dirty stuff

Sheng Feng couldn't help thinking of the thin man who always appeared in his dreams these days. Since the red light protected his life, Sheng Feng could always find him in his dreams, but Sheng Feng never saw him. I passed his face, and I couldn't remember whether I had seen that person before.

Shen Yan took out something from his pocket, and then drew Sheng Feng's eyes back. It was the broken blood jade that he got from Chu Xiao.

Sheng Feng straightened up and was about to grab it: "What are you doing? Give it back to me!"

Shen Yan raised a smile: "Where did you get this ominous thing? Team Leader Sheng, you have dealt with us so-called dirty things all year round, and you have a heavy yin in your body, and you carry a thousand-year-old blood jade with you. Are you really planning to go to the underworld to report?"

Sheng Feng's annoyance wasn't that this person took the blood jade and didn't return it, but that this person actually went through things while he was asleep.

Shen Yan bullied himself down again: "You really are getting more and more interesting, Sheng Feng."

Sheng Feng snatched the blood jade in his hand, held it in his hand, got out of bed sideways to get rid of his shackles, silently arranged his half-uncovered clothes, put on a coat, and wrapped himself tightly real.

"The wound on my neck was born, not man-made."

Shen Yan's eyes were full of provocation first, and then endless playfulness.

Sheng Feng's tone was flat: "As for the red light, I don't know what it is or where it comes from, and after the red light was released, my body began to become weak for no reason, and even started to feel drowsy."

Shen Yan leaned against the wall, dangling from his mouth the cup of soybean milk that Sheng Feng had just given to drink.

Sheng Feng caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, even though he was not too thin-skinned, he still experienced what it means to become angry from embarrassment.

Shen Yan said lazily: "What about the blood jade? Where did you get this kind of thing? It's fine if you don't care about the jade I gave you, but you carry such an unlucky thing with you."

Sheng Feng sighed, and found that he still didn't have the talent to lie, let alone this old and cunning type, and he completely missed the truth in less than a week, so he had to tell Shen completely The origin of Yan's blood jade.

Shen Yan was playing with the blood jade in his hand, under the sunlight, the blood in the jade was clearly visible.

He said casually: "Jade is a good jade, and it can be regarded as a mediocre product at best in the Xiyi Realm, but if this thing has caught the eyes of Shibinu, there must be something unusual about it."

Sheng Feng: "This thing was dug out from Zhulongpo, and Zhulongpo used to be a mess of graves, and the number of dead buried in it was so numerous that there was no way to find it."

Shen Yan continued to hold the broken piece of jade, the texture was warm and refreshing, not like the ominous and ominous object in the legend.

Shen Yan suddenly let out a cry, and changed from a lying position to a sitting position: "Sheng Feng, come here and watch this."

Sheng Feng stepped up to him in two steps, and looked in the direction of his finger. Under the direct sunlight, a beautiful pattern faintly appeared in the center of the jade, which was more clearly seen in the sunlight. put the lotus.

Shen Yan murmured: "... Twin lotus flowers, I seem to have seen this pattern somewhere."

Sheng Feng looked at it in a daze, he was very familiar with this pattern.

The silver collar on the neck of the man in his dream was engraved with twin lotus flowers that were exactly the same as this jade!

But this time, Sheng Feng suppressed the beating of his heart, why could he dream of that person?That person is probably the owner of the jade, or the twin lotus is just a symbolic totem, and the person in the dream must have a great connection with this totem.

Sheng Feng tried his best to conceal his shock. He took out his mobile phone, pretended to be very calm and took a photo of the lotus on the jade, and then sent it to his master Huang Rongxin.

Huang Rongxin is joking and slovenly on weekdays, but he is actually a big man with a gully in his heart and mountains and rivers between his brows. He has a deep knowledge of Fengshui, gossip and other things, and he is especially good at drawing symbols and arranging arrays.

Huang Rongxin didn't know what he was busy with, and he finally replied when Shengfeng packed his things at noon and was about to board the long-distance bus home.

Shen Yan fell asleep in the car, and Sheng Feng took out his phone to read the reply carefully.

Huang Rongxin: "Which family's grave are you digging again, you little bastard?! Let me warn you, we are of the same lineage, maybe the ancestor is buried inside, you are not allowed to dig other people's grave!"

Sheng Feng replied: "I didn't dig anyone's ancestral grave. This was given to me by a friend, who said it was a thousand-year-old jade. Please help me see the patterns on it. Can you tell which dynasty it is from?"

Huang Rongxin became even more angry: "I told you to study hard before, but this time it's over, you're at your wit's end! You little bastard doesn't even know the stuff of the patriarch, so don't say he's my apprentice after you go out!"

Sheng Feng: "..."

Huang Rongxin: "Isn't this the twin lotus of Mengliang Yuchanfeng? When you first came to Guoan for training, I showed it to you, remember?"

Mengliang Yuchanfeng, as soon as the name came out, Shengfeng's memory from many years ago was awakened.Huang Rongxin was right, he had indeed shown Sheng Feng the ancient books and classics related to Mengliang Yuchanfeng when he was training.

