The ancient city is so good that it is cool all year round, but never the biting cold.

In this season, most of the north may still be cold and rainy and snowy, but here, the farmlands are bright and willow branches turn green. Going north, the Shangri-La prairie is like a huge canvas spread out, dipping into different thick ink and heavy colors every day.

Mu Dai would take Cao Yanhua to Luo Ren's house to "practice" almost every day. In her words, she said: she is spacious, quiet, and not afraid of stealing her master.

***

It was the early morning when Cao Yanhua waved a broom and swept the yard. Every time he started sweeping, he would scold Luo Ren in his heart: Is it great to be rich? The per capita housing area in China is only 20 to 30 square meters. Why do you live in a big house with three square meters and one screen wall with a yard?

You should know that Master Mu Dai’s orders are: Scan, sweep, sweep, big houses, small houses, corners, and nowhere.

Sweat dripped from the forehead, got stuck in the eyes, and the pain in the ground. Cao Yanhua just blinked his eyes twice and was too lazy to reach out to wipe it.

You know, the lead blocks tied to his left and right arms must be twenty kilograms in total! Plus, the ones on his calf are carrying more than fifty kilograms. Not to mention sweeping the floor, it makes him tired even if he lie down.

But look at his little master's leisurely...

Cao Yanhua glanced at Mu Dai with a sour look. She laid a cushion on the steps, leaning against the gallery column to read the book, and putting a basin of washed blueberries on her hand. Sometimes she could reach out to touch one, and eat it in a regular manner. But she seemed to be angry with him on purpose. With a flash of her finger, the blueberries flew up one meter high. No matter which direction she fell, she didn't look away from the book, and she looked like eyes on her head. She moved her body and opened her mouth to catch it, and she didn't know how happy she was chewing.

Cao Yanhua felt sad and envious. How long does he have to sweep his life before he can sweep himself into a Shaolin Sweeping Monk.

I persisted for a while, but it was really impossible. My legs were trembling and my arms were shaking like the leaves of the Jingfeng tree: "My little master, I can't hold on anymore, really..."

Mu Dai's pretentious voice came: "Persevere, it's your own good."

In international competitions, the same heavyweight must be considered. Even if it is really "for his good", can you consider the fat man's ability to withstand it properly?

About five minutes later, Cao Yanhua's mind was buzzing and his eyes turned black. After trying his best, he waved a broom again, and then...

Mu Dai was light in shape, and the swallow rushed over like a water rushing. Before he fell to the ground, he reached out to grab his collar, successfully turning him into a sitting position. He took out a small spray bottle of a girl in toner like a trick, and sprayed Cao Yanhua's face...

I think the calmness and refreshing effect is good, because Cao Yanhua's little eyes suddenly opened and he stared blankly in front of him.

"Cao Pangpang, keep going. You are the first to practice. I will use my toner for you. Next time I will change the mustard juice."

"My little master, I really can't do it anymore. I need a rest..." Cao Yanhua's eyes were dull and he still stared at the front, "I just saw it... I had illusions in front of me..."

Kiyo bent down and tried to look forward from the perspective of Cao Yanhua's gaze: "What illusion has come out?"

There, the morning sunlight reflected, and the dust was slowly falling - it was the ashes swept from the broom before he fell.

Cao Yanhua described to her in a tone that was about to die: "Really... when the dust was at its peak, a group of villains suddenly seemed to form. The leader was riding something, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye..."

Kiyo smiled and his voice was very gentle: "Is that right?"

The next second I changed my face: "Write, weave it again! I will take a feather duster and smear the arches and flower teeth on the pillars in the corridor!"

It is said that one day he will be a teacher for life, so why did so many things happen in ancient times that deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors? Cao Yanhua couldn't figure it out before, but now he has some understanding.

***

When I returned to the bar, I just walked into the door and heard Uncle Zhang say 13,000.

"Why did you come back after a trip? You're so listless, you're like you've lost your soul all day long, and you don't even have some enthusiasm for work."

"Uncle, I have only a small salary, and I have to be motivated by work. Are you funny with me..."

Halfway through, when he saw Mu Dayi and Cao Yanhua come back, he immediately said something: "Besides, ask the little boss lady, I personally have been greatly stimulated when I go out with her this time, and my worldview is seriously subverted and it takes time to calm down."

He also "seriously subverted the worldview", Mu Dai sneered at it, and even Cao Yanhua accepted it calmly. Ten thousand thousand people, who deceived all over the country, pretended to be incompetent and incompetent.

Just as he was thinking about what to say to him, his cell phone rang. Mu Dayi looked at the caller ID and quickly picked it up: "Hey?"

Yi Wansan snorted in his nose, shrugged in disgust, and continued to wipe the cup with a white cloth, while whispering to Cao Yanhua with his mouth: Luo Ren called it.

Cao Yanhua handed him a look of understanding, and the two of them stood in their ears and listened to Mu Dai's speech.

Mu Daya was prepared for a long time, and she looked sideways, her voice quietly and quietly. After all, she just listened to "Yeah", "Okay", "It's okay". Just as Cao Yanhua and Yi Wansan were about to give up, her voice suddenly rose octave.

