Warm Funeral Home

There was some light rain in the sky during the day.

After the rain, the setting sun shines the sunset glow into the windows of people's houses. After being filtered by the leaves, the broken light occasionally falls and sways with the breeze.

The weather is much cooler, and Yunchan happens to be at home on vacation.

There was only dim sunlight in the room, and the two of them and the cat were in between, neither talking.

Yuan Zhaoqing held his breath and concentrated, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his knees resting on his long piano that never left his body.

For a moment, Yuan Zhaoqing solemnly raised his right hand.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a hand of an ordinary young man.

But if you look closely, you will find that the pads of each finger of the boy's hands are covered with a thin layer of calluses.It's not like ordinary seventeen or eighteen-year-old people.

However, Yun Chan, who was standing aside, could feel the power contained in those hands.

Like pulling a thousand catties four or two times, Yuan Zhaoqing's fingers started to move!

"Zheng!" The first sound!

Deafening!

At the same time, fine powder dust fell from the old ceiling.Yun Chan suddenly felt an uncontrollable vibration, and inadvertently supported the wall with his right hand.

Yuan Zhaoqing just swiped his finger lightly, but it produced such a huge force...why?Is it due to the so-called spell?

However, Yuan Zhaoqing didn't stop, the strings in his hands were like a handy weapon, let him fiddle with them like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Wave after wave of sound attacked Yuan Zhaoqing's surroundings, as if he was killing the devil hidden in the air!

Yun Chan was counting, and after playing eleven times, Yuan Zhaoqing finally restrained his breath and stopped the movements of his hands.

At this time, the black cat got out from nowhere, and couldn't help sneezing at the smell of dust.

"Meow~" Beautiful man, drive this man away!

This meow was full of sorrow and dissatisfaction.

Touching the black cat's soft fur, Yun Chan's inner shock began to diminish, replaced by deeper curiosity.

Yuan Zhaoqing put the Changqin aside and stood up.

Glancing at Yun Chan, he said: "Qi, transported to the fingertips, you can play."

"Qi, what is it?" Yun Chan asked.

"Meow~" Don't ask, let him take his strange things away!

Yuan Zhaoqing explained: "This is different from internal martial arts. Qi is not strength. It is a kind of breath, which travels in the veins of the human body. For most people who practice Taoism, learning to use Qi is the most important thing. It is necessary. Feeling the Qi is the basic skill for the beginning of Taoism, and the fingertip Qi is the basic of the basics."

"It will take at least a month for those with excellent talents to feel Qi. As for those stupid people, I am afraid that they will never have the chance to practice Taoism in this life."

Yun Chan asked: "How long will it take you?"

Yuan Zhaoqing let go of his serious expression and said confidently: "46 and a half days."

Yun Chan was silent.

Yuan Zhaoqing continued: "Of course, it is definitely not enough to use the human body as a container for qi. Therefore, people who practice Taoism often look for some stabilizers to carry and use these qi. My stabilizer is this Changqin."

Yun Chan looked thoughtfully at the Changqin standing beside him.

Yuan Zhaoqing: "When people and tools are combined into one, they can exert the greatest effect."

Yun Chan was thinking seriously, and raised questions without hesitation.

"People who practice the Tao must have external objects as the carrier of Qi?"

"There are no absolutes in the world." Yuan Zhaoqing replied: "But most people do."

Yun Chan wanted to continue to ask something, but in a blink of an eye, he saw Yuan Zhaoqing and covered his heart, with a painful expression on his face.

"Yun Chan, I have to leave first." Yuan Zhaoqing said suddenly.

After speaking, he left without looking back.

"Meow~" The man finally left.The black cat ran to the door worriedly to see if he had left.

"Meow~" he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Chan patted the head of the black cat, looked at the back of Yuan Zhaoqing leaving in a hurry, and thought about the "Qi" Yuan Zhaoqing said just now.

For a moment, the ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, who are you?"

The call is from an unknown number in this city.

"Brother Yun, it's me, Lao Kang, Kang Qiansheng!"

Lao Kang has many nicknames. Some people call him Kang Dafa, but most people call him Lao Kang.So much so that people almost forgot his real name, even though this name is very inconsistent with his temperament and image.

"What's the matter?" Yun Chan asked bluntly.

"Oh, huh," Lao Kang on the other end of the phone smiled a little embarrassedly: "The blue pendant you showed me yesterday, I wondered where I saw it, but I couldn't remember it, oh, Oh, I remembered, look at my memory, my dad used to have one of these things, I want to ask if you still have one, I’m so good to remember it!”

Anyone who understands this statement will know it is false as soon as they hear it. Even Lao Kang himself said that this is a rare thing, so how could it be possible to get it right away?

But since he can tell you that what he said is a lie, then he has another intention.

Lao Kang, although he is carefree at ordinary times, and Lao Zhang and Lao Li in the funeral parlor are a little bit gossip.But he is also decent and generous, and people can't find any big mistakes.

Yun Chan didn't have a bad impression of him, and even trusted this half-aged old man somewhat inexplicably.

So he confessed: "This thing was given to me by someone else."

"Whoever gave it to me, I can ask him for one too!" Lao Kang grinned.

