Strange Tales: The Yin-Yang Celestial Master

The two black suits walked straight towards Qi Buyang and Luo Lang. There was no one else on the road at this time, and they were obviously coming towards them.Qi Buyang took a step back vigilantly, and pulled Luo Lang again, but Luo Lang didn't move, so it seemed that he hid behind Luo Lang.

Two black suits stopped 50 meters away from them. After a while, two more came, one wearing sunglasses, and the other carefully supporting him.When the two black suits in front saw them, they all moved aside respectfully, and the sunglasses were pushed to the middle. It seemed that he was taking the lead.

Qi Buyang secretly observed the surrounding environment while staring at them, ready to do something, at this moment, the sunglasses took another step forward, Qi Buyang tensed his nerves immediately, but heard the other party yell: "Yangyang. "

He froze in place for a moment.

"Don't you remember me?" Sunglasses asked.

"Are you...?" Qi Buyang carefully looked at the man in suit and leather shoes with a cold expression in front of him. He always felt that the more he looked, the more familiar he looked. The answer seemed to be ready, but he just missed the point.

Sunglasses stood leaning over without urging, just patiently waiting for his memory.

"Don't think about it, he is still wearing sunglasses in broad daylight, he must not be a good person, even if he has seen it, he has seen it on the arrest warrant." Luo Lang said bluntly, he didn't have a good impression of this sunglasses, especially After that person called out "Yangyang".

After hearing this, the sunglasses were not annoyed, but retorted slowly: "If you don't wear sunglasses in broad daylight, do you have to wear sunglasses at night?"

Luo Lang didn't look at him at all, turned directly to Qi Buyang and said, "You see, he's still quibbling, there must be something wrong."

"..." The forehead of the sunglasses jumped, and his hands were naturally clasped in front of him.

This action gave Qi Buyang a sense of familiarity, which is not the first time this feeling has appeared - black suit, silk thread, copper coins, celestial master, a man who likes to hold his hands in front of him, call him Yangyang...

"Uncle Lin! You are that Uncle Lin from the Lin family!"

The sunglasses finally revealed a faint smile that could be called a smile, and he raised his hand to take off his glasses, "That's right, I am the current head of the Lin family, Lin Huaigan."

Without the cover of the sunglasses, he could see his whole face clearly. Although he looked younger, he could still see the traces of weathering. He was about 30 years old, his complexion was fair, and there was a gloomy feeling between his brows.The most special thing is his eyes, the color of the pupils is much lighter than that of ordinary people, it is close to gray, and it is not the color of a foreigner, but like the color of a person with black eyes that fades after aging.

In my impression, his eyes seem to be normal black eyes... Qi Buyang recalled with some doubts.

"My eyes are not very good, and I am easily stimulated by light, and it gradually became like this." Lin Huaigan explained to himself, and raised the sunglasses in his hand: "So I must wear these when going out during the day." His gray eyes He kept staring at Qi Buyang, as if reluctant to take his gaze away from him, "Yangyang, long time no see, you have grown up."

Qi Buyang smiled shyly.

"You were only this tall before." Lin Huaigan gestured with his hands, "Now you're a big boy, and you look more and more like your mother."

When Qi Buyang mentioned his mother who died young, Qi Buyang felt a little sad, so he could only force a smile, and when he wanted to change the topic, Luo Lang pulled him away.

"Where is Uncle Lin from?" Luo Lang asked him unhappily.

Qi Buyang explained in a low voice: "He is from the Lin family, and he is a good friend with my mother. He often came to our house when I was young."

"Lin?"

"It's another family of celestial masters similar to the Qi family. Their family seems to stipulate that they must wear black suits, and they use copper coins strung on silk threads as weapons... By the way! Uncle Lin, we met the Lin family nearby last week. People..." Qi Buyang wanted to ask what was going on, but before he finished speaking, Lin Huaigan nodded and said, "I just wanted to talk about this. I only found out about it a few days ago. They told me that they saw it in broad daylight. A celestial master and a ghost walked together, and there seemed to be reporters beside him. I was worried that someone would break the rules, so I did it. When I heard the description, I thought that the celestial master might be you. It’s probably because they made a mistake. I’m so sorry. Ah, I was negligent."

