Master Xiao thinks about those years

The words fell like lightning strikes.

The talisman was torn apart.

How angry he was just now, how shocked he will be now.

He stood there blankly, chewing on the words Zuo Xiang said.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Fu Nian remained silent for a long time, Zuo Xiang couldn't help asking.

Fu Nian was stunned, and finally looked up at him: "You, really... saw it?"

"The subordinates see it clearly. They can't be wrong. That person looks exactly like Mo Qing."

When Zuo Xiang was speaking, there was a firm light in his eyes, as if he was afraid that the words would not be believed.

Do you believe it?

What reason does he not believe?

The overwhelming ecstasy had overwhelmed him, Fu Nian stretched his knuckles, took two steps back, sat in the chair, feeling the buzzing in his head.

But if Zuo Xiang really saw Mo Qing, what happened to the corpse he carried back earlier?

The candle flame flickered on the lamp holder, and it became brighter and brighter in the dim light.

Fu Nian was soaked in this brilliance, covering his whole body with a layer of soft light.

After a long while, his throat was throbbing, and he suppressed and opened his mouth: "What else did you see? His words and deeds... are the same as Mo Qing?"

"Well. You can't tell by his words and deeds, because I'm far away, and I seldom see him speak."

Zuo Xiang's words were like a torrent, every word in his ears could wash away all his thoughts.

Rune Nian was submerged in this torrent, and wandered in despair for a long time before recalling his reason.

Then, he asked the most crucial information: "Where are the two of them?"

"It's not far away, it's in a small yard at the foot of the mountain."

Zuo Xiang answered without hesitation, and Fu Nian couldn't ask anything after thinking about it, but for a while he was unwilling to leave Zuo Xiang, as if he was the only messenger.

So Zuo Xiang knelt on the spot silently in a daze, waited for a long time before he heard the order from Fu Nian to let him go out.

The hall door opened and closed, and only Fu Nian was left in the cold and spacious hall.

He was still sitting in the wooden chair, grasping the edge of the wooden chair with his hands, and clenched his fingers tightly.The peach blossom eyes are bright and dark in the dark.

A mood of joy and suspicion enveloped him.

He didn't dare to be too happy, fearing it would be fake.

It is impossible for two people in this world to have the same face, Fu Nian folded his hands, thumbs mosuo.

A gust of wind whizzed past, his mind buzzed, and suddenly recalled a feeling of icy cold.

Suddenly, he thought of something, immediately sat up from the chair, and pushed the door to the outside.

The howling cold wind hit his face head-on, it was chilly, but Fu Nian felt his whole body was very hot.He walked quickly through the verandah, turned a few turns, and came to Yuehua Terrace.

Putting his long fingers on the window lattice, he paused with his fingertips. Hearing the sound of snow falling in his ears, he hesitated for a while, and finally pushed the door open.

Stepping into the hall, the lights on the candlesticks were suddenly lit up, and Fu Nian shuttled around in the dim light, and within a short while, he came to the side of the bed.

Zhu Hong was covered with a quilt, and the person on the bed was lying peacefully with his eyes closed.There was a faint white light lingering around him.This Zeng ray is a blessing technique set by the rune, which can guarantee that the corpse will not be corrupted within a certain period of time.

This spell cannot be removed easily, and removing it will speed up the destruction of the corpse.

If it was normal, Fu Nian would leave after taking a few glances.But now Fu Nian sensed something was wrong.After stopping for a while, he waved his hand and destroyed all the spells.Then he summoned the red fire and burned it towards the silent corpse on the bed.

Flames jumped, and in the orange-red scorching light, the limbs of the sleeping person slowly shrunk, starting to shrink toward the center from head to toe.In the end, the corpse lying on the clothes turned into a rag doll the size of a palm.

In an instant, the fire in Fu Nian's hand disappeared.

He looked at the rag doll lying on the bed, his brows and eyes were full of joy and annoyance, no, there was a trace of resentment on his brows.

It's a "dummy" technique!

