The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

After the sun goes down, the sky gets darker and the temperature drops sharply.

The small courtyard has no electricity and is shrouded in cold blue, and the trees rustling in the wind make the sound even more profound.

Chen Xiangyin's clothes were still wet, and the coldness stuck to his body. His thick hair was not dry yet, and he was shivering with his arms folded.

The guest room is only ten square meters, with a stained beech wood canopy bed with a roof and a couch underneath. It is surrounded on three sides and hung with curtains on one side, like a square box.

He Chongtian held the bedpost and shook it. The whole bed shook, and even the wooden floor creaked.

Xuanguo yawned and burst into tears while making the bed.

He Chongtian was taller than the door. He leaned against the door, folded his arms and said, "Xuanguo, do you have the habit of sucking catnip?"

Xuanguo didn't realize that He Chongtian was insinuating that he was yawning like an addict, so he explained, "I'm sleepy."

Xuanguo has spirituality, but its Taoism is shallow. Maintaining the human form is extremely energy-consuming, especially when so many people have passed away just the day before.

If it weren't for the convenience of communicating with Shen Xiang Yinhe Soaring to the Sky, he wouldn't keep turning into a human form.

Chen Xiangyin also yawned.

Xuan Guo wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, "You can practice by yourself tonight, I won't accompany you."

Chen Xiang was shocked, "I won't practice anymore, I'm exhausted."

He Chongtian stood up straight and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean? You two were together all night last night?"

Chen Xiangyin hummed indifferently.

In her eyes, Xuanguo turned into a human form to facilitate his transition into the world. In fact, he was just a cat, not a boy.

Xuanguo made the bed and stepped out: "Master said before leaving that you can wear her old clothes."

Chen Xiang followed his lead and went out, "No, you go to the car and help us get some changes of clothes."

Xuan Guo's sleepy eyes narrowed into slits and he said wilfully, "Master won't let me."

How can that work? !

Chen Xiangyin was born in the late Qing Dynasty.

She loves wearing cheongsam, not only because it looks beautiful, but also because cheongsam evolved from the robe of the bannermen and is one of her spiritual supports.

Just like modern people are used to what they wear now, and if they travel a hundred years later, they can only wear Ultraman jumpsuits or various high-tech materials. The huge difference brings uneasiness and discomfort, and they will also want to wear something they are familiar with but not so weird. Use your clothes as a protective shell to slow down the feeling of being homeless.

If wearing Qing clothes wasn't too eye-catching, Chen Xiangyin would have wanted to wear Qing clothes.

With crazy and paranoid habits, Chen Xiangyin never thought that one day he would not wear a cheongsam.

Just as I was thinking about what to do, my stomach made a series of gurgling sounds, which was particularly loud in the quiet yard.

She has been hungry for a long time, and now it will taste good if she is allowed to eat grass.

He Chongtian asked Xuan Guo in a firm tone: "Is there anything to eat?"

Xuan Guo squatted on the ground, curled up in a ball because of sleepiness, "Master and I don't eat much, so Master went to buy you something to eat."

Chen Xiangyin: "Is the place you want to go far away? When will she come back?"

Xuan Guo: "You are distinguished guests and cannot be neglected. Master should go to Zique Town to purchase."

That means that if you don’t have half a day, you won’t be able to come back...

You are a distinguished guest...don't dare to neglect...

It’s so weird to be a person who has been hiding from the world for so long...

Chenxiang let out a long sigh. It was a quiet and boring courtyard, cold, hungry and anxious.

He Chongtian took off his coat and put it on Shen Xiangyin, covering most of Chen Xiangyin's thighs.

"When I came in just now, there was a bamboo forest at the door. Xuanguo, you and I will go dig bamboo shoots."

Chenxiang looked at him with resentment, and they all left. It was even more boring to leave her alone here.

"I'll go as well."

He Chongtian looked at her calf, which had been cut in several places on the way up the mountain: "Master Zhuang has a few herbs on the shelf that can be eaten as vegetables. Take a look and choose them until we come back."

...It can be regarded as an errand, so it won't be too boring.

Chen Xiangyin found a bamboo dustpan and selected Chinese medicine that could be used in dishes.

