Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 215 Chu Qianning's Doubt
Chu Qianning closed her eyes and recalled the content of the dream. She couldn't remember the details, but she had a vague impression, as if she heard Lin Zhihui talking to a child about the fairy world, flat peaches, the underworld, etc., the most important thing What's more, that little child was floating in mid-air with a calm expression...

All this made Chu Qianning extremely troubled.

Reason told her that it was just a dream.But thinking back to the elevator horror she had experienced before, she felt that it was not completely impossible. After thinking about it, it was difficult for Chu Qianning to convince herself that all of this had nothing to do with Lin Zhihui.

Various images flashed through her mind over and over again, and Chu Qianning was confused. Could it be that Lin Zhihui is actually the descendant of a certain sect, or a reincarnated immortal, or is it a mountain monster and water monster who came after cultivation? The world repays the favor...

Just when Chu Qianning's thoughts became more and more out of bounds, the mobile phone placed on the table vibrated suddenly and made a beeping sound.She was able to open her eyes, picked up the phone on the table, and found that it was an update notification for "The Rise of the God Emperor".

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Qianning reached out and clicked on the page, browsing through today's chapters.

After reading it quickly, she held the phone in her hand and paused for a while, then opened the chapters from the previous few days and read it again.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Chu Qianning took screenshots of certain parts of several chapters, then reached for the pen and paper on the table, and began to quickly copy them.

Like official document writing, commercial novels certainly have fixed patterns and routines.It needs a foreshadowing, a turning point, a climax, and the setting of the plot needs to be detailed and proper, highlighting the key points, instead of rambling aimlessly. As a relatively mature player, Lin Zhihui certainly masters these skills proficiently.

This is also one of the reasons why his anti-routine novels were able to attract a group of readers from the very beginning.

However, in the past few days, Lin Zhihui has been uncharacteristically, and suddenly used a lot of pen and ink to describe a hermit who lived in a mountain village for a long time and taught children how to practice.

After careful analysis by Chu Qianning, this plot has nothing to do with the main line of the story.It neither plays a role in promoting the plot, nor does it have any visibility.This doesn't seem like a mistake Lin Zhihui would make at all.

If it is a foreshadowing of the setting, then it only needs to be explained briefly, there is no need to go into detail at all, and even the specific content of the exercises is written out one by one.

Chu Qianning put down the pen, stretched out her hand and picked up a corner of the paper, looked at the three paragraphs and fifteen lines of practice formulas in front of her, and read them silently, catchy and rhyming.

Although she trusted Lin Zhihui blindly, Chu Qianning had a hard time convincing herself that such simple and grand formulas, which seemed to coincide with the way of nature, were written by him.Reminiscent of Lin Zhihui's incredible skill when they first met, his conversation with the child, and the picture of the child floating in his living room, Chu Qianning's heart suddenly moved, and his eyes returned to the formula.

Could this really be a cultivation method?Does Lin Zhihui want to make the practice public and benefit the world?Almost instantly, Chu Qianning sketched a story in her mind, in which Lin Zhihui was ordered to go down the mountain to preach immortality and save all sentient beings.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor interrupted Chu Qianning's thoughts. She glanced at the cartoon alarm clock on the table, and her lunch break was over.

Soon, colleagues came in one after another. Chu Qianning stuffed the piece of paper into the book as if nothing had happened, turned on the computer, and made up her mind to test the authenticity according to the formula when she got home at night.

……

Ye Anrong went on a business trip for a week and learned that the second film had already been filmed. She contacted Lin Zhihui to meet after getting off the plane yesterday.

The integrated Chuangdian website is already on the right track. Al-Qaeda has implemented a series of major measures for the cross-border joint project. Ye Wenzhi is very busy, and Ye Anrong naturally wants to stay and help, so the meeting place is set at Aedas Group.

10am.

Lin Zhihui arrived on time and parked the car in the underground parking lot of the office building.

After you announced your name and waited for a while at the front desk, Lin Zhihui, you met Assistant Yao who greeted you.

Lin Zhihui had seen all the assistants around Ye Anrong, and Assistant Yao in front of him was the one he was most familiar with. She had always led the way when he came to Al Qaeda several times before.

"Mr. Lin." Assistant Yao stepped out of the elevator, walked quickly towards Lin Zhihui, and smiled brightly at him.

Lin Zhihui keenly noticed the slightly surprised look at the front desk, but his expression did not change at all. He nodded calmly to Assistant Yao.

After exchanging a few simple greetings, Lin Zhihui followed Assistant Yao upstairs. The moment the elevator door opened, his movements were a little half-beat, and he took a step behind. His thoughtful gaze quickly passed over Assistant Yao.

The knee-length black professional suit, the hair pulled up at the back of the head, and the thick black-rimmed glasses, don't look any different from usual.Lin Zhihui paid attention to Assistant Yao's hand, but he didn't see rings or other decorations that might make her feel better.

After bringing Lin Zhihui into Ye Anrong's office, Assistant Yao quickly returned with a tray: "Mr. Ye's meeting will end in 10 minutes. She asked you to wait here for a while."

As she spoke, she held the tray with her right hand, and put the coffee cup with her left hand on the coffee table in front of Lin Zhihui.

Lin Zhihui restrained his face slightly, and nodded slightly to Assistant Yao.

Assistant Yao backed out, and Lin Zhihui looked at the gently closed door with deep thought in his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, people are used to holding the tray with their left hand and putting the cup with their right hand, but he can be sure that Assistant Yao is not left-handed.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Zhihui stood up and walked back and forth in the huge office, his eyes scanning every place inch by inch.

There is nothing special about Ye Anrong's office. There is a desk, bookshelf, sofa, and all the necessary facilities. There is also a small lounge next to it, but there are no small decorations or knick-knacks that match her style. Personal items.

Lin Zhihui looked inside and out, but didn't find anything extra in the house. His eyes swept over the huge French windows that occupied the entire wall, and Lin Zhihui walked over.

When he passed the desk, he paused, and reached out to pick up the pink box that was pressed under the folder, with only one corner exposed.

It was a square paper box with a very shallow bottom. The transparent wrapping paper was unpacked, and there were five round candles of different colors inside, and there was an empty seat.

Lin Zhihui did know that this should be a kind of scented candle, which is very popular among little girls, but it is not like Ye Anrong's taste. His eyes moved on the desk, and soon on the mobile filing cabinet next to him, he saw a Burnt dark purple candle.

(End of this chapter)