"Xinmang Sect." Yun Chan said.

Lao Kang was silent and stopped talking.After a few seconds, he said, "I've never heard of it! Where did it come from!"

"It's Yuan Zhaoyin, who gave it to me."

"Yuanjia!" Lao Kang blurted out.And a little regretful.

Lao Kang took a deep breath, but still said it out, and said, "Xinmang Pai Yuanjia? Then you can't go wrong. Let me tell you, brother Yun. Although I said before that it is expensive, it is very useful to have it on your body." Yes, but I thought about it again, it’s better not to carry it on me!”

The fan on Lao Kang's side was whistling, and it could be felt that he was a little anxious.

"Let me tell you, you don't know that there are more than a dozen Taoist priests from the Xinmang Sect family for three generations! For some reason, they died one after another year after year! Although his family is a Taoist, But it’s also weird, I heard that there are only two descendants of the direct line left now, they don’t know how to live or die, even if they don’t die, they might die one day! Don’t take what they give you!”

Yun Chan did not speak, always silent.

Not long ago, he was just an ordinary college student who dropped out of school and went back to his hometown to find a job where he didn't have to deal with too many people.

Maybe it's because I've seen a lot of dead people, so some ghosts and monsters came to the door all at once.

Before, he always believed that the so-called ghosts he saw were just obsessions that some people could not take away after death.Now, a few real Taoist priests broke into his life, and even the ordinary-looking janitor talked to him about cultivating Taoism in a serious manner.

The impact on Yunchan is not small.

Lao Kang was still talking on the other end of the phone, but Yun Chan just stroked the cat in his arms and didn't speak.

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Xiaoyun Mountain in the suburbs.

Yuan Zhaoqing took the transparent gossip box and searched for Yuan Zhaoyin's trace all the way. The green fluorescence became more and more prosperous on the way to Xiaoyun Mountain.

Yuan Zhaoyin, with a refined temperament, stood on the edge of the cliff, with his hands behind his back, looking at the short mountain opposite.

Knowing that Yuan Zhaoqing was looking for him, he turned around.

"Are you willing to write back to me?" Yuan Zhaoyin asked Yuan Zhaoqing not far away.

"What's wrong with you?" Yuan Zhaoqing frowned.

He actually wanted to ask, what happened to you.

"It's nothing, it's nothing more than an unprovoked harassment by an unpopular brat."

Yuan Zhaoyin stood straight, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

"Not popular? Little ghost?" Yuan Zhaoqing sneered: "Don't you claim to be an expert outside the world, why can't you even beat a little ghost?"

Yuan Zhao smiled and said, "I just don't want to join the world. Maybe there are some tall people in the mountains, but it's not me."

He looked at his younger brother Yuan Zhaoqing with the eyes of an older brother doting on his younger brother, and the smile on his mouth was unsure if it was real or not.

Yuan Zhaoqing turned her head, "Since you are fine, then I will go."

He hates Yuan Zhaoyin's tolerant and magnanimous appearance the most, it's completely hypocritical!

This time Yuan Zhaoyin did not retain Yuan Zhaoqing.

What Yuan Zhaoqing, who was walking away, didn't know was that after he left, Yuan Zhaoyin seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood from his mouth.

Blood splashed on the gown, staining a large area red, Yuan Zhaoyin's gentle and elegant appearance before was no longer, only a distressed look remained.

He had a ferocious expression, the veins on his forehead popped out, and he said with low hatred, "Old dog Yan!"

The last time Yuan Zhaoqing suffered from Yan Ziqing and vomited a lot of blood, this time he came to S City, there is no reason not to pay back all the damage done to his brother who is ten years younger than him!

It's just that I haven't seen him for many years, but the old dog has become more and more arrogant.How could he escape without the dog? !How could he be his opponent without those paper money covered in burial mounds!

You know, his practice has lasted more than 30 years!

Fortunately, the old dog was also seriously injured by him, otherwise the debt would not be known how to recover!

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Although Hua Qingchuan couldn't use the mobile phone he bought for Yun Chan right away, he was also slowly groping for it.

Yes, fumble.

After all, he doesn't like to follow trends, as long as the old ones are still usable, he won't buy new ones when they come out. On the one hand, it's because living expenses were relatively tight when he was in college, and on the other hand, he's really not interested in these things.

Yet he takes the smartphone seriously.

Open the folder where the video was located, and found a video with Hua Qingchuan's stinky face on the cover.

Click to open.

It's a video made of photos from their high school days.

Play back scene after scene just like a movie.

There are group photos of spring outings and autumn outings, as well as their graduation photos, not many, a total of more than a dozen.

In the photo, he found the youthful Wei Shu and Wang Fan.

I also saw Hua Qingchuan and him in their youth standing together...

There is no photo of the two of them alone.

Maybe when I was studying, I felt that there is no need to be nostalgic when we are together all the time, but now I regret it.

After all, he only participated in half of Hua Qingchuan's youth.Now, he didn't even know if Hua Qingchuan could come back.

Yun Chan, who had always been calm, was agitated.

Anxious, restless...

In addition, there is even some inexplicable guilt.

Inexplicable guilt.

The author has something to say: I stayed up all night again. . .no. .i have to adjust