"Hey, I forgot my phone!"
Xunweiyuan Restaurant.
After ordering the meal, Chen Yi realized that he had forgotten his mobile phone. Just as he was about to go back home to get it, a man and a woman sat in front of him carrying a tray full of dishes:
"Boss, this table is mine."
Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and gently narrowed his coquettish eyes that looked both male and female:
"Who are you two?"
"Heiyi Zifeng."
"Black Guard Ye Mei."
After briefly introducing himself, the man gave Chen Yi a portion of the rice on the tray: "Chen Yi, male, from Yuhang, 20 years old, studying at Zhijiang University..."
Chen Yi silently picked up the food, completely turning a deaf ear to the man's intimidation.
The voice stopped suddenly, and Zifeng looked at the young man with some surprise: "You don't seem to be afraid of us at all? Have you never heard of the black guards? Do you know the purpose of our visit?"
"Ning family."
With his mouth full, Chen Yi said vaguely: "Ask whatever you want, for the sake of this meal... Well, I will try my best to tell you everything."
The aura displayed by this boy is definitely not something that ordinary college students can possess.
The brother and sister exchanged glances.
Zifeng asked: "In that case, let me get straight to the point... As far as I know, Ning Yuan, the eldest son of Ning, has a grudge against you. Were you responsible for his injuries?"
"no."
Chen Yi answered directly without thinking.
Ye Zifengyue frowned without a trace:
"Let me change the question, Mr. Chen Yi, you should be a reincarnation too, right?"
"no."
Still answering crisply and with a calm tone, Ye Zifeng twitched the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and fumbled out a small instrument from the bag beside him:
It is the crystallization of modern technology and immortal civilization. It is specially used to detect whether ordinary people have awakened their past life memories, with an error rate as low as 0.001%.
Um…
That Ling Zero One is Chen Yi.
"According to the report, your mental fluctuations are far beyond those of ordinary people...Mr. Chen Yi, I hope you can tell the truth and we will seek leniency for you."
Obviously the other party came prepared.
"nice one."
After complimenting him casually, Chen Yi raised his head without any warning, his eyes as deep as the abyss met Zifeng, and immediately, a sharp sword light flashed between his eyebrows.
"Uh-huh!"
Instantly.
Zifeng only felt a sharp ice pick piercing his eyes deeply. The feeling was like falling into an ice cellar, which made him miserable. The instrument in his hand was also thrown out and disappeared.
See it.
Ye Zimei subconsciously reached for the dagger at her waist. However, before she could pull it out, another Gu Jing Wubo glance came over her: her movements suddenly froze.
Chen Yi put down his bowls and chopsticks and wiped away the grease from the corners of his mouth.
Get up.
He held the table with both hands, leaned forward slightly, looked down from top to bottom, calmly looked down at the Ye family siblings, and said word by word: "I said, no, do you understand?"
Zhi Feng clenched his fists, indicating that he was about to take action.
Ye Zimei pressed it with quick hands and shook his head calmly: "Mr. Chen, there is a misunderstanding here. It's our fault for interrupting..."
"In this case, I will drink tea instead of wine and punish myself with one drink."
Finished.
She picked up the teacup and drank it all, then turned to Zifeng and said, "Brother, Mr. Chen is not the reincarnation, and it was not him who injured Ning Yuan, right?"
He looked at his sister who was winking at him crazily.
Zifeng seemed to realize something. He pondered for a moment, nodded slowly, and then raised his glass to Chen Yi as well: "Sorry, Mr. Chen, we were reckless."
"Take the road."
A smile appeared on Chen Yi's face, and the depressing atmosphere around him eased slightly:
"I still have something to do, let's take a step first..."
"By the way, I owe you a favor for this meal. If you run into trouble that you can't solve, you can come to me. I'll live upstairs in Room 308."
The art of language: Warn first, then show kindness, let the other party know that you are not a soft persimmon who can be manipulated, and then build a step up to prevent the other party from becoming angry.
This is called the combination of grace and power.
If the order is reversed, then the internal force will be strong and the external force will be weak.
