It’s Not Easy Being a Master

The dark cloud seemed to be full of seductive charms, with an ominous breath, floating in the air, suddenly sinking suddenly, as if sucked by something, and disappeared instantly.

The sky returned to clear, calm as usual, but nothing happened, but Shen Zhixuan's heart sank, and the uneasy emotions appeared, making him sting for a moment.

The bamboo forest was across, and Shen Zhixian couldn't see what was there, and only faintly discerned that it was still the upper boundary.

He beckoned Yan Jin to come over, Yan Jin took his coat, and used to put him on: "What's wrong?"

"I don't think it's right over there." Shen Zhixian frowned slightly, uneasy at the bottom of her heart. He hadn't had this kind of emotion for a long time, and the weird dark cloud inexplicably made him care.

But where is the weirdness of that dark cloud, Shen Zhixian couldn't say it, only instinctively felt bad. He pushed away Yan Jin, stepped back a little, held his hand to the window edge, and easily turned out of the window: "Go and see?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, when he spoke, he had already taken two steps towards it. Yan Jin followed the window without saying a word, followed closely behind him.

Through the bamboo forest, it is a small garden, which is probably abandoned for a long time, left unattended, so that the dead leaves are covered with weeds and are deserted.

As they walked, they watched around, and found no one-it was so late that the patrolling guards would not come to this remote place.

The farther you go, the more uneasy Shen Zhixian feels. The night was heavy, and there was no sound at all. The pale moonlight fell on the dust-covered rocky hills on both sides.

They were walking quietly, and suddenly the sound of the dead leaves being stepped on sounded, and the two stopped immediately—the sound came from the corner, and it seemed that someone was about to turn a corner.

At the corner of Shen Zhixian's eyes, he saw a depression in the tall rockery beside him, and immediately pulled Yan Jin into hiding.

The small depression was shallow, but it happened to be out of the moon's light, and you couldn't see anyone inside without looking carefully.

The location was narrow and the two had to be next to each other. Yan Jin was on the outside, Shen Zhixian was afraid that he would not be able to hide, and he caught him by the waist.

These two people are closer together. The difference in height and body shape makes Shen Zhixian's move seem to be actively embracing, or very enthusiastic.

However, one of the unresponsive parties did not discover this. He only found that Yan Jin was too high, blocking his sight, and forced him to pull at the other side, leaning on his toes and looking out.

Looking over Yan Jin's cheek, she accurately caught the person who turned around.

——Ms. Meng who invited them to the house.

The owner of this mansion, the young man who lingers in the painting, surnamed Meng, a single word cloud, is a wealthy businessman.

His parents were killed by mountain bandits a few years ago. Meng Yun met a woman whose parents were both dead while running for their funeral. After several exchanges, the two loved each other and became a husband and wife--the woman is now Mrs. Meng.

Meng Yun's ability to do business is good, and he can be regarded as a man. The only thing is that he loves to linger in the flowers, and when he is free, he runs to the place of fireworks. The beauty wrote lyrics ... Although the beauty in the painting never chanted his work.

These are all from the mouth of Ms. Shen's director if Shen Zhixian accidentally inquired. He did not comment on Meng Yun's behavior. He was only curious. This lady Meng who dared to paint a picture and find someone. What are you doing here alone?

The direction she came from was exactly where Heiyun appeared. Shen Zhixian quietly watched her step by step back, looking very tired, squinting slightly.

Mrs. Meng ... seems to be hiding a little secret.

Mrs. Meng soon disappeared, and Shen Zhixian waited for a while, making sure there was no more movement, before pushing Yan Jin: "Go out."

Going out of the small, narrow depression, and in the light of the moon, Shen Zhixian discovered that Yan Jin's ears had turned red at some point, like bleeding.

He stopped and stared in surprise at Yan Jin's ear, looked and looked at it, and made a meaningful oop.

However, Yan Jin was very calm and had no expression on her face, so she looked at it quietly, as if it weren't him who had red ears.

It was just that the slightly clenched fist leaked a little of his nervousness.

