Chapter 15
That night, the chill of early spring had not yet dissipated, and the cool air filled the quiet courtyard.
A bright moon hangs high in the sky, shining especially brightly in the dazzling Milky Way. Under the green willows, Feng Jueyu looks up at the moon, occasionally becoming "wet" and "lewd" and saying a few words, which makes the servants on the outer wall sneer at him. This bastard is horny again.
A bright oil lamp was on in the second floor of the left side of Yunmeng Tower. The pretty figure reflected on the window paper was full of laziness. The eldest lady was checking the account book again.
In early spring, the earth revives and the peak season for the medicinal materials industry begins. Usually at this time people go out to look for medicinal materials production areas or cultivate new medicinal species. Huairentang, like other pharmacies, has a lot of work for Shangguan Ruoming to do.
At the desk inside the window, Shangguan Ruoming was looking at thick account books, picking up a pen to make some marks from time to time.
Xing'er stood obediently by the side, holding a big abacus and moving it back and forth.
Ah~
The master and the servant were concentrating on checking the accounts when suddenly a wolf-like howl that did not sound like a human sounded from outside the building:
I sleep through the spring without knowing the dawn,
Mosquitoes bite everywhere.
If you want to sleep well,
Don't wash your feet at night.
So wet, so wet...
When this "poem" came out, everyone in the yard was shocked. Many people in each room covered themselves with quilts and stuffed cotton in their ears. Even a few servants and maids who were busy in the woodroom were frightened to death, and their good deeds were aborted.
Xing'er in the Yunmeng Building bit her lip in anger. Even the usually steady Shangguan Ruoming frowned and looked outside. When they saw a certain brother standing under the crooked tree and shaking his head in great excitement, the corners of their mouths twitched with anger.
"My son-in-law is going too far. He's still yelling so late at night, Miss~" Xing'er is pretty, with a rosy face. Especially when she's angry, she looks even more charming.
"Forget it." Shangguan Ruoming looked through the window crack for a while, shook his head helplessly, and sat down again: "Could it be that Brother Feng has such a refined taste? Don't bother with him." With a sigh, Shangguan Ruoming didn't know what he was thinking.
Unable to bear the account any longer, Xing'er simply threw the abacus on the table and said angrily, "Miss, he is already an adult. Xing'er is a servant and should not say such things on weekdays. But Miss, Xing'er feels sorry for you."
Shangguan Ruoming put down the brush and raised her head: "Why not?" She stood up and said solemnly: "The Shangguan family has more than 300 disciples from the first, second and third branches, most of whom are blood relatives or have connections. Is it easy to keep such a large family business? Grandfather is old and doesn't want to interfere. He let the third branch fight for the inheritance, but he didn't want to fight too much, so he chose me. If I leave the Shangguan family, how long can the Shangguan family last?"
"Five years? Ten years? Three years? Two years?" At this point, Shangguan Ruoming sighed, "Four provinces, two prefectures, one state, and six counties. The Shangguan family's business is too big. Once a department has a problem, it will be a disaster for the Shangguan family's two hundred years of foundation. I can't leave, so I must marry Feng Jueyu. Only in this way can grandpa rest assured."
"But...but he has no self-respect and no ambition at all. Miss, can you tolerate it after you get married?" Xing'er and Shangguan Ruoming have been childhood sweethearts, and they call each other sisters in private. There are some things that only she dares to say, and she is genuinely good to Shangguan Ruoming.
Shangguan Ruoming shook her head, a look of disappointment flashed across her face, and then she said firmly: "I have to endure it even if I can't. For Grandpa, sacrificing me alone is nothing."
Shangguan Ruoming walked to the window, looked at the man's back, and softened her tone: "In fact, Brother Feng is not a bad person. He has been to brothels countless times and has never stayed overnight there. This shows that he knows what is important and what is not important, and this is enough for me. In addition, only such a character is easy to control. Do you think he is like Ruowen and Ruowu, who are friendly on the surface but scheming behind the scenes?"
"But." Xing'er was about to speak up for her mistress, but was interrupted by Shangguan Ruoming before she could finish her words.
"Do you think Brother Feng is a little different after what happened last time?" Shangguan Ruoming did not look back, her curious eyes fell on the handsome figure in the yard.
Xing Er was stunned. Different? What was different? Still so unbearable, and no one heard what she said? "Miss, have you found anything?"
Shangguan Ruoming smiled and said, "I just didn't notice it, so I felt it was strange. I can't really explain it, but anyway, it's different."
Xing'er was puzzled. She didn't want to look at the playboy any longer, but she couldn't help but walk to the window and stare at Feng Jueyu at the same time as Shangguan Ruoming.
The conversation took place in the small building. If it reached the ears of Feng Da the Killer, he would definitely look up at the window. I think my acting skills are top-notch and winning the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor is no problem, but this girl still saw through it. Women's intuition is too scary.
The building gradually became quiet. After Feng Jueyu's disturbance, the master and servant had no mood to check the accounts. It was hard to tell whether they were upset or not. There were originally many things to talk about tonight, but why did they end up talking about that waste?
"Forget it, Xing'er, clean up and take a rest."
Shangguan Ruoming didn't know that after this meeting, the change in the "inner heart" of the killer Feng Da was bound to leave a faint mark in her heart, and this night was destined to be a sleepless one.