The reason why he did this was not because he was afraid of the black-clad guards, but because Chen Yi felt that there was no need to be an enemy to be friends, and he was not the crooked-mouthed Dragon King Long Aotian.
Watch Chen Yi leave.
Zifeng looked at Zifeng in confusion, who still looked frightened: "Xiaomei, why did you stop me just now? Did you find something? This person..."
"Brother, in my previous life, I was a half-step golden elixir master swordsman."
"Yeah, I know that."
"But I don't dare to draw my sword against him."
Ye Yemei bit her lower lip and drew blood, and her voice had a very obvious tremor:
"I, as a swordsman, would rather break than bend, even if I face an opponent a thousand times stronger than myself, but there is one exception... Who is that person? Do you want me to point it out?"
Wow!
As soon as this statement came out.
Zifeng's pupils suddenly dilated, and fear crept up his face little by little: At this moment, his mind went blank, leaving only four big characters, which echoed for a long time...
Number one in the world!
…
After returning to his residence and taking a shower, Chen Yi started practicing without stopping.
In ten days, he transformed all the magic power of the "Tai Shang Heart Sutra" into the "Tai Shang Ji Qing Lu": with the blessing of the heart sutra, his attraction to the opposite sex has reached a new level.
Nowadays, it is no exaggeration to call it the acacia that walks the world.
After all, the greatest effect of "Tai Shang Ji Qing Lu" is the dual cultivation of soul and soul, and the prerequisite for dual cultivation of soul and soul is that love comes naturally to the depths... Ahem, I understand everything.
There is no rush to test the power of new methods.
Chen Yi turned on his phone habitually, wanting to watch short videos and relax.
"Hey, someone called me?"
Turning on the screen, he was surprised to find that he actually had dozens of missed calls, and the caller numbers were all unknown: "It's not the black guard again, is it?"
Think a little.
He dialed the phone back anyway.
"drop…"
Within three seconds, the call was connected.
The voice coming from the other side was full of relief and surprise: "Hey, is it Senior Chen? Thank God, we have made contact. I am Ning Yuan."
"Ning Yuan?"
"Yes, it's me."
Ning Yuan went straight to the point: "Senior Chen, did a black-clad guard come to find you a few days ago? Listen to me, our old man has no ill intentions. You..."
"plead?"
Chen Yi interrupted the former's chatter and said absentmindedly: "An Xin, I'm not the kind of person who will retaliate for his anger. From now on, just don't offend the river."
Ning Yuan was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly: "That's good, that's good. Thank you for your magnanimity, senior... But what, you go ahead and I'll treat you to dinner another day."
"talk later."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yi casually scrolled through Douyin. Without scrolling twice, he reached Chen Peining's live broadcast room: Yan Chixia, Zhao Zijing and others had arrived at the seventh floor of the ruins.
"Tsk, that's pretty fast."
In addition to a mediocre sword formation, the seventh floor also has murals: these murals were not painted by Chen Yi. He didn't have the time. He guessed they were white fox faces.
Um…
Because the painting style is a bit abstract, unlike the style that carbon-based organisms can draw.
Back to business.
The first painting is a Taoist temple, located on the green mountains and between the green water. Zhao Zijing asked curiously: "Fellow Taoist Yan, you are well-informed, do you know where this is?"
Yan Chixia glanced slightly from the corner of her eyes, slightly surprised: "Hey, Chisong Immortal on Chisong Mountain, Chisong Immortal sitting on the Chisong Altar? Isn't this the place where Junior Brother Chen and I learned from each other?"
The best surname in the world is Chen?
Everyone's hearts trembled: "I dare to ask my friend, who is the most famous person in the world?"
"Chen...uh...sorry, I forgot."
Yan Chixia, who was not good at lying, had a flash of embarrassment and uneasiness in her eyes, and she made it clear that she did not want to reveal anything. Upon seeing this, Zhao Zijing and others also kept silent and did not ask any further questions.
Keeping it secret proves that there is something unspeakable, it's just a name, don't ask again and again, it's not worth it to leave a grudge between each other in the end.
In fact, Yan Chixia's original intention was not like this.
