just the first stage. After going to Hengxiang, I will come back again."
"Then, you decide when to go."
Xia Zhaoyi raised her eyebrows lightly and looked at him: "What about you, do you still want to go with me?"
"I want it, didn't I agree on it?"
"and you……"
"Set a time and I'll leave at any time." Shen Lie smiled lightly.
Xia Zhaoyi pursed her lips and calmly looked back at the vast city in front of her: "You mean, you're done here too?"
"These can be put on hold for the time being. I can't..." Shen Lie's heartbeat accelerated slightly and his voice was very low, "I can't compare with you."
"Huh?" There was a gust of wind, but Xia Zhaoyi didn't hear it clearly and turned to look into his eyes, "What can't you do?"
Facing the moonlight, the girl's eyes were as clear as water, and her handsome face had a faint blush, just like clouds. The spring breeze of March and April seemed to blow into his eyes, filling his eyes with wanton joy and the prosperity of heaven and earth. Free and carefree.
But he wanted to repeat what he had just said, but when the words came to his lips, he could not speak again and again, and he no longer had the courage.
"No," Shen Lie lowered his eyes, turned to look at the vast world as she did just now, and said gently, "Send someone to tell me after you set a time."
"Then Hengxiang, will you come back?"
If you can, I will too.
Wherever you go, I also want to go...
Shen Lie burst out laughing, his smile wide and open.
"Go back." Shen Lie said.
"Brother Shen is stupid." Zhili said to Xia Zhaoyi very softly.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't react, her bright eyes looked at Shen Liejun's stunning side profile, until she met his dark eyes looking back sideways.
Xia Zhaoyi curled her lips and smiled suddenly.
She didn't know why she was laughing, maybe because she felt that Shen Lie was in a good mood, and such a good mood infected her.
"It's over," Zhili turned to Ye Zheng on the other side and whispered in a low voice, "My senior sister seems to be stupid too."
Ye Zheng and Wei Dongyou ignored him. They tried hard to reduce their presence and looked at the man and woman sitting on the other side with excitement and expectancy.
Ye Zheng wanted to go up and press his head.
Wei Dongyou wanted to carry Ye Zheng and Zhili away from the scene quickly...
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A gust of mountain wind shook gently, but it was not strong. The door only swayed slightly, but there was no movement.
But the men who were guarding Dong's ancestral hall all stood up in shock and looked towards the door one after another.
The eight words that appeared last night caused panic in the entire Dongjia Village. After discussion with several brothers, the village chief Dong Lichun arranged for a large number of people to be on duty in various places.
There were a total of sixteen people who came to guard the ancestral hall. One group went to bed first, leaving eight people, four of whom guarded the lobby.
"It's the wind," one person said, "Don't be afraid of it."
"This is an ancestral hall. Even if it's not the wind, there's nothing to be afraid of." Another person said.
The other two remained silent and stared outside.
"Yes, there is someone..." someone suddenly said.
Dong's ancestral hall does not have a front yard, and there are steps just outside the main gate. As he finished speaking, a person actually walked up slowly from the bottom of the steps.
The tree staff stood crisply, and the visitor first revealed a Taoist priest's head with sparse white hair. Under the white hair, there were two white eyebrows and a long white beard. Next, there was an old Taoist uniform.
In the deep mountains and desolate cliffs, such a person suddenly appeared. The four of them were on guard and extremely vigilant.
Especially when the old man completely stepped up the steps and saw clearly the pair of embroidered shoes under his feet, the four of them could no longer hold on and quickly retreated behind them, shouting.
"Hahaha!" The old man laughed loudly, "Don't be afraid, what are you afraid of? I am a human being, not a ghost~!"
The four people who were guarding the backyard heard the sound and came over. The other group went to sleep, and some of them felt sleepy and were also awakened.
The old man claimed that his surname was Zhong and his single name was Yu. He was originally a traveling magician. He was shocked to hear what happened in Dong's ancestral temple, so he came to take a look.
The pair of embroidered shoes on his feet are really eye-catching. If anyone else had worn these shoes, everyone would have pointed at them and laughed. However, this old man speaks calmly and confidently, is energetic, has bright eyes, and speaks well. No one like the Dong family dares to speak.
Disrespectful to it.
The two torn pieces of paper were brought from the backyard. They were so ominous that just holding them made my hair stand on end.
After handing it over to the warlock, the Dong family quickly withdrew their hands and wiped it on their clothes.
"The branch of the old tree, the soul is cooked in the oil pan." Warlock Zhong Yu held his long beard and read slowly.
"There are other ancestral halls of Zhuangzi." one person said.
Warlock Zhong Yu frowned and his eyes became thoughtful.
One person handed over a history book, opened a few pages, pointed to the characters on it and said: "This is the character of our ancestors!"
"The name on the Jiang family's side is their Nineteenth Duke."
"Yes, the old ancestral hall in Lijiaji is also the name of their ancestors."
"It's amazing," Warlock Zhong Yu compared the words on the paper and the book and murmured, "She can do it too?"
Among the people he has seen in his life, more than one person can imitate handwriting, but most of them need to practice for a while to the point where it is difficult to distinguish true from false, and the minimum is ten days and a half.
Except one person.
That person can write exactly the same handwriting with just one glance.
The strength of the stroke, the width of the stroke, the angle of the stroke, no matter whether the words are ugly or beautiful, she only needs one glance.
Even her master couldn't do this trick.
One school can produce two extraordinary talents?
Or, that person just selects geniuses to recruit disciples?
How did he meet this genius?
...No, not really, they also have a junior brother.
Although the junior brother's qualifications are not bad, the upper limit cannot reach the level of genius.
Seeing that Warlock Zhong Yu was deep in thought and his eyes were moving rapidly, one person said: "Hey, old man, what are you thinking about?"
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, Warlock Zhong Yu frowned angrily: "Don't argue, shut up!"
"Hey, I said you..."
"Shut up!" Warlock Zhong Yu raised his head and frowned, "Shut up!"
