The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Wen Xingzhi lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the person close at hand, his pupils moved slightly.

Le Ning felt uncomfortable all over when he was watched, and somehow had the illusion of being caught doing something bad.

He opened his mouth dryly, and was about to back away when the person in front of him suddenly leaned forward, and his waist immediately tightened.

All unspoken words were blocked back.

Mr. Wen's mouth is so soft.

This is Le Ning's only feeling.

His whole head was dizzy, his thin fingers grabbed Mr. Wen's thin waist shirt, and he leaned back, feeling a little stunned by the man's gentle kiss.

Mr. Wen kissed very lightly, as if he was kissing some fragile and precious item. The kiss made his waist go limp, and his strong arms became the only pillar of strength for his whole body.

He vaguely heard Mr. Wen's deep and disturbed breathing, and seemed to smell the faint cold fragrance in his breath.

It took a long time, maybe a century, before Le Ning felt that his family was let go.

Wen Zhi saw that the person who was usually good at playing the pipe had turned into a red wooden stake, and couldn't help pinching the child's nose, and his ears were also a little red.

He originally wanted to wait until he found his body and concluded the contract with heaven and earth before doing these things, but when he opened his eyes, he was facing a round face that was less than three centimeters, with his mouth slightly open and defenseless, it was really hard to restrain himself .

"You take a rest, I'll make you something to eat." After these words, Mr. Wen strode out of the room.

No matter how you look at the back of the dragon walking and tiger walking, it seems a little bit like running away.

But Le Ning didn't notice this, he was blowing up fireworks in his mind, red, green, yellow one after another, blowing up his whole body to smoke.

Recalling the soft and smooth touch before, he subconsciously touched his lower lip, almost turning into a screaming chicken on the spot.

Unable to restrain the screaming, Le Ning shrank down completely, his head was covered, from the hood to his feet, not a single strand of hair was exposed.

I thought I could relive the 800 years in peace, but my vision dimmed, and the presence of Mr. Wen's unique smell in the bed was obvious.

The faint cold fragrance, gentle and sparse, has an extremely strong sense of presence, as if huddled under the quilt as if huddled in Mr. Wen's arms.

After working hard for a long while, Le Ning couldn't ignore the unique fragrance. Le Ning was shocked and decided to get up.

Breaking the yin marriage has been tossing all night, and now the sky is bright.

Le Ning slipped out of bed, walked to the window stepping on the carpet that covered her feet, and opened the heavy curtains with a clatter.

The wind and snow have stopped, and the sun, which rarely appears in winter, is hanging in the sky, emitting a faint warmth.

Le Ning stretched his waist toward the sun, and decided to do something to divert his attention. After thinking about it, he took out his phone and typed a message to Song Rong.

After Song Rong took shape, he paid him a salary. Song Rong bought a mobile phone a long time ago, so there is no need to make a special communication talisman to connect.

: Did the little fairy cat run out yesterday?

Song Rong returned quickly.

: No, sir, you know, it never goes out.

Did he see it wrong?

Le Ning is a little puzzled, can't he?

Recalling it again, the cat that passed by at a glance really looks like his little fairy cat!

Scratching his head, Le Ning was wondering, his eyes shifted, and suddenly he saw something very familiar.

There is a pot of bluegrass on the wooden drawer by the wall. It seems that the location has been specially designed, and it is placed carefully and properly, as if it is cherished for fear of falling.

There are no flowers and plants in a home with a smell of books, so a pot of bluegrass is not unusual, what is strange is that this pot of bluegrass actually has a faint spiritual power, very much like the spiritual plants sold in his shop.

Le Ning stared at the bluegrass, he clearly remembered that Mr. Wen did not buy spiritual plants from his shop.

I walked around the room with strange doubts, and found another pot near the door.

Coming out of the room, at the end of the long railing corridor, there is another pot, or a pot of dancing orchids that are blooming extremely enthusiastically.

From the second floor to the first floor, from the hall to the restaurant, Le Ning counted slowly all the way, and found that there were eighty or ninety kinds of plants, all of which were from his store, and each plant species did not overlap.

It was not easy to gather so many plant varieties, and he couldn't help but think of the weird tens of millions of orders placed by Wang Xihe.

Wang Xihe, Song Bai, Song Yuncong, enshrined...

Such a string...

Okay, now I know who specially gave him such a small sum of money, and today I also found out that Mr. Wen really likes him!

Le Ning smiled slyly, and went to the restaurant with the little secret he had caught.

When Wen Xingzhi came out holding his face, he saw the child with his left hand crossed over his right hand, his chin resting on the back of his folded hands, sitting obediently at the dining table, staring at him with a smile on his face.

Being looked at by the children like this, Wen Xingzhi subconsciously showed a faint smile, "Are you hungry? Don't open fire at home, only a little noodles."

