The spirit sword was approaching Hua Wuxiang. Seeing no one around, Hua Wuxiang dodged Mei Ziqing's spirit sword and headed straight for Yanfang Forest.

Yan Fanglin grabbed Mei Ziqing and said, "Run!"

Fortunately, the alley is not deep, and there is the main street about ten meters away. The two of them ran to the main street, and happened to bump into a few guards. Yan Fanglin looked back, and Hua Wuxiang jumped up and disappeared behind the ruins.

The two of them didn't dare to stay, so they went directly to the Ye family annex. Outside the annex, the carriage stopped. Mei Ziqing jumped out of the carriage, while Yan Fanglin changed into men's clothes inside the carriage.

There was no danger, and we returned to the Ye family villa.

Mei Ziqing was still frightened and said, "I will never go out with you again."

"Thank you for your hard work." Yan Fanglin took out the secret book from his arms and stuffed it under the bed.

Mei Ziqing said: "If I had known you were just going to get such a crappy storybook, I wouldn't have made this trip with you!"

But having said that, this story book is so wonderful that it deserves to be cherished by Yan Fanglin.

He really wanted to see it.

It's just that he can't open his mouth to read such obscene books.

This Yan Fanglin didn't even take the initiative to share it with him for a look, which is really ungrateful.

He gave Yan Fanglin a cold look, and Yan Fanglin said: "You are tired too, go back and rest."

Mei Ziqing seemed to be looking at the betrayed man, with eyes that were mercilessly accusing Du Diao. She snorted coldly and left his room.

As soon as Mei Ziqing left, Yan Fanglin immediately took out the piece of blood jade, found a safe place to hide it, then locked the door, and couldn't wait to take out the secret book.

Ah ah ah ah ah.

A little excited.

Relying on his photographic memory, he quickly memorized ten pages of content. The techniques in this secret book became more and more in-depth as the chapters went on. The latter were all the ultimate moves that only the masters could practice, which required extremely strong internal strength.

Talent training is a bit too evil and bloody. For example, there is a kind of evil magic that involves sacrificing the blood of the person you love most to evil spirits. There are also human flesh sacrifices, etc., which make people shudder when they see it.

The male protagonist who is possessed by the original novel has not practiced these techniques that are too sinister, so naturally he does not know how to practice them. The content of the first ten pages alone is enough for him to practice for a while.

The plan for now is to lay a solid foundation first.

The biggest surprise was that he found that the fourth page of the book actually talked about how to use Yin Qi to nourish spiritual veins.

He closed his eyes and tried as mentioned above, and found that this technique of nourishing the spirit with yin energy also had the effect of repairing the spiritual veins.

This is what he and Yu Qingchi need most right now, especially Yu Qingchi.

Yan Fanglin was very excited.

He felt that Yu Qingchi needed this set of exercises more than he did.

So he found a pen and ink, copied down the art of nourishing the soul with Yin Qi, rolled it into a paper tube and stuffed it into his sleeve, and then went out.

How should I give it to Yu Qingchi?

Giving it to Yu Qingchi directly would be too risky. Yu Qingchi would definitely ask the question, and maybe even report himself for practicing evil.

He thought about it and decided to let Yu Qingchi discover it "accidentally" by himself.

Just like in the original book, he fell into the icy abyss and discovered this secret book.

But now that he lives in the annex, Yu Qingchi spends most of his time meditating indoors, which gives him few opportunities to "accidentally pick up secret books".

Yan Fanglin waited for a long time and found no opportunity.

Yu Qingchi never goes out when nothing happens.

Yan Fanglin finally decided to be simple and crude.

At dusk, without anyone noticing, he secretly stuffed the paper tube through the crack in the door.

"Who?" he heard Yu Qingchi ask in the room.

Even though his spiritual power is gone, his hearing is still so good.

Yan Fanglin quickly slipped back to his room and closed the door.

But as soon as he closed the door, he found that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.

The moonlight shone on the paper window, and the room was so dark that almost nothing could be seen. However, there seemed to be a vague black shadow on the chair beside the bed, and someone was sitting there.

who is it?

Mu Huaying or Hua Wuxiang?

He put his hand on the door and held his breath.

"I advise you not to run away or call anyone."

