Put away your magical powers now!.

Chapter 92 [Hard Words] (8200 words)
Chapter 8200 [Speaking Harshly] ( words)
Gu Qingyi sneered and looked at Chen Yan and said, "Didn't you say before that there are no monsters in your hometown?"

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment, looked back at Lu Sisi in the car, thought for a moment and said, "I'll go up the mountain to the temple tomorrow to take a look."

Gu Qingyi nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you. If there are any monsters here, it will just be a chance for me to ease my murderous intent."

Chen Yan shook his head: "There is no evil in his destiny. Even if there is a demonic aura, it can't harm him. Don't shout and kill for every turn. What if it is a kind-hearted demon?"

Gu Qingyi smiled faintly: "Do you think there are so many Nie Xiaoqian and Bai Suzhen in this world?"

The two returned to the car and headed home.

The "family of three" was busy cleaning and tidying up the house, and then arranging the vegetables they bought.

Chen Yan went into the kitchen and prepared a lot of dishes, including fried smoked fish and some New Year dishes.

Lu Sisi and Gu Qingyi didn't know how to cook, so they just helped Chen Yan. The three of them were busy until dark.

In the evening, Chen Yan fetched hot water and brought three basins. The three of them sat in a row and soaked their feet.

The girl's feet were pink and cute, but Chen Yan only looked at them twice and didn't dare to look at them again.

Lu Sisi was shy, so Chen Yan felt embarrassed to look at her again.

Gu Qingyi...

Chen Yan only took a glance and felt that Gu Qingyi's murderous intentions were exposed. A fierce look was cast at him, which made him shiver uncontrollably and quickly turned his head away.

Gu Qingyi's face flushed slightly and he snorted coldly.

What did that guy named Zhao Shanhe say when he was caught in my spell?

This boy likes to wear long legs and is a foot fetishist!
Humph, a grown man likes women’s feet?

abnormal!
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Jinling City.

Southeast of the city, near the foot of the ancient city wall, lies an area of old houses. Originally, this area was a maze of winding roads and alleyways. In recent years, the government has significantly renovated it, creating a folk customs district, tourist attractions, and a large-scale renovation of a number of imitation ancient buildings—making it a bustling hub of Jinling.

There is a constant flow of people coming and going every day. Tourists from all over the world who come to Jinling and old Jinling people who have free time all regard this place as a must-visit place for leisure and entertainment.

Less than two or three kilometers from this bustling neighborhood, along the banks of the Inner Qinhuai River, lies a small courtyard whose architecture appears to be modeled after ancient times. However, a connoisseur who takes a closer look inside will readily uncover the secrets.

The bricks, tiles, and eaves beams were all renovated and transplanted from real old houses. Even the wood carvings on the window sills were probably at least one or two hundred years old.

It looks like a not very big garden with only two courtyards. But if we talk about the actual value, the price of the house would be eight figures just for the location and area.

If you include those old items, the actual value would probably be ten times higher!
The two red doors in front of the courtyard were also pasted with New Year pictures and couplets that were appropriate for the New Year. The auspicious beasts guarding the house at the door were also washed clean, and even the lion's eyes were painted with new paint.

There is a plaque hanging high above the door, with two large characters inscribed on it:

Cloud House.

Ordinary people who don’t know about this would probably think that this place is either a teahouse or a study when they see this kind of sign.

However, those in the occult knew that this seemingly simple and reserved "Yunshe" with hidden luxury was actually the headquarters of "Zi Lao", the leading figure in the occult world of Jinling Prefecture. It was also the residence of the head of the "Yun Sect".

Around seven o'clock in the evening, Chu Keqing sat in her study with her writing brush, inkstone, and paper spread out on the desk.

Chu Keqing was dressed in a grayish-white robe, loosely tied with a belt at the waist. Her hair had been loosened, leaving her long, dark, slightly wavy hair hanging down to one side of her shoulder. Under the light, this woman looked particularly lazy and charming.

The slender fingers held a fine wolf-hair brush and wrote lines of neat small characters on the paper.

Chu Keqing was absorbed in writing until her wrist began to ache. She let out a sigh, put down her brush, picked up the written article and took a look. After reading it carefully twice, she nodded with satisfaction.

What she was writing on was actually a book. When she flipped over the cover, she saw four big characters on it: "Yun Zong Gong Fa".

And on the title page, there was also a note:
Fortunately, a senior master has corrected our sect's skills, and Yunzong disciple Chu Keqing respectfully recorded it!