Shen Zhixian couldn't help but want to laugh, Yan Jin's reaction was also very interesting. He wanted to tease Yan Jin, but the timing wasn't right at this time. What happened to Hei Yun and Mrs. Meng hadn't figured out yet. He could only temporarily suppress the bad taste in his heart, and took the initiative to drag Yan Jin's hand forward go.

Following Mrs. Meng's direction, the two walked for a while, and suddenly the eyes were dark, and the surrounding scene was blurred for a moment and returned to normal, but the moonlight seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier.

The temperature dropped sharply. After the rockery, there was a small courtyard that looked shabby, and Shen Zhixuan whispered softly, "There is an array."

They broke into a formation.

However, this formation method should only serve as a shield, not too advanced, just to prevent ordinary people from discovering this yard, and for them who have cultivated themselves, it will not do much.

Several large trees were planted around the yard, and Shen Zhixian recognized it as a locust tree, with its leafy and dense trees. The gate of the courtyard was a small wooden door facing away. It had been in disrepair for years, and it was a little crooked, and a large gap was exposed next to the ground.

A rusty lock hangs on the door. Shen Zhixuan picked up a branch and poke it. The seemingly fragile lock shook, and did not break. Instead, a lot of fine rust pieces fell down, revealing hidden under the rust. Not very clear lines.

Shen Zhixian's heart moved, and the lock was so old and dusty, obviously it hadn't been opened for a long time. Then Ms. Meng came here ... It's impossible to take a walk?

Suddenly, a dark yellow glance caught in the corner of his eyes, and Shen Zhixian bent over and picked up half of the rune paper with cinnabar painting from the grass-the edges of the breaks of the rune paper were burnt black, as if burned.

The amulet looked very new, maybe it was Mrs. Cai Meng who brought it here. Shen Zhixian looked at the rune paper, frowning more and more. After holding the tree branch for a moment, she gently scratched the locked rusty block.

When the rust block on the lock was scraped almost, Shen Zhixuan was finally able to determine that the rune pattern on the rune paper was basically the same as the lock pattern.

"this is……"

It looked familiar, but Shen Zhixian didn't think of it for a moment, Yan Jin took a closer look with his hand, and calmly said, "Animation charm."

Shen Zhixian took a cool breath, and repeated it with a frown: "The charm."

How can ordinary people get so many gadgets? Does Mrs. Meng know what this is?

Spirit charms, as the name suggests, are charms that can attract various "spirits". The so-called spirit, the demon is the spirit, and the wandering soul is also the spirit. According to the charmer's cultivation, the "spirit" attracted by them is also different.

The higher the spellmaker's cultivation, the more powerful the "spirit" that is drawn. People such as Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin will draw the magical charms. In all likelihood, Li Gui Da Yao will be called, and now on this paper There is no spiritual power, apparently just made by an ordinary human being. Jomo can only call some newly cultivated demon and small wandering souls.

However, the lock still had some aura, and I don't know who left it.

Shen Zhixian remembered the dark cloud just now, and his heart sank slightly. After looking around for a while, he saw many scorched black fragments among the roots of a weed.

It is the ash fragments left after the rune paper is burnt and burned.

What did Mrs. Meng just do here?

No matter how weak the charms are used in large numbers, the summoned things shouldn't be underestimated ... The black cloud is 80% of these charms, then where are all the called spirits?

What secret is hidden in the yard?

Countless doubts surging up, Shen Zhixian remembered the words of the Painted Demon, and realized that he had unknowingly entered a misunderstanding. According to the painting of the Painted Demon, those who can enter the Undead City are all impersonal people. Forgetting to return flowers to remember, and then leave, there is a price to pay.

Mrs. Meng had an unforgettable flower on her wrist. She should have been in the Undead City, but then she did not know why she left and what price she paid.

But Shen Zhixian saw that she had no spiritual power, but she subconsciously regarded her as an ordinary mortal!

Yan Jin obviously thought of this too. With a slight movement of the hand holding the hilt, the sword would break out of the sheath. Suddenly, a faint, inaudible snoring sound came from his feet, interrupting his movement.

