After death with the master

Ning Sui looked down at Zhou He's sleeve robe which was blown up by the wind, and the black and golden cranes were flying with the wind.

As the Guiling Sutra was read to the end, Zhou He also had a circle of golden scriptures lingering around his body.

It was the first time that Ning Sui's eyelashes moved other than when they blinked.

It trembled slightly.

When Zhou He read the last scripture, he looked back at Ning Sui as if he had sensed something.

The mild gentleness on the man's face turned into a smile the moment he saw Ning Sui, even his brows and eyes were raised.

And the scriptures circulating around him also drifted towards Yusu.

Ning Sui heard a few brats behind him murmuring: "Master Zhou is really like a god..."

A rare thought came to his mind.

It does.

From the first time he saw Zhou He, he felt that Zhou He should not be entangled by this world.

Even if he has seen him call "stupid" and "stupid", he is still the god who is not stained with mortal dust.

not like him.

Ning Sui lowered his eyes.

Then Yu Su bowed her hands towards them, and greeted her disappearance with a calm expression.

And then this illusion was disappeared little by little.

It happened to be slightly bright.

The gray-blue light shrouded the ruined theatre, and the dead leaves everywhere and the rotten and dull smell in the air made his heart sink heavily.

They left the illusion.

I don't know which family's chickens started to crow, driving the other family's chickens together, superimposed one after another, these boys were not disturbed like Qingmeng and scolded under the quilt like before, but hugged each other Almost weeping with joy: "I thought I was going to die in there... I thought I was going to die..."

It was because they were crying a little too loudly, which made Ning Sui turn his head to look at them.

Xuanshi looks glamorous, and a powerful Xuanshi can live for 200 years, but in fact this is an industry that puts his head on the tip of a knife and dances.

It is true that there are good and bad monsters, but there are always fierce ghosts and unjust souls who have lost their minds, and there are always monsters who cultivate by sucking people's energy, yang energy, or even eating the flesh and blood of mysterious masters.

Not to mention the charm that needs to rely on continuous thought power, and after the thought power is cut off, it can only survive by sucking the essence of the mysterious master.

Every mystic master knows this when he first started.

Some people retreated, but most of them stood in front of the evil spirits.

Maybe everyone has their own reasons and reasons, but they did not escape.

Most of these children who could perceive spiritual power did not escape their fate.

Even if they are really afraid of death

Zhou He looked at them, and said in a gentle voice, "Go back first, and leave the rest to us."

These Xuanmen disciples hesitated for a moment, and left one after another. Only the short Xuanshi asked hesitantly: "...Master Zhou, can I join you later? I want to know who killed Miss Yusu... Besides, I have formally become a teacher, after all, Tanzhou is the territory of the Taoist sect, if someone intentionally kills someone, I can help."

Xuanmen is the only sect of Xuanshi, and as a sect created by the royal family of Ning Dynasty, both the rules and the system are very perfect.

The education and courses here are not bad, but because the imperial court is involved, the class division is too obvious.Most of the profound masters in Xuanmen can intervene in the affairs of the court, only big or small.

Zhou He didn't care about this, and he knew that Ning Sui didn't care, so he nodded.

The short man hurriedly thanked him again, and then said: "My surname is Xie, and my single name is Mu. Then I will go back to the Taoist sect to prepare some talisman papers. If you find anything, ask Widow Chen to let me know."

He cupped his hands: "Thank you, Master Zhou."

After finishing speaking, the short man left with Zhou He's nod.

After the people left, Chen Widow said: "Brother Ning, I asked about Li Jincheng's east side earlier, and he left something for me at the inn... Maybe it has something to do with this matter."

Ning Sui didn't answer, and Widow Chen didn't care either: "He was the one who brought me to the Ewha Garden to listen to the opera before, and I think he has something to do with Miss Yusu."

"Then let's go back to where you stayed and see what he left for you." When Zhou He finished speaking, Tai Chi gossip lit up under his feet again.

Before Widow Chen could react, he saw a crack appear on their side. It was pitch black and could allow a person to pass through.

Ning Sui plunged in without looking back.

Widow Chen: "?"

He looked blankly at Ning Sui's disappearing back, and then he heard Zhou He say, "Go in."

Chen Widow went in with a dazed look on his face. After he went in, he looked again, and he was already in the alley in the west of the city.

Not far away is the bean curd stall of Aunt Wang's house.

Widow Chen: "???"

He was surprised when he saw Zhou He coming out from behind him, and casually said to Ning Sui: "When this matter is settled, go back to Wugui Mountain and get Xuefeng Wujinmu for you?"

Ning Sui's puppets were made in an illusion, and when the illusion disappeared, the puppets were gone.

That Xuefeng ebony wood is really rare, Piansheng Zhou He once took a few trees for him, and now a copy is sealed in Wugui Mountain.

This thing is strong, it is said to be wood, but in fact it is completely invulnerable, it can also carry a lot of spiritual power, and it can withstand tossing. Ning Sui likes to use this kind of wood to make puppets.

But he said calmly: "No need."