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In the past few days, she has copied out three booklets of the Yun Sect's exercises after Chen Yan's guidance and corrections.

How could she possibly take something like this, which involved her own cultivation technique, and ask someone to print it? If it was leaked during the printing process, it would be her fault.

However, printing the words seemed a little less pious and disrespectful to the 91-year-old extraordinary man, Mr. Chen Yan.

After much deliberation, Chu Keqing made the decision to copy it by hand.

She had been practicing in the sect since she was young, and her calligraphy was quite impressive. She had been copying the techniques carefully these past few days, not daring to slack off, and had only managed to hand-copy three volumes to date.

She planned to keep all three volumes. One for her daily study and reading, and one to give to her future disciple if she accepted one.

The last one was carefully kept in the sect as a treasure.

After returning from the He family, Chu Keqing closed the door to visitors these days. Except for the day when he visited Chen Yan's house to deliver some Chinese medicine, this old man Zi never left the house.

These past few days, she had been studying the Yunzong technique, which had been corrected by Chen Yan. After Chen Yan's corrections, Chu Keqing felt a sudden comprehension of aspects of the technique that had troubled her for years. The bottleneck that had previously been preventing her from breaking through, caused by incorrect energy transfer, had finally been resolved.

Even his cultivation level increased slightly!

Besides being pleasantly surprised, she also felt even more in awe of Chen Yan - she had been practicing for twenty years, and had reached a bottleneck in recent years. Even though she had never slacked off in her practice on weekdays, her cultivation had not improved at all in the past two or three years.

Daily practice is just to keep the cultivation level from regressing, but the path to progress is nowhere to be seen.

Now, after a few days, his cultivation has actually improved. How can Chu Keqing not be excited and happy?

Chu Keqing stopped writing, picked up a cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and frowned slightly - the tea had already gone cold.

She simply poured the cold tea into the pen washer, then stood up and sat on the couch. Just as she was about to enter a state of meditation and transfer her vital energy, she suddenly felt a vibration on the tea table and her cell phone was flashing.

Looking at the name on the caller ID, Chu Keqing raised her eyebrows slightly and picked up the phone.

"Junior sister!"

On the other end of the phone, there was a strong yet slightly old voice.

Chu Keqing said calmly, "Third Brother, what do you want to talk to me about so late at night?"

On the other end of the phone, the Third Senior Brother was silent for a moment before he spoke slowly in a slightly accusing tone, "I heard about Junior Brother Qing's situation... Your punishment for him this time was a bit too harsh."

Chu Keqing's expression remained unchanged as she said calmly, "Third Senior Brother, are you here to scold me? To stand up for Luo Qing?"

The third brother said in a deep voice, "I also know that Luo Qing has always been a bit of a mess since he was young. He's been by your side all these years, and he must have done a lot of things that gave you a headache. He made a mistake, so you should punish him slightly, but is such a harsh method really necessary? After all, he is the only flesh and blood of our master."

Chu Keqing smiled and said calmly, "If Third Senior Brother is not satisfied with my handling of the matter, I will send Luo Qing to Gangcheng and let him stay with Third Senior Brother. I think Third Senior Brother's daily teachings and guidance should be able to change his temper and stop making mistakes."

"..." The third brother was obviously speechless after being met with such a cold shoulder. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm not blaming you, Junior Sister. Please don't misunderstand me. I just want to say..."

Chu Keqing took a deep breath, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across her charming face. "That loser Luo Qing, if he really felt that I had wronged him, he wouldn't dare to talk to me, but only to cry to you? It seems that breaking his legs would be too light a measure!"

After a pause, Chu Keqing said coldly, "Do you know how much trouble Luo Qing got himself into this time? He almost offended a hermit master who I simply cannot afford to offend! He also nearly caused my Yun Sect to miss out on an opportunity that could benefit our sect for generations to come!"
If I hadn't seen the situation was bad and rushed to remedy the situation with all my might... with that senior's ruthless methods, Luo Qing would have suffered more than just a broken leg."

Third Senior Brother's tone also grew more serious. "Luo Qing also spoke to me briefly... Who on earth is this powerful person who would have you, Junior Sister, do something so humiliating as to tarnish your family's prestige?"

Chu Keqing sneered: "Speak frankly! I can't afford to offend you, and neither can you! Third Brother, please don't think about anything else."

The third brother laughed dryly: "I don't mean to stand up for Luo Qing, but the opportunity you just mentioned..."