As soon as Mr. Wen makes the noodles, the noodles are not simple. They are pulled by hand, rolled in the water for a few times, and then picked up. Scallion oil, just looking at it makes people appetite.

Le Ning took the noodles that Mr. Wen cooked for the first time, but he didn't eat them. Instead, he scraped the bowl aside and continued to stare at people with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Wen, don't you have anything to tell me about your plants?"

Wen Xingzhi originally thought that the children were going to talk about the matter upstairs, although they had already confirmed their intentions, but he felt that he couldn't help it, it was indeed a bit impolite, and was thinking about how to explain it, but he didn't expect that what Le Ning asked was actually this.

After realizing it, he couldn't help but hold his forehead for a moment, and he was so focused on putting him at home that he forgot about this end.

Originally, he just wanted to support the little friend with poor fortune. After buying something, he looked at it and found that it was indeed a good thing, so he put it on the table. He didn't expect to be seen right now.

It was too late to withdraw again.

It was rare to see an annoyed look on Mr. Wen's face. Le Ning was so happy that he stopped talking, hugged his bowl back, and began to eat noodles with a grunt.

Mr. Wen's hand-pulled noodles really have a different taste, they are springy and powerful, and they don't use any ingredients. The noodles alone are enough to make people miss it.

After working all night, Le Ning was really hungry, Hululu ate very satisfyingly, and was curious while eating.

"Mr. Wen, how do you have such a good craftsmanship?"

"In the early years, I found this interesting and learned from others." For thousands of years in the world, he often finds himself some useless but interesting things to do.

Now seeing the children eating sweetly, he suddenly felt that this skill was still useful.

Le Ning held a piece of chopstick noodles, "Wow, the person who taught you must be very good."

"It seems to be." Speaking of this, Wen Xingzhi's complicated memories flashed for a moment, and he heard that the man seemed to be a cook for the emperor at that time.

Le Ning snorted the whole bowl of noodles in two or three times, really feeling a little overwhelmed.

Wen Xingzhi put away the bowls and chopsticks and came out. Seeing the child rubbing his stomach, he thought for a while, "Why don't we go shopping around?"

The relationship is good. After coming down from the second floor, Le Ning feels that Mr. Wen's house is quite big, but he really doesn't know how it is.

"Let's go, let's go!" He stood up calmly, and went to hold Wen Xingzhi's hand. Wen Xingzhi didn't bow his head, and wrapped his big palm around the child's whole hand habitually, and went upstairs to wrap him in a down jacket.

After walking around slowly, Le Ning felt that he had opened the door to a new world.

It can be used as the hall of a small palace, indoor swimming pool, study room, reception room, audio-visual room, etc. There are greenhouses, gardens, lawns, and a fruit forest outside.

A fruit forest!

Although the housing price in Rongcheng is not expensive, it is a bit too much to have a fruit forest in the villa.

Looking at the area of ​​the fruit forest, this is not a villa with a fruit forest, it is clearly a villa built in the fruit forest.

Recalling that Mr. Wen said that Banshanyuan was a small property left over from the past, which was not considered big, Le Ning felt that Mr. Wen was simply redefining "a little bit" and "not too big".

Standing on the path by the edge of the fruit forest, Le Ning felt sincerely, "Mr. Wen, if I had a house as big as yours, I would stay at home every day and never go out. I would run to Qingshi Lane."

There is a small piece of persimmon tree in front. This is a private fruit forest. If the owner does not pick the fruit, no one will pick it. The red persimmons are still on the tree, with a little residual snow hanging on them.

Seeing Le Ning's eyes glance at the persimmon three or two times, Wen Xingzhi stretched out his long arms, broke off a branch, and two or three piles of snow fell on his shoulders.

Picked two persimmons and handed them to Le Ning, "Without someone you cherish, the residence is just an empty residence. If you like this place, I will give it to you."

Le Ning took the persimmon silently, and patted Can Xue on Mr. Wen's shoulder, "I like the persimmon very much, but the villa is gone."

He had already thrown tens of millions of dollars to buy Lingzhi, and he had no doubts about the sincerity of Mr. Wen's words. He believed that Wen Xingzhi could afford it too, but it was a pity that Mr. Wen could afford it, but his little heart couldn't bear it.

Wiping the persimmon with the snow, Le Ning was about to take a bite when the phone suddenly buzzed.

He took out his cell phone and saw that it was Ying Ya's call.

Ok?

Wasn't Ying Ya with them yesterday?

Le Ning instinctively turned his head to look at Wen Xingzhi.

Receiving the child's suspicious gaze, Wen Xingzhi thought about it, "She left while cooking the noodles, saying that the police found out the whereabouts of Lu Xian's body."

There is news about the body, and the people who should be unlucky are almost unlucky. It stands to reason that there should be nothing serious.

I think so, but I can feel Ying Ya's anxiety through the rapid ringtone of the phone, Le Ning presses the answer button, "Hello? Classmate Ying..."

