This late at night, the antique shop was surprisingly quiet before it was cold.

I slept very quietly in the seventh day of the lunar month because there was no sound at all in the store in front.

What happened to those things today? It was silent. I was sleeping in a daze at the seventh day of the lunar month, and such thoughts flashed through my mind. But isn’t it good to be silent? Turning over, he continued to fall into a deep sleep.

Zhao Nan looked at the figure outside the window and sighed softly: "It's always so competitive." He lifted the quilt and picked up the sleeping Dunzi. The poor Dunzi was sleepy and drooling on the corner of his mouth.

"Go and go out with me."

Zhao Nan said to Dunzi.

Dunzi looked up at him, shook his little head, and fell asleep again with his head tilted.

Zhao Nan had no choice but to take out his pistol, check the bullet, change into black clothes, and disappear alone in the darkness. Dunzi woke up at this time, looking at the window blankly, not knowing what had happened just now. With a squeak, he jumped onto the bed and buried in Zhao Nan's quilt and fell asleep again.

Ye Jian fell lightly from the high wall of Niutou Mountain, looked around vigilantly, and touched the backyard with slight hands and feet.

She was really unwilling to find nothing here during the day.

She walked to the backyard and saw a little light coming from a room in the darkness.

Ye Xian touched the room and was about to reach out to poke the window paper to see the scene inside, when he heard footsteps coming straight to the window. Ye Xian hurriedly squatted down and heard the people in the window laughing softly: "Since you come, you can rest assured, why bother sneaking in, come in." The sound was very familiar, it was Yuan Shou's voice.

Ye Xian calmed down and pushed the door gently, but the door was not locked.

"What are you looking for Yuan Qing?"

Yuan Shou was sitting cross-legged on the chair and saw Ye Xian coming in and out of the way.

Ye Xian said: "I suspect he did something bad."

"Do you doubt?" Yuan Shou suddenly laughed and pointed to the chair and said, "Please sit down. You are not afraid of heaven and earth during the day. Why is it so ladylike at night?"

Ye Xian was stimulated by his words and sat down angrily and asked, "Do you know this person and know very well what he did, right?"

"Oh, how do you see it?"

"It's like you, you're just pretending."

Yuan Shou reached out and touched his face, his expression still calm: "Xiaodao is born with such a serious and pretentious face, what can he do?"

Ye Xian stood up impatiently and walked around Yuan Shou who was meditating: "Don't mention these things are not there, I've inquired. This Taoist temple can barely be regarded as a branch of Wudang. As the chief disciple of Wudang, you will not come here for no reason."

Speaking of this, Ye Xian lowered his head and looked at Yuan Shou's expression: "Can you come here for Yuan Qing?"

Yuan Shou's expression remained unchanged, but the eyebrows on his right jumped. Ye Xian reached out and pressed his eyebrows and smiled, "Look, pretend to know everything, but your eyebrows betray you, it jumped."

Yuan Shou sighed: "Let go."

Ye Xian pressed his eyebrows, and she looked down from her perspective. From her perspective, Yuan Shou's facial features were very good, with a high nose, a tight corner of his mouth, a clean and tight skin, and his whole body was tight. Ye Xian couldn't help but want to tease her again, and his hands were sliding down his eyebrows. She noticed that Yuan Shou's body was slightly shaken, and Ye Xian smirked: "What are you nervous? You are not a practitioner of Taoism, you can only have a way in your heart."

"Okay, stop making trouble."

Ye Xian was obedient and had a ghost. His hand was down and pressed straight to the corner of his lips.

Yuan Shou leaned back a little and avoided her claws. Ye Xian also fell backwards with him and lay directly on him: "Oh, you took me down."

Yuan Shou's face slowly turned red. If he got up at this moment, Ye Xian would have fallen directly on the hard chair. If he didn't get up, the woman would just press him down like this... This was really not good.

Just at this moment, I heard someone shouting outside the yard: "There is a thief!"

Then the shouts of several people were connected together.

Ye Xian's face changed, and Yuan Shou said, "But someone saw the traces." Before Ye Xian could speak, he pointed to the big bed that stretched out his hand and said, "You hide it first."

Ye Xian then stood up with his body, bent down and looked at the bottom of the bed, frowned and said, "It's so dirty that I won't go in."

Just as Yuan Shou was about to speak, there was a shout of catching a thief in the yard, and the sound was just around the corner and was about to come in.

Ye Jian sneaked around at night, wearing soft-soled cloth shoes. He took off his shoes and slid into Yuan Shou's quilt, revealing a beautiful face and said, "I'm hiding here."

Yuan Shou had no choice but to bend down and pick up her shoes, put them in his wardrobe to hide them, and then put them down. At this time, a knock on the door: "Uncle Yuan Shou, Uncle Master Opens the door."

Yuan Shou untied his Taoist robe a few times and hung it on one side. He touched his face hard, pretending to be sleepy and opened the door: "What's wrong? I heard of catching a thief."

The middle-aged Taoist priest who was leading the way looked inside the house and frowned: "My junior brother is indeed a disciple of a big sect. He is used to being extravagant. He doesn't turn off the lights when he goes to bed at night."

Yuan Shou smiled apologized: "I meditated and fell asleep in a daze. My senior brother was right, so I will pay attention in the future."

Several young Taoist priests rushed in, looked around, and turned around and shouted, "Master, there is nothing."

The middle-aged Taoist priest asked, "Is there anyone here that comes?"

Yuan Shou shook his head: "No."

"Junior brother, I don't care what mission you came with, Niutou Mountain is always a branch of Wudang, and you and I are closely related." The middle-aged Taoist priest said in a serious tone.

“That’s natural.”

The Taoists left, held up flashlights and torches and looked around in the yard. Ye Xian poked his head out of the tent: "Didn't the little Taoist priest say that everyone here is afraid of you? Why is that person so fierce?"

Yuan Shou turned around and hurriedly covered Ye Xian's mouth. Her lips were soft and tender, jumping under his palm. Yuan Shou's heart moved and let go of his hand. The palm of his hand was wet, and he didn't want to wipe it off.

"I'm afraid I can't leave anymore. They will definitely send extra people to watch the night and wait for the second half of the night."

Yuan Shou whispered.

Ye Xian nodded: "What's the secret of this Taoist temple? The Taoist priest also spoke strangely, could it be..." She glanced sideways, "You and I have a common purpose?" Yuan Shou did not answer, blew out the oil lamp, and the room was pitch black.

"You go to bed, I'll meditate, and there's no one outside telling you in the middle of the night."

"What is the grudge between Yuan Qing and you Wudang Mountain? I don't believe that he has no other purpose for living nearby. Is it the fact that you were sent by Wudang Mountain to deal with him, and the Niutou Mountain Taoist Temple, which always gives people the feeling that he is rejected by him, is actually his supporter behind the scenes?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Miss."

Yuan Shou's voice was cold. In the darkness, Ye Xian couldn't see his expression clearly. He only saw a blurry shadow sitting cross-legged on the chair, and then he didn't say anything if he asked again.

Yuan Shou woke up, reached out to rub his eyes, looked at Chense as he looked through the curtains, and then got up and looked at the bed.

Ye Xian had left at some point, the quilt was rolled aside, and the pillow was thrown on the quilt. He looked at the lazy quilt and the pillow and suddenly remembered the proud expression of the woman. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly and reached for the pillow.

Yuan Shou pinched a long black hair from the edge of the pillow, with a little burnt edge, which was a trace of perming. He knew that the woman had perming her hair. She hid the permed hair with a wig, but he still saw the clue.

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Chapter completed!