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"Hoo"
A gust of wind blows from the sachet, the temperature in the room drops rapidly, and an illusory figure appears, floating in the air.
His face was dull and his eyes were glazed.
After a person dies, the two souls of "heaven and earth" leave the body immediately, and are in a state of confusion. The human soul will not come out until seven days after hiding in the body. At this time, the two souls of heaven and man will come to look for the human soul.
When the three souls gather together, they can retrieve the memories of their lives and get rid of the muddle.
The saying of the first seven comes from this.
"The identity of this young man is extraordinary, and he knows the luck in my body well. I may be able to ask the core secret from him"
Xu Qi'an took a deep breath, feeling his heart beating faster and his blood boiling, he hadn't been this excited for a long time.
At this moment, his ears moved slightly, and he heard Susu's charming voice from outside the yard: "Ah, you can't go in, my husband is resting, no one is allowed to disturb you."
Then came Qiu Chanyi's unhappy voice: "I'll just go in and have a look."
"Although Daoist Chanyi is a monk, he should also know how to guard against men and women. In the middle of the night, there is no way to join a man's room."
"Mr. Xu will be very kind to the world. I went into the house to see what's going on. My family has a bright future, and I have a clear conscience."
"Hey, you still have a clear conscience. You have thirty-four disciples from the Heaven and Earth Association, why did you come here alone? You are not greedy for him."
"You, you, you" Qiu Chan blushed with embarrassment.
"What are you, you look like a young girl with a spring in her heart. My aunt is from here. I don't know what you little hoofs are thinking." Susu pinched her waist, like a fighting hen:
"My husband is as lustful as his life, and he is hungry. I advise the girl to keep a distance and be careful, otherwise she will lose her virginity and be abandoned in the end. It's not good to say it."
Susu snorted: "Or, this is right in the arms of Taoist Priest Chanyi?"
"I, I'm going to find Uncle Jinlian"
Qiu Chanyi, a little girl who was no match for the old ghost Susu, stomped her foot in shame and angrily, and ran away.
Go find Daoist Jinlian Xu Qi'an glanced at the soul floating in the room, sighed, and silently took back the sachet.
He suddenly realized that he was too impatient. There were masters like Chu Yuanzhen in the villa, who had sharp eyes and ears. Even if they didn't deliberately eavesdrop, in case someone passed by, they would listen to his biggest secret in minutes.
First let Daoist Jinlian and the others feel at ease, and then ask Yang Qianhuan to arrange a soundproof formation Xu Qi'an hung the sachet back on his waist, opened the door, and waved to Susu outside the courtyard.
With her hands behind her back, Susu walked briskly into the room, humming a ditty.
"It seems that you have a sense of belonging to your own identity." Xu Qi'an comforted.
Although this glamorous female ghost resisted on the lips, she was very honest in her heart. She had already assumed the identity of the concubine of the Xu family and held strong hostility towards the woman who tried to seduce her husband.
"I just feel that destroying your good deeds and slandering your image is full of pleasure." Susu playfully heyed twice, triumphantly.
Men like to be self-righteous, and experience the thrill of beating a mandarin duck, but he thinks he is jealous of him.
Xu Qi'an's face sank, he stretched out his hand to press Susu's shoulder, and said lightly: "When you have a physical body, I will fill you with the pleasure of swelling."
Susu raised her head and stuck out her tongue at him to make a face, in the charming charm, she was more delicate and cute.
During the conversation, Daoist Jinlian came, followed by Daoist Bailian, Li Miaozhen, Chu Yuanzhen, Nanjiang Xiaoheipi and Master Hengyuan.
Yang Qianhuan and Nangong Qianrou did not come to visit him.
"Tomorrow is going to be a decisive battle. We need to discuss it in advance. How do you feel?" Daoist Jin Lian grabbed Xu Qi'an's wrist, and after feeling the pulse, his face was a little heavy.
"I recovered after three to five days of cultivation, I'm sorry for tomorrow's battle" Xu Qi'an sighed.
His current situation is that his physical strength has recovered, but his energy is not. He can fight, but he can't exert too much strength. Unless the enemy doesn't need Qi machine, fight pure hand-to-hand with him.
"That's bad!"
Suddenly, a figure in white appeared in the room, facing the window and turning his back to everyone.
