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The news that Yi Ruoxuan is the Soul Eater seems to have spread inside and outside the Taoist temple overnight.

All the disciples have also heard about his deeds. How can a heinous devil stay in the Taoist temple?

The three views of the people have undergone refreshes again and again.

Especially after Shu Xunmo and he recognized each other's status as Taoist couples.

It was a bolt from the blue!

There was a chaotic mess in the courtyard, the disciples wanted to visit Senior Brother Xunmo, but they were blocked at the door as soon as they remembered it. A group of people surrounded the door tightly, but they stopped when they entered the door, because they saw Yi Ruoxuan The devil is there too.

It's gone, it's all gone.

It is better to run quickly.

...inside the house...

Shu Xun got down and sat at a wooden table with Yi Ruoxuan.

Shu Xunmo held the teacup, took a sip, and said, "Then where are you going next?"

Yi Ruoxuan knew that his identity had been exposed, so he couldn't stay in the Taoist temple for too long.

"Afterwards, I'll go back to Jiuzhong Palace to clean up the gang of traitors, and then I'll be fine." Yi Ruoxuan said calmly, as if remembering something, and winked at him, "If you're interested, brother, let's live together at the foot of the mountain for a few days. "Worship or something.

Shu Xunmo simply thought that he just wanted to go down the mountain to play, thinking that nothing would happen after the Taoist temple, so he nodded.

Seeing that Shu Xunmo agreed, Yi Ruoxuan almost hid his little tail, wagging it happily.

Back then when Shu Xunmo knew that Yi Ruoxuan's identity was Soul Devourer, he was slightly shocked, but after thinking about it, even Mie Fen could beat Mie Fen so easily, it seemed that this was the only identity he had.

He quietly looked at Yi Ruoxuan's eyebrows and eyes. After the change, he hadn't seen it clearly yet, and now he looked a little surprised, without the youthful innocence, and became more mature.

Especially the pair of peach blossom eyes, the corners of which are slightly raised, almost hooking his soul.

Yi Ruoxuan found that he was peeking at him quietly, and said: "Senior brother."

Shu Xunmo realized what he was doing, pretended to be calm, and said, "Huh?"

Yi Ruoxuan leaned over like a thief and said, "I'll show you enough."

"..."

The face in front of him was facing him, and he was reflected in those deep eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the title Soul Eater.

Those pamphlets say he and...

Is he... such a person?

For a moment, I don't know what it feels like in my heart...

"Ruoxuan..." He couldn't help but clasped his hands, feeling a little uneasy.

Yi Ruoxuan looked at him, and suddenly stepped forward to kiss his eyes, and said, "Huh?"

His heart skipped a beat, and it took him a long time to realize what he was going to say, and he said, "Is that true?"

"?" Yi Ruoxuan tilted his head, somewhat puzzled.

"It's written in those little books..." He almost felt out of breath, and didn't know what he was talking about.

Yi Ruoxuan thought for a while before realizing it, and suddenly realized: Oh, it's just the things written in those damn little notebooks.

Looking at Shu Xunmo's uneasy expression again, he suddenly understood: senior brother is jealous.

Shu Xunmo has almost never felt such emotions, he only feels that his heart is stained with vinegar, which is very unpleasant, and he unconsciously clenched his sleeves in his hands.

"No, Senior Brother." Yi Ruoxuan said seriously, "There has never been such a thing."

"I would never do such a thing." Yi Ruoxuan looked at him and said solemnly.

"There has always been only you, and it will only be you in the future." Because I only like you, my heart is very small, and I can only hold one person, and I will only hold one person on the tip of my heart.

Then, there was an almost pious kiss, like treating a treasure, never daring to hurt.

......

Shu Xunmo was walking in the corridor, holding a pile of ancient books.

He was going to the Scripture Pavilion in the Taoist temple.

Yi Ruoxuan has left for the Jiuzhong Palace in the past few days, and said he will come back after work.

He had nothing to do, and remembered that he still had a bunch of books he hadn't read, so he went to Jingge to see what books he hadn't read.

Jingge, as the name suggests, is also the library library, located in the deepest courtyard of the Taoist temple, looking at it has a sense of vicissitudes.

