[comprehensive] superior skills

After half a year, the search for Ruan continued, and the 50 reward list was still hanging high on the most conspicuous task column of the private detective agency in Beijing.

On the day of the winter solstice, Jing Hao, who was presiding over a meeting at the company, suddenly received an anonymous call, saying that someone met a seemingly gentle girl of the same age in a certain coastal city.

Along with the phone call, there is also a clear half-length photo. In the photo, the person is squatting on the beach to pick up shells, with a faint smile on his face and two clear dimples at the corners of his mouth.

"It's her, it's gentleness!"

Jing Hao gritted his teeth and stared at the woman who appeared on the phone screen, "You have tried your best to hide for so long, but you still can't escape from my palm!"

"Ah Hao, are you going to find her?"

Jing Jiaojiao, that is, Lou Mingyue who is about to completely master this body, scolded: "Are you still thinking about her in your heart, so you can't forget her?"

"Don't you know whether I like her or not?"

Jing Hao sneered and said, "If it wasn't for Jiaojiao's sake, what would Wen Rou do if she died outside!"

Lou Mingyue frowned imperceptibly, now that her body and Jing Jiaojiao's body has almost completely merged, even if the body is returned, I'm afraid it will only leave the Jing family with a foolish person who doesn't even know what to do. She herself has to suffer a pain that is no less than skinning and tearing apart.

Unless you wait until Jing Jiaojiao loses all vitality and leaves naturally...

Thinking of Jing Xuan, who died only half a year ago, Lou Mingyue put aside this thought for now, and instead reminded: "Usually, we often run around for other people's words. In the end, we are still happy in vain? This is also to cheat money, so I don’t know how to synthesize a photo. Now that my parents value you very much, I’m afraid they won’t allow you to risk yourself for the sake of tenderness.”

"It doesn't matter, I have found an undeniable reason from my parents."

Jing Hao kissed Lou Mingyue's fingertips, and said softly: "It just so happens that there is a pearl farm in the south that produces good pearls and has reached a supply agreement with the company. I can use the excuse of a field trip to visit. Don't worry, I just Meet with the person who provided clues in public, if the woman he said is not gentle, at most I will return as scheduled."

"I really can't help you!"

Lou Mingyue nestled in the man's arms like a cat, and said coquettishly: "You have to remember what you said, come back early, don't be dazzled by the women outside."

"Is there any woman out there? Little Vinegar!"

Jing Hao wrapped his arms around Aifei's slender body, and sighed, "Good boy, as long as we get back our gentleness, we can be together in a legitimate way. Then I will hold a wedding for you that attracts everyone's attention. Be the happiest bride in the world..."

"Ahao..."

Lou Mingyue clung to him and murmured unsteadily, "It's been so long, don't you miss me..."

"No."

Jing Hao cruelly pushed away Wen Xiang Nuan Yu who was nestled in his arms, "I must do what I promised my brother."

Lou Mingyue's eyes showed a bit of resentment, she turned and left the office silently.

This was the first disagreement between the two since their reunion. Jing Hao did not go after his missing concubine, and after calming down, he notified his secretary to book a flight ticket to the south.

When the group of Jing's Jewelry Company entered the hotel where they were staying, the big boss who had other plans excused his friends and drove away alone, and came to a dilapidated harbor warehouse in the local area to meet people.

As the evening approached, Jing Hao was the only one standing by the sea in the desolate fishing port, blowing the cold wind.

As soon as the appointed time came, he couldn't help calling the other party, but no one answered.

"Oh shit!"

Distraught, Jing Hao swears and is about to go back, but unexpectedly there is a sound of iron doors being knocked from the warehouse not far away.

"Mr. Jing, right?"

Song Ci stood in the shadow of the door, smiled and said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but a woman must be more cautious in order to live a better life."

"Are you the one who traded with me?"

Jing Hao threw away the cigarette butt, "Where is Wenrou, where is she?"

As long as the goal can be achieved, he doesn't care who gets the money in the end.

Song Ci pointed to the warehouse behind him, "People are inside, but I need to see the money first."

"You think I care about that little money?"

Jing Hao sneered and opened the suitcase in his hand, "50 is a lot, it depends on your life!"

"I personally agree with Mr. Jing's words."

Song Ci smiled, turned around and walked towards the depths of the darkness, "Sometimes people have to depend on their fate."

