The sunset at the entrance of the alley is slightly slanted, and the walls are sparse and sparse, with some wild grass and flowers, which is messy and pleasing to the eye.

Yanzhi came to the gate of the courtyard, but the door was still hidden. She thought for a moment and pushed the door open. The doorman in the courtyard was closed. She called out to the house: "Arong." No one responded, but she was still confused. She slowly stepped forward and knocked on the door three times. After waiting for a while, she pushed open the door without sound. There was no one in the room.

Turning around and heading to the guest room behind, he had been sleeping in the study while she and Shen Wan were living there.

There was no one in the study, only a room full of books. Yanzhi hesitated and stepped in. She glanced at the desk clean and had only a few books. She looked around and saw no place where there were pens and ink. Yanzhi had to pick up a book in front of the desk and flip it over carefully, and there was no pen and ink at all.

Yanzhi turned it over one by one with a patience, and each book was clean and untainted. Gradually, she realized that something was wrong. Every book on this table was full of ghosts and strange ambitions.

She was confused and looked up at random. She saw such books everywhere she saw. The books in this room were neither gossip nor academic strategies, but books about ghosts and monsters.

Yanzhi was shocked and looked down at the book in his hand. After turning a page, he turned a folded page. The page said that it was written to resurrect the soul by borrowing a corpse, and behind it was the Taoist Yin-Yang Formation. Yanzhi had seen this formation.

At that time, a Taoist priest wanted to arrest her and set up a net of heaven and earth to collect her. Fortunately, she was too resentful and the lonely ghosts in the mass grave she brought died of resentment. The Taoist priest was afraid that it would cause a big trouble and destroy the order of yin and yang.

Although she is a human being, she is just a skinny person. She is still a dark thing in her bones and is different from a real person. I wonder if this formation will have any hindrance to her?

What made her most uneasy was why he looked at these things and why he broke the foot on this page? Even if ordinary people know this formation, they don’t know how to use it. Could it be that he has practiced Taoism?

As a ghost, she was naturally afraid of these things. She hurriedly threw down the books in her hand. When she turned around, she ran into the person who had been standing behind her silently. He stood very close, and she turned around and bumped into his arms.

She was shocked and stepped back unconsciously, but forgot that the book case was behind her and she had no choice but to retreat.

Ye Rongzhi leaned forward slightly and supported himself in front of the desk. He reached over to the book that Yanzhi threw away, and circled her between himself and the desk. He picked up the book and turned his head slightly as if he was looking at the contents of the book carefully, and asked slowly: "What are you looking at?" He looked down at Yanzhi, "Resurrection with the corpse?"

Seeing that he was so close, Yanzhi felt both confused and afraid, so she leaned slightly to the other side, but she didn't expect that his hand was still on the desk. She leaned back as if she was snuggling in his arms.

But seeing his eyes indifferent, he slowly opened his lips and said lightly: "Is it the Yin-Yang Formation?"

Seeing that he was like this, Yanzhi had to meet him. She leaned against the desk and looked up at him. "I wonder what Arong is looking at?" She paused, "It's also a formation?"

Ye Rongzhi looked at her for a while, straightened up and put the book in his hand back on the desk, and said sarcastic, "I think what's the use of this formation? Could it be that I can still accept the Master?"

Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss, "Then why are you..."

Ye Rongzhi looked indifferent and his tone was plain, "I just wanted to know what happened back then, why did Master be the master of the person who should have died?"

Since seeing the words on the folding fan, Yanzhi has no longer dared to believe him easily. Although she was a little wary at this time, she was still a little bit moved when she heard this. She was his master at the time, but now she has become someone else's master. If she had been the ones, she would have been reluctant to feel relieved.

She silent for a moment and said softly: "I thought you didn't intend to know this. If you want to know, I can tell you one by one."

"After reading so many books, I can't help but guess. But Arong doesn't want to know about that." Ye Rongzhi didn't smile halfway, but he was still gentle and polite, but he was a little more alienated than before.

Yanzhi couldn't figure out his thoughts. Could it be that he was speculating on him in his heart?

Now that things have come to this point, if you ask about your handwriting again, you will probably be backfiring. She lowered her eyes slightly, "Since that's the case, I'll reply first..."

