It was almost noon on the first day of the New Year, and the demons at No. 4 Guangming Road were completely over. Everyone was drunk and wrapped in their coats and left, queuing up to take a taxi at the door.

But Lao Li waited for others to leave before washing his face. He found cleaning tools from somewhere and slowly cleaned up the office that had been harmed.

Daqing leaned into the head and saw the mess all over the ground, he first shrank his paws with fear.

Old Li quickly pulled out a rag, wiped the stool surface, arranged it in a row, and respectfully lifted Mr. Cat onto the chair: "Walk from above, it won't be dirty."

"You are the only one left, and the young people are becoming more and more distorted now." Daqing muttered in an old age, and carefully jumped onto the desk with the chair as a springboard.

"No one left, there is still one." Old Li pointed to the corner of the wall, and Daqing saw Guo Changcheng who had just gotten up.

"Oh, it happens, that kid, come here, I'm looking for you." Daqing glared at Guo Changcheng, found a coaster from Zhu Hong's desk, and used his claws to spread it away. There was a red envelope containing several shopping cards under the coaster. It picked up the red envelope and threw it on Guo Changcheng, and said angrily, "Old Zhao asked you to bring it to your second uncle. Go back and bring a message to your second uncle. Director Zhao said that the leader has a rare rest during the Chinese New Year these days, so he won't disturb him. A little New Year gift, add some new clothes to his sister-in-law and children - Bah, stupid humans, actually let me bring such a disgusting cat."

Guo Changcheng was slowing down for a while before he reacted. He stood there dizzyly for a while. He finally remembered where he was. He smiled a little, picked up the red envelope and put it away. He looked back at Lao Li holding the mop and was smiling at them. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and leaned over: "Brother Li! I'll help you, I'll do it..."

Then he tripped on a chair leg and went to a big horse.

Daqing snorted, climbed to a computer and sat down, stretched his claws and turned on the computer, and inconveniently moved the mouse to open the browser with his cat's claws.

When Lao Li saw it, he immediately walked up enthusiastically: "What are you going to hit? I'll help you."

Daqing blurted out: "Mountains and Seas..."

The word "hai" slid out of its mouth, changing its tone, and it sounded a bit like the sound of "he". Then Daqing stopped talking, stared at the screen expressionlessly for a while, and lowered his eyes: "Oh, I mean I want to get on Weibo."

Zhao Yunlan said that he wanted to do a "big cause" and came back to pick it up later. Daqing sat behind someone's computer, opened the Weibo account of "Miao Ye No. 1 in the world", and used his camera to upload it in vain.

Lao Li and Xiao Guo were quietly cleaning up the mess next to it. In just a moment, Daqing knew that he wanted to say that it wanted to see what the Twenty-li Pavilion outside Shanhaiguan was like.

But what the elder of the Crow Clan says makes sense. What can you do if you see it? A dead person is dead, and the dust returns to the soil.

With a "click", Daqing posted his big pie face online and added the text "Peerless handsome cat" and sent it on it. Soon some cat lovers left messages below. Some people praised the cat's fur color, and some people friendlyly suggested: "Blogger, your cat is too fat. Pay attention to its diet and take it to exercise more to be healthy."

Daqing Light Speed ​​deleted the message and thought indignantly: "Silly human."

The bells between its neck sway with its movements, but they do not make any sound. Only the refracted golden light may be reflected on the snow-white wall.

Old Li couldn't help but raise his hand to block the eyes that were stabbed by the golden light, and looked back at the black cat who was inexplicably in a mood. Just as he was about to say something, Chu Shuzhi walked out of the wall. It is said that the first day of the day of the year is the only time he was allowed to enter the library. However, he neither looked like he had borrowed a book nor looked up any information. The expression on his face was very strange, as if he was ridiculed, and unconsciously felt a little sad.

Guo Changcheng quickly stood attentively and greeted: "Brother Chu!"

Chu Shuzhi seemed to have not heard it, and picked up his bag directly, and raised the corners of his mouth more and more, revealing an almost shrill sneer, and was about to walk out.

Daqing poked his head out from the back of the display screen, asked, "How many years have you been?"

Chu Shuzhi paused and said hoarsely: "Three hundred years of completeness."

Daqing said "Ah": "That's not...well, are you going to congratulate me?"