Yang Qianhuan said leisurely: "The formation I have arranged has eight layers, and the eyes of each formation need to be guarded by a master. I originally arranged a defensive formation on purpose based on your Vajra magic."
? Although the battle at night was a complete victory, beheading the young son brother and two fourth-rank peakp; "I would like to ask Senior Brother Yang to help me carve a soundproof formation, preferably able to isolate prying eyes. I am going to do a very confidential thing next." Xu Qi'an said bluntly.
"Heh, aren't you afraid that I'll eavesdrop?" Yang Qianhuan jokingly asked back.
"Heh, I don't believe in anyone, but I believe in Senior Brother Yang. Senior Brother Yang is the person with the most noble character throughout the ages." Xu Qi'an said sincerely.
"You are quite discerning." Yang Qianhuan was very helpful
In the room, Xu Qi'an closed the doors and windows, opened the sachet, and released Qiu Qian's soul again.
A cloudy wind blows and the indoor temperature drops.
Qiu Qian was like a silly son of a landlord, floating in the air in a daze.
"What's your name?" Xu Qi'an asked tentatively.
"Ji Qian."
Qiu Qian replied blankly.
Xu Qi'an pondered for a moment, and said for a moment: "What is your identity?"
"Great for the royal family."
Qiu Qian did not have ups and downs in his voice, but set off a frenzy and a tsunami in Xu Qi'an's mind, causing an effect like landslides and ground cracks.
He is from the Dafeng royal family? ! No wonder his surname is Ji, no, there is such a person in the Dafeng royal family?
Various thoughts flickered, Xu Qi'an tried to calm himself down, and asked in a deep voice: "Which line?"
The reason why he asked this question was because he was sure that there was absolutely no such person in the imperial clan in the capital. Dafeng Guozuo stretched for six hundred years, with branches and leaves scattered, and too many branches. This Chu Qian was either a side branch or someone's illegitimate child.
That's why I asked him which branch he was from.
Qiu Qian murmured: "The orthodox lineage five hundred years ago."
Xu Qi'an almost couldn't control his expression, his arms trembled violently.
Orthodoxy five hundred years ago, that is to say, he is a descendant of the former emperor who was beheaded by Emperor Wuzong? Does that former emperor still have blood left? Didn't it mean that the emperor's blood died in the hands of treacherous ministers
Um, that period of history must have been usurped, and the history books cannot be trusted, but Emperor Wuzong is such a hero, he will not know the truth of cutting grass and roots.
"What is your status in the clan?"
"I am my father's legitimate son."
"Who is your father?"
"His name is Chu Xiao, and he will surely become the co-lord of Kyushu, replacing Emperor Yuan Jing"
The line five hundred years ago came back for revenge? I killed a "prince" Xu Qi'an was stunned for a long time, trying to digest the information of this shocking power.
Then, he continued to ask: "What's the matter with my luck?"
He intends not to ask about Ji's relevant information until the core of the problem.
"" Qiu Qian was silent, silent.
I was a little too excitedXu Qi'an took a deep breath: "What's the matter with Xu Qi'an's luck?"
"The luck in his body is the presence of that lord in his body. It is the help of our grand plan and hegemony, the foundation of fighting against the supervision, and the most important step in our plan to compete in the Central Plains."
When saying these words, Qiu Qian's dull face showed a rare vividness.
This matter seemed to be imprinted deep in his soul.
"Who is that lord?" Xu Qi'an's mouth trembled.
He almost blurted out the next question: Why should luck be stored on me.
At this time, Qiu Qian's expression was obviously distorted and struggling
The night was quiet, and the chirping of insects was shrill.
On the hillside outside the dense forest, a few jackals were gnawing on the corpses, and they made a demonstration sound of "whooping" to deter their companions.
A pair of feet wearing white boots fell from the air, and landed lightly on the edge of Qiu Qian's headless corpse.
It was a person as white as snow, with white clothes and shoes in stark contrast to his jet-black hair. His face was covered with layers of mist, as if he did not belong to this world.
His existence was infinitely reduced, and he didn't deliberately cover up the movement, but the surrounding wolves gnawed on their own, and they were supposed to be extremely keen, but they didn't even notice the appearance of the white-clothed figure.
The figure in white lowered his head, glanced at the horrific corpse, looked away expressionlessly, and looked in the direction of Yueshi Villa.
He stared at it for a long time, then chuckled. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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