After answering this question, Feng Li said indifferently, “I hope you understand that love is only a distraction and a weakness, and that you are not to be led astray by others.”
Feng Li has always been a soft touch and does not like love affairs. Jiang Luo skillfully coped, “You are right.”
When he responded so sharply, Feng Li was silent for a moment and then said, “The two families who set you up have been taught a lesson by Tian Shifu, they won’t dare to lay a hand on you again.”
Jiang Luo listened quietly, thinking mockingly that if you hadn’t given permission, they wouldn’t have laid hands on me before, but saying gratefully, “Thank you, sir, for your love.”
“As for the evil spirit that broke your Yuan Yang,” Feng Li’s breath turned cold, “I will kill him myself.”
On the contrary, Feng Li has some admiration for Chi You, a man whose talent overwhelmed all the other geniuses when he was alive and whose strength is not to be underestimated after his death. But his admiration was only for the evil spirit, who had a strong aura of resentment, to be made into a weapon or a god. But after Chi You haunts Jiang Luo again and again, the idea of turning him into his own has secretly turned into a murderous intent.
He once said that if he ever saw Jiang Luo with Chi You again, he would break Jiang Luo’s legs. Feng Li would break Jiang Luo’s leg if he persisted, and after Jiang Luo’s eyes were red with tears and he knew he was wrong, he would lock him up for months until Jiang Luo took his every word to heart, and then he would bring in the Lian family to fix Jiang Luo’s leg again.
Feng Li seldom took care of his disciples because those who were carefully selected to become his disciples had been brought up in a starry-eyed manner, they had the ability and the foundation, and Feng Li did not need to teach them from the beginning, but just took them out on occasional errands.
These disciples were so formal and frightened in Feng Li’s presence that they never dared to be intimate with him or commit any crime, and Feng Li treated them indifferently.
Jiang Luo, however, has given Feng Li a lot to worry about.
Jiang Luo is a gifted man who has been delayed by Chen Pi for over twenty years. Feng Li has to start all over again to teach him, but Jiang Luo goes astray and becomes entangled with an evil spirit, which makes Feng Li’s anger rise and his attention is gradually focused on him.
Feng Li had never taught a disciple so much by hand, and he had not yet figured out how to teach Jiang Luo other than to read books and draw charms.
The more he cared for Jiang Luo, the more harshly he controlled him. He was so strict that he tried to control Jiang Luo’s clothes, the length of his hair and the earrings he had put on at some point.
After learning of Chi You and Jiang Luo’s one-night stand, he couldn’t stand it any longer.
Chi You must die and have your soul scattered, not even in reincarnation.
But after saying that, his disciple, who had already parted ways with the evil spirit, turned his head and smiled haughtily, “Sir, there is no need for you.”
The handsome celestial master frowned slightly.
The black-haired young man’s eyebrows were filled with the righteousness of the world, “I have come to my senses, and now I look back and feel that my former self was pitiful and ridiculous. In order to rid the world of evil spirits, I am obliged to do so. I don’t need you to do it, sir, I will ……” He arched his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips were tilted, a few smiles hidden in them, “Kill him with my own hands.”
The wind blew hard and harder.
The plastic sheeting above the firewood pile was blown hideously about and suddenly the brick holding it down was blown by the wind and rolled down, crashing over Feng Li’s head.
Feng Li stepped back in time and the red bricks fell heavily to the ground, breaking the bricks in pieces.
Jiang Luo was suddenly chilled by the wind, “Sir, let’s go back first.”
Feng Li looked at the bricks on the floor and nodded.
*
The wind suddenly blew at the top of the mountain, and this blew for a whole day.
By the time Daoist Master Wei He remembered that Jiang Luo hadn’t had enough time to soak for an hour today, the wind outside had already swirled around the ground several times and he couldn’t force Jiang Luo to go to the spring.
Jiang Luo has nothing better to do than to practise summoning the twelve zodiac signs of the Yin-Yang Ring in his house. Apart from the dragon, he summoned all the other zodiac signs. As soon as the Monkey appeared, he blew his beard and glared at Jiang Luo, squealing and pointing at him for half an hour before he started to jump up and down, and even the chickens didn’t make as much noise as he did.
Jiang Luo could know what it meant, it was scolding Jiang Luo “The first animal you summoned was not even me, the second was not even me, and the third was not even me, you really have no vision!” .
In a matter of minutes, Jiang Luo’s tidy house was cluttered and his forehead was bruised as he stood up, expressionless, ready to force the monkey into custody.
Monkey crouched at the top of the wardrobe, looking disdainfully at Jiang Luo.
After a great battle, Jiang Luo managed to stuff Monkey back into the Yin Yang ring and appointed a place to start packing.
