After Rebirth, I returned to Miaojiang to inherit my family business

"morning."

"morning."

It was just after five o'clock, during the morning exercise, Fu Qing naturally woke up. When he just opened his eyes, the bright orange-red flames had not yet left, like the morning glow reflected on the irises. When the eyes were fully opened, they returned to their former indifference and darkness.

No, it's not quite the same as the old days.

Wu Rong's face was reflected in Fu Qing's pupils. Wu Rong seemed to be staring at him thinking about something, unexpectedly Fu Qing would wake up at this moment, the two looked at each other without paying attention.

"Thank you for last night."

Fu Qing nodded, his tone and demeanor remained the same as usual, which also made the slightly guilty Wu Rong relax, and replied dryly: "En."

Sunlight shone in from the window, reflecting on Fu Qingbing's snow-carved face. Even in the pajamas provided by the hotel, with disheveled hair, Fu Qing still exudes abstinence and coldness from the bottom of his bones, just like in the book, "The mountain of Miaogushe is home to gods and men, and the skin is like ice and snow, and it is as graceful as a virgin." ', so that people can't even think of blasphemy.

But in Wu Rong's mind, he always recalled those scenes in the middle of the night last night, Fu Qing's dazed and moist pupils, the blush at the end of his eyes, and his focused dark eyes—Wu Rong had long planned to pretend that nothing happened and it was normal Who knew that all the classic scenes from last night were recorded by the Gu species!

When Fu Qing got up, he paused slightly, and Wu Rong felt a slight pulling sensation under his arm, and after a closer look, he realized that it was Fu Qing's hair that was entangled in his hand. Wu Rong still remembers how it got entangled—shortly after going to bed last night, Fu Qing insisted on leaning over to hug him, but was pushed away by Wu Rong and kept rubbing against him. hand.

As if being scalded, Wu Rong quickly untied her hair three or two times, and jumped off the bed. While sternly scolding the Gu species in her heart, Wu Rong subconsciously looked away from Fu Qingyantong when she faced Fu Qingyantong, avoiding to meet his gaze.

"How do you feel now."

"it is good."

After Fu Xingxing woke up, his speech seemed to be more succinct, and his eyes looking at Wu Rong were darker than usual, but Wu Rong didn't notice it.

When Fu Qing finally went to take a shower, Wu Rong realized that he had been holding his breath just now, and now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Wu Rong was absent-mindedly listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and subconsciously rubbed his fingertips.

Fu Qing's hair was wrapped there just now, and the hair of the big ghost was also wrapped around the crevice of the Tiankeng.

When Wu Rong got up early, she almost asked Fu Qingzhi if she knew who her father was, or her grandfather. If it was someone from Aunt Wu Rong's generation, then it should be Fu Qing's grandfather. Dad is not out of the question.

The big ghost does look a bit like Fu Qing with his hair loose, or Fu Qing looks like a big ghost. Judging from the appearance alone, the big ghost is older than Fu Qing, and his aura is also more terrifying. It's just that people will always be attracted by the big ghost's closed facial features at first glance, and his cold and handsome face is the second.

Does anyone pay attention to whether ghosts look good or not?

Except for the freak Wu Rong.

The more Wu Rong thought about it, the more he felt that they must be related. The beauty and ugliness of ordinary people could not catch Wu Rong's eyes. Up to now, only one big ghost and Fu Qing had left a deep impression on him with his appearance and temperament. They all have a lot to do with the Fu family.

Could it be that the Fu family all grew up following his aesthetics?

"I'm ready."

The sound of water stopped, and Fu Qing walked out of the bathroom wrapped in cold steam, paused, and walked straight to Wu Rong. After what happened last night, Wu Rong subconsciously leaned back, showing a subtle hint of dodge. But every time he dodges, Fu Qing will advance by one point. After waking up, Daoist Fu went his own way again, far less obedient than last night.

Hold.

Wu Rong, who found that his thinking was going astray again, sharpened his eyes, and coldly planted an ultimatum to the troublesome Gu.

"You are contaminated with my yang energy, and the extremely yin thing will be excited because of its restlessness."

Hearing Fu Qing's straightforward words made Wu Rong's ears feel hot. It was obviously a calm tone and a cold demeanor, but it was the calmness and straightforwardness that made people tremble even more.