Jing Hao said contemptuously when he heard the words: "I warn you not to play tricks, otherwise people will spend more money to tell your fortune for you in the future."

He was answered by a strange laugh and a familiar singing voice.

"Gentle? Is it you!"

Jing Hao chased forward a few steps, and shouted: "You sang this song for me before, this is the ditty of your hometown, I will not remember it wrong!"

The iron gate rumbled down, and the entire warehouse was plunged into endless darkness.

"Mr. Jing, I forgot to tell you."

The erratic female voice wandering around Jing Hao continued, "Besides Gentleness, there is another person who also wants to see you. Be careful, he is here."

"Pretending to be a ghost! There are so many tricks of liars nowadays!"

He took out his mobile phone and was about to call the police. Unexpectedly, as the screen lit up, an unrecognizable face suddenly appeared in front of him.

The grimace smiled and said: "Xiaohao, brother misses you very much, do you miss me?"

This sudden abnormality frightened Jing Hao to sit on the ground, and after a while he asked tremblingly, "Who are you? I warn you, stop playing tricks!"

"Xiaohao, you don't recognize me anymore."

With a grimace pressed against Jing Hao's cheek, he said quietly, "It's all because elder brother is too careless and forgot that he has changed his appearance. How about, let me tell you something about my childhood. You and Jiaojiao were still young at that time, Dad Very busy again..."

"Stop it, I beg you, stop it!"

Jing Hao covered his ears and shook his head desperately, got up and was about to run out the door.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the square inch in front of him.

Seeing that the man trapped in the formation was exhausted and almost fainted, Song Ci, who was guarding the formation, couldn't help shouting: "This opportunity is not to be missed! Jing Xuan, why are you still hesitating?!"

As soon as the words fell, Jing Hao, whose face was pale, fell limply to the ground, and two streams of air, one green and one white, rushed towards the body on the ground and the snuff bottle in Song Ci's hand respectively.

A moment later, the man lying on the ground supported his body and sat up, habitually wanting to touch the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"are you OK?"

Song Ci handed over a pack of tissues, "It's like this just now, the soul is unstable, and accidents are easy to happen. You'd better stay in the south for a few more days before going back, so as not to let Lou Mingyue find out."

"Grandmaster."

Jing Hao, or it would be more appropriate to call him Jing Xuan, "Is there any help for Jiaojiao?"

"No way."

Song Ci spread his hands, "Three souls and seven souls are almost swallowed up, and I am an idiot who barely rescued them, and they will not cry out when they are hungry."

Jing Xuan stood up staggeringly, "Even if she is an idiot, she is still my sister. I want to take her home, and I am willing to take care of her for the rest of my life."

"You'd better take care of yourself first."

Song Ci picked up Jing Hao's cell phone and bag and put them in the corner, "You are the most familiar with the affairs of the company, and you also know the affairs of your brother, but you don't know much about the entanglement between him and Lou Mingyue. You must be careful not to show any flaws, if Lou Mingyue becomes suspicious and abandons this body to find another way, Jing Jiaojiao will not even have the chance to be a fool."

"I won't let her go. That woman made our family so miserable and wants to leave? She will, and neither will I."

Jing Xuan's tone was extremely calm, but mixed with an indescribable chill, "I'll leave Jing Hao to Master."

Song Ci patted his backpack, "Don't worry, I will remember to change a few more places for him, so that he won't get bored after seeing the scenery."

To put it simply, Song Ci's tailor-made revenge plan for Jing Xuan has only eleven words, "Return him in the same way."

Since Jing Hao was able to watch Ruan Rou being tortured by a female ghost in his previous life, it would be fair to be his elder brother to borrow his brother's body in this life.

Jing Xuan's adaptability is very strong, it can also be said that his willpower is extremely firm, but he has fully mastered this body in two hours, and can make very coordinated body movements.

But difficult operations like driving are not suitable for him. Moreover, Jing Xuan, who has experienced a car accident, also has a resistance to driving on the road. In the end, Song Ci can only pretend to be a kind passerby to escort the drunk Boss Jing back to the hotel.

The left-behind employees were still worried. When they saw the drunken boss, they hurriedly sent them back to the guest room.

Seeing with his own eyes that Jing Xuan took Jing Hao's position effortlessly, the master who completed the task went to open a room in a nearby hotel, so that the other party would not be too late to help in case of an accident.

