Chapter 97

At the hour of Hai.

A silver moon rose above the branches.

Luo Qingzhou practiced his inner strength on the bed for a while.

It seemed that the time was almost right, so he sat cross-legged and entered into a state of meditation, and his spirit left his body.

He practiced the Thunder Fist in the room for half an hour.

Then he flew through the roof, floated into the air, and flew towards the Yuanyang Tower.

Something happened last night, and the spirit senior seemed a little unhappy.

Let's talk more tonight.

There was no wind or snow tonight, and the moon was bright.

It was a good night for telling stories.

When Luo Qingzhou flew to the Yuanyang Tower, the moon-white figure was already standing on the eaves.

It seemed to be waiting for him.

The red round bead on the roof had been covered by the snow-white handkerchief in advance.

Luo Qingzhou floated over and landed behind her, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Senior, I've kept you waiting for a long time."

The moon-white figure looked at him, was silent for a while, and said in a vague voice: "Is there anyone waiting at home tonight?"

Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, bowed his head and said: "Yes, but I can go back later tonight."

The moon-white figure looked at him through the hazy light: "Oh? Why?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "My wife has fallen asleep, and I don't need her to accompany her."

The moon-white figure was hidden in the halo, and the expression on her face could not be seen clearly, but she could only feel that she was looking at him.

There was another silence for a moment.

She said: "Go ahead, start from the beginning."

Start from the beginning again?

Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment and said: "Senior, if you want to write it down, how about I write it down for you on paper tomorrow night?"

He really didn't want to be a repeater anymore.

When he was a human being during the day, he was treated as a repeater, and he had to go there after reading here.

Now I am a soul at night, and I am used as a repeater, repeating the same thing every night.

I can't bear it.

"No, you read it."

The moon-white figure rejected his proposal.

Luo Qingzhou sighed secretly, and dared not say anything more, so he had to read it again.

"Before the chaos, the world was in chaos, and no one could see it. Since Pangu broke through the chaos, the world has been clear and turbid..."

The moon-white figure looked solemn, holding his breath and listening attentively, with a moon-like light on his body, flickering slightly, like a bright lamp in the attic.

But it is hard to see with the naked eye.

When it came to the story of the stone monkey sailing across the ocean and preparing to learn from a master, Luo Qingzhou started from the beginning and repeated it three times in a row.

After finishing the fourth time, he finally couldn't help but say goodbye: "Senior, it's getting late, I have to go home."

The moon-white figure stood on the eaves, and after a long silence, he looked at him and said: "Tell it again."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

The roof suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke.

"Swish!"

At this moment, the handkerchief covering the red round bead on the roof suddenly floated up.

Then, a red light suddenly shot out from the red round bead, instantly covering Luo Qingzhou!

A sharp pain suddenly hit!

Luo Qingzhou was caught off guard, his soul suddenly froze, locked in place, and then trembled violently, and cracks began to appear.

Waves of severe pain from tearing the body continued to come from every part of the soul!

His eyes began to darken, he wanted to speak, wanted to reach out, but he couldn't do anything.

He looked at the moon-white figure on the eaves.

The moon-white figure also looked at him, and the eyes hidden in the halo were cold and indifferent, and seemed to turn a blind eye to his pain and despair.

Luo Qingzhou's whole body began to fall apart.

The head, limbs, and torso began to split...

A breath of death enveloped his entire soul.

Is his soul going to fly away?

He thought desperately of the little girl in the room, and the pretty girl who always held flowers and was kissed by him...

For some reason, he thought of the arrogant and cold girl again...

His vision began to blur.

Consciousness began to fade...

But at this moment, the snow-white handkerchief floating in the air suddenly fell down again, covering the red round bead.

The red light disappeared instantly.

The severe pain began to ease.

The fragmented body began to condense together again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

More than ten minutes later, his soul became a whole again.

But the body still felt a tearing pain.

The originally solid soul has now become a little weak.

He looked at the moon-white figure on the eaves and said nothing.

The moon-white figure also looked at him, silent.

The night was silent.

There was not even the sound of the wind.

In the attic, two souls faced each other in silence.

For a long time.

The moon-white figure spoke lightly, still the same four words: "Say it again."

Luo Qingzhou was silent.

The roof was quiet for a long time again.

When Luo Qingzhou thought that the snow-white handkerchief would fly again and he might be scared to death, the moon-white figure spoke again: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Luo Qingzhou was silent for a while and said: "Afraid."

The moon-white figure said: "Then why don't you listen to me?"

Luo Qingzhou was silent again.

"Dignity? Face? Or what?"

Luo Qingzhou was still silent.

The moon-white figure stared at him for a moment, and then slowly said: "You think I was punishing you just now, right?"

Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled, and suddenly thought of the words recorded in the book in his mind.

In addition to being exposed to wind and rain, wandering around, and experiencing the scenery of the night, the night tour training also has a shortcut, which is the shattering of the soul and the training of life and death.

The moon-white figure spoke again: "You are now in the night-traveling realm. If you want to advance to the day-traveling realm, it will take at least several months according to your current cultivation method. But if you use this tower-guarding bead to help, five days will be enough. Of course, the premise is that I am by your side. I never owe anyone anything. You tell me stories and I help you practice."

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he suddenly thought of the night when he was almost torn apart by the tower-guarding bead. Now his soul is indeed much stronger. He suddenly realized and bowed his head: "Thank you, senior. I misunderstood you."

It seems that his flattery these past few nights has not been in vain.

The senior who refused to guide him at the beginning finally began to give in, and personally helped him practice and advance.

The moon-white figure was silent for a while, and then said: "Can you tell it again?"

Luo Qingzhou immediately bowed his hands and said: "Of course."

It's a repeater.

As long as it can help him practice, he can repeat it for 24 hours without charging, without stopping.

"Go ahead."

"Yes, senior."

Luo Qingzhou cheered up and told it again carefully.

After the last time, the white figure fell silent, motionless, as if recalling something.

After a while.

She slowly said: "Go back."

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and was about to say goodbye, she suddenly looked at him and said: "You practiced the soul, did you hide it from your wife?"

Luo Qingzhou was stunned and said respectfully: "Yes."

The white figure was silent for a while and asked: "Why?"

Luo Qingzhou said casually: "It doesn't matter whether you tell her or not, she won't care."

The white figure stopped talking.

"Senior, then I'll go?"

Luo Qingzhou bowed.

The white figure turned his face away and looked at the dark night in the distance.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to disturb her again, floated from the roof and left quickly.

The white figure turned around and watched him disappear into the night. After watching for a long time, he also disappeared.

When Luo Qingzhou returned to the house, it was already early morning.

Xiaodie had knocked on the door twice.

But she didn't dare to enter the house.

The third time, she finally heard his answer: "Come in."

The little girl pushed the door open, lowered her head, and walked into the house with a red face.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and was stunned.

The little girl had long hair and wore a pink gauze skirt. It seemed that she didn't even wear a bellyband or underwear. Her snow-white skin was faintly visible in the transparent dress...

"Sir, this is... Sister Xiaotao, the clothes she gave to me..."

The little girl got on the bed and got into the quilt, her cheek against his chest, and whispered shyly.

"Um...why don't you wear anything underneath?"

"Sister Xiaotao said...you don't need to wear anything..."

"Do you listen to the master or her?"

"Ah? I...I listen to the master..."

"Then put it on. Who would sleep without underwear?"

"Master..."

"Hurry up and put it on."

"Snurl...snurl..."

"??? Xiaodie?"

"Snurl...snurl..."

"..."

The next day.

After Luo Qingzhou got up, he felt refreshed and energetic.

It seems that the soul training last night was indeed very effective.

After Xiaodie got up, she went out to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth.

When Luo Qingzhou watched her brushing her teeth, the little girl's face suddenly turned red. She turned away and said shyly: "Sir, last night...did I serve you comfortably last night?"

Luo Qingzhou nodded: "Yes. But no next time, I said I'll wait for another year."

The little girl turned her back to him and said with a red face: "But sir, I didn't...didn't do that, I just...just did that..."

"What?"

"I...I just touched you."

"..."

After breakfast.

Luo Qingzhou went out alone and went to the Treasure Pavilion.

Just after crossing the arch bridge and preparing to get off the bridge, he suddenly heard a quarrel coming from the river under the bridge.

One of the voices sounded very familiar.

He walked to the bridge railing and looked down.

A graceful young woman, with her legs crossed, was arguing with an auntie who was washing clothes on the steps by the river.

And next to the young woman stood a little girl in a red skirt.

The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, petite, cute, with big, watery eyes, lively and cute, and was trying to persuade the young woman anxiously.

There were other people washing clothes by the river. After watching the excitement for a while, they all gathered around with clubs and hammers, accusing and insulting the young woman together.

The young woman was a little scared when she saw that the other party had more people and weapons in their hands, but she was still full of momentum. She pulled the little girl beside her back and continued to scold her tit-for-tat.

"Little slut, you still dare to scold! Tear her clothes and throw her into the river!"

The burly aunt who was scolding the young woman shouted angrily and grabbed the young woman's collar.

The little girl in the red skirt cried anxiously and begged those people loudly.

Luo Qingzhou frowned and walked over quickly.

Why are they here?

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