Now that everyone has apologized, Qi Buyang can't pursue it any further, he waved his hand to express that it's okay, but Luo Lang was dissatisfied, "Your person hurt him, so just apologize?"

When Lin Huaigan heard this, he was very flustered: "Yangyang was injured? Why didn't they tell me where was the injury? Is it serious?"

Qi Buyang quickly said: "It's just a little scratch, it's healed now."

"That's good." Lin Huaigan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then a glint of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he assured Qi Buyang: "I will definitely punish those who don't know how to measure themselves."

"No need for this..." Before Qi Buyang could finish speaking, Luo Lang continued, "Is this enough? He's bleeding."

Lin Huaigan looked at Qi Buyang, "Yangyang, who is this?"

"He is Mr. Luo, our distinguished guest, he is here..."

"I know." Lin Huaiqian interrupted him, and looked at Luo Lang again, "Then what do you want?"

"Promise me a few conditions."

Lin Huaigan's gray eyes flashed, "Yes."

"Don't call him 'Yangyang' again."

"Hey! Mr. Luo!" Qi Buyang wanted to remind him not to get nervous in front of outsiders, but Luo Lang completely ignored him.

"That's what I called him since I was a child, what else should I call him?"

"That's none of my business, think for yourself."

"……All right."

"Don't make up his mind." Luo Lang hugged Qi Buyang possessively in front of him, and added: "I mean any aspect."

The two looked at each other, Lin Huaiqian tensed the lines of his face, his gray eyes remained motionless.After a while, he turned his head and asked Qi Buyang: "Is there something wrong with him?"

"...Mr. Luo, watch less detective movies in the future."

"Why?" Luo Lang was puzzled, "That is the only thing that can prove that your human brains are not just for display."

"..." Qi Buyang simply ignored him, and asked Lin Huaigan directly: "Uncle Lin, why did you come here?" The Qi family in this city must be notified here, but Qi Buyang has not received the notification.

"Come and see you. I haven't been here for so many years. You are 17 years old. Let me celebrate your birthday with you." Lin Huaigan said, "I didn't know you were already in charge, so I told your grandfather."

"How long are you going to stay this time?"

"Maybe a little longer, at least after your birthday."

I don’t know if I’m still around after my birthday... Qi Buyang couldn’t help thinking in his heart.But before the age of 17, he was very happy to see the uncle he liked very much when he was a child. In his memory, Uncle Lin was always very gentle to him, would talk to him softly, hug him to pick the fruit on the tree, and accompany him in his hometown. Wandering around in the house, although he only came once in a while, every time he came, he was very happy.

This way there will be no regrets.

Qi Buyang quietly clenched the jade pendant on his chest, the cracks on it seemed to have increased again.

...

Back at Qi's house, Qi Buyang did receive a call from his grandfather, and Old Monster Qi told him on the phone to treat Lin Huaigan well.Qi Buyang agreed, but the other side was silent for a long time, and then said: "Buyang, your birthday is these two days, right?"

"Ah."

"I have bad legs and feet recently, so I won't come here, let Xiaoqi get you some delicious food."

"...Hmm." Qi Buyang felt a sense of loss when he heard the news. This might be his last birthday. Could it be that he won't even see his grandpa for the last time?He secretly planned to ask Luo Lang to take him back to see his master after his birthday was over, and then return the original soul to him. He should agree to this request, right?

"Bu Yang, listen carefully," Grandpa's steady voice came through the receiver, "Don't be afraid, Grandpa won't let you die."

Qi Buyang hugged the receiver and nodded, then remembered that grandpa would not be able to see him, so he quickly responded and asked the old man to take care of himself.After hanging up the phone, his restless heart seemed to calm down a bit. Although he was not afraid of death, too many things had happened recently, which made him a little overwhelmed.Grandpa's words are like when I was a child, thinking of my parents who couldn't help hiding in the corner and wiping tears secretly, the pair of old and firm big hands on the top of the head, it is reassuring.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was Qi Buyang's 17th birthday.