Chu Keqing sighed and said calmly, "It's just that I made a good friend of that senior and left some incense and incense. Seeing my respectful attitude, the senior also gave me some guidance on some problems in cultivation."

"...If that's all, for this little benefit, Junior Sister, you don't have to pay such a high price, right?"

"When an opportunity arises, of course I must first put in enough effort." Chu Keqing shook her head and said, "As for the rest, if I get it, I'm lucky, if I lose it, it's my fate."

She had no intention of telling her third senior brother about the great benefit that Senior Chen Yan had corrected her martial arts skills!

Chu Keqing's voice was calm and indifferent, but she was sneering in her heart.

When the master passed on the leadership position to himself before he died, everyone had some resentment in their hearts.

Later, when I became the head of the sect, my third senior brother was against me both openly and secretly, and would often use his status as senior brother to suppress me.

Later, they had a quarrel during a conflict and slammed the door and left Jinling Prefecture and went south to the port city.

Over the years, he had never returned to Jinling Mansion once. He just kept in touch for the sake of appearance, occasionally making a phone call and doing some superficial work - even so, he always liked to act like a senior brother in front of him.

"Junior sister, you haven't been telling me the truth, have you? You've been very shrewd since you were little. If you didn't have enough benefits, how could you make such a big concession and lower your stance so much?"

After hearing this, Chu Keqing's face turned cold and she said coldly: "Third Brother, I have said what I want to say. If you don't believe it, it's up to you.

But I advise Third Brother, you make a fortune in Gangcheng, befriend the powerful, and gain a considerable reputation... Yunzong's affairs are under the jurisdiction of the Sect Leader, so you don't need to worry about them."

After hearing this, the Third Senior Brother's breathing quickened, and he said with a hint of anger, "Chu Keqing! Am I no longer a member of the Yun Sect? I am also Master's direct disciple! What do you mean by these words?"

"Literally!" Chu Keqing sneered: "Third Senior Brother is also very smart, he will understand what I mean."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while. After a while, the third brother took a deep breath, as if suppressing his emotions, and his tone softened a little: "Okay, okay! I don't want to quarrel with you as soon as we contact each other. After all, Master is gone, and there are fewer and fewer people in the sect... After all, we are brothers and sisters who have lived together under Master for so many years. There is really no need to make things so awkward. Sigh..."

After a long sigh and a pause, the third brother's tone softened a bit as he slowly said, "The New Year is almost here. After the New Year, it will be Master's memorial day in a few days. When the time comes, I will return to Jinling, and we will go to pay our respects to Master together."

After hearing this, Chu Keqing's heart was not shaken at all, and she just said "hmm" lightly.

Worship the master?

When has your third senior brother ever been so filial?
After leaving the sect, he has been doing well in Hong Kong City over the years, but he has never come back to pay homage.

At this time, he is trying to soften my heart by using the topics of fellow-disciple friendship and paying homage to the master?

Seeing that Chu Keqing was silent, the third senior brother thought that this little junior sister was really moved by him, and then he said, "Junior sister, there is one more thing I want to tell you today, that is... the thing I told you last time, have you thought about it carefully?"

Chu Keqing frowned and said coldly, "Cooperation with Mr. Zhong from Hong Kong City?"

"That's right. Old Zhong and I were once considered rivals in Hong Kong. We've fought and talked before. Over the years, he's grown old, and his spirit has worn thin. Last time, he took the initiative to talk to me about cooperation. After much deliberation, I think this is a good way to start a business..."

The cult of esoteric arts is strong in Hong Kong, but resources have been dwindling in recent years. I have connections here, and I've established a reputation. I also have some unique avenues!

Junior sister, you rely on our Yun Sect, you are well-known in Jinling Prefecture, and you have many connections. If we cooperate..."

Chu Keqing interrupted her third brother: "I'm not interested!"

"……you?"

Chu Keqing said calmly, "I also asked someone about the Mr. Zhong you mentioned. He claims to be the inheritor of the Southern School of Yin-Yang Magic, but in fact, he is not the same as us at all!

After the Southern School of Yin-Yang magic was introduced to Hong Kong in the early years, this branch of Hong Kong began to deviate from the right path! Later, it even incorporated some strange and evil witchcraft from Southeast Asia, which was definitely not an upright practice!

These people have already disgraced their ancestors. Instead of learning the good things, they follow those evil heretics from Southeast Asia to learn some sinister methods to make money. I have no interest in following my senior brother to make a fortune!