Pushing open the old wooden door, a beam of sunlight came in, and the dust moved, revealing rows of neatly arranged books.

He brushed the dust off his clothes, lit a lamp on the table, put the books he was holding in his arms in their original place, and prepared to go to the next floor to read.

The space on the first floor is huge, and basically there are some scriptures that disciples must read. He has memorized them all by heart, so there is no need to study them further.

Holding the lamp in his hand, he took out the jade pendant in his sleeve, and pressed it against the depression in the wall.

Suddenly, the originally neat wall suddenly moved, a crack appeared in the wall, and then opened to both sides, it looked like a door.

He walked into the second floor without hesitation.

Below is the curved bamboo and wood stairs, and the "creaking" sound of stepping on it makes people feel that they will not collapse at any time.

There is a unique sandalwood smell in the air, which is much better than the smell outside.

The big candle light illuminated his whole body, he went down the stairs, and arrived at a place that was much smaller than the upper floor.

The surrounding books were no more orderly than the above ones, and they were facing each other in a disorganized manner. The books on the table were also piled up in disorder, looking like they were covered with a layer of dust.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time.

The first thing he did was to light the candlesticks on the desk to make it easier to find.

Rows of bookshelves made of bamboo and wood, there are some classified books, some about the events of Taoist temples in the past dynasties, some about playing with spells, drawing some spells and the like, as well as swordsmanship and exercises, all of which are painted A talisman against moth, lest it be mothed after so long.

But the bookshelf was half-eaten, and it would still shake.

Shu Xun's eyes were so dazzled that he couldn't search through them one by one.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a book.

Into the eyes - "Yuanjing Tan"

This book is unremarkable, no different from those books, but Shu Xunmo thinks this book is not full of dust like other books, and it should have been read by someone recently.

He didn't think much of it and continued looking.

Going back and forth, he actually saw nearly a dozen books scattered around without being dusty. Thinking about it, they should all be read by the same person.

This person seems to be looking for something.

Because he saw that these dozens of books seemed to be of the same type, and they all talked about some ancient myths and artifacts from all over the world.

He found one, patted it, and opened it.

The edge of the book has turned yellow, and the edge is a little thin, it seems that it is old.

Suddenly, like telepathy, a mosquito-fly-sized italic script came into his eyes.

Heavy round mirror.

A mirror was painted on the side.

This mirror is the same as an ordinary mirror, there is not much difference, but there is a crack on the surface of the mirror.

A broken mirror?

But he suddenly thought that this mirror was so similar to the one in his dream, with the same crack.

When he read it again, he saw a passage: "The broken mirror is reunited, the hairpins and tins are divided, and the embroidered pearls and foils are found again."

He remembered it as if it were an allusion.

The last is written in vermilion italics: Those who hold the round mirror, use blood as a medium, drop into the mirror, can block memory and change events.The caster and the castee are bound together, and if the caster is seriously injured, the caster must be implicated, and vice versa.

The meaning is: dripping blood on this mirror can then change other people's memories and what happened before. and suffer together.

He closed the book with a snap.

So, the boy in his dream was casting a spell?

Then why did it appear in my dream?

It's a bit strange.

Putting the books back to their original place, he picked out a few more books he needed to read, then turned off the lights and walked up.

You can't stay below for too long, the inside is closed, and you will feel a little dizzy after a long time.

Take the jade pendant out of the depression, and the door will automatically close.

After walking out of Jingge, he breathed the fresh air outside, and he felt much better.

When he was about to go back to the room, a young man ran towards him, he was not very old, he stopped when he saw him, and said, "Brother, the temple master is waiting for you in the quiet room."

"Ok."

The author has something to say: Friends Shu Xunmo is jealous...

Yi Ruoxuan: Daughter-in-law, I really didn’t mess around outside! Q_Q

Shu Xunmo: Do ​​you want to kneel on the washboard?Or a washboard?

Yi Ruoxuan: ...Really not... (Kneel obediently.)

I wrote the titles of the books randomly.

Hmm... Now I want to write about the beautiful rural life of husband and wife going to the fields together... and then make up a car...