In Mengliang more than 2000 years ago, there were hundreds of different Fengshui families, and "Yu Chanfeng" was one of them, and it was also the most famous family among the hundreds of families in Mengliang.

As a result, every time a severe drought and heat came, the Monarch of Mengliang would respectfully invite the master of Yuchanfeng to pray for rain and set up a battle. The weather in Mengliangguo has been smooth and the people are rich for years, and the monarch attributes this to Yuchanfeng. For a time, the scenery is infinite .

Huang Rongxin sent another message: "I am a little shocked that I can still see the totem of the twin lotus. This Fengshui sect, which has been famous for more than a hundred years, has not been remembered by many people."

Sheng Feng was puzzled: "Isn't Yuchanfeng left behind the technique you taught me?"

Huang Rongxin: "Of course not. The real Jade Chanfeng Formation was lost thousands of years ago. Ever since King Yan came to power and Yuchanfeng belonged to the imperial court, this sect has existed in name only. Afterwards, Yuchanfeng was copied and beheaded by everyone. A matter of time."

Sheng Feng was shocked: "Yu Chanfeng was copied and killed by everyone?! How could a sect that practiced Fengshui fall to the point of being copied and killed by everyone?"

Huang Rongxin smiled and said: "Yuchanfeng stands too close to the imperial power, and its reputation is comparable to that of the monarch. Naturally, King Yan wants to get rid of it quickly. However, it is recorded in the history books that Shen Zhuyao, the 30th suzerain of Yuchanfeng, conspired to rebel. It failed, so..."

Sheng Feng had never been interested in history. He had read through ancient books before, and he had never heard of the strange names in them, but now he suddenly found them more interesting.

Afterwards, Huang Rongxin began to speak abnormally: "Actually, I know a lot about this rebellious suzerain, but I don't know if you want to listen."

Sheng Feng rolled his big eyes: "It's tempting, don't worry about it."

Huang Rongxin seemed to have finally found a confidant, and instantly opened the chatterbox: "Don't, don't, can't you treat your master with a better attitude? In fact, it is only after the No. 30 suzerain took office that Yuchanfeng really became stronger. Shen Zhuyao is an aristocratic family who has passed down Fengshui and attained great accomplishments, even half of us were awarded the title of national teacher, but it's a pity that he made such a scum friend as Yan Wang, and the friendship when he was young is embarrassing!"

Sheng Feng couldn't help laughing. If his master Huang Rongxin's most disgusting historical figure was probably this Yan King of Mengliang, he didn't know how he offended him, and he didn't say anything good.

Shen Yan seemed to hear him laughing, turned over and continued to sleep, this car was no more comfortable than sleeping on the bed, Shen Yan simply shrunk into a ball and rubbed against Sheng Feng next to him, plunged into Sheng Feng's arms and did not move.

One arm of Sheng Feng was held tightly by him, and half of his body was pressed down by him. Sheng Feng really wanted to wake him up, but since many people around him were sleeping, he had to let this silly dog ​​sit next to him. Rubbing around.

Shen Yan seemed to be raving: "It's really soft."

At this moment, Sheng Feng can only grit his teeth.

There were many twists and turns when he came here, but it was smooth sailing when he went back. As soon as Sheng Feng was about to take his luggage home, he saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance of his corridor.

Sheng Feng waved at him: "Yan Ting, how do you know I'm coming back today?"

Yan Ting took the suitcase in his hand with a smile: "Ms. Huang called me, and I will come downstairs to your house immediately. I didn't expect you to arrive so early. You are ungrateful. I will send you a WeChat message to you." Still ignore me."

Suddenly, a voice came out: "Why does Team Leader Sheng have to reply to your WeChat?"

Sheng Feng almost forgot that there was a silly dog ​​who just woke up and was still angry behind him, and Shen Yan's hair was still a little messy in sleep, and he was talking like crazy just after getting out of the car.

Yan Ting looked at Shen Yan: "Who is this?"

Shen Yan's domineering arrogance was about to show again, Sheng Feng quickly pinched him to interrupt the output: "Colleagues, colleagues, I just joined Guoan not long ago."

Yan Ting snorted, "So it's an intern."

Shen Yan felt great disdain from the words, and his eyes became a little dangerous. Seeing this, Sheng Feng quickly smoothed things over, and Yan Ting helped him carry his luggage upstairs and into the house.

When he got home, Shen Yan's anger from getting up also dissipated a lot, but seeing that Yan Ting was not going well, he always felt that there was a cockroach in the clean and tidy room. He personally felt that some doormen could get out after finishing their job.

Sheng Feng went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot tea for Yan Ting, but there was no tea in the room, so he took apart the can of pekoe silver needles, but before it was poured, Shen Yan pulled it away.

Sheng Feng frowned: "What are you doing?"

Shen Yan: "Why let him drink my tea, wouldn't it be a waste for him to drink such good tea?"

Sheng Feng wanted to get the box of tea back: "He was my childhood friend, so don't be so hostile to him, besides, he was the one who brought my luggage up."

Shen Yan tightly hugged the tea in his hand: "Who cares about him carrying it? It's not because he ran over by himself and was willing to be the porter. I can still carry the luggage up for you by myself."

Sheng Feng Fu forehead, what kind of damned desire to win is this!