The two looked at the sound at the same time, but saw a small pile of fur squeezed out of the crack that was cracked because the door was crooked.

The gap was very narrow, the hair mass was very crowded, and it was covered with mud. Then it got out of it, and sat down tiredly, whispering softly.

——It is a baby bird with a big slap, covered with mud, and cannot see the color of feathers.

In such a desolate place, you can still see living things, or it looks like such a weak little guy who can let it die on the spot.

Shen Zhixuan squatted down, poking at the branches of her hand, poking at Xiao Mao's tired, trembling claws.

The little muddy magpie covered with mud was only to find two people next to him, so scared that the soul was about to fly, thinking that it was going to hurt it, struggling to stand up.

Its wings did not know whether it was injured or something. After a few fanning, it didn't fly, and it could only crawl on the ground and flutter to escape.

However, the bird ’s small legs are still short. Where it is too fast for Shen Zhixian's movements, he took two steps and was drawn by Shen Zhixian with a tree branch in a small circle.

A faint light flashed, and Xiao Maoyu bumped into an invisible small barrier, and fell back and fell onion.

"Uh-!"

It probably hurt, but it was weak, and the small claws kicked and kicked again, and they couldn't turn over, whispering, and Douda's eyes burst into tears.

Shen Zhixian didn't expect it to be so coquettish, and he turned it around with a tree branch: "Well, don't cry."

Xiao Maoyu seemed to be worried about something, suppressed the fear of screaming, stood up and stepped back two steps in a grudge, leaned on the barrier, watched the two guardedly and vigilantly, and when they were exiting, it was a human language: "You, who are you!"

"It doesn't matter who we are. What's important is how are you here and what's in it?"

I do n’t know if that sentence poked the little Mao Mao's fear point, it shivered, the beans showed huge fear, shook his head frantically, and trembled down his voice: "You, do n’t you talk in a mess ... inside ... hush, you can't talk nonsense! I will wake it up! "

It panicked incoherently, and Shen Zhixian didn't understand, but judging by its response, I probably guessed that there might be a very powerful thing in it, which caused a great threat to the little guy's life, so much so that I dare not speak loudly.

Seeing Shen Zhixian stand up, it seemed that he was going to touch the door lock. Xiao Mao was so anxious and worried about it that he stumbled and rushed to him. The small paw caught Shen Zhixian's hem and dragged him back: "No way. Can't go in! Alas! Terrible! "

Shen Zhixian's hands were almost touching the rusty lock, and he suddenly made a mistake, his face showing a stagger.

After a pause, he flipped his wrist and a long sword appeared in his hand.

The cold sword was overflowing, and the long sword trembled, as if it had encountered something that made it excited. Shen Zhixian could even sense the long-sleeping Frost Sword Spirit ...

There was a hint of wanting to be sober.

Xiao Maoyan snorted in fright, Yan Jin looked over and said for a moment: "This is it?"

Shen Zhixian held the sword body in one hand and held the sword handle in one hand with a little force. A small cut, the sword body was cold and lingering, shaking constantly. Shen Zhixuan is the Lord of Frost, and can clearly feel the agitation of the sword spirit.

"There is a magic ..." Shen Zhixian muttered. His long sword Shuanghui was the most sensitive to the existence of the demon. When Yan Yan tried to frame Yan Jin with the magic gas in the past, he could tremble with only a little magic gas.

And this time, not only did the sword tremble, but even the sword spirit, who had been sleeping for a long time, was shocked-what was it inside? !!

The anxiety that has just been suppressed has resurfaced, and there is a growing trend. Shen Zhixian brushed his sword and shook his head at Yan Jin, but he never meant to open the door again. He bent over and picked up Xiao Mao, and motioned to Yan Jin to leave.

Yan Jin hesitated for a moment, looking back at the rusty lock on her eyes, pursing her lips, not speaking, and leaving with Shen Zhixuan.

The two walked back as quietly as they came. The only difference was that this time Shen Zhixian was catching a little Mao Mao.