"Jing Hao with the upper body of the ghost and Jing Jiaojiao with the upper body of the ghost, brother to brother, reborn person to reborn person."

Appreciating the screams and howls coming from his ears, Song Ci smiled and fiddled with the ghost snuff bottle in his hand, "Things are getting more and more interesting. Will the big brother who fulfilled his wish return his body to his younger brother? Let's wait and see."

At the Beijing airport, Jing Xuan and Song Ci, who had returned from the same flight, looked at each other indiscriminately, and then drifted away along their respective routes.

In a century-old shop, Mao Bachi, wearing Taoist robes, sat on the futon and shook his head, muttering, "Master, you must bless your disciple and grandson to come back sooner. Right now, our authentic Maoshan sect only has the unfilial disciple Bachi and her two heirs. The hope of shining the lintel rests on her alone!"

Hearing such a heavy burden as soon as he entered the door, Song Ci made a gesture and turned his head to run away, "Master, you are not afraid to scare the apprentice away if you come over a mountain without even saying hello?"

"When you come back, you don't even say to call to let me know."

Mao Bachi personally lit a stick of incense, "Hurry up and offer incense to Shigong, thank him for protecting you from the spirit in heaven!"

Song Ci had no choice but to accept the obeisance, "Master, how is your old man doing recently? Is there anything you need to respect from your disciples and grandchildren? Is the schoolmate easy to get along with? Are you in the south or the north now..."

Mao Bachi listened with a smile at the beginning, but when she spoke more and more shamelessly, she hurriedly waved the person away, "There are no rules, just talk nonsense!"

"Then it's up to you to talk about something serious!"

Although the orthodox Taoism Mao Bachi spoke of was not as good as Ma Xiaoling's magic that could summon dragons anytime and anywhere, but considering the many skills that would not overwhelm him, Song Ci took advantage of the opportunity to recognize the two living ancestors.

"Are you joking about being a master?"

Mao Bachi greeted his disciples to sit down, "The annual Maoshan Taoist Association is about to start again, and we will also join in the fun this year, so that you can learn more."

"Oh, I see."

Song Ci nodded, "It's just that group of folklore experts and scholars who hold conferences in the name of Taoism to recruit apprentices and earn money with their lives are going to get together again to talk nonsense!"

"Well, Master doesn't want to deal with them either."

Mao Bachi said sadly: "But why is it that no one in this world values ​​real talents and learning and only talks about family background? A doctoral student majoring in history is more popular than Master and me in Taoist robes, what else can we do? "

Just like the tomb of Mrs. Mingyue, who had ruthlessly cheated their master and apprentice before, in the end, the credit still fell on the head of a certain expert.

"clear."

Song Ci also sighed, "It's Zhong Wuyan if there's something to do, and Xia Yingchun if there's nothing to do!"

Fortunately, Wenrou's wish is not to carry forward the Maoshan sect, otherwise she would have to worry about herself to death.

Mao Bachi was taken aback by her new words, "What does this mean?"

"It means that you know that the credit belongs to others, so why do you want to join in as free labor? It's better to learn from ancient doctors and walk around the streets to help those who really need it."

While talking, Song Ci went to the refrigerator to find ingredients to prepare dinner for himself and his master.

Now I hang out with Taoist priests, and I seem to have regained the living habits of the Westward Journey, no matter where I go, I can't get dirty.

"You become a master because you are greedy for fame and fortune?"

Mao Bachi put his hands behind his back and emphasized: "This is the wish of the ancestors of all generations!"

"Will the master also ask the apprentice to call home at that time?"

Song Ci threw the noodles into the noodles and boiled the vegetables, "You also know that the times are different. Without Taoism, people's spaceships still go to the sky!"

Mao Bachi was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "Then you won't come with me?"

"As you get older, you should pay attention to maintenance, and don't get angry at every turn."

Entering the house with two bowls of plain noodles, Song Cichao waved to the old Taoist who was still angry and silent in the yard, "I didn't say no to going, at most it's a year-end trip."

Mao Bachi's complexion became better after getting a correct sentence from his apprentice, and he walked over to pick up the bowls and chopsticks without being persuaded by others, "Our sect is weak and weak, so we should talk less and watch more when we go, don't get along with me." People make enemies. Every year when activities are held, many children from aristocratic families will go to have fun, you remember to stay away from them."