"...I'm going to take a shower."

There was no change of clothes for him here, so Wu Rong called Bai Gu and the others to bring them over, took the clean towel from Fu Qing, and went into the bathroom with a straight face.

What Fu Qing said just now seems to have found a reason for the Gu species that kept making trouble, but Wu Rong still didn't understand, and he didn't do anything yesterday, how could he have Fu Qing's yang energy on him?

Wu Rong stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror, and Fu Qingxi took a cold shower again, so there was no mist on the mirror. Compared with his previous life, Wu Rong has just passed his eighteenth birthday, so he is considered a teenager. It may be due to the recovery of the Gu species, the muscles on his body are not obvious, his shoulders are broad and his waist is thin, he is more like a streamlined figure trained in swimming, his skin is glowing with a cold white luster, and when the fine water mist hits him, he looks more like a jade carving. No blemishes.

Wu Rong couldn't see any difference in himself. After thinking for a while, he closed his right eye and only opened his left eye with ghost pupil.

Wu Rong: …

The sight in the ghost's eyes made Wu Rong froze in place in shock.

I saw scattered golden light spots floating in the bathroom, like little suns. Ghost eyes can see the essence through the appearance of things. After opening the ghost eyes, Wu Rong can easily distinguish between yin and yang.

But the yang energy of ordinary people is only three fires on the body, how can there be so much yang energy like Fu Qing that overflows!

Thinking of the entanglement of yang and yin that he felt last night, Wu Rong's expression froze, and he looked down at himself.

…

There was a long silence.

Wu Rong found that his whole body was glowing with a faint golden light, and there were traces of yang energy everywhere!

He never thought that this thing could still be seen by ghost eyes. If Fu Qing hadn't reminded him, he would just go out on the street like this, wouldn't this be, wouldn't this be the same as streaking!

It's more social death than streaking!

With a stern face, Wu Rong turned all the showers to the cold direction, opened it to the maximum, and started to take a bath with a deadpan face.

The bath lasted more than half an hour. Wu Rong had never bathed for such a long time. The water was negative, but the yang energy seemed to stick to Wu Rong's body. It was very troublesome to clean up, and it was everywhere. Wu Rong rubbed and scrubbed for a long time with his ghost eyes open, and finally washed away most of the yang energy with the left arm of the big ghost with more yin qi.

When she turned off the shower at the end of the bath, Wu Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and went out in clean pajamas from the hotel.

As soon as they arrived at the living room, they saw Bai Gu, Su Xiaomi and Huang Mao sitting obediently on one side of the sofa, and opposite Fu Qing who was wiping the mahogany sword. With the sense of the blood contract, Wu Rong knew that they had arrived ten minutes ago. Wu Rong, who originally wanted to ask Fu Qing if she had any relatives, temporarily stopped talking, but the timing was not good.

After all, it involves Fu Qing's family affairs and the big ghost, so let's wait until we are alone.

"Brother Rong, I brought your clothes!"

When Huang Mao saw him, it was as if the poor people saw the People's Liberation Army. He jumped to Wu Rong's side and said, "Zhou Jin called this morning and said that he could take us to the Stone Gambling Conference in advance. You can't get through on your mobile phone." , and just called me.”

"Um."

Wu Rong responded, changed his clothes and came out. When he passed by Fu Qing, he glanced and saw the mahogany sword that he hadn't taken back yet.

"crack?"

The Big Dipper is engraved on the light red wooden sword, and there is a very eye-catching crack in the center of the line connecting the seven stars. Wu Rong leaned over to look at it. He didn't know much about the mahogany sword, he just felt that the 'momentum' of this wooden sword was much weaker after adding that crack.

"Lightning strikes Taomu once, I can't stand my current Zhengyang fire."

Fu Qing's expression didn't change much, and he put away the wooden sword.

"Let's go."

There are still two days before the official opening of the Stone Gambling Conference, but now those who have been specially invited by the Zhou family and have the privilege of enjoying the stones in advance, Wu Rong and others arrived at the site of the Stone Gambling Conference at 7 o'clock. Large and small stones are divided into three factory areas. It's hard to imagine that the rich and powerful Zhou's family held a stone gambling meeting in a semi-open-air place that looks a little crude, but stones like jadeite can only be selected under natural light.