After a pause, Chu Keqing, still thinking of the friendship between fellow disciples, slowly gave a few words of advice: "I advise you, senior brother, to open your eyes.

Those sinister and deceptive methods of Nanyang's sorcery may be used to make money and bring in a windfall, but they are extremely detrimental to one's virtue! Brother, don't forget the eight words we learned in elementary school and that Master taught us: fate is a cycle, karma is retribution!

On the other end of the phone, the third senior brother's breathing became rapid. He was silent for a while, snorted heavily, and then hung up the phone.

Chu Keqing sighed - forget it, people with different ideals cannot work together.

A few months ago, this third senior brother came to me and wanted to recruit me to join and cooperate with a master of metaphysics named "Mr. Zhong" in Hong Kong City.

The atmosphere of respecting the mystical arts is very strong in Hong Kong City. Over the years, all the masters of the mystical arts there who are really good at it have been able to make a lot of money.

However, due to the overall environment, as Hong Kong's economy declined, the wealth of the wealthy shrank, and some people moved overseas...

To put it bluntly, people who are proficient in the mysterious arts are actually parasites in this world, and are just guests who depend on the powerful.

You can only make money if the powerful have money. You can only make money if the powerful want you to work for them.

If the powerful and wealthy become poor and leave, their financial resources will naturally be reduced.

Over the years, the world of metaphysics in Hong Kong has gradually lost its former glory because there are too many people and too little resources.

When the rich and powerful seek help from people who are skilled in the art of metaphysics, they simply pray for wealth, longevity, and protection from disasters.

Among them, the vast majority seek wealth and honor.

However, fate is about the overall environment.

How much luck can a small port city have?
It was just a small pond!

Coupled with changes in the overall environment, the water in this originally small pond is becoming less and less.

How much water could the local wealthy and powerful, each of them vying for a share, actually get from this increasingly dry pond? There was only so much luck in the world, how much could one person possibly get?
At times like this, if you ask a master of the Xuanmen sect for help in seeking good luck... the master's approach can only allow you to take shortcuts, exploit loopholes, and take a little more from your original share of luck - but he cannot create good luck out of thin air!
The water in the pool is dry. No matter how much you want to take more, how much can you get?
You can't help others improve their luck or make a fortune, and gradually the local dignitaries in the port city no longer trust you.

This is the current situation of Hong Kong City.

When her third senior brother found her, Chu Keqing understood that this guy wanted to return to the mainland to make a fortune.

He and the so-called Mr. Zhong were both very famous in Hong Kong, so they thought... to gain some fame outside and then return to the mainland to seek support from powerful and influential clients.

Originally, if it was just this, Chu Keqing would not have refused so decisively out of consideration for their fellow disciples’ friendship.

But after Chu Keqing inquired about Mr. Zhong that the third senior brother mentioned, she found out that he was not a good person.

What kind of sinister methods are there, such as raising little ghosts and boiling corpse oil? They are called Southern Yin-Yang magic, but they actually use those evil methods from Southeast Asia!

How could Chu Keqing allow such a person to go back to the mainland to make money and harm others?
After hanging up the phone, Chu Keqing was distracted for a moment, sneering in her heart.

Instead of being a good disciple of the Yun Sect, he went to hang out with those wild and vulgar Zen monks from Nanyang! He allowed himself to degenerate!

It is naturally even more impossible for Senior Chen Yan to pass on the martial arts of his sect that were corrected by him!
When Chu Keqing thought of this, she picked up her phone and subconsciously turned to Chen Yan's WeChat interface.

Last time I heard, Senior had returned home for the New Year and wasn't in Jinling Prefecture these days. Otherwise, I should have been more diligent in visiting him... well, paying him a visit!
However, even if the person is not here...can't I just contact him more often?

Phone, WeChat, keep in touch. Asking for advice every day can also add some impression points.

But... thinking about the time at the He family...

When this old scumbag went up the mountain, he followed behind him intentionally or unintentionally.

And that night when he went to the back mountain, he slapped Zhang Fu on his chest with one claw...

Chu Keqing blushed and put down her phone.

No... this senior is not serious enough!
Although I want to lick her, I only want to please her properly, not in this way!

But...

Chu Keqing's eyes flashed.

On the way to the He family that day, Chen Yan helped me correct my sect's skills, and later when I talked about my sect's talismans and qigong, I recited the formula...

Although Chen Yan did not give any further instructions at that time, but... Chu Keqing was such a shrewd person that she could see the slight change in Chen Yan's expression by observing his words and expressions.