Although the Ring of Yin and Yang was made by the Fatekeeper, the Ring of Yin and Yang had been branded by Jiang Luo from the inside out. No matter why the Fated One gave him the Ring of Yin and Yang, Jiang Luo could not return it to him.
Jiang Luo can only wait for the day when he can summon the dragon that he has been unable to do so.
In the afternoon, Jiang Luo took another nap while it was still early.
The sleep was a little unsettling, with an ominous feeling all around. Jiang Luo opened his eyes after an hour’s sleep, but he couldn’t get back to sleep when he tried.
“Brother?” There was a knock at the door.
What’s Lian Xue doing here?
Jiang Luo got out of bed and opened the door. Lian Xue came in, wrapped in her clothes and shivering, and by the time Jiang Luo had closed the door, she had placed the items in her hands on the table in the room.
Jiang Luo scanned over the books and snacks.
Lian Xue’s nose was red and her hair was messy, but her smile was still gentle, “I saw that senior brother was bored these days, so I brought him a few books.”
Jiang Luo thanked her lightly, without sadness or joy. Lian Xue looked at him with desire and murmured, “Senior brother, you really have changed these days ……”
It was a windy day, so Jiang Luo left Lian Xue to have a cup of tea.
Lian Xue took a sip of hot water and looked out at the wind and wondered, “This weather is weird, before it was a blizzard and now it’s a sudden evil wind, one thing after another.”
Jiang Luo said, “Haven’t we had previous snowstorms in previous years?”
“No,” Lian Xue shook her head, “it’s only snowed so hard and fast this year, ever since I was born.”
Jiang Luo smiled, ” How are Duan Zi and the others doing?”
Lian Xue sighs repeatedly when she talks about it, “It’s still the same, I’ve tried everything, but I still can’t wake up.”
“What methods have been used?” Jiang Luo was thoughtful.
Lian Xue nodded, and Jiang Luo asked, “Does Daoist Master Wei He usually treat them?”
“Yes,” Lian Xue’s tone was heavy and his smile was withdrawn, “I’m going to give my uncle a hand, and he says he can’t use me. It’s been a few days and there’s been no progress at all. If Uncle Shifu can’t do anything, there’s nothing we can do either.”
Jiang Luo took two sips from his cup, “What would you do if you were treating a patient like this?”
“There are many methods, but they don’t always work. First we have to check and examine their divine souls and see how the situation is before making a specific analysis, taking blood, charms, idols …… all kinds of means have to be tried.”
“Taking blood?” Jiang Luo asked casually.
Lian Xue smiled, “In the witch doctor’s art, the skin, hair, blood and flesh of the human body are the most common and important things.”
So if they were to be treated, Duan Zi would have had blood taken from them.
But Jiang Luo examined them down to his fingertips and saw no damage to the three “paper figures”.
Yes, Jiang Luo had already decided that Li Xiao was a paper man.
Jiang Luo just doesn’t know how they managed to stay awake and still look alive.
Is it because they are unharmed to remain human?
The paper man is essentially paper, it’s like a big ball of skin, take a needle and poke it with only air inside, how can there be flesh and blood?
Presumably the same is true of paper people, who revert to their original form whenever they are injured or damaged.
Jiang Luo swept past Lian Xue thoughtfully and brought the conversation back to the book.
Lian Xue put down his cup of tea and was about to introduce him to the book when Jiang Luo inadvertently pushed the table and the cup of tea fell off the edge and onto the floor.
“Ah,” Lian Xue exclaimed in a small voice, hastily crouching down to pick up the crumbs, “Brother, I’m sorry.”
Jiang Luo cleaned up with her and said good-naturedly, “It’s okay, you have to be careful not to get your hand stabbed.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Lian Xue’s fingertips hurt and crimson blood flowed out, and she withdrew her hand with a hiss.
Jiang Luo got out the medicine box and gave her some treatment. She was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so she hurriedly said goodbye and left.
Jiang Luo threw the blood-stained tissue paper into the trash and murmured, ” Lian Xue is not a paper man ……”
That villa, except for him and the three Lian family members, and Chi You and Yan’s housekeeper who came from nowhere, was a set-up by the Fates, I’m afraid.
*
A gust of cloudy wind outside the window.
Since breaking the formation to enter the summit, the master’s face has become cloudy.
Ge Wuchen could vaguely sense that it was because of something, and looking at Chi You’s expression, he thought for a moment, then smiled slightly and volunteered, “Master, I have a solution here ……”
He stepped forward and whispered his method, “If you are at ease, leave this matter to me, and I will make Master Jiang become fully intimate with you.”
Full intimacy?
Thinking about the way Jiang Luo had offered to please him, the evil spirit’s long, cross-legged leather shoes swayed lightly and he propped his head up and gave a few chuckles. He had always been comfortable with Ge Wuchen’s ability to get things done.
“I’ll leave it to you then.”
