Xu Jianguo looked up and did not find any heat source. He felt it carefully and found that this heat was completely different from the heat of burning flames. It was like when we hide in the shade in the summer. Although we are not exposed to the sun, the air around us is hot.
Confused, Xu Jianguo looked at the bottle in his hand, then at the hole in the wall in front of him. He suddenly remembered what the old Taoist priest had said to him in the Wuchang Temple: "After being struck by lightning, the properties of lightning-struck wood will change from extreme yang to extreme yin, and then from extreme yin to extreme yang. This is caused by the lightning-struck wood itself digesting the lightning energy."
"So that's it!" Xu Jianguo muttered, and immediately understood what was going on.
The scorching breath he felt should be the effect produced when the lightning-struck wood turned from extreme yin to extreme yang.
After figuring out what was going on, Xu Jianguo left the study.
He looked at the watch on his wrist and saw that it was almost midnight. He was worried about disturbing Wen Sitian and Funiu, so he did not go to the bathroom on the second floor to take a shower. Instead, he turned and went to the yard and walked into the bathroom.
After taking off his clothes and throwing them into the washing machine, Xu Jianguo stood in front of the mirror with his upper body bare, looking at the tattoo on his left chest in the mirror with a strange expression.
The tattoo was of an irregular shape, depicting a man in black ancient costume. The man's face was gloomy and ferocious, with only whites in his eyes. There was a hint of evil in his eyes, as if he was a demon from hell.
The man held a large square seal with an ancient shape in his hand. His posture gave people a strong sense of oppression, as if the seal would fall from the sky in the next second.
The ancient seal is engraved with the two words "Youming" written in small seal script. The color of the font is bright red like blood, making it look even more eerie and gloomy.
In his previous life, in order to be able to make friends with some important figures and learn to be cultured, Xu Jianguo hired several teachers to teach him calligraphy. Among them, some were good at cursive script and some were good at small seal script, so he could recognize the two words on the tattoo.
Behind the man was a pattern of auspicious clouds, but the color of the auspicious clouds was black, and within the clouds, two scarlet eyes could be vaguely seen.
Xu Jianguo turned his gaze slightly and felt that no matter how he moved his eyeballs, the two red eyes seemed to be staring at him.
He stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the strange tattoo, his mind unable to help but recall Bai Wuchang's words: "All evils retreat, and all poisons are immune!"
Xu Jianguo turned around and looked at the tattoo in the mirror. A smile suddenly appeared on his face. He muttered quietly, "Although it looks a bit evil, I have to admit that it is really handsome!"
In his previous life, Xu Jianguo had seen many young people with tattoos, such as those with tattoos on their arms and backs. He quite liked this culture. For a while, he even wanted to tattoo the only photo of himself, his parents, and his brothers on his arms. However, when he went to consult the tattoo artist later, he was discouraged and gave up the idea.
He remembered the tattoo artist saying, "Old man, your skin is so loose. Even if you tattoo it, the whole picture will be distorted..."
Turning on the shower, Xu Jianguo took a nice bath, then returned to the house wrapped in a bath towel and tiptoed up to the second floor.
He opened the door and took a look, and found that Wen Sitian and Funiu were sleeping soundly, so he did not disturb them. He ran to another bedroom, untied the bath towel and threw it away, then crawled into the bed with his naked butt, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Xu Jianguo did not get up early and slept in, which was a rare occurrence. After Wen Sitian got up, she looked at the empty bed beside her and felt inexplicably worried.
She looked at Fu Niu beside her, suppressed her uneasiness, kissed the little girl on the face, and said with a smile: "Good morning, Fu Niu!"
Funiu's eyeballs moved left and right under her eyelids. Wen Sitian touched her little head, got up, put on her clothes, opened the door and walked out.
After washing up in the bathroom, Wen Sitian walked back to the house with a washbasin, took off Funniu's pull-up pants, wiped her with a hot towel, and changed her into new pull-up pants.
After cleaning up for Funiu, Wen Sitian carried the basin and walked towards the bathroom. When she came out after pouring the water, she happened to meet Du Yu who came out of the house.
"Good morning, ma'am!" Du Yu said with a smile.
"Du Yu, good morning!" Wen Sitian also replied with a smile.
"Madam, I have brought breakfast in for you. Please eat it while it's hot. I'll go and take the meal to the old Taoist priest!" Du Yu said.
"Okay, thank you!" Wen Sitian said, but then she suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly called out, "Du Yu, wait a minute, who do you want to deliver the meal to?"
"Go and deliver food to the old Taoist priest in Wuwei Temple!" Du Yu said.
"Ah? The Taoist priest is back? Then where is your young master?" Wen Sitian asked.
"Young Master? Young Master is sleeping in the room!" Du Yu raised his hand and pointed to another bedroom and said with a smile.
When Wen Sitian heard this, her pretty face immediately twisted together, and she walked towards the room angrily. As a servant of the space, Du Yu had no intention of causing trouble for his master. After sticking out his tongue, he ran down the stairs.
Wen Sitian stood at the door, gently pushed it open, and saw Xu Jianguo lying on his side on the bed and sleeping soundly.
Wen Sitian puffed up her cheeks and walked to the bed like an angry pine tree. She bent down slightly and put her soft and smooth little hand into the quilt. She planned to pinch Xu Jianguo as a punishment for not going to bed at night.
Wen Sitian had a fox-like smile on her lips, and her little hand groped forward in the quilt, heading straight for the soft flesh on Xu Jianguo's waist.
However, the moment Wen Sitian's hand touched Xu Jianguo's body, her pretty little face quickly turned red.
At this time, Xu Jianguo, who was sleeping, seemed to feel something. He twisted his body and continued to sleep.
Wen Sitian, who was already shy, became even more nervous when she saw Xu Jianguo twisting his body. She subconsciously wanted to clench her little hand into the quilt into a fist, but this time, an indescribable object was firmly grasped in her hand.
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