Obviously, he felt there was something wrong!
But he didn't say anything and kept silent - in fact, he had something in mind!
There must be something seriously wrong with our sect's talismans, and he must be able to correct it!

Kung Fu is the basis of inheritance. With his corrections, the foundation of Yun Sect's inheritance for future generations can be strengthened.

But this benefit is, after all, potential and long-term, and will not produce any immediate effect.

But if I could get his guidance and correction in the field of talismans, I'm afraid I could immediately turn decay into magic! It would increase my strength by a huge margin!

But... Chen Yan refused to teach.

Chu Keqing understood that it was normal for others not to teach her.

As the saying goes, magic is not easily passed on. How can such advanced magic that can increase a person's strength dramatically be taught to others casually?

Chu Keqing was a sensible person, and she would not develop any hatred towards Chen Yan because of his greed - but the eagerness in her heart would not be extinguished.

Moreover, as Chu Keqing had been practicing the more authentic version of the technique over the past few days, her cultivation had increased. She couldn't help but wonder, if Senior Chen Yan was willing to teach her about talisman techniques... then to what extent could her strength... soar?!

Senior Chen Yan can kill monsters with his bare hands!

"Hey, how can I impress this senior and make him willing to teach me more?"

Chu Keqing rested her elbows on the table, chin in her hand, deep in thought.

You can't...

You can't... let me...

You can't let me give up this body to practice dual cultivation with him and be his cauldron, right?

Thinking of this, Chu Keqing couldn't help blushing.

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At night, Chen Yan closed the gates to his courtyard and room, and saw that it was not yet eight o'clock...

How can young people nowadays go to bed so early during holidays?

But there is really not much entertainment in the countryside at night.

You can’t teach Gu Xiaoniang how to play Landlord, right?

When I turned around, I found that Gu Qingyi and Lu Sisi had already gone into the room together.

Ok?
When did these two girls become so close?
When Chen Yan opened the door and walked in, he felt the heat from the air conditioner in the room.

In the old lady's bedroom, the two girls were sitting cross-legged on the bed, one leaning on the old lady's favorite recliner.

Because the room was warm, the two girls were wearing thin autumn clothes and autumn pants, which outlined their curves like blooming crabapples.

Lu Sisi was fine, with a slim and well-proportioned figure, but Gu Xiaoniang was the kind that made your heart beat fast at the first sight.

Especially after washing their feet at night, both girls were barefoot. Lu Sisi was sitting on a recliner, with a pair of slender legs and even pink feet with her toes gently curled up.

Both girls were holding their phones... sideways.

Chen Yan took a closer look at Lu Sisi's phone interface...

Well, I’m traveling in the Canyon of Kings.

Chen Yan thought about it and said with a smile: "Together."

As he said this, he took out his cell phone.

Gu Qingyi, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, glanced at Chen Yan, his fingers rapidly pressing the screen, and said, "Don't log in to the game, I'm logging into your account!"

"?" Chen Yan was stunned.

Then I realized that Gu Xiaoniang didn't have an ID card and couldn't pass the real-name system. So I gave her my game account to play with.

However... I was beaten several times that day, and my account was demoted to a lower rank.

He looked at Lu Sisi for a while, and the corners of his mouth twitched...

This Lu Sisi is even worse!!

On the screen, Lu Sisi had just unleashed a big move when the opponent chased her to the point where she had no way out...

Ok!

This girl lived in fear and anxiety until she was eighteen. How could she have the time to play games?

I guess I just learned it recently. It’s not surprising that I’m not very good at this dish.

After watching for a while, Chen Yan couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and walked out of the room.

The level of these two girls...

I'll be playing all night today, but I'm afraid that Gu Xiaoniang will demote my account tomorrow!

He returned to his sleeping hut, lay down on the bed, flipped through his phone for a while, and suddenly Chen Yan sat up.

There were hurried footsteps on the road outside, followed by someone knocking on the gate and shouting.

"Brother Xiaoyan, Brother Xiaoyan!"

Chen Yan recognized Chuyi's voice. He stood up, walked into the yard in his slippers, and opened the door. Outside, Chuyi looked anxious, and his clothes were all askew.

"First day of the new year? What happened?"

"My, my master... my master..." Chuyi gasped and stammered, "Master is gone."

Chen Yan was stunned.

Gone?

Didn’t you say during the day that you were still sick, had an IV drip, and needed to lie down for a few days?

It's only been a short time and he's already gone?!

