As for the old Taoist himself, he was living a life of drunkenness and dreams every day.
It certainly doesn't look like he knows the inside story.
The general situation has actually been calculated.
He couldn't help but ask, "Is there any way to resolve the bad omen?"
Han Juan was a little puzzled: "Shouldn't the bad omen be resolved? Why do we need to use the word 'solve'?"
Ying Wuji waved his hand: "This is not the point, answer my question first! Can this ominous sign be resolved?"
"Of course."
"How do you solve it?"
Han Juan looked at the Han Guang Sword in his hand and uttered two words: "Call someone!"
"Shake who?"
“The more the merrier.”
“Who is the main shaker?”
Ying Wuji felt a little annoyed. These Taoists seemed to be a little crazy. If he didn't get to the bottom of it, they would all be experienced riddle solvers.
Han Juan was somewhat helpless, pointing at his Hanguang Sword and said, "The last tenant!"
Ying Wuji suddenly realized: "Oh..."
Ever since he broke through, he directly cleared the soldier sacrifice value, and the degree of integration with the Hanguang Sword directly soared to the seventh level.
From that time on, he always had a vague feeling that someone was watching him.
It's you.
The sword spirit of light.
My omen crusher.
…
The night grows darker.
The stars and the moon in the sky became brighter and brighter.
The time agreed with Wu Shuangxu was getting closer and closer. He gently kissed the sleeping Hua Chao. After hearing a moan, he got dressed and left the Prince Consort's Mansion, taking a carriage to Zhuoyu Pavilion.
This place is not the most popular or the most luxurious restaurant in Jiangcheng.
on the contrary.
The quality is very general.
But the main focus is on tranquility.
Suitable for reuniting with old friends and having a private meeting with lovers.
"this……"
Ying Wuji stood outside the door and could not hear any sound from the room.
He suspected that the "wise man" that Wu Shuangxu mentioned who could help him solve his doubts might not exist at all.
This aloof forensic sister has probably been craving for her body for a long time.
But there are too many women in the Prince Consort's Mansion, so it is not convenient to do it.
That's why I came to deceive and attack...
Open the door.
There is a high probability that a long-legged beauty with gropeds will jump out of the darkness.
When the time comes, will I be subdued directly or put up a symbolic resistance?
He took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.
Wow!
Wu Shuangxu was indeed holding a pig's trotter and gnawing on it.
No good table manners.
But it doesn't look indecent.
Just like the way she wolfed down the snacks the first time I brought her, this is the way she eats when she is tired from work.
Besides her, there were two other people in the room, probably the wise men she mentioned.
but……
Why do these two wise men look familiar?
Ying Wuji was a little curious: "Master Thirteen, Master Wu, why are you here?"
He was really a little shocked.
I have known Master Thirteen for such a long time.
I have known Wu Shuangxu for such a long time.
I have known Wu Wen for such a long time.
I didn't even know they knew each other.
And it looks like they have known each other for a long time.
But this...
A person who has stayed in a secret room in the basement of a foreign embassy for more than ten years and rarely goes out.
How to get to know a young man who is a disciple of Mohist and Yang Zhu?
Let’s leave aside the Thirteenth Master.
Among the various schools of thought, the ideas of Mohism and Yang Zhu are almost two extremes. When disciples of the two schools meet, they will argue with each other and mock each other.
How come the disciples of Yang Zhu's school could sit together so peacefully with the Master of Mohist School?
Ying Shisan turned around, smiled and waved at him: "Boy, come and sit down!"
"Why!"
Ying Wuji sat down as he was told and asked curiously, "Master Thirteen, Master Wu, why are you here too?"
The two of them looked at Wu Shuangxu at the same time: "Young friend Wu is inviting us to dinner, how can we refuse?"
Ying Wuji glanced at Wu Shuangxu who was chewing a pig's trotter and fell into deep thought.
When I first met her last year, she was just a small centurion.
Having a lot of fun in the morgue with a group of novice coroners.
As a result, he was promoted faster than me, a gigolo.
In just a few months, he became pen pal with Mi Xingli, a famous lady.
Moreover, he holds a high position in the hearts of Master Thirteen and Master Wu.
There's someone above me...
It doesn't seem to be an empty talk.
The three of them just waited for Wu Shuangxu to eat the pig's trotters.
Wu Shuangxu's movements were quick. She followed the texture of the pig's trotter with her neat white teeth, like the knife she used for dissection, and removed the tendons and flesh one by one along the texture, leaving not a single bit of flesh on the huge bone.
The whole process...
Sophisticated and somewhat elegant.
But it makes people feel a little weird.
"call……"
Wu Shuangxu put down the bone and let out a long sigh as if he had completed a task.
She looked at Ying Wuji: "Master, are you still afraid of Danqing?"
“It’s not a question of being afraid or not!”
Ying Wuji grinned: "I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it. A powerful person in the Wushen realm is staring at you, don't you feel uneasy?"
Wu Shuangxu smiled faintly: "The best way to overcome fear is to face it. Now you don't have to worry. The three people in the world who know Danqing best are sitting right in front of you."
Ying Wuji: “…”
He looked at Ying Shisan, then at Master Wu, and finally at Wu Shuangxu.
I feel like this statement sounds a bit boastful.
Danqing is a very mysterious person. Even his father-in-law only knows a little about him. Before Hua Wanqiu exposed him, he didn't even know that there was someone in the world who possessed Danqing's magical power of soul-crossing.
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