After hearing a few words on the phone, Le Ning frowned, "Just wait, I'll be right there."

Wen Xingzhi took the persimmon from Le Ning's hand, tacitly led him back to the villa, and asked as he walked, "What happened?"

"Yes, Ying Ya said that Lu Xian's soul body is dissipating."

Hearing this, Wen Xingzhi frowned. Lu Xian got a ray of spiritual power from him. It stands to reason that the soul body should be very stable, and even if it dissipated, it shouldn't be a matter of now.

The two went back to the villa to pick up the car. The situation was urgent, and Wen Xingzhi's driving was no longer as smooth as usual. Fortunately, the snow had stopped, and the road administrator had also swept the snow.

All the way to Rongcheng Police Station, just as Le Ning got off the car, he saw Ying Ya chasing something anxiously at the gate, and Lu Xian, who had been following her closely, was drifting away into the distance. Disappeared.

This is not Wu Kaicheng's kind of supernatural rebirth. If Lu Xian just dissipated like this, it would be equivalent to being dissipated, and there would be no afterlife.

Le Ning took three steps in parallel and ran up the several steps at the entrance of the police station.

"Master!" Seeing Le Ning approaching, Ying Ya quickly grabbed him, "My sister, master, please save her!"

Needless to say to Ya Duo, Le Ning already had his hands flying, quickly formed a requiem seal, and went straight to Lu Xian Town.

The cyan imprint, which is difficult for ordinary people to see, happened to land on Lu Xian's heart, and as soon as the Anwen imprint landed, the originally light and floating soul body seemed to gain weight, and finally fell from midair to the ground.

"Sister." Ying Ya ran over quickly, circled around the person, and subconsciously wanted to hug him, but her hand still passed through her body.

Taking advantage of this time, Le Ning carefully observed Lu Xian's soul body, and found that her soul body was ethereal, no matter how she moved, the yin energy around her was drifting in one direction.

There are very few things that can affect the yin energy of the soul body, and the corpse is one of them. In Lu Xian's situation, it is obvious that there is something wrong with the corpse, and it is the kind that is being taken farther and farther away.

Le Ning didn't guess, and asked Ying Ya directly, "Didn't you say that there are clues about the body?"

It's fine not to mention this, but Ying Ya gritted her teeth angrily when she mentioned this, "Zhao Xingyuan, he's here again! He wants to sign a damn agreement of understanding!"

After crying all morning, the tears streamed down her face and was blown dry. Ying Ya's face was wrinkled. She rubbed her face and explained the cause and effect.

After listening to Ying Ya's words, Le Ning simply understood the whole story.

It turned out that the person who took away Lu Xian's body had already been caught. Coincidentally, it was Jia Yuan. The person who stormed into Jia Yuan's house last night was to catch him.

This Jia Yuan relied on his knowledge of shady marriage methods and some money on hand, so he was not afraid of being caught, so he turned around and let someone find Zhao Xingyuan.

As Lu Xian's nominal guardian, Zhao Xingyuan, as long as he issued a letter of understanding, Jia Yuan would really be a day trip to the police station for tea today.

Le Ning looked up at the majestic gate of the police station. Jia Yuan will come out of it tomorrow in good order, and most likely he won't tell the whereabouts of the body at all. Everyone is busy this time.

"Go, go in and take a look." Le Ning beckoned, and stepped into the hall first. He spent a whole night in painstaking efforts, and even endured the unsteady soul out of his body. It really made Jia Yuan escape like this. He couldn't be angry. die.

After entering the bureau, he followed Ying Ya to the separate room next to him, and was walking through the corridor, before he reached the place, Le Ning heard a scream.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw an acquaintance, "Song Bai?"

Song Bai was leaning against the door, bored and bored, when he saw Le Ning, his eyes lit up, "Le Xiaoning? So you came here!"

He had been running towards Qingshi Lane for the past two days, and he hadn't seen anyone. He didn't expect to meet him in the police station.

Le Ning simply explained that something was wrong, and was about to ask Song Bai why he was here, when there was another cry of pain and a plea for help.

No matter how the sound sounds familiar.

Song Bai picked his ears, "Those two people inside don't look like good people at first glance, and they are begging my Uncle Wang for help, they are so annoying."

"Who? You don't look like a good person at first glance?" Le Ning looked into the half-open door with a funny face.

After seeing the person clearly, he paused with a smile on his face, "You saw it right today."

This is really not a nice guy.

I saw a row of benches inside, a couple sitting there, their faces and bodies looked like they had been scratched by some ferocious beast, there were blood grooves one after another, the blood grooves were so red and black, it didn't look normal look.

If a knowledgeable warlock is here, he can tell at a glance that the blackened part is a deep resentment, and if the resentment is not eliminated, their wound will not heal.

This couple is none other than the couple who married their son and Lu Xian in the funeral home.