The one lying on the bed was not Mo Qing at all, but a "dummy" technique.

The "dummy" technique, as the name suggests, is to replace the real body with a rough dummy, and apply magic to make the dummy look like a real person.

However, because it is difficult for a dummy to maintain the demeanor and behavior of a real person, this technique can only be used on dead bodies or sleeping people.Moreover, the chests of people created by dummy techniques are always different from the coldness of ordinary people.

Before, when Fu Nian was changing clothes for "Mo Qing", he felt it, but at that time, Fu Nian was in a state of confusion, so he didn't think much about it.

The dummy technique originated from folk funerals, and it is heresy. It has disappeared in recent years.

Most people in the world don't know the "dummy" technique, but Fu Nian does.Because his subordinate Zuo Xiang is best at this "dummy" technique.

So this way...

The one Meng Huan raised at the foot of the mountain is the real Mo Qing!

Fu Nian stared blankly at the "dummy" doll on the bed, mixed with joy and anxiety.

But, wasn't he pierced by thousands of arrows back then?

Was the situation wrong at the beginning, or...was there someone who saved him?

Since he was alive, why did he hide it from him?

Fu Nian's mind was in a mess, and he wished he could turn into a bird and fly down the mountain to find out.But the mood of lost and found is warning him.

Let him not act rashly.

If he is too impulsive, he is afraid that some things will disappear.

With the excitement in his heart, he neither sat nor stood.

After a while, he went back to his bedroom and waited for Meng Huan to come back.Maybe it was joy that washed away everything, but when he saw that familiar figure appearing in the dim night, Fu Nian actually felt that Jue Meng Huan's appearance was a little cute.

Everything you hate has a reason to love it.

That night, Fu Nian was lying on the bed, still unable to sleep all night, but his mood changed from depression to lightness.

The next day, the sky was cold, and the Cangshan Mountain was covered with white snow, and a thin layer of icicles formed on the dead wood branches.

Fu Nian abandoned the stove in the bedroom, and walked down the corridor wearing a black fox fur cloak. Through the wind and snow, she came to Meng Huan's Yuxing Pavilion for the first time.

There were two guards standing in front of the palace. When they saw Fu Nian, their faces immediately showed the expression of seeing a ghost.

"Respect—"

The two guards were trembling and were about to speak out, but Fu Nian raised his right hand to signal them to be silent.

So, the two people in front of the door obediently shut their mouths, but their hearts were not at peace.

The whole Ye Xingyuan knew that their lord would never come to this young lord's Yuxing Pavilion if he had nothing to do, if he came, he would either ask the teacher to ask the crime, or something would happen.

And if something happens, those guards will probably suffer along with it.

So now seeing Fu Nian pushing the door open, both of them glanced into the room openly and secretly, fearing that a thunder would explode the next moment and blow them to pieces.

Runes enter.The guards saw the vermilion palace door open in front of them, and the scene in the palace appeared, and the wooden door closed again with a "snap".

"Master, brother, you, why are you here..."

In the hall, Meng Huan was sitting in front of the desk and fiddled with some bottles and jars. When he saw the intruding talisman, his expression changed. He hid the bottles and jars behind the book while laughing awkwardly.

Fu Nian naturally knew in his heart that he was tricky. If it was normal, he would have slapped him on the table long ago, but now it is different.

Now... this trick is about Mo Qing...

Don't treat Meng Huan badly...

What if he doesn't tell the truth?

Thinking of this, Fu Nian glanced at Meng Huan calmly, and sat down opposite him as usual.

"I have nothing to do when I'm free, so I'll come to your place and sit down."

Fu Nian said this sentence like a normal person, but he felt a strong sense of disobedience as soon as the words came out.

Would he come to sit with Meng Huan when he had nothing to do?Who believes it?

Fu Nian glanced at Meng Huan with some guilt, and sure enough, he saw strange suspicion in the corners of Meng Huan's brows and eyes.

"Hey, you don't mind, I'm just on a whim..."