Little Mao Tiao didn't know if he was scared or stupid. He didn't speak all the way. It wasn't until Shen Zhixuan walked over the rockery where he had been hiding for a while. ! "

Shen Zhixian paused and looked down at it.

The small hairy owl is very small, not half the size of Shen Zhixian's palm, and Shen Zhixian's hands are flat, without pinching it.

But the little one suddenly struggled, flapping his wings, leaning his head desperately, two little claws stroking wildly, making a painful and screaming sound, as if he was holding his throat by an invisible hand, Shen Zhixuan could come from inside Hear a little dying despair.

Shen Zhixian moved a step back with a thought.

The effect was immediate, and the little fellow's struggle immediately weakened. After a while, he calmed down and lay tiredly on Shen Zhixian's hands. The tip of his wings trembled slightly. The little breast was undulating. The beak was half open and spit out. In words: "It hurts ..."

-It cannot leave the yard too far.

——There is something in the yard that restricts its departure.

Shen Zhixian asked softly, "You can't leave, are you?"

"It hurts ..." Xiao Maoxi looked at him in a grievance, and mung beans' tears were very sad, "Save me ..."

It was also very guarded against Shen Zhixian, but the pain was just that it finally destroyed its will. It didn't care much about it, and talked it out.

"I've been caught in it for a long time, and I can't get out ..." Xiao Maoyan pumped together, "There are many others like me ... being eaten ..."

The more he listened, the heavier Shen Zhixian looked.

Listening to the meaning of the little guy, this yard has been around for a long time. After a period of time, many little demon wandering souls will be called here, and then "eaten" by something inside, none of them will be spared.

Except for this little hairy owl.

This little guy doesn't know what's going on. It just woke up one day and found himself in a terrible purgatory. A thick, almost substantial black gas was crunching up the little monster little wandering spirit, it The two claws shuddered, and there was nowhere else to run, but they curled up in the corner furthest from the dark air, shivering.

Strange to say, the little monster spirits who had been called were swallowed cleanly, but Xiaomao hid for a long time and remained safe. To this day, it finally got out of that little seam.

"It hurts ... as soon as you leave, it hurts ..." Xiao Maoyan's tears fell straight and he cried intermittently, "Can't leave, he will die if you leave ... help me ..."

This little guy probably wanted to ask them to save it and leave, but what really trapped it, Shen Zhixian was clueless, and could only guess that it should be a very powerful monster based on Shuanghui's response.

Shen Zhixuan put the little guy in the cave, and Xiao Maoyu fluttered, stood firmly, and stared at the two with eager eyes.

However, Shen Zhixian did not intend to take it away. One was that he could not take it away. The other was that he did not intend to immediately explore the secrets in the courtyard. Shuanghui's restlessness and anxiety in his heart made him indifferent.

Even if Mrs. Meng is not directly involved in these matters, she must be aware of it. He may be able to inquire from Mrs. Meng ...

After thinking for a while, he and Yan Jin whispered for a while, and decided not to hit the grass so quickly.

Cobbled the little Mao Mao here so as not to run around, the two avoided the guard and went back to the house silently.

It's not too early, and after a lot of toss, the hour has passed.

This time, Shen Zhixian was finally able to sleep peacefully. He yawned lazily and got into the bed. Just before going to sleep, he only remembered to vaguely tell Yan Jin to get up earlier and quietly go back to his house, and he fell asleep. go with.

Yan Jin made a sound, but it was supposed to come down, but it had no meaning to follow. So the next day, Shen Zhixian was paralyzed with a coat and pushed open the window. He stunned with a guard who just patrolled for a moment. Shuttered the window.

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Zhixian opened the door as usual and walked out neatly, followed by Yan Jin, who was also neatly dressed.

Bring someone to bring breakfast and prepare to ask the manager where they will go next: "..."

He looked in horror at the room that was originally arranged for Yan Jin, but at that time he was empty in the room where no one was sleeping. He looked at Yan Jin and asked politely and carefully, "Is the room arranged in the house inappropriate?"