Since this trip was unavoidable, Song Ci didn't want to make Master unhappy just because of a trivial matter, so he just nodded indiscriminately to deal with it.

He just returned to the capital and has to go on a long trip. The shop at home doesn't matter whether it makes money or not, but Jing's doesn't know if there will be any trouble.

Unavoidably something went wrong, Song Ci and Mao Bachi begged for a list of true Taoists who settled in the capital and handed it over to Jing Xuan, so that he could have support.

After arranging the chores at home, the old Taoist took the newly recruited apprentice to board the plane, take the train, and squeeze the bullock cart after taking the train. It took three days and three nights of bumps before they arrived at a deserted mountain with no people.

"Master, are we lost?"

Song Ci, who was carrying a hiking bag, squatted under a dead old tree, looking up at the hoarse and screaming crows above, "Or someone is playing tricks on you."

"Absolutely impossible!"

Mao Bachi vowed: "This is the road map drawn for me by Senior Brother Zou himself. How can there be mistakes?"

"Senior Brother Zou?"

Song Ci took out a bottle of water and handed it to the old Taoist who was drenched in sweat in winter, "Isn't it Zou Qingcheng who indirectly sent you to a mental hospital and never visited him? How dare you believe such a person? My master, I have convinced you!"

"Senior Brother Zou is not that kind of person."

Mao Bachi argued red-faced: "Why does his family have a big career and a big business, why should he embarrass me, besides, he didn't know when I was in trouble..."

"Then he should know that you are trapped now, right?"

Song Ci nodded his watch, "It's been more than half an hour since the meeting time, so it's unlikely that everyone will be late except us, master and apprentice?"

"This……"

While Mao Bachi was thinking hard about how to answer, a not-so-young Taoist came around from the path behind the mountain, "Uncle Lao Cheng has been waiting for a long time, Master sent me down the mountain to meet you."

After hearing the Taoist's words, Song Ci learned that Mao Bachi's lay surname was Cheng.

"well!"

Mao Bachi, who had been waiting for a long time in vain, was not annoyed, and instead chatted with the Taoist who led the way with a smile, "Hui Sheng, how is your master recently?"

Hui Sheng smiled and said, "Thanks to Master Uncle, everything is fine with Master, and he also added a sweet and cute little sister to our senior brothers."

As soon as Mao Bachi heard this, he pointed to the apprentice behind him and said: "The old Taoist also got a new apprentice who is quite qualified, and if there is a chance in the future, he will rely on Senior Brother Zou for guidance."

You boasted and talked about it for more than half an hour before Song Ci and Mao Bachi arrived outside an extremely dilapidated compound under the guidance of Daoist Hui Sheng.

"This is……"

Mao Bachi wondered, "Why is this year's meeting place so weird, but is there any way to explain it?"

Hui Sheng couldn't stop laughing, "Please also invite Master Uncle to enter, and then there will be Master to answer your questions."

This is a bit of a coercion.

People are here, if they don't get through the door, there may be so many ugly gossips.

Although Mao Bachi was not afraid of the road ahead, he didn't want to drag his little apprentice into danger, so he could only take a step behind and whispered: "When you enter the yard later, no matter what others say, you must remember a sentence, don't leave the master's side. .”

Song Ci nodded, and followed the old Taoist into the courtyard without saying a word.

As soon as the door was opened, the two of them felt a gust of cold air rushing towards them; as soon as they settled down, they felt that the ground under their feet was extremely sticky, as if something was hiding in the soil and pulling on the soles of their shoes.

After entering the gloomy courtyard that is comparable to the scene of a ghost movie, a rich and old Taoist who is about the same age as Mao Bachi gave in and said, "It's rare that Junior Brother Cheng is honored to come here, but the poor Taoist has never greeted him personally. Don't blame, don't blame!"

Before others could react to Zou Qingcheng's humble gesture, a young girl beside him snorted coldly and looked at the clothes of the visitor with disdain.

Seeing this, Song Ci, who was closely following Mao Bachi, also hecked unceremoniously, thinking: "Jiaohan cute is a good word, but it's a pity that not everyone can use it."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Gentle crit~~

In addition, when it comes to the authenticity of Maoshan, the scumbag author will always think of Uncle Ying~~_(:з」∠)_

Orange soda, okay~~