A very charming female voice came through the dark night. The female voice was a bit like Mu Huaying, but it sounded darker than Mu Huaying's female voice, so that the charm sounded a bit arrogant.

The green lantern on the table suddenly burst into flames. The flame was not an ordinary color, but a little blood red.

Different from the oil lamp lit by spiritual energy, this is a lamp lit by bloody energy.

The room became a little brighter, and he finally saw the other person's true face.

A beautiful woman wearing a purple dress was leaning on a chair. She had bright and passionate eyes, but the smile at the corner of her mouth was the same as Mu Huaying's, which made people shudder.

"Who are you?" Yan Fanglin asked.

"Aren't you a magic calculator? Since you can calculate everything, how come you don't know my identity?" After the beautiful woman finished speaking, a smile condensed on the corners of her lips and she sat upright.

"Mu Wushuang." Yan Fanglin said.

Mu Wushuang stood up, and the oil lamp on the table suddenly floated up. It floated all the way to Yan Fanglin with no sign of stopping.

Yan Fanglin was forced to lean back, and the oil lamp floated under his chin, and finally stopped in mid-air.

Mu Huashuang looked at him carefully under the light for a while and said: "Sure enough, seeing him is better than hearing it. He is really a handsome man. It's a pity that the small sect of Qingzhu Peak has produced a peerless genius like you.

You are so beautiful, why do you want to die?"

"Does Mu Huaying know you came to see me?" Yan Fanglin asked.

Mu Wushuang heard him mention Mu Huaying, and with a slight wave, three daggers were pressed against his neck.

Yan Fanglin leaned against the door and felt a pain in her throat.

Mu Wushuang was not in a hurry to kill him.

"I see that you do have some abilities. You also know some things that only I know. It's a pity that you die like this because of your calculations. Why don't you surrender to me and I will spare your life?"

Yan Fanglin said: "You want to use Mu Huaying to retaliate against Ye Qingdu. This plan will not succeed."

Mu Wushuang looked at him.

Yan Fanglin suppressed his fear and said slowly: "I can understand the past and predict the future. Ye Qingdu is ruthless and unkind, and he has indeed failed you. There is nothing wrong with you wanting revenge. It's just that Mu Huaying killed

Without Ye Qingdu, if you do this, you will not only harm Mu Huaying, but also yourself. "

Mu Huaying's life experience is known to only Mu Wushuang, a living person in this world. He can tell Mu Huaying's life experience. She must have been extremely shocked when Mu Huaying went to Mu Wushuang for confirmation.

This is how I decided that I was a fortune teller.

Now that God predicted that she would have a tragic ending, Mu Wushuang turned pale as expected.

"That's good too." She sneered: "What I want to know more is what Ye Qingdu's expression will be like when he knows that he killed his own son. Why don't you tell me about this?"

abnormal.

He is indeed a pervert who can think of killing his father with his son.

Her calculation was so good. She instigated Mu Huaying to kill Ye Qingdu. It was not because the assassination was successful that she got her revenge. Mu Huaying died in the hands of Ye Qingdu. To her, it was also

A kind of revenge.

This is a revenge that is destined not to lose.

Yan Fanglin pursed her lips tightly and looked at Mu Wushuang.

"I originally wanted to spare your life, but it seems I can't."

Mu Wushuang frowned, and the dagger was about to pierce Yan Fanglin's throat. Yan Fanglin's legs went weak, but he found that the dagger was pressed against his neck and shook twice, and he was suddenly controlled by a very strong aura.

Living.

Mu Wushuang's eyes tightened, and the three daggers flew out. She took a step back and put the daggers in her sleeves.

"Come out!" she said.

Someone pushed open the door and entered. It was Mu Huaying.

He has returned to men's clothing, his face is beautiful, but his expression is a bit scary.

"What are you doing?" Mu Wushuang said angrily, "How dare you disobey me?"

Mu Huaying said word by word: "This person cannot be killed."

Yan Fanglin immediately hid behind him and wanted to speak, but found that he could not make any sound. He turned around to run, but found that he was surrounded by a demonic aura and could not move.

He was like a puppet being manipulated, he could only watch the mother and son.

Mu Wushuang said: "How many times have I told you that these decent people from famous families are the best at deceiving others. I don't care what they tell you. Why, do you believe him or not me?"
To be continued...