[Thunderbolt][鷇梦] Qin Xiao and Ming

Chapter 8

Of eight

"People, three souls and seven souls," Su Zhenzhen said, getting up slowly, and walked over to his apprentice, "Those with three souls who lack the light of the fetus do not exist in the world, and those who lack the spirit are in a coma, but You don't belong to this category."

While speaking, Su Huanzhen had already stood in front of Wu Mengsheng, and took Wu Mengsheng's wrist to examine him carefully, then his eyes flickered slightly, and his expression became more subtle.

"Xiao Yinzi said that you have no memory at all. In fact, you just don't remember him."

Wu Mengsheng nodded, and replied, "Master is holy."

Leading people to sit down at the tea table, Su Zhenzhen refilled a cup of tea and handed it over.

"Xiao Yinzi only knows that you lack a soul, but he doesn't know which soul you lack. Probably this is why he brought you to see me. If this soul is difficult to repair, what are your plans for the future."

"The soul is originally a balance of yin and yang. Without a soul, it may not last forever." Lowering his eyes, Wu Mengsheng took a teacup and took a sip of tea.

"Oh? Since you are so calm, why are you deliberately hiding Yinzi?"

Wumengsheng's eyes dimmed, and the hand holding the empty cup stopped.

"I can't trust this person. I pretended to be ignorant, so he would have less trouble to see his true nature."

This situation was completely opposite to what I remembered.

Although Su Zhenzhen was surprised, he only had a refined smile on his face, and after adding tea to Wu Mengsheng, he opened the folding fan, shaking it leisurely.

"You all came from the same sect, why did you suddenly have this thought?"

"Oranges grown in Huainan are tangerines, and those grown in Huaibei are trifoliate oranges. The leaves are similar but have different flavors." Wu Mengsheng paused, and then said, "Although I and Yinzi come from the same family, I have seen him recently, and his temperament is different. , what you do is biased, I'm afraid—"

Wu Mengsheng frowned, as if he was thinking about another way of saying it.

"I'm afraid how?"

Wu Mengsheng played with the teacup in his hand, frowned and said, "Use it for someone with a heart, or your heart has changed."

"Oh? Are you worried about him?"

"I worry about the common people in the world."

These words were blurted out, and they were definitely not hypocrisy.

A hint of relief flashed across Su Zhenzhen's face, and then he said, "Then you can keep an eye on him for the teacher, and report any situation at any time."

After all, Su Zhenzhen waved his hand, and a golden leaf appeared in Wu Mengsheng's hand.

"Because of Chengjie, you have lost your godhead and magic power. This golden leaf contains my magic power. It can be used in times of crisis, and it can also be used to contact me. However, no matter how you use it, you can only use it three times. Remember."

Wu Mengsheng was in a trance for a moment, seemed to be thinking, and then said after a while, "Cheng Jie?"

Su really raised his eyebrows, "Didn't Yinzi tell you?"

Wu Mengsheng shook his head, the unreasonable disturbance made his brows furrowed even more, so he had to take a sip of tea to cover it up.

As if he hadn't seen it, Su Zhenzhen held the folding fan and clasped his palms, thinking about it.

"Forget it, you guys leave Cuihuan Mountain first, the air here is not conducive to your current physique. Let Yinzi go with you, just say, it's my intention, you can go west, or there may be a glimmer of life."

Wumengsheng stood up, bowed and asked, "Thank you, Master."

The room returned to calm, Su Zhenzhen drank his tea, calmed down his slightly chaotic inner breath, until the door was pushed open again, he didn't even look at it, and said, "The missing soul is a ghost."

"You spirit? So what? Anyway, you Suzhen really must have a way to make up for it, right?" Fang sent Qu Shitu, who was sent away by Tian Yujue, to naturally pick up the teapot on the table and add a cup of tea to Su Zhenzhen, and pushed it to Su Zhen is at hand.

"Ha, my friend, do you know what kind of soul the ghost is?"

"what?"

With an inexplicable smile on Su Zhenzhen's face, he said lightly, "Youjing, the master wants to think. Its meaning is very broad, but it is generally believed that the master is the thought of □□. You know that Wumeng lost this soul, forget Anyone?"

"Who?" Qu Shitu habitually opened his mouth and asked, seeing that Su really had an unclear smile on his face, he suddenly realized and was dumbfounded, "Qi, Yinzi?!"

"Yeah," Su Zhenzhen shook his folding fan comfortably when he saw his friend finally opened his mind. The red lotus fan fell in the air and shone with crystal light, "so it's not me who can mend this soul. Let him drink it in the tea, and I suddenly understood why Yinzi would blame me."

Qu Shitu opened his mouth, and wanted to say something more, but finally gave up struggling, and said instead, "Why, your big apprentice, didn't you understand it before?"

Su Zhenzhen stroked his heart, "I don't understand enough."

"Oh? In other words, don't you know yourself?"

"Well—" Thinking of the current situation of Yinzi and Wumengsheng, Su Zhenzhen muttered in a low voice with a look of embarrassment, "Suddenly I don't really want to know..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I said, suddenly I really want to drink the Yunwu tea you made."

"Obviously not this sentence."

"That's it."

"wrong--"

"So, friend, don't you want to make tea for me?"

"No, Su Zhenzhen you——you, you really—"

Qu Shitu looked at the slightly pale face with a half-smile and half-smile, and couldn't bear to lose his temper. After all, he was defeated and confessed, "Wait, I'll make a bath for you..."

"Ha, thank you my friend. I will be in seclusion for a few days, so I won't be able to enjoy my friend's skills."

"Retreat? How do you—hey!"

Thanks to Qu Shitu's quick eyesight and quick hands, he stepped forward to support Su Zhenzhen, so that no one fell directly from the chair to the ground.

"What are you really doing?" Qu Shitu supported him, and suddenly understood why he felt that his expression was wrong from the moment he entered the door, and he said out of anger, "What did you use to lure Wu Mengsheng— —?!"

"Hush..." Su Zhenzhen raised his heavy eyelids and stopped Qu Shitu's words, "Someone is here..."

Before he finished speaking, Qu Shitu's hand sank, and the person being supported had already passed out, while the person who rushed directly into the room roared, and picked him up like the wind——

"Master!"