The girl in front of the bronze mirror put on a corseted black dress, but the effect was not very good. Not only did it fail to cover it up, but it actually made the originally graceful and plump figure more obvious.
She sighed quietly, not sure whether it was regret or frustration.
Then he got up and walked to the couch, quietly looking at the elegant bald head that was sleeping soundly. Suddenly he stretched out his arms and pointed his palms at the bald head, as if caressing her from afar.
"Let someone warm the bed."
"Let someone warm the bed."
"Let someone warm the bed."
She repeated the spell nine times before the girl was satisfied.
She reached out to the door and jumped out of the window.
After about seven deep breaths, Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes.
He sighed softly, walked off the bed, walked to the basin, poured out the ginger juice from the copper pot, and brewed it with soup water.
Ready to wash your hair.
Yes, he once lost trust in Xu Mansion's ginger.
But after discovering the magical changes brought about by the green smoke, he regained his expectations for the great cause of hair washing.
Life is always full of hope, isn't it?
The dripping water penetrates the stone, and it persists. It makes me sick... Oh no, I moved the Buddha and Bodhisattvas. Sooner or later, I will be able to grow hair!
'This is Xiangzhu, a young lady who loves nightlife...can you change her lines?'
Zhou Yi bent down to wash his hair, complaining secretly in his heart.
He already knew the secret of the fragrant beads from the small black letters when he first entered the house.
A mysterious master's sect, dangerous missions, including a bizarre life experience that even she herself doesn't know much about.
Everyone has their own privacy, Zhou Yi doesn't want to expose it, let alone get involved, after all...
"This is just a hair-washing machine that has no emotions."
After washing your hair.
Pound and shake dry.
Zhou Yi looked at the little bald man with fine features and delicate features in the bronze mirror, and a charming smile appeared on his lips.
Put on your big cloak and tiptoe downstairs.
His steps were unhurried and slow, but silent.
Whenever he spotted a maid or a slave from a distance, he only needed to tap his toes and he could always dodge to the stone behind a tree before the other party noticed.
Not to mention the servants in the mansion, even the elite guards who were responsible for keeping vigil had never discovered Zhou Yi's whereabouts in the past two nights.
Being light and healthy - this is one of the benefits Qing Yan bestowed upon him.
Er, Zhou Yi entered the Xu Mansion's backyard, which had been sealed off and became a forbidden area.
Night investigation case?
Don't be ridiculous, is the monk such a boring person?
The maid Bi Yin was killed by the evil spirit Xu Hua because of her greed for money. Zhou Yi knew better than anyone that he had no interest in the follow-up of the case.
He came here just for a more boring thing...
…
Under the elm tree in the backyard that witnessed a series of fierce battles between the maid and the steward.
Zhou Yi closed his eyes and concentrated.
It's three o'clock in the morning!
The three-inch sword light at the bottom of his abdomen once again condensed into a sword pill the size of a fingernail.
Zhou Yi put his fingers together and shot towards the sky.
Buzz!
There was a sudden sound of thunder.
The sword energy is like a rainbow, penetrating the night sky.
Only a long air trail that was invisible to the naked eye was left in mid-air.
Even with Zhou Yi's current vision, it is difficult to find the end.
I could only vaguely see the sky high in the sky, the wind and the remaining clouds, and the hazy moonlight seemed to be making waves.
However, just after this sword energy was shot out.
The sword pill seemed to be hollowed out of its body and quickly dissipated into a three-inch sword light.
Zhou Yi exhaled and touched his belly.
"Sure enough, it's shriveled again."
Counting tonight, he has quietly come to the backyard for three consecutive nights to test the sword pills and sword energy.
On the night of the first day, at the third quarter of Hai hour, the sword pills condensed and formed.
However, after the sword energy was released, it quickly withered into sword light, and did not regroup until the third quarter of the second day.
There was a whole day in between.
The situation was exactly the same for three nights.
In the interval, there is no progress or regression.
Zhou Yi had to accept a cruel reality - the sword energy in the pill can only be released once a day.
Then wouldn’t he become...a little monk once a night?
But that night when I encountered a strange and mysterious situation, all the small black characters appeared and turned into a picture for you to pick. This situation has never happened again.
Zhou Yi vaguely guessed whether it was because he had a headache that night and his anger broke through the barrier of stagnation in his chest, causing his body to undergo its first transformation. Then he extracted the sword energy from the small black characters and used it for himself.
According to this idea, the fastest way to transform your body and grow hair as soon as possible is to obtain Qingyan.
If you want to capture Qing Yan, it seems that you can kill Yin monsters?
Where to find ghosts?
That young man is in Chen Chi's shadow... Hold on tight, monk, but don't let him wander!
This is the only sword energy you can use.
It was an uncle before I used it.
After using it, he will turn back into his grandson on time.
Stay at Xu Mansion, wash your hair on time, drink more hot water, go to bed early...these are the kingly rules!
The muffled thunder sound accompanied by the sword energy echoed throughout the Xu Mansion.
The guards were alarmed and all came out.
The sound of rustling footsteps came from every corner of the house.
Zhou Yi walked back calmly.
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind approaching quickly in his ears!
Accompanying it was the strong smell of dry smoke on the other party's body.
Zhou Yi's heart beat faster, but a burst of electricity seemed to pass through his mind, and a ripple-like picture was composed out of thin air.
The picture shows a middle-aged man in his forties.
Wearing a whitish yellow gown, he has a weathered face, his hair is untied, and there is a deep blue scab on his forehead.
On his waist, there was a bamboo pipe of dry tobacco, and the smoke pot was faintly emitting sparks, and it was obvious that he was still puffing away smoke just a moment ago.
With just one glance, Zhou Yi recognized the man in the picture...
——The head guard of the Xu Mansion, Yan Qu Mansion, who was known as a master of martial arts in the Tang Dynasty.
On weekdays in Xu Mansion, Zhou Yi didn't have much interaction with him.
Zhou Yi didn't wait for a second glance.
The screen started to shake.
After a moment, it was shattered like a reflection shattered by ripples.
Zhou Yi's sensory world returns to the Xu Mansion's backyard in reality.
He had no time to think about it, because Manager Yan's figure had already entered the small courtyard.
He had no intention of running away either.
First of all, he didn't do anything bad.
Secondly, even Manager Yan couldn't possibly know what he was doing here.
Finally, he estimated that he probably couldn't outrun Manager Yan, who could glide in mid-air like a big bird.
Although the mysterious Qingyan made him lighter and stronger than ordinary guards, there was still a big gap between him and the current martial arts masters.
Ever since, he just stood there quietly.
It's like meditating and humming under the moon.
Until there was a "pop" sound, Manager Yan, who was smelling of dry smoke, gently floated down in front of him.
Their eyes met, both of them were a little embarrassed.
Manager Yan stepped on the dead leaves under his feet and twisted slightly, trying to imitate the false compliment just now. Unfortunately, he failed repeatedly, so he had to laugh dryly: "Make Master Yichen laugh."
Zhou Yi held his breath, didn't squint his eyes, and said with a smile: "That's good."
Manager Yan drooped his eyelids, and his lowered pupils were like black beans with only cracks exposed in the cloth bag. There was a faint light, and his tone was very gentle: "The young master visited the closed backyard late at night. I don't know if it was to relax or for something else."
Is there anything else?"
It's like meeting someone while walking at night and chatting casually.
Zhou Yi's insight is no longer what it used to be, and he can easily sense that this greasy middle-aged uncle who is responsible for the security of Xu Mansion is obviously suspicious of him.