There's something wrong with the general.

"Duh duh duh!"

The vermilion door was knocked three times slowly from the outside, but there was no sound of anyone coming to open the door from inside.

Wen Yuxi held some breakfast food in his left hand, hesitated for a moment, and knocked a few more times.

This person has already left, isn't that right?

Yesterday, the four of them divided the gray-robed Taoist's magic weapons and other belongings.

The man in blue, Xiao Jiqiu and Yun Qingyan were invited to the room arranged by Wen Yuxi.

The three of them had originally planned to have a good meal together.

But the man in blue said frankly that he liked quietness and went back to his room.

Seeing that he had no intention of making friends, Xiao Jiqiu and Yun Qingyan also returned to the room.

Wen Yuxi looked up at the sky in silence and had no choice but to send good wine and food to everyone.

After being possessed by the little ghost, Butler Wang was severely injured and looked extremely haggard. Wen Yuxi quickly sent someone to take him to the clinic for care.

Wen Yuxi made a fortune this time and rarely felt rich.

He said arrogantly, "You must use good medicine. My Lord, I have money!"

Wen Yuxi hesitated for a moment, looked around, and saw no one in the corridor, so he pushed the door and entered the room of the man in blue.

Without anyone's permission, he closed the door guiltily, stood inside and called out tentatively, "Immortal?"

The room was deserted, as if there was no one around.

He came down from the sky, saved himself, and brought nothing with him.

He placed the breakfast on the table, walked towards the inner room, and opened the bead curtain with one hand.

A man in his twenties dressed in white sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating with his eyes closed.

His face is as pretty as jade, and his eyebrows and eyes are as picturesque as a painting.

A ray of morning sunlight shone through the window, and his body seemed to be coated with a layer of gold.

Solemn and dignified, cold and unparalleled.

"What a beautiful picture of a beautiful woman meditating!"

Wen Yuxi's heart was pounding and he quickly looked up at the ceiling.

Her appearance is unparalleled.

His cultivation is extremely high.

Have a pure heart.

This is definitely the male protagonist of Qidian!

And he, Wen Yuxi...

Ah, Wen Yuxi is not bad either.

But he also wants to hug the big, thick leg in front of him!

If I could take him to a master and teach him some skills, he would be able to fly in the sky and hide in the ground in the future, wouldn't that be a happy life?

Wen Yuxi didn't dare to go forward.

She quietly moved a bench and sat a few meters away from him.

After sitting for a while, he suddenly realized that there was no breath in his chest.

Wen Yuxi's heart skipped a beat with fright.

She stood up and walked lightly to the side of his bed.

She stretched out her finger and placed it under his nose.

"!"

He suddenly withdrew his hand and shouted "Oh shit" in his heart.

How...why is he not breathing?

Wen Yuxi secretly sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly stretched her hand towards the man's chest.

His chest felt cold.

The heart there is as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

It's like a straight line on an ECG monitor in an ICU ward.

Wen Yuxi suddenly panicked.

Damn, I hope he didn’t die in meditation like the old monk in the TV series.

He didn't care whether it was offensive or not.

He held the man's shoulder with one hand and put his ear close to him.

No sound...

He can't be really dead.

Sudden.

"Boom boom boom", the sound of a strong and powerful heartbeat slowly came into his ears.

Wen Yuxi thought he was hallucinating.

I clasped his shoulders with both hands and listened attentively with my ears perked up.

The heartbeat sounded even more cheerfully.

this...

Wen Yuxi seemed to have a premonition of something.

Slowly turn your head.

A blush passed over the man's calm face. He lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the hands that were doing evil to him.

Ah this...

It's so embarrassing!

Wen Yuxi quickly let go of his hand, straightened up from the bed, and raised his hands above his head.

"Listen to my excuse! Oh no, you... listen to my explanation, Immortal!"

The man smoothed his clothes, jumped off the bed and put on his shoes.

He said slowly, "My breathing is intermittent during my daily training. You must have been scared too."

Wen Yuxi nodded and shook his head frantically.

The man's brows relaxed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled.

"I still don't know your name, Immortal. You see, we are so familiar with each other. You helped me last time and saved me again this time. If I don't know your name, how can I report to you in the future?"

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his extremely beautiful phoenix eyes blinked slightly, and a trace of empty melancholy flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to sigh and said, "My Taoist name is Zhiming. My master gave me the name. Master Wen, you can call me Taoist Zhiming."

Zhi...Ming...?

Wen Yuxi was stunned and couldn't help asking, "Zhi, who speaks for justice, and Ming, who understands the righteousness?"

"No, it's Zhi, who is stubborn and stubborn, and Ming, whose origin is unknown."

The man slowly turned his head and stared into his eyes: "Why does this name sound familiar to you, sir?"

Why is it this name?

How could it be such a coincidence?

Is it possible that I can still meet the future?

Wen Yuxi grinned absentmindedly: "Haha, no, it's a very good name, very good, I like it very much."

Zhiming suppressed his smile, frowned slightly, and seemed to be in a bad mood.

Ok?

Why is he unhappy?

I am praising him.

Wen Yuxi smiled and said, "I brought you some breakfast food. Eat it quickly, or it will get cold soon."

He thought to himself: He was in such a good mood yesterday, why is he so unpredictable today?

It’s hard to say that I want to practice Taoism with him.

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll be leaving first. If you need anything, just call me. I'm next door."

Zhiming stood there quietly, not moving at all.

I didn’t say to let people go, nor did I say to let people not leave.

Wen Yuxi couldn't decide whether to leave or stay.

At this moment, there were suddenly some whispers coming from outside the door.

"Did you see that? The Marquis came back yesterday with a very handsome man."

"I've seen him, I've seen him. In my entire life, I've never seen such a handsome man. Pan An and Wei Jie pale in comparison to him."

"I thought the Marquis had really changed, but who knew he had just changed his taste? Besides, the Marquis's vision is unparalleled."

"That's right, our Marquis once competed with the third son of the Cui family for a heavenly courtesan in Chunxiang Pavilion, and the whole city knew about it."

"The Marquis was really kind to him. He prepared a separate guest room for him and even personally brought him meals."

"What are you talking about?"

"Blah blah blah."

"Really? Then when he comes down later, be sure to call me."

"sure."

Wen Yuxi smiled wryly from inside the door and waved his hands: "No, they are just talking nonsense."

It's terrible.

Zhiming looked at him quietly without saying a word. After a pause, he walked straight to the table, opened the lunch box, and ate elegantly.

I don't know if he is angry or not.

Wen Yuxi took a deep breath.

He suddenly opened the door, cleared his throat and said, "What are you talking about? There's nothing to do."

"We'll get busy now."

Seeing that the situation was not good, he turned around and was about to leave.

cough cough.

Wen Yuxi stopped the man and said, "Wait."

Several people turned around stiffly, putting on smiles and asking, "My Lord, do you have any other instructions?"

Wen Yuxi raised his chin slightly and said seriously, "That Taoist priest is my good friend, and I cannot criticize him."

Before the rumor spreads, quickly dispel it.

The waiters didn't expect the Marquis to get so close to them and start firing.

"Yes Yes Yes."