"It's quite correct to say that the morning glow does not go out, and the evening glow travels thousands of miles."

Huang Mao held the little weasel in one hand, and shook his slightly wet jacket with his empty hand. Just as he left Fu Qing's place, the sky that was originally clear was overcast, and it began to rain lightly. The rain was not considered dense, and several people did not have big umbrellas. They confirmed their identities with the staff and exchanged them for entry cards.

Originally, Wu Rong was not qualified to come in now, and had to wait two days for the official start of the conference. But the staff smiled and were polite, showing respectfully that Wu Rong, as a friend of Mr. Zhou and a distinguished guest of the Zhou family, would naturally be treated better.

Wu Rong, Bai Gu and the others got not only an entry card, but also a concert ticket.

"Tianwang Zhou is going to hold a concert in Jieyang? Why didn't this matter make headlines?"

Several inspections are required to enter the venue, and the yellow-haired people are bored looking at the black-bottomed and silver-edged tickets, which are quite elegant and exquisite.

"Hey, cousin, why don't you talk today."

Abnormally silent and distracted, Bai Gu walked along the inspection team like a ghost, as if he didn't hear Huang Mao's words at all, and looked at Wu Rong Fu Qing who entered the venue not far away with a complicated expression from time to time.

The neglected Huang Mao was dissatisfied and said "Hey", excitedly going up to pat Bai Gu on the shoulder, but was quickly grabbed by Su Xiaomi: "Private concert, this is a private concert. It is specially prepared for the ghost breeders and the others." Kind of."

"The longer the ghost is raised, the easier it is to backfire. If you want to calm down, just listening to music on the Internet won't work. It's better to listen to the scene."

Su Xiaomi has followed the mobile ghost market to many safe areas, and has been among all kinds of ghost breeders since she was a child. She knows these things better than Huang Mao, who has become a monk halfway.

"Zhou Tianwang is an A-level singer at a young age. He can perfectly calm the backlash of evil spirits and appease fierce ghosts. This is an incredible talent, no less than that of Queen Tian. To be honest, Zhou Xinhong's fortune can be so great for the Zhou family's prestige. There was a wife who sang before, and a son who sang after getting rich.

After all, the desire to survive is a biological instinct of human beings, and those spiritual objects that can calm backlashes on the market are far more expensive than those that summon ghosts. As for singers and psychics, people with the ability to quell backlashes are more likely than ordinary ghost raisers to recruit subordinates and form organizations.

"Hiss... Backlash."

Hearing this, a look of worry flashed across Huang Mao's face, and he lowered his voice: "The one raised by Brother Rong, if there is a backlash, can Zhou Tianwang suppress it?"

hanging.

Up to now, Su Xiaomi can't see what level the blood-clothed ghost is. If his brother's strength rises to the peak after he unblocks, he will be almost one level stronger than Li Gui. But the **** evil spirit of the blood-clothed ghost is so strong...

Su Xiaomi shivered, not daring to think any further, comforted Huang Mao, and at the same time comforted herself: "With Daoist Fu here, nothing will happen."

"Right."

Thinking of the day when Huang Mao fought against the vortex of the dark wind and the raging flames that burned the sky, Huang Mao felt relieved. Pass the inspection with Su Xiaomi and enter the conference site. At this time, Wu Rong Fu Qing, who was waiting at the entrance, also met an acquaintance.

"Amitabha, Master Wu, Daoist Fu, long time no see."

Hui Xin, who was wearing a gray monk's robe, folded her palms together and saluted solemnly. The little monk looked around, and said to Wu Rong seriously: "Benefactor Wu, Master asked me to send me a page of Buddhist scriptures that he copied by himself, which is very useful in taming the orb of eliminating filth. Please come with me, benefactor."

Seeing Huixin's slightly anxious expression, Wu Rong knew that it was probably related to the knee bone bell found on Bijia Mountain. He responded directly and hugged the little weasel from Huangmao. When Wu Rong turned around, his back was facing Hui Xin, only to hear the little monk bewildered.

"Wu Shizhu, what is that on the back of your neck?"