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Chapter 41 The Ghost Behind
The entire study is divided into two parts by a screen with a painting of a lady. The half facing the door is furnished with a square table, a side table and a Luohan couch.

A side table was placed against the west wall, with an incense burner and a pair of vases on it.

Xu Yuan set his eyes on the pair of vases.

It is about one foot tall, with a thin neck and a round belly, and is only big enough to hold one or two plum blossoms.

The animal tendon rope was released from his hand and became as thick as a hair. He reached in through the crack of the door and gently touched the vase. The vase shook a little, but there was nothing unusual.

Xu Yuan then turned to the other one, and when he touched it, a ball of dark green evil light suddenly lit up in the vase!
Xu Yuan shook his hand quickly, twisted the animal tendon rope into a ball, and with a click, it blocked the bottle mouth.

The thing in the vase was about to rush out and show its power - but it was blocked by a strange thing that was neither soft nor hard, but soft and hard, and seemed soft but was actually hard.

It was stuck and couldn't get out. The thing felt uncomfortable all over and started to make a fuss inside angrily. The evil light was blazing like fire, and the vase was shaking violently on the side table, making a tinkling sound.

Xu Yuan threw all the remaining animal tendon ropes in, and the ropes quickly tied the vase and the table tightly together.

No matter how hard the things inside struggled, no sound could be made.

Xu Yuan exhaled the fire in his stomach, melted the copper lock on the door, and gently pushed the door open.

The vase should be a treasure of the gods. There is a ghost soldier hidden inside, but Xu Yuan quickly blocked it and prevented it from coming out.

After entering the room, Xu Yuan took another rough look and found that this was the only ambush in the study.

Only then did he start searching with confidence.

Soon, an iron box was found in the mezzanine of the bookcase. When it was opened, it was found to be gunpowder.

After searching for a while, they found a special set of writing brushes and ink, which was Wen Xiu's treasure. Mr. Qiao did not bring it to Qihetai Town. It might be because it was inconvenient to carry, or there might be another set in Qihetai Town.

In addition, four calligraphy works were found in an ancient book.

There are two "Feng" calligraphy copies, one for Dharma cultivation and one for divine cultivation.

A "arrow" character post, with hundreds of "arrow" characters densely written on it.

There was also a small note, only the size of a palm, which looked easy to hide. It had four puzzling characters written on it in a strong and ancient handwriting: Dragon's Spirit and Tiger's Fierceness.

Xu Yuan stared at the calligraphy for a long time and was quite puzzled: What does Mr. Qiao mean by writing this word?
What's the use?
Xu Yuan rolled up all the things including the vase into a bag and quietly retreated the same way he came.

After coming out of Wangjingfang, it was already late, so Xu Yuan hurried back to Jinzhuanglou, where he had left his original set of clothes.

Take it off and change into the outfit you are wearing.

If I go back wearing this, my stepmother will definitely twist my ears and scold me for being a spendthrift.

The clerk at the Jinzhuanglou had a somewhat hostile look on his face. When Xu Yuan came out after changing his clothes, the clerk said directly, "Sir, once you wear our clothes, they are not returnable or exchangeable."

The man bought a set of nice clothes and came back in less than an hour with a heavy bag in his hand!
Do I need to tell you where you went?

Xu Yuan waved his hand: "No retreat."

As long as he didn't retreat, the clerk immediately put on a smile and attentively escorted him out the door. At the end, he reminded him, "Sir, there's a pawnshop fifty steps to the left. If you have anything that's inconvenient to sell..."

Xu Yuan walked out of the door without looking back.

This time Xu Yuan was returning from the east exit. Uncle Mao had just returned with a bunch of carpentry tools on his back. He opened the shop door and was sorting things out.

"Fourth Uncle." Xu Yuan greeted him warmly. When Fourth Uncle Mao saw him, the sorrow in his wrinkles disappeared, and he smiled happily: "You are back, boy."

"Yeah, Fourth Uncle, how's your business lately?"

Uncle Mao suddenly frowned and said, "Don't move." He stared at Xu Yuan, and with his big hands like a palm-leaf fan, he accurately pulled out a chisel and a hammer from a tattered bag at his feet.

Then he aimed at the empty space behind Xu Yuan and struck down with a chisel.
Xu Yuan was in a trance, as if he heard a shrill ghost scream behind his ear.

There was a whooshing sound behind me, and a gust of cold wind blew up, and something escaped.

Xu Yuan turned around, but could no longer see anything. He was immediately shocked and broke out in a cold sweat: I was careless!
When did this thing target me and hang behind me?

I was on high alert at all times when I was at Guiwu Mountain, but after returning to the city, I felt safe and became a little lax.

Uncle Mao put away his tools and said, "It's a greedy ghost. This kind of thing is always the hardest to detect. Did you... show off your wealth?"

Xu Yuan thought about it and decided that it should be in the Jinzhuang Building.

Just as he was about to answer, Fourth Uncle Mao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I won't ask any more questions. Go back quickly, your stepmother must be waiting anxiously."

Uncle Mao is just like that. If you ask him to help you with something, he will be happy to help. But if you take the initiative to tell him why you want to do it, he will listen. If you don't say anything, he will never ask any more questions.

"Thank you, Fourth Uncle." Xu Yuan said goodbye to him and walked into the alley.

……

The courtyard of Xu Yuan's house was separated from the original stage.

The stage is three stories high and there is a small square in front of it. This courtyard was originally part of the small square. Xu Yuan’s grandfather separated out this small area and built two houses.

Just live like this.

"Just came back and ran out."

The aroma of food and the stepmother's complaints wafted out of the house.

"Wash your hands and eat!"

Dinner consisted of four dishes, one soup, and red beans and rice.

The meal was very sumptuous for two people, obviously to celebrate Xu Yuan's return home.

There was indeed a plate of fried winter bamboo shoots with bacon on the table.

Xu Yuan sat down happily and started eating.

The stepmother bit her chopsticks, wanting to remind Xu Yuan that he should stop practicing alchemy for the time being.

But then he thought again, he hadn't found a solution to this problem yet, and telling him would just make him worry, so he refrained from telling him.

He just took out "Five Ding Cooking" and gave it to Xu Yuan.

"This is given to you by Aunt Wang. Practice diligently and don't be lazy."

Xu Yuan knew this cultivation method and felt it was extremely heavy in his hand. "Aunt Wang, are you willing to give this to me?"

The stepmother took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You must remember Aunt Wang's kindness in your heart. When she passes away, you must wear mourning clothes and hold a funeral for her."

Xu Yuan nodded seriously: "It should be."

The stepmother thought about it and gave a few words of advice: "I'm afraid that your inner elixir of cannon medicine... is not suitable. For the time being, you should only practice outer elixir. Your main energy should still be focused on life cultivation."

Xu Yuan nodded in agreement. The inner elixir of the cannonball was very powerful, but there were some details that he did not explain to his stepmother.

The characteristics of one's own inner elixir are constantly being consumed, and the degree of danger will be reduced a little.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)