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Passing through one quiet path after another, following the white walls and green tiles on both sides, Qi finally came to a unique courtyard, looked around, it seemed that there was no other way out, he gently slowed down. step through the door.

In the courtyard, the green eaves are silent, the grass is green and the wind is light, and the side of the stone steps, the faint color of moss can be seen everywhere.

There is also a persimmon tree planted outside the west window, and its branches and leaves are old. There are only three or two honeysuckle persimmons left, which are as orange as fire, hanging on the branches precariously.The whole tree is in its dying years, and its body is crooked in the corner, blocking the shadow of the time in front of the window.

Qi Zhong stopped to look at the scenery in the courtyard for a long time, and felt a sense of seclusion from the world.

He couldn't help saying: "Tsk tsk, how often does this guy go home? The fallen leaves are all over the ground."

Walking to the front of the steps, he looked at the top of his head and saw two small characters engraved on the door plaque: Yunfang.

What an elegant name.

Qi Zhong sighed in his heart, followed Shen to look at the closed door, and thought for a while: Are you there?

He wanted to leave, but felt that it was not worthwhile to spend so much effort to find this place, and just leave like this.

Rolling his eyes, Qi Zhong looked around his surroundings, and thought for a while: How about sweeping the floor for him before leaving, and then he should make an apology!

……

After re-arranging the small courtyard, Qi Zhong sat in front of the door with satisfaction, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and thought that he owed nothing to anyone now.

At this moment, the sky is getting a little drunk, and the few tung trees in front of the door are shaking their petals again in the light and shadow, falling on the stone steps and the eaves of the door.Qi Zhong sighed, a little tired, and didn't want to clean it any more, thinking that a little bit of falling flowers would be harmless.

Lowering his eyes, he leaned back attached to him, but he didn't want to fall into the door all at once.He got up in surprise and looked at the slightly open door: the door is not locked?

……

With his entry in the evening, it also flooded into the cloud room, making the room even more spacious and bright.

The interior design is quite stylish, Qi Zhong thought it was just an ordinary house, but after looking around, he found that it was not that simple.

The window facing the mountain, the sky is bright and clear, the outside of the house is surrounded by green bamboos and trees, it is very quiet, but in the distance is the misty scenery of the mountain top, which is very suitable for poetry and meditation.

After Qi Zhong watched the scenery outside the window, when he turned around, he saw a door embedded in the east wall, which was locked tightly, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time, and there was dust on the lock.

He paid attention to it, thinking that it was impossible for people to hide inside.

I thought the door was slightly open because the owner of the door was concentrating on other things in the house and didn't know what was going on outside the house.I went in to have a look, but there was no one there.

Qi Zhong sighed, and was about to go out, when he saw an irregular bookshelf piled high beside him, densely filled with books, and there was a furnace of incense ash under the shelf, it should be someone who loves books and is afraid of moths eating books, Often infused with rosin.

Qi Zhong was curious for a while, and scanned the bookshelves one by one with his fingertips, and found an ancient book at the end that was suitable for his eyes, and gently pulled it out, ready to admire it.

But I found that the book was too old and had no cover, and I didn't know the author or title.

Qi Zhong gently flipped through the two pages and began to read carefully from the beginning.When I saw that the whole article was full of ancient Chinese with weird fonts, I thought I couldn’t understand it at all, so I should give up.

Just as he was about to close the book, the chapter on the first page couldn't be closed, and it was spread out in his hands.Qi Zhong looked down, but couldn't move his eyes anymore. The edge of the page emitted a strange colored light, like a huge suction force, which made his eyebrows ache.

"What the hell is this?"

I can't throw it out, I can't close my eyes and I can't look at it.Qi Zhong felt remorseful, he really shouldn't touch other people's books.

While he was anxious, a faint fragrance emanated from the pages of the book, soothing his dizziness.Immediately, the person slowly closed his eyes like hypnosis.

At that moment, the words on the book flapped their wings and flew around him in an orderly manner.

When he opened his eyes again, Qi Zhong felt as if he had come to a cold prison, surrounded by ice and cold. He was sitting in the center of the skylight, his hands and feet were bound by chains, and he was still holding the strange book in his hands. ancient books.

The pages of the book have already changed their appearance and are brand new.

Qi Zhong opened the book again, only to find that the words on it suddenly became easy to understand, and the author's smooth writing style and quick thinking can be seen between the lines.

This is a book of spells, which talks about a kind of illusion and mind cultivation.

The shock in Qi Zhong's heart gradually calmed down, and he settled down to read carefully. In the first paragraph of the main text, he wrote: "Breaking the sky, reversing life and death. Create thoughts from the heart, and the thoughts are illusory. For thousands of years, a big dream field……"

He sensed it all at once: "Could it be that this kind of mind-cultivation method can overcome the restriction of Tiange on my fate?"

People in Shangjiang mainly focus on heart cultivation, supplemented by sword cultivation, and it will be easier for them to reach the pinnacle and become immortal.

This point has been confirmed by the immortals and immortal cultivators of all ages.But there are often shortcuts in this world, but there are not many people who can take the shortcut well. Most of the mind-cultivators go crazy when they are halfway through the practice.

Of course, there are also people who insist on going their own way and endure to the end, but the performance of this good fortune is ruthless and ungrateful, and they don't know the warmth or coldness of the world.

Qi finally recalled the reminder that the master had given him, and fell into hesitation.

