Chapter 105 Modern Supernatural 9

The next day, early in the morning, the sky was dim.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Nan Rui knocked on Zhou Zhile's door early in the morning.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhou Zhile rubbed his sleepy eyes, put on his pajamas, opened the door and yawned.

"Hey, let me see if you are feeling better."

Nan Rui almost missed because of the sudden opening of the door.

"...No, brother, it's only half past six, not even seven o'clock."

Zhou Zhile opened his mobile phone and took a look, speechless.

"Get used to it. We usually get up this early."

Nan Rui smiled and pointed at Mu Guishuang's door: "The junior master has gone to exercise."

"Okay... It's not easy for you to do this..."

Zhou Zhile couldn't help but sigh. Has the wind of involution spread to the world of heavenly masters?

"What are you thinking about?"

As if he saw what Zhou Zhile was thinking, Nan Rui stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhou Zhile's shoulder:

"We heavenly masters can't be trained by reciting a few spells all day long. Without a healthy and strong body, a ghost will get close and attack you with a flat attack, and you'll be finished."

"Don't look at our junior master's poor health. In fact, you can beat ten of them."

Zhou Zhile shuddered when he imagined Mu Guishuang punching him ten meters away.

Well, you can't judge a person by his appearance.

"When we return to Wenshan, you can practice some."

Nan Rui patted Zhou Zhile on the shoulder and gave him a shot.

"Now... shall we go out for a walk?"

It was a rare opportunity to go down the mountain, and the mission was successfully completed, so they had to have a good stroll in this colorful world.

Mu Guishuang didn't like noise, so Nan Rui naturally didn't want to pester her to go to the commercial street, but now that he had Zhou Zhile, a fresh little junior brother, of course he had to accompany his senior brother.

"Okay."

Zhou Zhile agreed readily, "Wait for me to change clothes."

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"This big city is different!"

Nan Rui, dressed in casual clothes, had a skewer on his left and a cup of milk tea on his right. There was also a bag of steaming sugar-roasted chestnuts and a pancake hanging from his arm.

"Delicious!"

Zhou Zhile, who was following him, was also full. He just stuffed a big bite of pancake into his mouth and nodded:

"Wow... Delicious, delicious..."

"This teppanyaki is really good~"

Zhou Zhile had something stuffed in his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Guo Ni Su, should we bring some for the little master?"

"Well, I brought some to the little master uncle when I came back from the mountain before. He accepted it, but it seems that he didn't like it very much."

"Later, my master also told me not to bring it to the little master uncle."

"Oh, so."

Zhou Zhile nodded, lowered his head and thought about the fairy-like Mu Guishuang eating skewers and pancakes...

Well, it seems that the little master uncle really doesn't like these things.

"Hiss——"

Zhou Zhile lowered his head and was concentrating on enjoying the food. He only felt someone flash by his side. He didn't pay attention for a moment and bumped into the person in front of him.

"Ouch... that was close."

Nan Rui was knocked back a few steps by Zhou Zhile who fell down, and barely protected the food in his hand.

"Fortunately it didn't fall."

Zhou Zhile, who was knocked to the ground, squinted his eyes and accused:

"No? Brother, didn't you help me?"

"Hey, sorry!"

The young man who knocked Zhou Zhile down took a step back and immediately reached out to pull Zhou Zhile up:

"I was walking too fast, I'm so sorry."

"Brother, I lost someone!"

The girl next to the young man stretched her neck, glanced at the crowd behind Zhou Zhile, and stamped her feet anxiously.

"Forget it, Xiaoli."

The young man shook his head helplessly, "This guy is too cunning, he must have discovered us a long time ago."

"Huh——"

Nan Rui, who was standing aside, finally swallowed the last bite of food, stared at the two familiar faces in front of him, pointed at the young man:

"Qi Ming?"

Then turned to the girl:

"Qi Li?"

The young man in front of him looked about the same age as Nan Rui, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, wearing a new Chinese style robe, and extraordinary temperament.

The girl next to him had some similarities with the young man in her eyebrows and eyes, but her facial features were softer, her long hair was tied into a slightly curly ponytail, and her clothes were also neat and tidy.

"Do you know us?" The girl named Qi Li looked at Nan Rui for a few times, revealing a suspicious look.

"You are from the Jiulin Qi family, how come you don't know me?"

Nan Rui collected the food in his hand and put it all into his handbag, then bowed slowly:

"Wenshan Mu family, Nan Rui."

"Oh - you are the Nan Rui from the Nan family who ran to the Mu family?"

The girl was straightforward and said whatever she thought of without thinking.

In his early years, Nan Rui, as a direct descendant of the Nan family, resolutely abandoned his family heritage and ran to the Wenshan Mu family. This story was widely circulated in the Tianshi world.

Although the three major families have opened up their doors and recruited talents in recent years, they still value their direct bloodline very much and carefully cultivate them from childhood.

This is the first time that this direct bloodline has gone to someone else's house to learn from him.

"Xiao Li." Qi Ming looked at his sister disapprovingly, then turned to Nan Rui and clasped his fists:

"My sister is immature and offended Brother Nan. Please forgive me."

"It's okay. I don't care about these. Don't be so polite to me."

Nan Rui's main impression of Qi Ming and Qi Li comes from the Tianshi Conference a few years ago.

At that time, the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts had just happened, and the world was full of ghosts and monsters. The Tianshi sent out suffered heavy losses.

Led by the three major families, the Tianshi world was summoned to discuss countermeasures.

Nan Rui had just run away from the Nan family and joined the Mu family. He followed Mu Guiyuan to attend the conference.

Most of the participants at that time were experienced and capable Tianshi. Nan Rui, who had just come out of the thatched cottage, saw the brother and sister who were equally young and ignorant at a glance.

"This is my junior brother, Zhou Zhile."

Several people made a simple self-introduction one by one.

"By the way, who are you tracking?"

After exchanging names, Nan Rui slapped his head and remembered the encounter of the four people at the beginning.

"Oh, don't talk about it."

Qi Ming sighed:

"There is news that a 'traitor' has appeared in the side branch of our Qi family. It is said that he uses evil magic to raise ghosts. His specific intentions are still unknown."

"Most of the elders in the family are busy, so we two young people are temporarily sent out to investigate and find out the news."

Although there are not many people in the profession of Tianshi, there are also people with bad intentions who use improper means to harm the lives of ordinary people and seek personal gain.

Such people have always been despised by their orthodox Tianshi, but human nature is treacherous. Because of various reasons such as interests and personal feelings, this behavior is still repeatedly banned.

"We were following him closely, but something went wrong. He probably noticed us and ran all the way to the commercial street, then disappeared into the crowd."

Qi Ming roughly explained the situation and turned his gaze to Zhou Zhile:

"We were too impatient. Is this little brother okay?"

"I'm fine, I just spilled something."

Zhou Zhile wiped the dust off his hands and stared at the snacks spilled on the ground with a distressed look, feeling very sad:

"What a pity! I haven't even tried the sugar-roasted chestnuts yet!"

"It's okay, I'll give you mine."

Nan Rui patted Zhou Zhile's head as if he were treating a child, to comfort him.

"Okay, okay."

Zhou Zhile reached out and quickly caught the small bag that Nan Rui handed over.

"Wait, what is this?"

Qi Ming wanted to ask for compensation for Zhou Zhile's food, but he grabbed Zhou Zhile's outstretched arm.

A black circular pattern was printed on the inside of Zhou Zhile's right wrist.