Sitting at the desk, Fu Nian added solemnly, and concealedly picked up a white jade paperweight on the table with one hand.

"It's rare for senior brother to come to sit here, I welcome it."

The weirdness faded from Meng Huan's face, and his face changed into a kind of gentle peace.He retreated to the side as if inadvertently, pushing the bottles and cans covered by the book more secretly.

Fu Nian's face remained motionless, and from the corner of his eye he could see all of Meng Huan's small movements.

He sneered in his heart, and his face was gentle: "You are in the temple these days, are you writing meekly?"

"Ah...yes, I'm...reading "Strange Records" and "Water Quality Classic" now."

There was a trace of hesitation in Meng Huan's answer.

Fu Nian smiled and squinted his eyes: "Then...are there any other activities?"

"No more." Meng Huan lowered his head and replied without hesitation: "Senior brother, you also know that I don't like to go out, and I can only do these things to pass the time when I stay in Yexingyuan."

"Oh...you really...don't like going out."

Fu Nian smiled, watching Meng Huan speak clearly.

Meng Huan suddenly felt a little weird, and couldn't explain why he glanced at the bottles and cans at the foot of the table. After making sure that Fu Nian hadn't found it, he met Fu Nian's eyes safely.

Fu Nian sat for a while, and after Meng Huan resolutely rejected his repeated insinuations, he opened the door and walked out with a gloomy expression on his face.

The two guards at the door lowered their heads in fear when they heard the door opening.

The drums of rain were beating in my heart, and I was ready to accept the storm of the lord.

"you two--"

Sure enough, Fu Nian spoke, and the guard's hands were trembling, thinking of Amitabha Buddha in his heart, but what he heard the next moment was—"You two take good care of the young master"

Two guards:? ?

What's going on, something's wrong...

The two guards felt that Fu Nian must have not finished speaking, so they lowered their heads and continued to wait.After waiting for a while, I raised my head tentatively, only to find that there was nothing in front of me, and the Fu Nian had left at some point...

Just... let's go...

When Fu Nian came out of Yuxing Pavilion, he didn't ask a word, but he was really angry.

But he dared not send it.

He had to rely on Meng Huan to find Moqing at night.

At this critical moment, it was natural not to mow grass, which startled the snake Meng Huan.

However, the time at night was extremely difficult. Fu Nian sat in the dormitory, fiddling with the fire for a while, and fiddled with the scrolls on the shelf for a while.

Bumping around like a headless chicken, even Zuo Xiang, who was waiting at the side, peeked at him and saw that something was wrong with the blood lord.

"My lord... how about you take a rest?"

The night finally came, Zuo Xiang couldn't bear it anymore, looked at Fu Nian who was destroying a potted orchid in the hall and opened his mouth.

Hearing this, Fu Nian obediently stopped rubbing the stems and leaves of the orchid. After a long pause, he realized the offense.

"Whether I rest or not, is none of your business?"

Fu Nian's eyes were fierce, and Zuo Xiang, who was standing by the side, immediately lowered his head obediently.

Like a mouse meeting a cat.

"Just do your job well, don't come—"

"My lord, come out."

Fu Nian was interrupted halfway through his speech.

He looked at Zuo Jian with some displeasure: "Did I let you talk? What came out?"

"My lord...it's the young master...the young master has come out..."

Zuo Xiang kept complaining, and replied cautiously.The slight words fell into Fu Nian's ears, making him tremble for a while.

He froze on the spot and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"My lord, the young master is about to leave, we...don't follow?"

In an instant, Meng Huan was about to merge into the night, and the talisman didn't move, Zuo Xiang could only feel anxious.

He knew that his lord had lost his mind by himself, and when he came back to his senses after a while, he found that Meng Huan had gone, and he was definitely the one who scolded him.

He was at his wit's end, only to see a sudden black flash in front of him, and when he looked again, there was no sign of a symbol in front of him.

Only one simple and sharp word resounded in my ears.

"Chase!"