Sighing, he continued to browse down, but saw a torn page, which happened to be the page where the taboos were written in detail. He helped his forehead, and Qi Zhong sighed again.

He didn't know how to get out of the strange situation caused by this book, so he had no choice but to read it one by one. The more he read, the more strange he felt.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity hit his heart, he paused for a while, did not turn down, just recalled by heart, the coherent words and sentences lingered in his mind, he turned the pages in disbelief to confirm that the content in the book was exactly what he thought They were exactly the same.

"...Is this book written by my ancestors?"

Memories like a dream come flooding in like a flood.

Qi finally closed the book, closed his eyes and recalled, the speed of reading was several times faster, and in a short while, the content of the spell stopped abruptly.

He slowly opened his eyes, and found that he had returned to the cloud room, and the book in his hand had been closed.

Swallowing his throat, he hadn't recovered yet, why did a strange book with incomplete contents appear in that man's study room?

Could it be that... he has some secrets that are causing harm to the common people?

At first thought, Qi Zhong took a deep breath, saying that he knew people but didn't know what he was thinking. His random suspicions had bluffed him, and he was about to leave with the evidence and report to the police, but the book fell out of his hand and turned to the police. He smashed his head off, seeming very annoyed at his thoughts.

"Hey you..."

Qi Zhong grabbed the book back, and after opening it, he found that every page was blank, except for a line in the middle: Suspicious, doubt yourself.

"What do you mean? You mean I wronged him?"

"..." Feishu didn't respond.

Qi Zhong said again: "If he has no ghosts in his heart, why would he collect harmful forbidden books like yours?"

The ancient book froze for a moment, then spontaneously ignited in the air.

Qi Zhong turned pale with shock: "Ah, hey. What are you doing? Why did you burn yourself? The burn is gone, where can I find the same one to compensate him?"

"Stop! Don't burn it!"

He scrambled to put out the fire, but he came face to face with smoke and dust.

"Ahem..." Qi Zhong covered his mouth and took a few mouthfuls of smoke, and when he looked up again, the book was gone.

"It's over..."

He sighed in panic, took a step back, and accidentally bumped into the wooden box behind him, on which the poems and paintings written on Songjiang paper, originally rolled up well, were knocked to the ground and scattered all over the place.

Qi Zhong panicked and squatted down to pick up calligraphy and paintings. Seeing the extraordinary artistry, his heart was moved at first glance.

"Which famous artist is this collection?" It must be valuable.

Thinking like this, he unfolded a corner to check the artist's name, but at the moment he saw it, he immediately rolled it up with a slightly embarrassed expression: it turned out that this idiot drew it himself.

After carefully tidying it up, Qi Zhong patiently put it back on the wooden box for him, but saw that the box was unlocked, revealing the edge of a piece of colored oiled paper.

Frowning, Qi finally thought about putting it away for him, so as not to crush the unknown item after putting down the calligraphy and painting.

After thinking about it, he put the calligraphy and painting aside again, knocked open the wooden box lightly, and when he was about to take care of it, Qi Zhong's face froze.

In fact, there is only one thing in the box, which is a colorful paper kite.

Gently picking up one wing of the kite, Qi Zhong suddenly recalled the scene of studying in the academy when he was a child in a trance at that moment.

The sound of the book is loud, and the scene of fleeting years flashed through his mind like a horse watching flowers. At this moment, he finally remembered who was the person who made an appointment to release paper kites on the top of the mountain, but finally missed the appointment.

He also recalled his stupidity of waiting on the mountain for a day, keeping the promise until the pouring rain fell, and never leaving, which just proved the viciousness of a person who broke his promise.

The so-called fate is probably like this. After so many years of knots in his heart, he finally became sober at this moment, and he also saw clearly the hypocritical surface of that person.

A person who can't even keep a child's promise is not worth going to "see people's hearts for a long time" at all, and the judgment has already been made at the moment.

Qi Zhong was so angry that he unconsciously squeezed the paper kite with his hand, crushing the thin layer of paper.

……

In the morning light, Mu Yun took the case file and returned to Yunfang to continue the analysis.

The moment he entered the courtyard, he was suddenly surprised. Seeing that the green steps in the courtyard were clean and the vegetation was neat, it seemed that someone had cleaned it specially.

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The night was as cool as water.In a bamboo forest on the outskirts of Jingxin, the thatched cottage was twilight.

Under the eaves lamps, moths fluttered into the flames, and the shadows of the dead fell in a hurry, dangling on the walls of the house again and again.Suddenly, the shadow of these small flying insects was mixed with the shadow of a red thread as thin as silk, which penetrated into the center of the wall of the room at an extremely fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, a magnificent and beautiful red figure stepped on this red thread, gently descended with the wind, and landed silently at the door of the thatched cottage.

Fang Yanxiao cautiously checked the situation in the house, but there was no one there.

According to her observations over the past few days, the owner of this hut is suspicious, and it is very likely that he is the guy she is looking for.Right now, she is not quite sure yet, so she can only quietly approach his residence and test it out.

In the quiet room, there is only one oil lamp flickering brightly, and there are several baskets of dried herbs spread around.

Fang Yanxiao focused her eyes on a dark purple medicinal herb, and wanted to take a closer look with some curiosity.But before she touched the herb, a warning came from behind her: "Don't touch it!"

Then, a silver needle quickly passed through the hall, and then passed through her fingers, pinning the medicinal herb to the edge of the basket.

She turned around in surprise and saw someone coming.