Zhou He looked at his calm side face and let out a sigh of relief.

The kid still didn't intend to let himself go.

Forget it.

Zhou He followed him out of the alley, and it was useless to be anxious now.

He is the only one who can take off the cassocks left and right on him.

If he really can't convince this little stubborn bull, Zhou He doesn't mind using special means.

Chen Widow rushed into the inn in a hurry and went to the counter. At this time, it was not yet full light, and there was no one in the inn, and Xiaoer was dozing off in front of the counter: "Where is the thing Li Jin left for me?"

Xiaoer hurriedly bent down to look for it: "But what's the matter? Master Chen, don't worry, I'll look for it..."

While talking, he looked at Chen Widow, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ning Sui who walked in unhurriedly, and the man following Ning Sui.

This made him stunned for a moment.

But what made him even more stunned was that the man raised his hand and twisted his ear, which made Ning Sui look up.

Ning Sui didn't say anything, didn't even frowned, but the man lowered his head to tease him: "What's the matter? Will you feel sorry for me?"

Ning Sui withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.

Xiao Erdun didn't move.

It was the first time he saw someone dare to talk to Master Ning like this.

Ning Master's aura and appearance were too aggressive.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Widow knocked on the table impatiently: "Hurry up, it's about human life!"

Hearing what Chen Widow said, Xiao Er no longer distracted to look at the two of them, and hurriedly lowered her head and continued to search.

At this time, Ning Sui and Zhou He also came to Chen Widow's side.

Zhou He's eyes turned around in the inn, and Chen Widow's heart tightened.

This inn is cheap, not magnificent, the guest rooms are barely clean and tidy, and the shopkeeper and the waiter are easy to talk to, these are the only advantages.

Before knowing his identity as Brother Ning, Widow Chen felt that it would be nice to have a place for people to sleep, especially compared to the man who was soaked like a water ghost fished out of the river on Qingming Day.

Now knowing that Ning Sui is that Master Ning, Widow Chen can't calm down and go on casually.

Just when he thought Zhou He was going to judge this old inn, Zhou He asked suddenly: "Do you know how to cook stone pot fish in your place?"

Chen Widow was in a trance: "...Huh?"

Zhou He rubbed his chin with his fingertips: "I ate the stone pot fish in Tanzhou once before, but that was a long time ago, and the restaurant should not be open now... If there is no stone pot fish, maybe it will be eaten recently. The raw smoked yellow croaker is also available?"

Widow Chen: "...?"

He hesitated for a moment: "Brother He, do you want to eat?"

"I won't be hungry." Zhou He twitched his fingers and said, "But since you have a taste with your mouth open, you can't feel wronged, can you?"

Chen Widow suddenly felt that Zhou He smelled of fireworks.

How can he look like Brother Ning...

Xiaoer turned out a package and handed it to Chen Widow, while smiling at Zhou He: "There are some, we have them in this store. Guest officer, do you want to go?"

Judging from his expression, Zhou He's heart was moved: "Well...let's wait until we finish this matter."

Now Xiao Er knew that he was also a mysterious master.

Widow Chen opened the package at the other end, and saw a delicate sandalwood box inside.

He thought it was an envelope or something, so he scratched his head in doubt and opened it.

Inside lay a white whistle-like thing with red silk thread on it.

Widow Chen was even more puzzled now.

He took it out and touched it in his hand: "It doesn't feel like ceramics, is this a whistle?"

Xiao Er glanced at it: "Is this a bone whistle? I see that a rich businessman bought this for his young master before. It is very precious. But the workmanship that Mr. Li left for you should be exquisite and more beautiful."

The bone whistle is creepy when you hear it.

What's more, Xuanshi is dealing with evil things, so he always thinks too much.

Then Xiao Er added: "Bone whistles are made of bird bones."

The chill in Chen Widow's heart disappeared immediately.

He played with it for a while: "Is it alive...? If it is alive..."

The young man pursed his lips, with a bit of unbearable expression on his face.

"Probably not." Xiao Er said, "Young Master Li is a very good man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Sui said lightly: "Put it down."

The two were stunned.

His voice is already cold and hard, and when it is emotionless, it makes people feel chills down the spine.

Chen Widow subconsciously put the bone whistle back into the box: "...Brother Ning, what's wrong?"

Ning Sui didn't speak, but just looked down at the bone cutting whistle, his dark eyes were still so devoid of emotion.

The gentleness in Zhou He's eyes was a bit cold: "It's nothing, it's just that this thing is not made of bird bones."

He didn't say what he said later, but Chen Widow is not a fool, he can make people like Ning Sui and Zhou He, I'm afraid they are not animal bones at all.

When Chen Widow looked at the beautiful bone whistle again, his hands and feet felt cold.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

It was Zhou He who asked him with his normal expression: "How did you tell that Mr. Li? How did he tell you?"

Chen Widow murmured: "I asked him if he knew about the recent accident in the east of the city... because his father was a mysterious teacher. Although he had died long ago, he was a famous Li teacher in Tanzhou. Get back to me, just say you'll show me something."

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