"How did he suddenly die? Wasn't he taken to the hospital? What disease did he have? What were the symptoms?"

Chen Yan asked several questions in one breath.

Chuyi was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Chen Yan meant, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, no, no, it's not true, Brother Xiaoyan.

My master is not gone, he is... gone, disappeared."

After hearing this, Chen Yan slapped his head with a strange expression.

Well, maybe it’s because the language of Dragon Country is profound and extensive.

My old lady is not gone, she is gone.

Chuyi’s master is not gone, he is gone.

"You mean, the person... is missing? Is that what you mean?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, missing! Missing!" Chuyi nodded quickly.

"How could a healthy person disappear? Did he go out at night and get lost?"

"no……"

Chuyi was sweating with anxiety. He was slow in thinking and speaking, and when he was anxious, he couldn't speak fluently. He stomped his feet and gestured, and it took him a long time to finally make his words clear.

Chuyi's master, the old monk who lived in a wild temple on the mountain, had not been in good health since the beginning of winter and was often sick.

The old monk had asthma problems before, and was prone to attacks in winter, so he didn't take it seriously on the first day of the new year. He just asked the village barefoot doctor to check it out and gave him an IV drip.

According to past experience, I would have gotten better slowly after a few days of lying down with an IV drip.

As a result, this time, after lying down for a few days, he still looked sick.

Chuyi was a simple and honest man. He served the old monk wholeheartedly every day. He never slacked off in serving tea and water, and he also chopped firewood and worked. He even went down the mountain to the village to beg for some rice, flour and money for the festival.

The old monk has been lying on the bed in the bedroom. Except for defecating and peeing, he never moves.

Before going to bed tonight, Chuyi went to the master's room to check. Seeing that the old monk had already fallen asleep, Chuyi returned to his room to rest.

He woke up at night because he had to urinate urgently. He got up and went out of the room to go to the toilet. Passing by the old monk's room, he thought of going to check the heater in the master's room. It was snowing so heavily and it was cold at night. He didn't want the old man to catch a cold.

As a result, when I opened the door, there was no one on the bed in the room!
Such a living person, a living person who is so sick that he can't even walk.

In the middle of the night, in the bedroom of the temple on the mountain, he disappeared out of thin air!
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"Have you searched inside and outside the temple?"

"I looked, but it's not there!"

Chen Yan looked at Chuyi's forehead covered in sweat, and it was obvious that this guy was extremely anxious.

The child didn't even have a cell phone in the temple... The only cell phone in the temple was with the old monk. With the old monk gone, Chuyi couldn't even open his phone... couldn't unlock the screen. He couldn't even call for help.

He ran into the village to look for help. It was late at night, and he, a half-witted man, didn't know who to turn to.

Actually, two names came to mind.

One is the old village chief, and the other one’s name is Chen Yan!

Chuyi knew in his heart that these two people were good to him.

But when comparing the two, Chuyi instinctively ran to Chen Yan's house... Maybe after all, he had been following Chen Yan around for several years since he was a child, so he had a better and closer relationship with Chen Yan.

Chen Yan thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Chuyi. I'll go with you to take a look. Wait for me. I'll go back to the room to change clothes."

After saying that, Chen Yan turned around and went back to the house. When he came over, he saw Gu Qingyi already standing at the door.

"I..." Chen Yan was about to explain, but Gu Qingyi shook her head: "I heard everything. I'll go with you."

As she spoke, Gu Xiaoniang whispered, "Don't forget, he has a demonic aura!"

Chen Yan thought about it, shook his head and said, "I'll go alone, you stay at home."

He glanced into the room and also lowered his voice and said, "It's because of the evil spirit that I asked you to stay home!
If there really was some monster in the mountains... Chuyi would have run all the way to my house!

You should stay at home with Lu Sisi. She is just an ordinary person. You have to be careful."

Gu Qingyi tilted her head and thought about it, then agreed, but looked into Chen Yan's eyes and gave him a few words of advice.

"If you want to take action, use the talisman."

"it is good!"

"If you can't beat them, run home."

"it is good!"

"Also, if you lose the fight, come back and I'll beat you up."

"Okay...ah?" Chen Yan was stunned.

Gu Qingyi said seriously: "The talisman I gave you can kill anyone below the Heavenly Man Realm! With my talisman in hand, you can defeat any enemy you meet in this world. You are such a loser, who else should I beat if not you?"

Okay, you little bastard, you speak so harshly... Chen Yan rolled his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)