As a birthday star, he didn't realize that today was that important day when he woke up in the morning, until he finished meditation and breath adjustment. Although he already knew that this set of exercises was not effective, the habit he had developed since childhood was still not abolished.When he walked out of the room, he realized that the whole Qi family was busy.The servants ran in and out, and the maids who usually liked to pester him for a while to laugh and laugh, saw him today and just shouted "Hello, young master" and ran away non-stop.

Qi's house was tidied up and down, even the yard was cleaned up, as if some happy event was about to happen, but no smiles could be seen on people's faces, and no one was joking around, just concentrating on being themselves Everyone who passed by Qi Buyang greeted him with abnormal loud smiles, sometimes hesitant to say something, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t say it, and the whole house was filled with a strange atmosphere of lively and depressing.

Qi Buyang nodded to everyone calmly, he knew in his heart that these servants who had worked at home for more than ten years probably knew about their affairs, but they didn't know what Butler Qi told them.When passing by the kitchen, he saw Butler Qi, who hadn't done anything for many years, was rolling up his sleeves and preparing carefully on the chopping board.The servants all knew that the butler wanted to give the young master a perfect birthday party. This was the young master's first birthday, and it might also be the last time.

Qi Buyang didn't bother them, he was looking for Luo Lang, and wanted to discuss with him about going to see his grandfather for the last time, but he ran all over the yard and found no sign of Luo Lang.After waiting for 17 years, where did he go?

Just when Qi Buyang was thinking hard, Lin Huaigan came, still accompanied by a black suit, so as to help the head of the family who had bad eyesight during the day.

"Xiaoyang, come and see the gift I gave you." Lin Huaigan took out a delicate box from his pocket while taking off his sunglasses.As long as he talks to Qi Buyang, he will take off his sunglasses, and no one except Qi Buyang has this treatment.

Inside the box is a string of ebony beads, as soon as you open it, you can smell the quiet woody fragrance. The beads are all round and plump, black and shiny, with impeccable texture and workmanship. This string of beads must be very expensive.But Lin Huaigan didn't show any special expression, he just picked up the beads casually, like a string of ordinary wooden beads, and then raised Qi Buyang's hand, "Let me put it on for you, this is a rare The antiques are very spiritual, and wearing them is good for the body."

The wooden beads are warm and cool, and they are very comfortable to stick to the skin. When Qi Buyang raised his head, he met Lin Huaigan's eyes. Those gray eyes were staring at him, the eyes were extremely gentle, and even had a bit of longing.Such Uncle Lin seems to be the same as when he was a child, but somehow different, Qi Buyang always feels that Lin Huaigan is not looking at him, but looking at a certain person through him.

The wrist was grasped more and more tightly, Qi Buyang said "thank you" in a low voice, frowned and withdrew his hand, Lin Huaigan woke up like a dream, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Xiao Yang, you have to be careful of that Luo Lang." He reminded, seeing Qi Buyang looking at him in confusion, he explained: "That Luo Lang is not an ordinary person, nor is he a good person."

"I know." Qi Buyang said lightly.

This reaction did not seem to be what Lin Huaiqian expected. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "I already know about the 17-year agreement, and today is the expiration date. You have to be careful of him, he may attack you at any time." You do it."

"Mr. Luo will definitely tell me if he takes back his original soul." Qi Buyang said firmly: "And I voluntarily returned it to him. If you heard about this matter from your grandfather, Uncle Lin, then you should know about it. "

Lin Huaigan's eyes were full of worry and suspicion, "How do you know he will tell you?"

Qi Buyang smiled slightly, "Because we are friends."

"Heh," Lin Huaiqian sneered, "he's not someone who knows how to make friends."

"I believe in him."

"Xiaoyang, you are still young, don't just trust him after listening to a few good words from him."

