The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

When Ning Zetao came in, Ning Zewen was pretending to be casually approaching the water tank in the yard, pretending to be admiring the simple big tank.

Hearing his brother's cry, he turned his head in surprise, but unexpectedly, the water tank next to him made a soft sound, and then the edge suddenly cracked, and a piece of debris hit his instep hard, causing him to squat down on the ground and hold his hand in pain. The feet cried out in pain.

The sound outside interrupted Ning Xingruan's state of concentration. With a flick of his hand, the ink on the nib of the pen fainted into black dots as big as beans.

Hearing Ning Zewen's cry of pain, Ning Xingruan raised his eyes to look out, and saw Ning Zetao coldly glance over with anger in his eyes.

His fingers holding the brush slowly tightened, and he felt angry until he sighed softly, Qingxuan took the brush from his hand and put it down, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly and said, "Take a rest before continuing." , I'll go out and have a look."

Ning Zetao helped Ning Zewen up, and when he saw Qingxuan approaching, he said calmly, "Master Daoist, I want to send Zewen to be bandaged, so I won't delay your business, please take care of me."

Qingxuan's expression remained unchanged, he glanced at Ning Zewen, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ning, I just want to come here to remind you, since you have warned little friend Ning not to get close to your brother, do you want to keep this little friend under control? Don't let him run around?"

Ning Zetao didn't expect him to speak clearly in front of his younger brother, he didn't know how to react for a while, and his expression was a little stiff.

Ning Zewen didn't expect such a thing to happen. He looked back at his brother stupidly. From Ning Zetao's expression, he knew that what the Taoist said was true.

The elder brother warned Xingruan to keep him away from him, but he insisted on sticking to him. Ning Zewen panicked with anger and embarrassment, his face and eyes turned red instantly.

Ning Zetao said with a hard expression: "I will take good care of my brother, please tell him, my words remain unchanged."

"You, why do you treat my friend like this!" Ning Zewen struggled aggrievedly, gasping for breath, but Ning Zetao was determined to keep him away from Ning Xingruan, with his arms across his chest Struggled by him.

The smile on Qingxuan's face faded, and he said expressionlessly: "Mr. Ning, I can convey the message to you, but please be polite to my little friend."

"Little friend Ning has never done anything wrong. You vented your anger on him for no reason. Your words are harsh, which is a bit too much."

Ning Zetao restrained his struggling younger brother, looked up and down at Qingxuan, and after a long time he snorted lightly, and said mockingly: "Master Dao, are you joking? Did I vent my anger on him for no reason? Is there any reason? You should be very concerned. Clear? If you don’t look at what you are doing, what right do you have to say such things to me.”

He seemed to really think that Qingxuan's words were too funny, he laughed lowly after speaking, and looked at Qingxuan with undisguised sarcasm.

Qingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "Of course I am saving him, do you have an opinion?"

The voice came to his ears, and Ning Zetao suddenly felt cold. He looked into Qingxuan's eyes, and those eyes became deep and dark. Just looking at them, he suddenly felt a chill.

The voice in the ear and the light in front of his eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only the black that was slowly approaching and getting bigger, slowly covering him, enveloping him in the most desperate black mist.

He couldn't feel his own existence anymore, only a consciousness floating in the endless darkness, his hands, feet, facial features, and torso all disappeared.He couldn't even do a simple action like blinking his eyes. All that was left was despair, endless despair.

Time lost the concept, his consciousness slowly slackened, and the only thought left was, why is he still not completely dead...

When the severe pain hit, he was ecstatic in his heart. He felt like a blade was cutting his flesh piece by piece on his leg. The pain made him feel the existence of his own limbs, and his chaotic consciousness was instantly pulled back.

He is still alive!

However, the pain is redemption at the beginning, and the endless pain is the most tormenting torture. He can't bear it, wants to scream loudly, wants to call someone to come over and kill him, so that he won't be subjected to this endless torture again.

No one could hear his heart, the blade scraped the remaining flesh on the leg bone, making a harsh friction sound, followed by the other leg, the arms...

When the light shone on his eyelids, Ning Zetao suddenly saw his own bloody skeleton without a trace of flesh.He screamed, opened his eyes, and saw himself standing in the yard in front of the ancestral hall, with his angry brother still wrapped around his arm.

At this time, the anger on the younger brother's face turned into doubt, and he asked in a low voice, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

what happened?

He was trembling all over, sweating profusely, and his arms around his younger brother dropped uncontrollably.

It hurts, it hurts!

He looked at Qingxuan, the Taoist priest with a fair face put on that mask-like gentle expression at this time, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

What the hell is he, what does he want to do? !