After He Chongtian and Xuan Guo left, there was no sound of anyone talking in the cold dark blue courtyard.

Xuanguo lit a kerosene lamp on the dining table in the center of the courtyard.

The light is very warm, but the radiation range is small, and it can barely be used as lighting.

Chen Xiangyin had not been in such absolute silence for a long time, so pure that there was only the sound of wind and the sound of fingers crushing medicinal herbs.

Time seemed to slow down, the sound lengthening with each second, the wind moving through the firs.

Agarwood fell into an indescribable loneliness and boredom.

Thoughts are like the wind in the mountains, sometimes calm and sometimes turbulent.

The hustle and bustle of life and the busy rush seem far away now when I think about it.

Agarwood tried to capture the fragments of memories, but found that they were like the mist in the mountains, within reach but dissipated in an instant.

This mountain has spirituality, it can really calm down impetuousness and calm people's minds.

Not long after, the wooden door creaked open.

He Tongtian's head was tilted on his shoulders, and he was listening to the call with his mobile phone under his arm. His black shirt was rolled up and tied on his strong arms, and he held a big bamboo shoot in each hand.

"Go to Li Shanshan's house to search. Zhou Zheng just changed his temperament and did not lose his memory."

"Pang Wenkui is not simple. Don't take it lightly. Follow Pang Xianshun first."

"Well, the signal here is not good, so I won't talk anymore."

He squatted down, his slender legs folded beautifully, dropped the bamboo shoots on the ground, picked up the phone and hung up.

Chen Xiangyin approached He Chongtian with a dustpan of Chinese medicinal materials, "Zhou Zheng hasn't found it yet?"

He Chongtian looked solemn, and there was a mist between his brows, which was as thick as the fog in front of the mountains in the distance. "Since it was invaded by the evil spirit of the Yin evil ghost, will he go to the Yin evil ghost?"

Chen Xiangyin thought thoughtfully: "Yin Sha Gui was cultivated by Master Gao Tian. If you look for Yin Sha Ghost, you are looking for Master Gao Tian."

He Chongtian continued: "Looking for Master Gao Tian means looking for the person behind the scenes."

Chen Xiangyin: "It's most likely that old immortal Pang Wenkui."

He Chongtian tensed his jaw, "If you were Zhou Zheng and resented me like Zhou Chengwang, what would you do?"

Chen Xiangyin: "Zhou Zheng knows that you are coming to see Master Zhuang. Either he will cause trouble in the rear and force you and me to show up, or he will come to us."

Thinking of this, Chen Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and she felt very uneasy, "I didn't bring my cell phone, please lend me yours."

He Chongtian sat down on the low wooden chair and handed over the phone: "Who are you calling?"

"Du Hongqiu." She wanted to tell Du Hongqiu again not to go out and to take care of his own safety.

He Chongtian suddenly retracted his hand and narrowed his phoenix eyes. When parting, he thought of agarwood that aroused his affection and held Du Hongqiu's hand with tears in his eyes.

Du Hongqiu is in his nineties. When he is in a hurry, he always calls Chenxiang to lure his sister. What is their relationship?
It didn't look like a normal relationship between ancestors and grandchildren. He Chongtian felt as heavy and sullen as a huge boulder was weighing on his heart.

Chenxiang Yingkan He Chongtian suddenly looked horribly gloomy, and without giving her her cell phone, she asked tentatively: "What's wrong? Has something happened to him?"

He Chongtian's eyes darkened, and his tone was cold, "No, I have made all the safety arrangements, so you don't need to worry too much."

As he said that, he put away his phone and put it in his pocket: "The battery of your phone should be reserved for when it is really useful. Let's eat first."

Chen Xiangyin noticed that He Chongtian came back alone, "Where is Xuan Guo?"

He Chongtian picked up the bamboo shoots on the ground and was silent for a moment before saying displeasedly: "I went to catch bamboo rats."

Chen Xiangyin is really interesting, she is quite close to all the men except him, He Tingtian.

Even Qi Yan, who called just now, was asking questions about Chen Xiangyin's current situation.

Chen Xiangyin let out a disgusted sound: "Didn't you stop him? I'm afraid of all rats..."

Crane came to the kitchen and stopped, looking back with a wicked smile, "But wild cats love to eat rats."