Qi Buyang shook his head, "Mr. Luo didn't say anything." He pointed to his chest, "Here told me, his original soul is here."

"Xiaoyang..."

"Uncle Lin, the food is almost ready, go and eat, Uncle Qi is cooking by himself today! I'll go get something first, and I'll be here soon." After Qi Buyang finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Lin Huaigan to say anything else However, he didn't know that the other party's eyes kept looking at his back until they disappeared. There were many unspeakable emotions intertwined in those gray eyes.

On this day, until the end of dinner, the sky was completely dark, and Luo Lang did not come back.Butler Qi originally planned to personally go to Qi Buyang's room to guard against Luo Lang's sudden attack, but Qi Buyang refused.After repeatedly promising to notify them before returning to the original soul, they persuaded the worried housekeeper Qi and Lin Huaigan to go back. Qi Buyang lay on the bed with his clothes looking at the ceiling.

He was waiting for Luo Lang, and he knew that Luo Lang would definitely come.

Sure enough, when Qi Buyang was about to fall asleep, a dark figure appeared at the door of the room.The long-haired tall black figure slowly walked in, melted into the darkness of the room, and appeared in front of the bed.

"Mr. Luo, you are back."

The black shadow moved but did not speak.

Qi Buyang grabbed the corner of the quilt and said softly: "I want to ask you to tell me something..."

"Say."

"Before you get back the original soul, can...can you take me back to meet my grandpa... for the last time?"

The black shadow was silent for a while, and then a disdainful voice sounded: "What's so good about that old stubborn!"

"...This is the last request, isn't it okay?"

Hei Ying's long hair shook, and he suddenly turned over and jumped onto the bed, pressing on Qi Buyang's body. The distance between them was so close that there was almost no gap, and he could even feel the breath of the other party on his face.

"Call me." Sombra said.

"Mr. Luo?" Qi Buyang was a little confused.

"Not this!" There was obvious anxiety in the voice.

"...Lang, Lang?" Although it's not the first time he said it, Qi Buyang would blush every time he said these two words. Fortunately, it was very dark now. He looked directly above him and could only distinguish Luo Lang Heiliang's eyes, and a strange red light looming in those eyes.

Luo Lang was in a very bad mood today, because he found that he had endured boredom and looked forward to the fun for 17 years, but on the day when it came true, he lost all interest.He originally wanted to take away the original soul early in the morning, and then leave gracefully, but when he stood in front of Qi Buyang's bed and looked at his sleeping face, he couldn't do anything.Not only that, as long as he thinks that Qi Buyang may die after the original soul is taken away, or become a walking corpse with a broken soul, he will never be able to call him as vigorously as he is now: "Mr. Luo!" The tone is stuffy, and there will be no fun in the days to come.

He didn't know what was going on, and before he figured it out, his body had already acted first—for a whole day, he rummaged through all the things in Qi Buyang's treasure house, hoping to find a method that would be useful to Qi Buyang. But he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked, the more he couldn't find it, the more irritable he became. On the one hand, he was puzzled by his behavior, and on the other hand, he was doing his best to do this thing that he didn't understand at all.

In the end, after searching for a day, he finally came back empty-handed, with nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, but when he heard Qi Buyang stammered the phrase "Langlang", the depression that was about to explode disappeared without a trace , just like they came inexplicably, and now they are gone inexplicably.

After staring at each other in silence for a long time, even the slight sound of breathing could be clearly heard, the red light in Luo Lang's eyes slowly faded, he pinched Qi Buyang's face gropingly, then lifted the quilt and got in, arching After a long time, he finally dragged Qi Buyang into his arms and strangled him tightly.This is the feeling, relaxed and satisfying, making people reluctant to let go, Luo Lang rubbed his head in his arms in satisfaction, and ordered: "Sleep!"

Qi Buyang stood upright for a while, seeing that he was really quiet, he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Luo, my grandfather..."

"To shut up!"

"Then... your original soul..."

"Tell you to shut up!"

"...