subordinates dare not

In the next few days, Meng Fuyuan went in and out of the Canglang Zhuan Pavilion at sunrise and returned at sunset.Meng Fuyuan was unwilling to let go of any suspicious and useful clues, which would inevitably consume a lot of energy and time.Fortunately, Meng Fuyuan can see ten lines at a glance, and he roughly estimated that he can read them all in ten days at most.

After the shadow guards of Wuwei Villa learned of Meng Fuyuan's plan, Ming Er was worried and offered to lead the shadow guards to guard the outskirts of the forbidden area.

Meng Fuyuan dispelled his thoughts, shook his head lightly and said: "Don't worry for now, Chao Zixuan will not be so reckless, we Wuwei Villa came to visit Linghao Pavilion in a big way, everyone in the world knows that Linghao Pavilion dare not do anything to me , at least I dare not do things that endanger my life, otherwise, as the owner of the villa, Ling Hao Pavilion will not be able to escape the blame if something happens in his territory. In addition, if we put on a serious guard, it will make Ling Hao The people of Hao Pavilion are not responding, maybe they can find an excuse not to let me continue to enter the Canglang Pavilion. After all, we have something to ask the master of Linghao Pavilion at this time."

Meng Fuyuan's words were reasonable and moved with emotion, but Ming Er stopped insisting.

Of course, in the past few days, the shadow guards of Wuwei Villa will not be idle, they are all sent by Meng Fuyuan to secretly investigate the unknown "Sister Shen Zhuo" in the rivers and lakes.

Meng Fuyuan deliberately told everyone to cover up and pretend to be eating, drinking and having fun, so that Chao Zixuan must not be aware of it.

If there is any uncontrollable factor in a few days, it must be Yan Yuanbai.Yan Yuanbai is a person who is stubborn and will not be manipulated by others. Meng Fuyuan felt that he had said good things, but Yan Yuanbai still insisted on staying outside the vermilion wall of Canglang Pavilion.

Yan Yuanbai was not the shadow guard of Wuwei Villa, Meng Fuyuan couldn't order him as the "Villa Master", and thinking of Yan Yuanbai's unrestrained words in front of Chao Zixuan that day, it is reasonable for him to insist on waiting If Yan Yuanbai dared to break into the forbidden area again this time, even the immortals would not be able to save him—he would just wait to be thrown out of Linghao Pavilion by Chao Zixuan.

Thinking of this, Meng Fuyuan followed him.

There were no major discoveries in the next six days, which was expected by Meng Fuyuan. Shen Zhuo's diary only recorded a few days before leaving the pavilion for Xuzhou. The previous records were of no research value. That's the main event.But at that time, Shen Zhuo was already gathering people to discuss tactics with other martial arts leaders, arranging troops and deploying troops. All historical materials were destroyed and disappeared in the bloody battlefield. Naturally, Meng Fuyuan got nothing.

Chao Zixuan was probably overwhelmed with papers, so he came here once every day, and didn't stay for long. Meng Fuyuan didn't completely let go of his guard, and pretended to be absorbed in his books. In fact, he wanted to pay attention to Chao Zixuan's movements from the corner of his eye, but found that every time he came , he paced around slowly from west to east, as if he was looking at something, gently stroked the dust on the copper stove and other objects such as teapots with his right hand, and then left quietly.

It seems that there are rules to follow, and it seems that it is just an unintentional inspection.

The yellowed cooked Xuan writes the old past. The incense of the dragon copper stove and the ink in the pages of the book are intertwined and lingering. It is so faint that it is almost inaudible. The ink smears on the book are flying like dragons and phoenixes, the size is not limited to the scarlet lines, it is casual but not scribbled, Shen Zhuo is good at regular script.As the saying goes, words are like a person, and Meng Fuyuan couldn't help but imagine that Shen Zhuo should be informal, free and unrestrained, and not restricted by rules and regulations, and it has been difficult since then.

Shen Zhuo, number one in the world in the history books, chivalrous and courageous, lofty, like the flat words of gods, only at this time did they become a little more vivid.

Meng Fuyuan walked slowly while supporting the pillars. At the end of the long corridor, a familiar figure gradually became clear and looked at each other from a distance. Huo Yi stood not far away. The long sunset was stained with yellow on the ground, and he saw the person on the opposite side dressed in mediocre and dull soap clothes. But there is a halo all over the body, the blue hair is flying, and the tip of the hair is coated with a layer of bright floating gold.

Walking to a distance of a few steps, and lowering his voice to allow the other party to hear clearly, Meng Fuyuan's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, suddenly a burst of dizziness came to his head, Meng Fuyuan's eyes suddenly turned black, The limbs were weak and crumbling.