However, the moment he opened his mouth, the supreme will of Youdao suddenly locked onto him, like an order from heaven, ordering him to keep silent: God's will cannot be violated, and he could not do anything about it.
The second mural.
When the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, Yan Chixia knocks on the door of the clothes display room.
"Junior brother, are you asleep?"
"Crunch."
The wooden door was opened, and a slender man in white clothes walked out, shielded by the mist, and exchanged a bow with Yan Chixia: "Senior brother came here late at night, what do you mean?"
"cough…"
Yan Chixia, who knew it was disturbing her dreams, scratched her head in embarrassment and said warmly:
"Brother, I heard that there is a newly built Jinguangbao Temple not far from the mountain. On the surface, it looks solemn, but in fact, there are evil spirits floating around. It specializes in picking out passers-by, bewitching them, and eating them..."
Speaking of which.
Yan Chixia was hesitant and hesitated to speak. Chen Yi took the initiative to answer: "Senior brother wants to do chivalry and justice, but is afraid that he will be weak alone, so you come here to invite me to join him?"
"Haha, I really can't hide anything from you."
Laughing heartily, Yan Chixia asked Chen Yi with expectant eyes:
"Then...junior brother, do you have free time?"
The second mural ends.
Zhao Zijing's expression was a bit strange: "Brother Taoist has a cultivation base in the Golden Core Realm, and he has such a high level of swordsmanship. Do you still need the help of others to conquer demons?"
"Have you ever heard of a hundred ghosts walking at night?"
Yan Chixia said calmly: "That night when I opened my Dharma eyes, I saw that the temple was full of incense and the attic was full of obscenity. This is a dead end where good and evil are intertwined and cause and effect are endless."
"In a dead situation, a demon king will definitely be born. Although I am known as the second best in the world in swordsmanship, second only to Junior Brother Chen, but the demon king is in charge, I still feel that I am unable to do what I want."
Zhao Zijing was silent, with a question hidden in his heart:
If you can't do it, can your junior brother do it?
The third mural.
Chen Yi shook his head and flatly rejected Yan Chixia's request: "I'm sorry, senior brother, it's not appropriate for me to go out in the mountains these days, otherwise I will be prone to misfortune."
Yan Chixia was stunned: "Why did you say that?"
Chen Yi turned sideways and pointed at the copper coins lying quietly on the table: "I learned the six plum blossoms from Bai Hu'er Lian for a few days, and I just figured it out in my spare time."
"Uh...okay."
Yan Chixia touched the tip of her nose, but she didn't force it. She made a fist with her right hand and turned her left hand into a palm. With her left palm outside, she wrapped her right fist, cupped her hand, and was about to leave.
"Senior brother, wait a minute."
Chen Yi stopped him, turned around and entered the room, bringing out a palm-sized sword pill:
"I know the Jinguangbao Temple. It's called Lanruo. It's a dangerous place where hundreds of ghosts roam at night. With your current cultivation level, senior brother, there's probably nothing you can do to prevent the evil spirits in the temple."
"Although I can't go down the mountain, I can't just sit back and ignore my senior brother when he's in trouble. Take this sword pill. In times of crisis, crush it into pieces to kill the demon king in the Golden Core Realm."
Yan Chixia opened her mouth wide and was doubtful:
My junior brother has never even left the mountain gate, yet he actually knows more than me?
"Did you also calculate these...?"
"Just take it as such."
"Junior brother Bao Gua understands the mysteries, I admire him."
"Small means are not worth mentioning."
Chen Yi waved his hand and was about to close the door.
Yan Chixia suddenly pressed against the door frame and asked worriedly: "Junior brother, it's not that I don't believe in you. The golden elixir demon is nothing to play with. Does your sword pill really work?"
To say that Chen Yi himself can kill the Golden Pill Demon King, Thaksin believes that it is just a mere sword pill...
"Don't worry, senior brother, there is only one kind of person that the sword pill I refined cannot kill."
"who?"
Chen Yi patted Yan Chixia on the shoulder, smiled, and closed the door behind her back:
"I don't want to kill anyone!"