Its words fell, and Chu Shuzhi suddenly took out a pitch-black wooden sign from his waist, without looking back, but just raised his hand and shook the wooden sign in front of the cat. I wonder if it was Guo Changcheng's illusion, but he felt that there seemed to be a handwriting on Chu Shuzhi's face, and it was on his cheek, just like the words stabbed on the face of an ancient prisoner.

Daqing pricked up his ears and opened his eyes wide.

Chu Shuzhi's fingers holding the wooden sign turned green with force, and the blue veins exposed on the back of his hand were indescribably ferocious.

Then he didn't say a word and walked out. Daqing immediately turned to Guo Changcheng and said, "Xiao Guo, take a taxi to see you off Brother Chu!"

Seeing Guo Changcheng responding in a daze, Daqing strengthened his tone again: "He has drunk too much, sent it to his home. If you are sure he is fine, you can come back. Have you heard?"

Guo Changcheng quickly pulled out a napkin and wiped his hand, trotted and followed him out, and took his bag for Chu Shuzhi. Chu Shuzhi seemed to be a little lost, and let Guo Changcheng take away the things in his hand without any response.

His back was extremely thin, and for a moment, he seemed a little slim and straight.

Shen Wei left with the drunk Zhao Yunlan. The director in their school who was so stolen and could only flatter him for some reason, but suddenly called him and said that he was urgently asked for a document.

Shen Wei felt very strange. He was about to ask in detail, but the director on the other end seemed to have been burned by fire. He hurriedly explained, hung up the phone and ran away.

Shen Wei had no other choice, so he had to take Zhao Yunlan, who had been lying on him and refused to let go, and he returned to his cold and cold apartment where he didn't live forever.

I just entered the door, but I don’t know why it was so coincidental that the director’s call for death came again, and he insisted that he send the things to the west gate of Longcheng University.

Zhao Yunlan rolled around his soft sofa, opened his eyes slightly with drunken eyes and said, "On the first day of the Lunar New Year, did the fat man in your school take the wrong medicine?"

While looking for something, Shen Wei reached out to put his forehead on his forehead, so that he could not knock on the coffee table, and he also stuffed a pillow behind his head: "I have to go there, come back soon, you..."

"I want to sleep for a while." Zhao Yunlan's voice was almost as sticky as her eyelids.

Chen Wei whispered, "Do you drink some water?"

"Um..." Zhao Yunlan turned his head and avoided it, gently waved his hand, "Don't drink."

There seemed to be water in his eyes, his thin lips were bright red, and his long eyebrows were flying slanted, almost sinking into his hair. Because his head was slightly raised, a slightly tight line was drawn on his chin, and the buttons of the open shirt revealed his long neck, which was indescribable and elegant.

Chen Wei's breathing stagnated, and carefully reached out and pushed away the hair in front of his forehead, pulled a blanket and put it on him, gently rubbed Zhao Yunlan's lips with his thumb, stroked it nostalgically, leaned over and kissed him in front of his forehead, took the things the director wanted and the car key, turned around and walked out.

A moment later, Zhao Yunlan heard the slight sound of the door.

Zhao Yunlan, who was still drunk just now, immediately sat upright like a corpse, took out his cell phone and sent a text message to "drag him for a while", and then called the moving company that he had contacted early.

The guy at the moving company probably hadn't received such a weird order, and hesitated: "Then... if the owner is not here, are we..."

"It's yours, move it for me," Zhao Yunlan said domineeringly, "Is it necessary to write two addresses on one household registration book sooner or later? I'll be angry when I see his pile of disposable things. I rushed over within five minutes, and heard nothing!"

Zhao Yunlan hung up the phone, took out a dozen sticky notes from his bag, and began to quickly list them - which ones were to be taken away, and it didn't matter if they were thrown away, and they planned to buy them for him again.

Suddenly, Zhao Yunlan paused and an extremely obscene idea came to his mind - he thought wildly about where Chen Wei's underwear was placed? Especially those he had worn... Although Chen Wei pushed and squeezed with him in his own small apartment during this period, he could still maintain the fine tradition of "feeling in love and politeness" in such a small space where he looked up but didn't look down.

Zhao Yunlan has been blind for more than half a month. Although he has been planning to do something wrong, he is still not able to do anything. He lives under the same roof with the person he likes every day, and cannot see or eat, so he can only rely on his brain to make up for it... Over time, he felt that he could cultivate himself and become a monk.