Seeing this, Huo Yi hurried forward to support Meng Fuyuan, and asked in a loud voice: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Even though his physique is weak and his martial arts are mediocre, Meng Fuyuan still won't be able to walk unsteadily on the road. Meng Fuyuan tightly grasped Huo Yi's sleeves with both hands, letting the rough hemp texture fill his palms, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Yan Yuanbai...take me back...to the guest room." Meng Fuyuan resisted the dizziness, unloaded his legs, and fell forward, almost leaning on Huo Yi's body.

Huo Yi's heart suffocated, but at this moment Huo Yi couldn't help thinking about it carefully, concentrating on the present moment, Huo Yi put his arms around Meng Fuyuan's waist and shoulders respectively.

It appears to be a hugging gesture.An absurd, unsubstantiated peace of mind quietly grew in Meng Fuyuan's heart. He shouldn't be like this, but it was undeniable that he was like a frog boiled in warm water, allowing the other party to test him further, so he also followed suit. He gradually lowered his bottom line.Something seemed to be going off the rails, out of control, maybe not now, it started to creep up that night.The embankment of a thousand miles often collapses in an ant nest.

Meng Fuyuan shook his head heavily, trying to abandon these untimely thoughts.

When the other party brought him back into the house, Meng Fuyuan sealed the windows and doors, arranged the formation, and finally rested his feet. Leaning on the sandalwood armchair, Meng Fuyuan panted heavily, with a cold smile on his face, "I knew...as expected ... Chao Zixuan has no good intentions..."

"Master!" Huo Yi exclaimed.

"Today is the sixth day, and there is one more day—" Meng Fuyuan looked fierce, "If I still sit in confusion and ignorance for another day, I will sit next to the table in the Canglang Zhuan Pavilion, and sit at the eye of the formation. , Tomorrow whose soul is still in this body of mine, I don’t know!”

Huo Yi said in surprise: "What does the owner mean by this?!"

"Spirituality." Meng Fuyuan said coldly, "If I remember correctly and admit my mistake, Chao Zixuan set up a soul-calling formation in the Canglang Turning Pavilion, hoping to summon someone's soul and bring him back from the dead."

Huo was shocked.

Breathing in and exhaling, Meng Fuyuan sat silently for a while, and finally got out of the dizzy state. He continued to explain: "Spiritualism is an ancient forbidden technique. It uses the five-element formation of heaven and earth to gather souls within seven days. I used to collect books in Wuwei Villa I have seen in the book that the so-called soul-calling refers to the art of resurrection from the dead. First, the last six characters of the birth date of the lost soul and the person who provided the body are required to be exactly the same, and then the soul-caller forms an array to summon the soul. Moreover, the formation method is more inclined to the routine of the Demon Cult, so no one is practicing in Wuwei Villa, and although there are records of spiritualism, it has been sealed up to this day."

"However, this method requires extremely high skill from the soul caller. The three souls are yang, and the seven souls are yin. It is not easy to combine yin and yang. If you are eager to achieve success in just seven days, it is naturally extremely dangerous. The three souls are scattered in the sky. In the cemetery and the underworld, the seven souls are lost in the world, with nowhere to go, and if there is a slight carelessness in the soul-calling technique, the soul-caller will not only return home, but will even be scattered. So until now, I have never heard of anyone in the rivers and lakes who can achieve great success."

Huo Yi heard the words, and slowly said in a deep voice: "The person who can make Chao Zixuan risk his life to recall his soul, is the former pavilion master Shen Zhuo?"

"Nine times out of ten." Meng Fuyuan nodded, and finally said, "Fortunately, I know how to break the formation."

"Calling the soul, the person who provides the body sits in the eye of the formation for seven days. The soul-caller finds one soul and one soul every day and stays in the formation. As long as I break the eye of the formation in advance and the soul returns to heaven and earth, the soul-caller will fall short."

Huo Yi hurriedly asked: "The owner of the village is still going to Canglang Zhuanting tomorrow?!"

Meng Fuyuan: "Yes."

"The owner of the villa knows that there are dangers everywhere, why did he still go there?!"

Meng Fuyuan smiled softly, "No one has ever known whether the spirit summoning technique is successful or not, and how long the summoned soul can last? If I use this to pretend to be recruited, play by ear, pretend to be Shen Zhuo and return, and follow Chao Zixuan's words, I will be a Good way. Linghao Pavilion and Wuwei Villa have always been on good terms, don't worry, Chao Zixuan, as the owner of Linghao Pavilion, dare not take the life of the owner of Wuwei Villa."

"Yan Yuanbai, I want to gamble once." Meng Fuyuan said in a relaxed tone, "Although the above are all my subjective conjectures, but you believe me once, as the master of Wuwei Villa with great powers, I have expected it a long time ago. will perish."

Huo Yi was silent for a long time, and finally made a decision after careful consideration. He said slowly: "Then I will stay outside the wall all day tomorrow, and play by ear."

Meng Fuyuan laughed, "Then we have a happy cooperation, and my life is in your hands."