My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 211 Yin-Yang Remonstrance

Lian Yi looked at the gentle but thoughtful little doll in front of her with admiration, and the smile on her face became more and more meaningful.

Shang Yanzhou withdrew his momentum with a smile, then turned around, and said solemnly:

"Also, the senior has lived for 500 years, how could you call me Brother Young Master?"

Lian Yi: "..."

"This young man...brother...is very funny. One can tell at a glance that he is an empty-headed person who won't please girls."

Not intending to tangle with her anymore, Shang Yanzhou turned around and left the Yin Yang shop, and came to a mourning hall with white hangings. This is the mourning hall for Wen Fengmian, the elder of the Wen family town. In the mourning hall, Wen Rou cried the most sadly.

Seeing the tablet engraved with the words Wen Fengmian, Shang Yanzhou couldn't help but sigh for a while. Those vivid memories of his youth, ignorant love, and cruel growth were all like nails, nailed to his heart. Difficulty breathing.

Burned three sticks of incense in front of the mourning hall, then knelt down and worshiped three times earnestly. After Shang Yanzhou finished worshiping, he stopped on the ground and didn't stand up immediately. Instead, he looked at the tablet in front of him and said softly:

"I believe, Grandpa Ninth must be very happy to meet the person who is waiting."

After Wen Changlang called Grandfather Nine, Shang Yanzhou realized that it was so pleasant to hear, and couldn't help but smile even wider on his face. He could still laugh in the mourning hall. This heart, in the eyes of the people in Wenjia Town, just doesn't of the city.

Standing up from the pampas grass, Shang Yanzhou walked out of the mourning hall with a calm expression, a gust of coolness rushed over his face and penetrated into his thin long gown, and when he looked up, it was light rain falling from the sky, pattering down, and the cold air penetrated to the bottom of his heart.

Shang Yanzhou walked straight into the rain as if he didn't notice it, walking slowly and leisurely, as if he was slowly appreciating the unexpected rain.

A rain can wash away all the darkness and cover up all the sins.

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Wen Changlang stared dumbfounded at the banshee who drank the whole pot of porridge and turned into a book lying quietly on the chair after eating the last piece of pastry. It was too late for him to change his eyes. At this moment, all he could think of was said a word:

"Master's stuff is fed into a book?"

On the cover of the book were engraved the three words "Yin Yang Admonishment" that cannot be ignored. Wen Changlang frowned and said suspiciously:

"Isn't the Yin-Yang Remonstrance destroyed when the seal is broken? Why..."

Picking up the Yin-Yang Admonition on the chair, Wen Changlang opened it with doubts, but found that it was blank except for a useless regulation.

So, this yin and yang remonstrance is the body of the banshee Lian Yi, and the missing content is the part of Lian Yi's memory loss?

When his grandfather asked him to clean the library, he had seen this book several times, but he didn't take it seriously. He just wiped the dust and put it back in its original place, let alone take a look at it.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a book demon. I'm afraid even his grandfather didn't know about it.

After thinking about it, Wen Changlang rolled up the book and put it in his pocket, then went out to find Shang Yanzhou.

After looking around, he didn't see anyone. Looking at the rain that was falling harder and harder outside, Wen Changlang's face was a little pale, and when he looked at the gray white not far away, the shadows at the bottom of his eyes became more intense.

Ninth Ancestor, it's not that I don't want to see you, but that at this time, you have already fulfilled your long-cherished wish, and I'm afraid you have already embarked on the road of reincarnation with him. What lies there is just a shell.

What is worth worshiping for a shell expelling, Wen Changlang thought cruelly.

Seeing too much death, it will be as usual, it will be like indifference.