"I have to force myself." Zhao Yunlan rubbed his hands, laughed twice, and then went to the steep balcony. He had probably not lived in it for a long time. The clothes hanger on the balcony was still there, but nothing was hanging. Zhao Yunlan didn't give up and opened the large wardrobe in the living room, but found that there were only shirts, trousers, and other clothes that he usually wore, as well as several pairs of shoes with similar styles, and not even pairs of socks.

Zhao Yunlan's eyes were not very good now, and she didn't see a small storage box covered by a long windbreaker. She added the items "carrying" and "need to buy" on the list, and unwillingly looked at Chen Wei's bedroom that was closed all year round, as if it was a different-dimensional bedroom.

The door had no handle or open lock. Zhao Yunlan took out a small flashlight and swept around the door crack and the door shaft. He could not find the door shaft or the hidden lock.

He was secretly surprised and tried to put his palm on the door. He saw with his eyes that there were light patterns on the door. There seemed to be some kind of energy flowing in the dark door panel. The flow method was peaceful and central, with an indescribable solemn aura, tightly fit and meticulous.

Zhao Yunlan put his hand on the door and felt it for a moment, and suddenly felt a little familiar. The next moment, he thought: "Kunlun Lock?"

These days, he hid himself from everyone and found information about Kunlun with the help of Sang Zan, but except for it being a very awesome and ancient mountain, as well as some schools and tricks named after Kunlun, he did not find anything valuable.

Kunlun Lock is recorded in one of the books he accidentally saw with his eyes.

Legend has it that the upper and lower part of the Kunlun Lock means that the sky is round and the place, and the fourteen paths in the middle are secretly combined with the eight desolates and six combinations. At that time, the sixty-four hexagrams were not born, and only the yin and yang were inherited, and there was no complicated and complicated thing in later generations. In a sense, it was more bizarre and changeable and difficult to grasp.

What is there in the house that can be used with Kunlun Lock?

No...What does the Soul-Slaying Envoy have to do with Kunlun? Why is Chen Wei so familiar with this ancient seal?

Zhao Yunlan stood at the door uncertainly for a moment, then tentatively reached out and filled his spiritual power in his palm. He tweaked the Kunlun lock. The Kunlun lock was immediately touched. Fourteen seals came one after another, and the yin and yang were born, which made people overwhelmed for a while. Zhao Yunlan was too thoughtful, mixed but not refined, and sometimes too imaginative, so he was not as good at these exquisite things as Chu Shuzhi.

But when facing Kunlun Lock, he somehow felt a sense of familiarity. Every change was in his eyes, as if every time it was just stepping on a beat that was about to emerge in his heart.

Zhao Yunlan's fingers wandered quickly on the door, as if someone was holding his fingers.

The gate of heaven, the earth is united, the square and circle are followed by the thirty-six pillars until...

With a "click", the dark door panel slowly opened back, revealing a small crack, and there was no trace of light inside. Zhao Yunlan stood at the door and suddenly stumbled.

For some reason, he regretted pushing open the door.

However, after hesitating for a moment, he still untied a small flashlight from the key and walked in carefully.

The wall was full of things, and Zhao Yunlan struggled to squint his eyes under the light, and stood there on the spot.

A full wall, big, small, angry, and laughing... Zhao Yunlan's hand trembled, and the flashlight almost fell to the place, and his slightly drunkenness disappeared in an instant.

After a moment, the flashlight slowly fell on an ancient painting on the south wall of the room. It was a huge ancient painting, which occupied almost a wall. It was made of unknown material. It was as thin as a cicada's wings, with a smooth and white surface, and a person was painted on it.

The man painted the eyebrows and eyes with fine eyebrows and charm, with long hair dragging the ground, and a simple green long gown. He turned his head slightly, and seemed to have a smile on his lips... It made Zhao Yunlan feel that he was almost looking in the mirror.

There is a line of small characters written next to it, not modern simplified or traditional, nor even any font he is familiar with. It is unprecedented. However, Zhao Yunlan didn't know why, but at one glance, he understood what was written on it:

When Deng Lin first met Kunlun Jun, he glanced at me with a shocking glance, and my heart was confused.

Ten minutes later, the moving company guy knocked on the door of Chen Wei's house, but a strange man walked out of it.
Chapter completed!