Shen Zhixian responded politely before Yan Jin said something that shouldn't be said, and then opened the topic casually and continued to inquire about Mengfu.

In the end, it was the innocent guests who were jealous of each other by the two masters in his house. The steward was very polite to them. Although he could not answer questions, he would still respond to some innocuous questions.

I have to say that Mrs. Meng has a skill under her control. Although the mansion is Meng's, the people all respect her very much. Even if Mrs. Meng took someone to break into the paintings and gave it to Meng Yun, the steward didn't say that she was bad. "Mrs. is wonderful. People are very kind to us."

Shen Zhixian echoed two sentences with a smile, pondering, and proposed to see Mrs. Meng and resign to her.

The steward shook his head this time, apologizing, "Mrs. said, this is because she impulsively affected the two sons. She should have come over to apologize to the two sons. However, she didn't get cold last night. She fell ill this morning. Difficult, please forgive me. "

Such a coincidence, was sick at this time?

Shen Zhixian remembered the tired look when he saw Mrs. Meng passing by in the middle of the night. He thoughtfully answered, and was about to answer, and heard a sound of inquiries. "Where's the lady who invited you back yesterday? Please come out, I want See you ... "

An air of sourness.

Shen Zhixian: "..."

The Lord did not see him, but waited for someone who was jealous to settle accounts.

To tell the truth, after the painting last night, Shen Zhixuan didn't really like Meng Yun.

Mrs. Meng knows that she is gentle and considerate. She is the model of a virtuous wife that many people admire and desperately need. He should cherish it. The place where Meng Yun lingers is a commonplace.

Although he only went to the paintings without hanging lanterns, looking for joy and pleasure was only limited to watching the girls in the paintings play and sing a few songs and Hu Yan's poems. Occasionally I was drunk and stayed in the painting hall, and never let the girls serve. In the eyes of others, she was quite worthy of Mrs. Meng.

However, Shen Zhixuan still felt uncomfortable. He always believed that the emotional devotion should be one-on-one equal and loyal. This behavior of Meng Yun really made him respond.

However, this is the family affairs of other people. He doesn't understand the real situation of getting along with other couples. It is really hard to say much. If it was not for the news of the Undead City, he would not intend to mix in.

Now that Mrs. Meng refuses to see them, the mysterious courtyard has no clue ... Shen Zhixian saw Meng Yun frowning slightly, and she didn't have to think much to know what he wanted to say, and immediately resigned.

Meng Yun originally wanted to persuade them to leave. When they saw that they were so active, they immediately smiled and looked a little less prepared. They waved their hands and let the servants give a generous gift: "This is my couple's recklessness, disturbing the two, a little Bo Li, please smile. "

The most important thing in Mengfu is money, and the most important thing in Shen Zhixian is money. In their eyes, this thing really is "poor gift".

Shen Zhixian didn't accept it, he politely refused, and didn't stay long, so he left hand in hand with Yan Jin.

As soon as he left Meng's house, Shen Zhixuan turned to the painting without hesitation.

The paintings are not open in the daytime, but Shen Zhixian doesn't care about all the obstructions of those little sisters. The spirited young man reappears when he sees the rivers and lakes. He summons his summoned beast Yan Jin: "Go and shut them all in the house. . "

Yan Jin said nothing, and tore away the long brocade next to him, and bundled the little sister-in-laws who came to stop in a way that would not hurt them, but would not allow them to break free easily, as Shen Zhixian said, It's all in the house.

With the squeak sound of closing the door, the shouts of the babies were much smaller immediately.

Shen Zhixian nodded with satisfaction, prepared to go up to the second floor to look for the demon. When passing by a private room, a fragrance suddenly passed into the nose.

He responded extremely quickly, dragging Yan Jin back a few steps.

As soon as he stood firm, there was a chuckle in the room, and the painterly demon Ting Ting, wearing a tulle coat, came out casually, and Taohua blinked, and sent Qiu Bo to Shen Zhixian: "The two went to Meng It ’s not enough for the government to spend a good night together. What do the people who bully me do? "

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