In the next world, it's useless

Dao Guizhou looked up at the big tree in front of him, stretched his muscles and said, "I'll count to three two one and we'll dance together."

He paused, and then looked at Ziming with some anxiety: "We must keep up with the rhythm, otherwise one of us must experience what it means to be a dog eating shit."

Ziming chuckled, before he said anything, Dao Guizhou added another sentence: "It's also possible that we will come together to stack Arhats."

This time, his son Ming was really amused by him.

He lowered his eyes and raised his lips, the smiles in his eyes were dotted with stars, like the brightest galaxy in the night, flowing straight into Dao Guizhou's heart.

Daogui Zhou was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know why he had such an idea, but he just felt that Ziming was smiling sincerely at this moment.

Completely different from before.

He prefers Ziming like this.

This kind of cub is more lively than the previous one, and it also makes him feel more at ease.

When Ziming laughed, his voice was a bit deep, not similar to his clear and bright boyish voice in the past, but it was pleasant to hear.

Dao Guizhou heard him say helplessly: "Little Martial Uncle, I think we still have a tacit understanding."

Dao Guizhou also smiled, and he blinked, those beautiful eyes were cunning, like a little fox.

Then he said, "Three, two, one, jump!"

The shackles of the two of them affected the movement of spiritual power in their bodies, and they needed a certain amount of tacit understanding and cooperation if they wanted to fall steadily on the tree.

And their hands had been loosened as soon as they left the inn, and it was Ziming who took the initiative to let go of Dao Guizhou.

When Dao Guizhou jumped up, that sentence came to mind for no reason: After all, you can't be called little uncle, you can be misunderstood, right?

emmmmm

What is wrong?

Zhou Zhou Confused.jpg

Could it be that he misunderstood that he was born prematurely?

Then he doesn't care.

Anyway, Ziming wasn't born by him, he was just a cub in name.

【…】

Dao Guizhou resolutely ignored the system in his brain that was unwilling to be lonely.

He is in a good mood today, and his family is pleasing to the eye. He doesn't care about this system that only emits electric sounds.

[But I can’t say it straight. 】

Daoguizhou: Hehe.

Dao Guizhou squatted down to look down at the piece of Lingyu, and sighed softly: "Sure enough."

Ziming was squatting beside him. Although they were both men, one was thinner than the other. In addition, this tree was not an ordinary tree. The branch they landed on was as thick as Daoguizhou's legs. .

So they will not fall if they squat on it.

When Dao Guizhou saw it for the first time, he still had the urge to sleep on it.

Ziming glanced sideways: "There are runes on it, are they Taoists?"

Dao Guizhou nodded, thinking about something in his heart, he didn't have a clue, and his words were almost out of his head: "It's Xuantian Temple's formation, this formation uses Lingyu as the main spirit talisman, and Lingyu is white. Yes, the runes are golden, combined with the layout of the talismans we saw in the house... It is one of the spirit-gathering formations derived from the Luyun Mountain of Xuantian Temple."

He didn't touch the piece of spirit jade, closed his eyes and felt the spirit veins here, and sighed softly again: "It's still the Yin-suppressing spirit-gathering array."

No wonder no grass grows in this dilapidated place, only dead leaves are covered over and over again, but the land has not sacrificed it.

But this tree grows very well, the branches and leaves grow outside, so it is because of this formation.

This formation destroyed the spiritual veins of this place, and with this tree as the eye of the formation, it suppressed the 'spirit' that should have appeared here.

Dao Guizhou was immersed in his time as a famous detective, but he didn't know that Ziming raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile in his eyes became a little cold.

But the curvature of the corners of his mouth was hooked deeper, and the gentle eyebrows and eyes were hidden among the mottled tree shadows, hiding those deep eyes very well.

People thought it was the dark shadow that made his eyes look darker than the quiet night, but they didn't know that the pair of attractive obsidian stones were dangerous enough.

Ziming tilted his head slightly: "Little uncle, it seems that this is not taught by Lingshan, right? How do you know?"

Dao Guizhou's heart, immersed in the truth behind this incident, tugged suddenly, as if he was being lifted up by someone but refused to let it go.

He didn't look at Ziming, but said calmly, "I heard it mentioned before."

He paused: "I don't remember who it is, maybe it's senior brother Yuqing, or my master, or maybe it's senior brother."

Dao Guizhou's heart was full of ups and downs, but his tone was calm and casual: "They have a lot of knowledge, and they often come to Wen Lingchi to find me and talk to me about things outside. I think it's interesting, so I remember it. "

Ziming smiled: "So that's the case, fortunately, the little uncle remembered it."

Dao Guizhou followed with a smile: "Yes."

It's you strawberry!

Ah you potato!

If this hadn't been written in the original book, would he have remembered it?

He won't!

He can remember this formation because it has appeared several times in the original book. Besides, when Guizhou read novels in his previous life, he liked to read a lot of articles with this kind of setting, and he was most interested in the intricate sect forces. That's why he can read this book so badly.