Ye Rongzhi intercepted her before she could finish her words. He looked at Yanzhi and smiled with a playful smile: "The Master has always been in the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. Why did he come this time? Why didn't he tell the matter thoroughly?"

There was a sting in and out of the words. Yanzhi said patiently and puzzled: "What's wrong with this today? But who is upsetting you?"

Unexpectedly, Ye Rongzhi did not relax when he heard this, but his expression was as indifferent as before. He walked around Yanzhi and sat down in front of the desk, picked up a book and flipped it out, and hung Yanzhi aside.

No matter how stupid Yanzhi is, he knows that he is making trouble for him, but when he thinks about it carefully, he doesn’t think there is anything wrong with him. Could it be that he was the wrong time today and hit the gun?

She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and she was speechless for a moment. She had not been treated so coldly for more than two hundred years since she was conscious. She always took action when she met her whom she didn't like. Now she could not beat her. It's not a good reputation for abusing her disciples.

Just as I was about to leave, I thought that this trip was probably like a stranger. If I had to investigate the folding fan, I would have to go through more trouble.

However, Yanzhi is lazy... but she is also a person who can't help but coax people...

Therefore, I could only stand in embarrassment for a moment, which had a bit of petrification.

Ye Rongzhi sat in front of the desk and turned a blind eye. He then slowly spoke, "Arong is in a bad mood today, so Master doesn't have to take it to heart."

Since she was given a step, Yanzhi naturally wanted to pick her up. She stepped forward and held her hand on the desk, "I am such a stingy person. If Arong has any big deal to tell me, can I help you?"

Ye Rongzhi put down the book in his hand and looked at her with dark eyes, "Didn't the Master always care about his disciples? What is Arong's worth? This little thing is not a problem for the Master." He paused, lowered his eyebrows and eyes to add a little bit of loneliness, and there was a hint of bitterness in his words, "Originally... Master is going to be closer than Master..."

Yanzhi opened her lips and tried to persuade him, but she felt that nothing was right. Whether in terms of relationship or time, she was indeed closer to Yan Zong. She could not refute this, "I'm sorry to you. If I left like that, I should come back to give you an explanation no matter what."

She has been recuperating in the underworld for six years. As soon as she arrived in the world, she encountered various disasters from Li Yanzong. She was busy working diligently as an old mother. Ye Rongzhi had been left behind by her. After all, she was really too cold.

Ye Rongzhi lowered his eyes and was speechless, with an unpredictable expression. After a long time, he said, "My Master had thought about finding me."

Yanzhi knew that she couldn't answer this, but she couldn't lie to him, so she had to keep silent.

After waiting for a long time, Ye Rongzhi slowly smiled, with a little ridicule in his eyes, but he looked at her gently, "It was Arong Duo who asked this. The master's disciples are naturally not comparable to those of a rural villager like me."

Yanzhi didn't expect that he would have such a misunderstanding, but he couldn't tell the truth. There was no airtight wall in the world, not to mention that she still had concerns about Ye Rongzhi. She pondered for a moment and had to give up and said, "Yan Zong is not what you think of me when it comes to me. It's us... without the fate of master and disciple. These are all destined in the dark, and they are not something you can control."

Ye Rongzhi's expression remained unmoved, "What the Master said is that some things should not be forced, but A Rong's thoughts were wrong." He stood up and walked around the desk. Qingshan Qingjian brushed across a corner of the desk as he walked. He walked slowly towards Yanzhi, and the smile on his face floated slightly, and he said slowly: "Master, should you stay and have a meal with A Rong?"

Yanzhi thought for a while and said, "I ate some snacks when I came, but I couldn't eat them anymore. Let's eat them next time." How could there be another time? She no longer planned to come. Ye Rongzhi's mind was changing. She was really unable to resist and she couldn't see through him. So it would be better to avoid it.

Ye Rongzhi couldn't help but smile, "Since that's the case, Arong will send his master a journey."

Yanzhi nodded and walked out. Although she said nothing wrong, she always felt strange when she heard it.

It was already dark after leaving the house. When Yanzhi walked into the yard, she thought that she couldn't come for nothing, so she spoke and tentatively: "I accidentally broke the folding fan I gave last time. I wonder if Arong could write another one for me. I really like this fan."
Chapter completed!