What Hu Bufei took out was an architectural drawing. The Tiangong Club is an antique building that looks like a palace. Every city has its own style, and Chang'an City has a historical style. The club in this city, you
If it were not built in the style of Daming Palace or Taiji Palace, it would be embarrassing to call itself a high-end club.
Luoyang carefully looked at the length, width and height of the palace building. After reading it, he took a pen to calculate on the drawing, length x width x height.
A group of comrades from the Xuanwu Bureau looked at Luoyang, but no one could see what medicine he was selling in his gourd, including Guo Fei, codenamed "Military Advisor."
The calculation results are out.
Luoyang turned the drawing over again, drew a rectangular pattern on the back and marked the dimensions. After drawing, he threw the pen on the table and said with a smile: "Everyone, I want such a big water tank before dawn tomorrow."
, weld it to me using 304 stainless steel."
Zheng Congrong picked up the drawing and glanced at the marked dimensions, with a strange expression on his face: "Xiao Luo, why do you want such a big water tank? With your size, it is several times larger than the swimming pool in a swimming pool.
"
"Uncle, are you trying to raise a whale?" Xuan Taimei teased.
Guo Fei looked at Luoyang, thoughtfully.
Luoyang said: "Just prepare it for me. In addition, I need to prepare a few transport helicopters that can fly with these large water tanks."
Guo Fei suddenly understood something and said excitedly: "Xiao Luo, you asked us to prepare such a big water tank for you. You want to use this box to cover the Tiangong Club, right?"
Luoyang nodded.
"But you said in the conference room before that Ji Zhong's spirit remains after death. Even if you kill Shi Junhao, it will be useless. Ji Zhong's spirit will escape and he can activate the gap at any time." The military advisor raised questions.
Hu Bufei said: "Yes, what's the difference between this and us surrounding it with armored vehicles and special forces?"
Luoyang smiled calmly: "Leave professional matters to professional people. You just need to prepare for me. In addition, don't stay too far away. It's best to do it when I'm on my way to Tiangong Club tomorrow.
The water tank needs some professional treatment."
"What kind of professional treatment?" Baili Jianjia asked curiously.
"You won't understand even if I tell you. Act quickly. Such a big water tank needs to be welded before I go to the Tiangong Club to meet Ji Zhong tomorrow. I also have to prepare a helicopter. We can't do it without hurrying up." Luoyang said.
"Xiao Luo, tell me, how sure are you?" Zheng Congrong asked.
Luoyang said: "Seventy to eighty percent, maybe fifty or sixty percent, but do you have a better choice?"
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Zheng Congrong said.
He had no other choice, not to mention a 70% to 80% certainty, a 50% to 60% certainty, even if there was only a 1% success rate, he could only give it a try.
"You guys go get busy, I'm going back to sleep." Luoyang turned and left.
Baili Jianjia stopped him: "Brother Luo, don't you talk to us about the details? Tomorrow is very important, it is related to the safety of the entire Chang'an City. If you go back to your room to sleep so early, can you sleep?"
Luoyang nodded: "I slept very well."
Baili Jianjia: "..."
"Brother, if you just leave like this, we don't know what to do," Hu Bufei said.
Luoyang said: "You are responsible for the meeting, and I am responsible for sleeping. This is the division of labor. If I don't have a good rest and am not in a good state, how will I fight against Ji Zhong tomorrow?"
"I think Brother Luo is right. He really needs to rest early." Tank Xu Zhuang said.
Several people from the Xuanwu Bureau turned to look at Xu Zhuang.
Xu Zhuang looked innocent: "Did I say something wrong?"
With just a little effort, the people from Luoyang were already outside the door, and they closed the door behind them after going out.
Back in the room, Luoyang put away a few things and had just laid down on the bed when a WeChat notification came from Feather Eye's phone. He looked at it and saw that it was a friend request from "Hero": I am Baili Jianjia.
No matter what, Luoyang approved the request.
Baili Jianjia didn't send a message, just a friend request.
Luoyang was getting ready to go to bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, a new message alert came from his mobile phone. He picked up his mobile phone again, opened it and took a look.
Hero: Why is there nothing in your circle of friends?
That's it?
Luoyang was a little speechless, and he replied: No serious person can post on WeChat Moments.
Daxia: I really like posting on Moments. Do you mean I’m not serious?
Luoyang:……
He clicked on Baili Jianjia's image and looked at her circle of friends. Sure enough, there were almost one post every three days, most of which were posts about delicious food, and occasionally Chicken Soup for the Soul, but none of them showed their faces.
Almost every post has Hu Bufei’s likes underneath.
Hero: Okay, good night.
Luoyang: Good night.
Luoyang placed the Feather Blade Eye mobile phone on the bed cabinet, covered himself with the quilt and prepared to sleep.
Ding dong!
There was a ring at the door.
Luoyang felt a little irritable, so he got up and opened the door.
It's white.
Luoyang's heart suddenly stopped being irritable, and his voice became gentle: "Aren't you asleep yet?"
Bai Jing was a little nervous and her cheeks were a little red: "Master, I translated the spell on the seal."
"Show it to me quickly." Luoyang was a little anxious.
Bai Jing's voice was small: "Let's talk about it after we enter the room."
