Taoist Quick Wear

Jiang Yao walked out the door silently.

Si Qingyan was being stopped by a young man with thick dark circles under his eyes. Today this boy is wearing a purple sweatshirt with four words written on it - All members are evil.

When Si Qingyan saw him last time, the boy was wearing a "Dark Mystery" sweatshirt. Has he changed his faith now?

"Purple Villain" wanted to grab Si Qingyan's collar, but Si Qingyan took a step back and avoided the young man's hand. With tears in his eyes, the other party pointed at Si Qingyan and asked sternly:

"Why are you lying?"

"Are the demon kings, cultivation, faith...all fake?"

The young man burst into tears. He looked like he had been abandoned by the chaos, and he almost cried blood.

"Why did you lie to me?"

"What kind of future do you want?" Si Qingyan's dark pupils met the boy's tearful eyes. There seemed to be a deep sea between them, which quickly soothed the other person's emotions.

"You have parents, family, and friends. As you get older, you will have a wife and children. Do those unscientific things mean anything to your future life?"

If it is just based on interest, this path is very unsuitable for ordinary people. Without the corresponding abilities, understanding these will only put you in a dangerous situation.

"I just want to become a strong man..." Have great power and not be afraid of death.

The young man thought about what Si Qingyan said and looked a little confused. Besides the collapse of his faith, what was he angry about?

"Isn't that easy? You can run five kilometers every morning, practice weight lifting, frog jumps, and push-ups. It's best to hire a fitness coach to guide you." Si Qingyan suggested warmly.

"But... what's the difference between that and ordinary people?" The young man's eyes widened, feeling that the "mysterious bishop" who used to be mysterious and unpredictable had become vulgar.

"Only young children feel that they are the center of the world. As adults know, everyone in the world has their own independent consciousness. You are no different from the people you pass by in the crowd."

"I want to become something different from ordinary people." The young man was very persistent.

"The body is the capital of revolution. If you stay up a few more nights, your dream will come true."

Si Qingyan looked helplessly at the young man's somewhat distracted eyes.

If this person had survived in ancient times, he might have been chosen as a disciple by some powerful person.

In today's world, it would not be understood.

After all, the reason why he is so good is because of the Dark Night Sect, and maybe Wei Sixian also contributed. Now that Si Qingyan saw it, he couldn't let the other party keep getting into trouble.

Well...it is necessary to strengthen the transformation of socialist core values.

"I'm in good health." The boy blushed and his stomach growled.

"Time flies, spend more time in real life."

After Si Qingyan finished speaking, she sidestepped the young man and went upstairs.

Jiang Yao has been waiting at the entrance of the stairs, looking enviously at the young man wearing the "all villain" clothes from time to time.

Damn it, I’m actually being watched by my master...

Naive and stupid guy.

The boy was shivering from the cold and didn't know what was happening.

"Master, I have finished memorizing yesterday's words. You can check them at any time."

"If the master finds that little guy troublesome, I can deal with him..."

“Would you like some Jiang Yao?”

Jiang Yao bent slightly, his posture was elegant, as if he had trained etiquette thousands of times, and his posture was smooth and natural.

"No." Si Qingyan refused calmly.

Jiang Yao walked directly through the door and opened the door for Si Qingyan inside.

He was finally able to follow the plan he had made before, offering Si Qingyan the slippers he needed to change into and hanging his coat on the coat rack.

The white Manzhu flower caught Jiang Yao's attention. He seemed to like it very much and even stretched out his slender fingers, but Jiang Yao did not touch the petals.

"It seems to be able to absorb negative emotions, and it will change color when the time comes..."

"White looks better."

Jiang Yao recognized that this was the Manzhu flower unique to the underworld, and could not bear to let his negative emotions contaminate it.

"That's true." Si Qingyan also agreed with Jiang Yao's words.

Leaving the Manzhu flowers in his pocket was too casual. Si Qingyan took out a blue-glazed moire vase from Wei Sixian's collection cabinet and carefully inserted the Manzhu flowers into the bottle.

The flowers and the vase match each other very well. The dewdrop seems to have not fallen yet, it is very firm.

Si Qingyan placed it on the table. The whole room was indescribably quiet and soft, and the breath it exuded seemed to soothe the soul.

The sun had come out. Si Qingyan closed the curtains and rested on the bed for a while after washing.

Suddenly I was able to fall asleep.

What comes into view is a pair of well-proportioned, white and slender hands.

The hands were kneading the soil.

"If you can't make the vase your Majesty wants, your head will be chopped off and fed to wild dogs." The man's voice was soft and full of malice.

Instead, the man who was squeezing the soil chuckled softly, like the moon in early autumn, warm and gentle. His voice was extremely gentle and there was no trace of anger at all.

"If a few broken bodies can be eaten by wild dogs, it will be a blessing for me."

The feminine voice snorted coldly and walked away.

On the other hand, the man looked at the patches of white manju flowers in the garden and sighed softly.

"If I die, who will take care of you?"

The white flower plants swayed slightly in the breeze, as if to comfort him.

Ji-blue glaze is extremely difficult to make, and His Majesty also demanded the best quality. Even though he tried his best, he could not make a perfect porcelain bottle. Ji-blue glaze can only be fired at extremely high temperatures in one go. If the temperature is not right, glaze problems will occur.

The deadline was approaching, and the last batch of porcelain bottles were fired in the kiln. Suddenly, there was a heavy rain, and the weather suddenly turned cold. The ending was already determined. He tidied his appearance and was about to die calmly, but in the end, he accidentally cleared out a perfect blue glaze cloud pattern bottle from the broken porcelain pieces. The color is like the deep sea, the glaze is even and clean, not light or dark, and as bright as a gem.

If it is used to hold white Manzhu flowers, it must be a perfect match.

He was happy to be relieved of his heavy responsibility, and warmed a pot of wine to see the flowers. However, after a night of wind and rain, all the flowers blooming in the garden withered and mixed with the soil, indistinguishable from each other.

He presented the blue glaze cloud pattern bottle that satisfied the emperor, and he survived, but he was depressed and died of coughing up blood.

Suddenly, many years later, the young Wei Sixian fought against everyone at an auction and bought the blue glaze cloud pattern bottle with exquisite craftsmanship and unique charm.

For some reason, Wei Sixian felt that this porcelain was very beautiful, familiar, and important, and could not be missed.

In the dark, the flowers and leaves will eventually meet.

Flowers and leaves have branches, and it is not impossible to leave a little remnant soul. If reincarnation is reestablished, there will always be a day to meet again.

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It was already noon when Si Qingyan woke up, and Jiang Yao was reciting his new 300 words again.

The flower still looked the same, as if it was melted into the surrounding air, blurry, and normal when you look closely.

It wanted to awaken Wei Sixian's remnant soul.

But there was no soul left in Wei Sixian's body, and it was impossible to respond to it.

The mobile phone received a text message, and Lawyer Lin packaged the information that had been found and sent it to Si Qingyan's mailbox.

"This is part of the information, and we are still following up. If you need Jiang Yao's old things, we will send them to you."

Si Qingyan clicked on the file package sent by the other party and transferred the balance.