Dao Guizhou breathed a sigh of relief, but was afraid for a while.

According to the rules of Lingshan, disciples in the school are not allowed to practice other exercises, and they are not allowed to get involved in any content of Taoism, Buddhism, or Confucianism.

Now, Zaizai is indeed kind to him and clings to him tightly, but after all, Zaizai still has a certain chance of becoming black.

If Zai Zai suspects killing him with dirty hands, report him directly to Lingshan...

ok

GG

【Cool Night I miss you like a river~】

Daoguizhou: ...

As soon as he heard the sound of this broken system, the fear in his heart found an outlet in an instant: Why didn't you remind me just now? !

[Hey, don't you really want to show off in front of Zai Zai? 】

Dao Guizhou: You are a banana melon seed skin, you say I am ordinary, oh yeah, it’s weird, you have a mechanical voice with no emotion at all, that’s the real ghost story, okay?

[Then, woo woo? 】

Dao Guizhou: ...I...

Forget it.

This retarded thing,

Is it useful to compare it?

Just a trash talker.

【……Too much. 】

Dao Guizhou simply ignored him.

He calmed down his mood, and said to Ziming in a normal tone: "Go, go and talk to Miss He."

Ziming's expression remained the same, he was still so docile and obedient: "Okay."

When the two arrived at the remote house, He Wanqing was sitting on the bluestone steps.

She leaned against the wooden door frame, the look in her eyes was gloomy, without much emotion.

Although Dao Guizhou knew she was unusual before, he always regarded her as a human being.

But now that Ziming learned that she might be a higher-level "spirit", Dao Guizhou could see that something was wrong with her.

He Wanqing couldn't leave the house.

Her incomplete memory is also very wrong.

Her look is too single.

Those eyes... it's like there's no light.

He Wanqing looked up at them: "Immortal Elder? Why are you back again?"

She became a little more energetic: "Have you found the souls of my brother and husband?"

Words too.

He Wanqing claimed that Mr. Zhou liked her and had a mutual affection with her, but every time she opened her mouth, the first thing she said was her brother.

Dao Guizhou comforted: "You don't have to be too sad, the souls of your brother and that gentleman will never be found."

Ziming's slender fingers climbed onto the chain connecting them. He played with it without interest, and raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing Dao Guizhou's words.

He put down the few short chains to watch the way back to the boat, and took a step forward calmly, ready to block the knife for this little uncle with excellent death skills at any time.

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, a pair of catkins were tightly clenched, and the sachet around her waist also vibrated accordingly.

Daoguizhou could even feel the temperature around him starting to rise.

Dao Guizhou felt a little innocent.

What did he say?

Why are you going to draw your sword again?

【...You really don't have any self-knowledge about your own ability to pick things up? 】

Daoguizhou:?Did I make a fuss?I was comforting her gently!

【…】

He Wanqing sneered: "So the elder fairy didn't intend to do me this favor at all, but just teased me?"

Dao Guizhou raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, and led Ziming's hand to raise together: "I'm wronged. Let's calm down, can you listen to me first?"

He paused, and said in a gentle and peaceful tone as much as possible: "I am a very kind person, but I have to find out whether it is your brother or you who is in love with that gentleman of yours?"

He Wanqing looked at him in disbelief: "Immortal Elder..."

"Don't talk yet." Dao Guizhou blinked: "Your brother He Songqing, are those letters sent to your brother? Why on earth do you want to occupy the magpie's nest?"

It is not certain that these are not Daoguizhou, but he made up for the so-called "spirit" with Ziming on the way here.

From this, I learned that all Nianlings like this have their own minds, but they also have one of their biggest weaknesses.

That is, after the world they think is exposed, they will collapse.

but……

Dao Guizhou has not yet figured out that it was He Songqing and Mr. Zhou who were burned to death, why did He Wanqing become Shu Nianling?

He entrusted Yiqing to investigate this point.

However, after hearing this, He Wanqing just looked at Dao Guizhou suspiciously, and didn't respond in any other way.

Dao Guizhou froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Ziming, and asked in a low voice, "Zi... Ziming, are you sure what kind of Nianling she is?"

Ziming smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on He Wanqing.

Then Dao Guizhou heard him ask: "If you can't answer, how about another question?"

The young man's clear voice was always very soft, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Dao Guizhou admits that Ziming's words are really nice, but he doesn't like Ziming's words.

Every time Ziming spoke like this, he always felt dense needles pricking his heart lightly.

superficial.

It's just an indescribable feeling.

He heard Ziming ask with the corners of his mouth curled up, "Are you He Wanqing? Or He Songqing?"

He paused, his casual tone and deliberately slowed down speech speed, coupled with his natural clear voice, formed one knife after another, stabbing the girl in front of him fiercely: "Or... ... Mr. Zhou?"

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