The bone-piercing chill made him shiver more than the pain of being lingering.

"Mr. Ning, should I apologize to my little friend?"

The muscles on Ning Zetao's face trembled uncontrollably, his expression was ferocious, and there was only deep fear in his eyes.He wanted to scream loudly, and wanted his brother to run away, but as soon as the thought came up, his vocal cords seemed to disappear, and he couldn't make any sound.

Both legs seemed to still have the pain of being lingering, and they almost fell to the ground when they moved a little, and Ning Zewen helped them to stand firm.

Walking step by step to the door of the wing, Ning Zetao bent slightly, his voice trembling: "Yes, I'm sorry, I..."

The rest of the words were broken into pieces.

Ning Xingruan looked at the sweat dripping down his hair, Ning Zetao, who looked like he had just been fished out of the water, was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a while.

what happened?

He only heard Ning Zetao say a few words emotionally, and then he became like this.

Without waiting for Ning Xingruan to speak, Ning Zetao dragged Ning Zewen and stumbled towards the outside. Seeing that he was so worried, Ning Zetao apologized to Ning Xingruan and followed him away .

"Daozhang, what's wrong with him?" Ning Zetao's strange behavior just now made him a little scared.

Qingxuan shook his head slightly: "Maybe I was frightened when I thought of something terrible. This person is very angry and has evil eyes. You should stay away from him."

With Ning Zetao's attitude, it is naturally impossible for Ning Xingruan to have anything to do with him.

Taking a new piece of paper and laying it out, he calmed down and copied the scriptures meticulously. After consulting Taoist Qingxuan for a few uncommon words, he silently recited them word by word until they were all fluent.

Every scripture of Qingxuan Yandao is not just a combination of superficial words, there are many hidden obscure pronunciations, only with a teacher's inheritance, will it be recited by the master orally, this is called the scriptures.

Unexpectedly, Ning Xingruan still had such a saying, he said with a smile, "Then I'm going to call you Master?"

With a deep smile on Qingxuan's lips, he said slowly: "It's not impossible."

The rhythm of chanting sutras was a bit awkward, and Ning Xingruan couldn't raise his voice in a few places. He smiled a little embarrassedly, while Qingxuan motioned him to get closer to him, and then slightly attached his slender fingers to his chin, a light Gently squeezed his throat.Knot, one resting on his chin.

The location where he was touched was too special, Ning Xingruan shrank for a moment, and then resisted not moving.

"Try." Qing Xuan whispered.

When he opened his mouth again, he pressed his fingers slightly under the chin, and the tone of the original hoarse voice became clear in an instant. He touched his neck in surprise and smiled at Qingxuan.

After finishing the scripture sentence by sentence, when Ning Xingruan memorized it completely, the sky also darkened.

He was embarrassed to trouble Qingxuan any more, so he declined Qingxuan's proposal to send him back.

Before leaving, he hesitated and asked in a low voice. It was inconvenient for him to copy the prescription of the medicine he drank, otherwise he would always trouble Taoist Qingxuan if he had any problems. He felt very sorry.

Qingxuan looked down at him, the young man's cheeks were slightly flushed because of embarrassment, his slender fingers were tensely tangled, and his eyes looked apprehensive and grateful.

He chuckled softly: "That prescription is useless. I have given you an increased dose of medicine. Don't worry, that won't happen again."

"The ancestor worship ceremony will be in three days. You will be busy with me again in these two days. Go back and have a good rest."

three days left……

Ning Xingruan hoped that the ceremony would be over quickly so that he could return to normal, but he was also a little scared about going to the mountain temple to watch the night.

After bidding farewell to Qingxuan, not long after he left the ancestral hall, he saw a familiar figure standing on the side of the road from a distance, and when he walked in, he saw that it was Ning Zewen.

When Ning Zewen saw him, his face flushed instantly, his expression was ashamed and troubled, and finally he bowed deeply to Ning Xingruan, and ran away quickly.

Ning Xingruan stopped, looked at his distant figure, and sighed slightly.Ning Zewen is a good boy, but if something like this happened today, he might not come to him anymore.

Although he is not familiar with Ning Zewen, he was embarrassed and speechless when he met him during the day, laughing and enthusiastic, and Ning Xingruan was still unavoidably disappointed.

When he got home, he was about to enter the door when the closed courtyard door next door creaked and shook, and then was pulled open from inside, and an old man in a Chinese-style gown came out hunched over.

He raised his head slightly to see Ning Xingruan, with a smile on his wrinkled face.

"Xiao Ning, what a coincidence, we will be neighbors from now on!"