Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 91 Are you trying to squeeze me bald?

  Siteng originally gave a deadline of three days, but Chairman Canghong got reliable clues, saying that 'Bai Ying' had appeared in Southwest Miaojiang.

  Because of adding an extra "evidence collection", Si Teng gave him a few more days of grace.

  Because I don't know more details about Bai Ying, I only know from Si Teng's description that the other party is a Biao tribe, a weak Biao tribe like 'not a cat or a dog'.

  Because of this, everyone in Xuanmen gathered together and had a secret meeting again, trying to come up with an impeccable statement and trick Si Teng into Miaojiang.

   But nowadays, the Han nationality has long been a rumor in the market, and all of them, the Xuanshi, have become low-level workers.

  Where can I find evidence to prove the existence of 'Bai Ying'?

  In the end, Shen Yindeng overcame all opinions and decided to divide the army into two groups. She took a few tool men to Miaojiang to fake Chisan's lair as traces of the residence of "Baiying".

  As long as the spiritual energy there is disordered and Si Teng can't see the reality, it will definitely be able to hide it from her perception.

  As for the other team staying in Cangcheng Mountain to deal with Si Teng, delaying time for designing traps.

   Among them, Cang Hong, the president, is old and highly respected. Sitting in Cangcheng Mountain, he can rest assured of Si Teng's heart.

Juniors like Wang Qiankun and Yan Furui are not qualified to participate in this matter for the time being, but Professor Platinum asked to stay, saying that he wanted to communicate with Si Teng again. It seems that he still thinks that Si Teng is not as cold-blooded as rumored ruthless.

   Early the next morning.

   Zhou Ji woke up from his sleep, and when he opened the window, Si Teng was already practicing calligraphy in the courtyard.

  The three-dimensional velvet hollow stitching jacket and the long skirt embroidered with silk are like fairies in ancient paintings, relegated to the mortal world.

  Combined with the quaint charm of the old-style house, Zhou Ji didn't know whether he was in modern times or dreaming back to Ming Dynasty.

"woke up?"

  Si Teng didn't raise his head, as if he knew that Zhou Ji had walked behind him, and the green smoke curling up from the incense burner gave people an extraordinarily peaceful feeling.

   "Sex change?" Zhou Ji enjoyed the tranquility, but couldn't help breaking it, complaining, "Yesterday it was like going crazy, and today it's so normal."

   "It's not worth being angry about someone like you." Si Teng snorted softly, glanced sideways, and pricked~ He took out a piece of rice paper and splashed ink on it. "A man with a grudge."

   Zhou Ji looked down at the rice paper on the table.

  Si Teng drew a few outlines of a man with a sword box on his back. His gown was swaying slightly in the wind, standing on the side of a cliff, and the mountains were hidden by clouds in the blank space. Looking back, there was a huge pig's head.

  Wait pig head?

  The smile on Zhou Ji's face gradually froze, but Si Teng nodded in satisfaction, looking at Zhou Ji with complacency.

   "Stingy woman."

  Zhou Ji slid his fingertips across a row of brushes on the pen holder, selected one of them, dipped in the ink and picked up the brush.

  'There is a Tathagata in the heart, and it is as quiet as the Tathagata. '

"In the past, Su Shi traveled with Foyin and asked Foyin, "What do you think I look like?" Foyin smiled and replied, "I think you look like a Buddha." What do I look like?" Su Shi proudly said: "I think you look like a lump of ___." Zhou Jiluo finished writing and nodded in satisfaction.

  Benefited from the eight years of Soul Chuan Wulin Gaiden, his calligraphy is quite good, and has even been affirmed by the editors of Jianghu tabloids.

   "Miss Si Teng, is this how you see me?" Zhou Ji put down his pen, took a few steps back quietly, and then took a few steps back.

  Si Teng rolled his eyes at Zhou Ji, showing a serious smile, and a drop of ink dripped on the face of the pig's head, soaking the rice paper.

   "Are you ready to bury it? I heard that the cemetery has risen more fiercely than the housing price recently. If you don't buy it, you won't be able to live in it." Si Teng said with a dangerous light in his eyes, "Mr. Zhou Ji~"

"Cough, I'm not in a hurry about the cemetery. I actually have something else I want to ask you." Zhou Ji coughed lightly, and said with a straight face: "Si Teng, have you ever heard of a certain spell that can affect vision? Let him see a person completely different from what other people see?"

  Si Teng recalled what Zhou Ji said yesterday, and almost understood what he meant, and frowned slightly, "You mean Chen Yindeng?"

   "Yes." Zhou Ji nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice, "I chased her down at the hotel yesterday, and when I looked back, I almost regarded her as an old friend of mine, so I let her escape because of a moment of distraction."

"Although there are not many people with similar looks in the world, it's not impossible. How do you know it's not a coincidence?" Si Teng said in a blunt tone, "It's also possible that you miss your ex-girlfriend too much, that's why you saw Chen Yindeng, who looks similar. Lost mentality."

   Zhou Ji paused, then slowly shook his head: "She's just my friend's sister, that's all."

   "If that's the case, why are you so entangled?" Si Teng smiled, brushed the drooping hair back to his ears, and said with a sneer, "There is no such technique in the hanging door, nor in the side door."

  Si Teng's smile subsided slightly, a rumor appeared in his mind, and thinking of Cang Hong and the others trying to lure her to Miao Jiang, he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"Chen Yindeng is going to Miaojiang to help us find the traces of 'Bai Ying' right now. You can still meet her when you go to the hotel." Si Teng pulled out a strand of hair and cut it off, using the champagne The package was handed to Zhou Ji.

   "Isn't that bad?" Zhou Ji had stayed in the ancient world for eight years, and he knew the importance of women giving black silk to others. It was precisely because of this that he resisted.

   Having been together for so long, Si Teng also knows that Zhou Ji's self-cultivation is actually no worse than hers. It can be said that he knows the past and the present, but he doesn't like to show off.

  Seeing his face full of resistance, Si Teng suddenly understood, his cheeks suddenly became hot, he turned around involuntarily, and said in a rather impatient tone, "If you ask you to take it, take it with you, why is there so much nonsense?"

   "Must bring it?"

  Zhou Ji could feel that Si Teng seemed to be really 'angry', so he stopped insisting and reached out to take the handkerchief.

Si Teng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and smiled, "Let me tell you this, when I go to see Chen Yindeng again, I don't have to wear any clothes, but I have to wear my hair." After finishing speaking, he coughed lightly, as if to cover up something, He added, "Also, don't think about it too much, this strand of black hair contains my spiritual power, it's just for self-defense, and has no other meaning."

  Zhou Ji suddenly realized, curled his lips and said, "Say it earlier! I thought."

  Si Teng didn't turn around, and his tone was flat, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and he asked casually, "Why?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Ji swallowed the words on his lips and remained silent for a long time, with a usual chuckle on his face. He looked at the silk handkerchief in his hand and said, "Since it has this miraculous effect, can you give me a few more? No need. If there are too many, eight thousand strands will do.”

  Are you trying to squeeze me bald?

  Si Teng's eyelids twitched when he heard this, his cheeks that were already warming up twitched, and he squeezed out a word between his teeth.

"roll!"

  (end of this chapter)