"Come in." Luoyang stepped out of the way and closed the door after Bai Jing entered.
Bai Jing heard the sound of closing the door and glanced back at Luoyang. She became more nervous and there was something in her eyes. But she didn't ask her master why he closed the door. She took one look and walked towards the bed.
Luoyang came over: "Xiao Bai, show it to me quickly."
Bai Jing took out a piece of note paper from his pocket and handed it to Luoyang.
Open it in Luoyang and take a look.
Spell: The blue sky of the underworld is filled with the breath of the Holy Spirit, the soul of Lu Jiuhu is in the west...
Luoyang recited it twice softly. When the words came out of his mouth, they were no longer even in Chinese. They were all sounds of spiritual energy vibrating, mysterious and obscure, and felt a bit like Mongolian Khumai.
"Master, what does this mantra mean? I have translated many ancient documents and I think my level is pretty good, but I can't figure out what it means at all," Bai Jing said.
Luoyang stuffed the note paper into the pocket of his clothes on the sofa, looked at the female disciple, and said with a smile: "The spells of the Wu family are just like transliterating foreign names. The literal meaning is not important at all, the important thing is the pronunciation.
.For example, if you translate the word Tian, the spiritual power vibrates the vocal cords, and what comes out is "taste"."
"Oh." Bai Jing was confused, but still pretended to understand.
The master and apprentice suddenly became speechless.
There really isn’t much to say. The female disciple came here to deliver the translation of the spell. Luoyang had read it, and the matter should have ended here. The further development was that the female disciple said goodbye and left. The master sent people out, and then closed the door and came back to sleep. However, the master
The two disciples got stuck here for no apparent reason.
Eyes facing each other.
Their nostrils breathed in the air filtered from the other's lungs, as well as the scent emanating from each other's bodies.
One minute, six points and nine seconds.
"Xiao Bai." Luoyang broke the silence.
"Yeah." Bai Jing responded softly.
"Xiaobai..." Luoyang called again.
"Yeah." Bai Jing responded softly again.
Luoyang was embarrassed. He thought Bai Jing would understand his hint and leave. But Bai Jing just hummed twice and showed no sign of leaving.
Luoyang glanced at the electronic clock on the bedside table: "Well, it's already ten o'clock."
Bai Jing also took a look: "To be precise, it's 10:03."
Luoyang was puzzled, what was wrong with her, why she refused to leave, didn't say anything, and even argued with him.
"Master, what do you think the Xiu'er in the gap looks like?" Bai Jing suddenly asked.
The appearance of that seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl suddenly appeared in Luoyang's mind. She was young, thin, delicate and beautiful. She was the best years of a woman's life. Then, something else appeared in his mind.
, there was also a slight surge in my heart.
"Master?"
"Uh." Luoyang came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's very beautiful."
"Is that Tang Sheng happy?" Bai Jing asked again.
Luoyang suddenly felt guilty: "Well... be happy."
"Master, I was in Xiu'er's body at that time, and Master was in Tang Sheng's body. If Tang Sheng is happy, Master is happy, right?" He observed Master's expression from the corner of his fair eyes.
"Yes, but..." Luoyang had a lot to say in his heart, but the strange thing was that when he wanted to say it out, he forgot the words.
"But what?"
Luoyang couldn't answer.
Bai Jing felt sad and said in a small voice, "Master only cares about his own happiness and doesn't care about my feelings at all?"
Luoyang walked over and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
Bai Jing bit her cherry lips and mustered up the courage to speak out: "What happened in the gap is all fake. I don't want it, I want it to be true."
One of Luoyang's two heads grew older: "I am your master."
Bai Jing sighed softly: "False master, what have you taught me?"
Luoyang was speechless.
Bai Jing said again: "In the university, many professors have married their own students. It's the 21st century, why do you still have feudal ideas?"
Luoyang felt ashamed. He didn't expect that he was still poisoned by feudal ideas and was going against the trend of the times.
"I don't care, you said you would be responsible." Bai Jing said.
Luoyang had a headache: "Xiaobai, do you think it's okay if we go to see my aunt after I finish my work tomorrow to see if she agrees?"
It's not that he doesn't like it, and there was a bizarre car accident in the gap. He couldn't have hit and run. But in his heart, Bai Jing has always been a girl as pure as a blank slate. He didn't want to just be in this girl casually.
Scribbling on pure white paper. If you want to write, you have to take a shower and change clothes, burn incense and meditate, and when your poetic mood is full.
This is too sudden and too casual, which is not good.
But Bai Jing didn't understand the master's good intentions. She shook her head: "I won't do it. What if you can't defeat Ji Zhong tomorrow and can't come back?"
Luoyang: "..."
Disciple, you are cursing Master, do you know that?
Bai Jing also realized that she had said the wrong thing and subconsciously stuck out her tongue.
1.5 seconds past the chin.
Luoyang was stunned immediately.
Eyes facing each other.
Perhaps out of nervousness or embarrassment, Bai Jing stuck out her tongue again.
The next second, a shadow suddenly enveloped her...
She was like a rabbit caught by the big bad wolf, tremblingly waiting for her fate to be judged.
But even under such circumstances, she still opened up her own pattern...