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In the garden downstairs, the killer Feng Da invited the beautiful lady to watch the moon but she didn't show up. He lost interest and had no choice but to return to his residence to continue practicing the first level of Hong Yuan Tianjing.
After saving Li Yide with the Huihaotian needle in Jishifang in the morning, Feng Jueyu's understanding of the life and death magic art has been further advanced. Now Young Master Feng has become accustomed to the operation of the two energies of life and death, and is delighted to find that the Hongyuan spiritual energy in the Hongyuan space is almost endless. How much he can use depends on his own ability.
With this heaven-defying martial art, Feng Da Sha's confidence has doubled. The ability of the life energy to nourish all things can affect all aspects, while the death energy, or the Hongyuan Extreme Yin energy, has a huge effect opposite to the former.
After nearly half a month of speculation, Feng Jueyu almost understood how to use the two abilities. For him, it was like gaining two superpowers, which was an inexplicable surprise.
When the two kinds of Hongyuan spiritual energy are properly controlled, various unexpected effects will be produced, such as concealing breath and whereabouts, which is the most realistic.
Now it depends on how you use these two powerful abilities.
And now there is a good opportunity. It is a dark and windy night, and the Feng Da killer has chosen Yi Zhuang as his target.
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Xicheng Yizhuang...
The cemetery is where coffins are stored. Of course, the coffins are not empty, but contain bodies. Most of them are because they have not yet found a good place to bury the body, or the deceased died in a foreign country and the family is preparing to transport the body back to their home country for burial, or they are too poor to afford a burial and have to temporarily store the body in the cemetery.
Walking along the way, Feng Jueyu carefully shook off the follower behind him, and finally arrived at the West City Charity Cemetery from the bustling downtown area full of laughter and beautiful women.
At midnight, the air became increasingly colder. The cold wind blew a few dry leaves on the ground, which floated feebly in the air, whimpering like wronged ghosts, gloomy and creepy.
Feng Jueyu ran to the charity cemetery, which was no less than a cemetery, in the middle of the night for a purpose. This time, he wanted to verify that he could use the aura of death to simulate corpse qi and even create a ghost. If successful, it could be applied to various occasions in the future, which would definitely be of great benefit.
The door of the charity cemetery was not closed tightly. Feng Jueyu saw that there was no one around, so he crouched down and sneaked in like a ghost.
As he entered the main hall of the charity cemetery, a cold current instantly enveloped his entire body. Even though Feng Da was a brave killer, he couldn't help shivering.
Damn, this funeral home is much more gloomy than the morgue.
All charity cemeteries evolved from ancestral halls. In front of each charity cemetery there is a huge statue that looks like a temple priest, with ferocious brows and angry eyes and a stern appearance. Combined with the cold and old coffins lined up in a row around it, even the bravest person would have their hair stand on end when arriving here.
Feng Da Killer is no exception. He doesn't want to stay here any longer.
He walked to a nearby coffin and slowly opened the lid, muttering, "I'm sorry, brother, I'll borrow some corpse energy to do some research. When the matter at Jishifang is over, I'll come back and burn some ingot candles and incense for you. Don't blame me if there's anything strange."
Muttering this, the killer Feng stretched out his hand, and the magic of life and death was quietly activated. A suction force appeared out of nowhere in the depths of his palm, and the power of death drew out the smell of a moldy corpse.
When Feng Jueyu came, he deliberately changed into night clothes and put a black cloth on his face. On the one hand, he was afraid of being recognized, and on the other hand, it was also to block the smell.
But as soon as the coffin lid was opened, the disgusting smell still wafted out.
vomit……
Feng Jueyu, who had inhaled a wisp of corpse gas, almost vomited up the overnight meal. He quickly closed the coffin lid and stepped back a few steps, gasping for breath: "Damn it, Li Yide, Li Yide, I even did the work of tomb robbing for you. If you don't make me rich enough to rival a country, I will not forgive you."
Even though Feng Jueyu had cultivated the first level of the Hong Yuan Tian Jing magic skills, his skills were far from enough to store and materialize energy. With the corpse energy slowly dissipating in his hands, he walked directly to the corner and sat down.
When the magic power was activated, the black and white life and death energies kept moving along the meridians in the body, absorbing the corpse qi into the body. The two energies interacted with each other and were carefully observed.
"So this is what corpse qi is like?"
As Feng Jueyu expected, the aura of death was indeed an extremely yin and cold thing. Once he identified the characteristics of a certain aura, he could use the aura of death to simulate it.
This kind of cold spiritual energy can even affect people's minds and cause certain hallucinations.
This is what Feng Jueyu wants.
In order to study the corpse qi more thoroughly, Feng Jueyu simply decided not to leave. He became bolder and bolder, and he pushed open and closed the coffin lids one by one. He spent most of the night trying to figure it out.
Fortunately, Feng Jueyu discovered that when he inhaled too much of this cold and gloomy air, the internal energy deep in his dantian was also constantly growing. Although it was not much, it was better than nothing.
Just when Feng Jueyu was enjoying this, a sinister voice was heard.
"You little brat, are you done yet? Aren't you afraid that the dead body in the coffin will explode?"