"Really? When?"

Hey, is there something wrong? Cao Yanhua and Ten Thousand Chung were excited again.

Muyo's face turned very depressed. He clenched his hands with his lowered hands and stomped his feet in regret. After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but sigh.

It must be that Luo Ren is not back, so it should be! Ten thousand three-hearted spirits were refreshed and asked her: "What's wrong?"

Mu Dai sat down at the table with his chin on the table and sighed like a □□: "Luo Ren said, I'll see the charlatan tonight."

Yi Wansan's hands trembled, and the goblet rolled on the bar with a bang. He quickly picked it up and looked around with guilt.

Only Uncle Zhang, who was passing by the door, glared at him angrily.

"I should have thought of it!" Mu Dai inserted his hands into his hair, as if he wanted to pull it down. "A charlatan is so interested in supernatural things, he must see the appearance of the fierce Jian with his own eyes. Of course, he would go to Luo Ren to find Luo Ren, I should have thought of it long ago."

Cao Yanhua sympathized with her: "Yes, Xianglin Sao, you are mourning and following changes."

Isn't he just a charlatan? He probably looks like a stick. I don't know why Kiyo is jealous of Luo Ren for meeting him. He has little experience.

Yi Wansan's tone was a little strange: "What's so good about it? I'll just rush over there. Isn't it enough to let Luo Ren take a photo?"

Kiyo glanced at him: "Of course it looks good. If it is not good, the charlatan is so busy, why should he rush over!"

"Luo Ren said, I borrowed the kind of camera you mentioned at first. After meeting the charlatan tonight, I will shoot continuously at high speed and then use a computer to superimpose the photos, so that I can get a very detailed picture."

At the end of the day, I never forget to step on one step: "It's much better than the dog-biting look you draw. Maybe you can find more clues from above."

Ten thousand San said nothing, busy wiping the cup, only I knew that his hands were trembling slightly, and he kept wiping the same position almost as if he was spasm.

It didn't matter, he comforted himself. Even if Luo Ren found another picture, they would never know what it was.

So, it doesn't matter.

But my thoughts floated away unconsciously, and I seemed to hear the familiar sound of the sea tide in my ears. The sun shone on the blue-gray eaves that the old patriarch described as "like birds, like leaves, like flying, like flying", and the thorns made people unable to open their eyes.

***

Mu Daye wanted to call several times, but was afraid of disturbing Luo Ren and Shenbang's business. He couldn't sit still all night and even when he got into bed, he tossed and turned.

Nearly twelve o'clock, Luo Ren's phone finally arrived.

Kiyo took it and asked again and again: "Have you seen it? What do you look like? Are you handsome? Are you very graceful? Have you taken photos for me?"

How did Luo Ren answer this?

I recall the way the charlatan carried a red, white and blue plastic bag in one hand and a KFC family bucket in the other hand, smiling and opening the car door in the car...

He was ambiguous: "It's quite special."

Mu Dai sighed like melancholy, and the melancholy of missing out on his face.

Suddenly I remembered something: "Where are the photos superimposed by the computer? Are there any?"

"I was about to tell you this."

The tone seemed wrong, and Kiyo subconsciously sat up from the bed: "What's wrong?"

"No matter I, the charlatan, or the high-speed camera I borrowed... I didn't see Mizuha."

***

The camera did not record any arc waterlines. At first, I thought the shutter was too fast, which led to too low light inlet, and I also imitated the method of shooting star tracks to extend the exposure time, but it still couldn't.

The charlatan said that maybe the light was too dark and could only be seen with the naked eye.

I don’t believe this. The lens is called the third eye of human beings, macro lenses, and ultra-telephoto lenses, which capture the secrets that many human eyes cannot see.

After turning off the lights and waiting for a long time, the basin of water was as quiet as if it was dead, and there was no trace of light arc.

Kimyo didn't understand: "That night, each of us saw it. Although we didn't know it was a painting, every ten seconds, there were always long or short arcs of light appearing."

Luo Ren sighed: "The same thing I said to the charlatan. I also said that it might be because the position of 13,000 was quite strange at that time. The charlatan surrounded the water basin, and I don't know how many positions he changed. His neck was twisted and almost broke, but he still didn't see anything."

Kiyo racked his brains and thought about all kinds of possibilities: "Is that evil Jian dead? You stabbed it with a knife that day. Wouldn't it be fine at that time and then the injury was severely damaged?"

Luo Ren was so amused that he took the knife on the table: "Mu Day, don't forget that the sage said that the prompt from Shuiying came from the Phoenix Luan Knot. If Shuiying suddenly disappeared, it shouldn't be that Fierce Jian died, but that the Phoenix Luan Knot was strangled to death by someone..."

Speaking of this, his heart suddenly stumbled, and his eyes slowly turned to the straight-blade steel knife.

Muyo seemed to feel something: "Luo Ren?"

Luo Ren did not answer. He held his breath and looked at the blade. The blade was polished and matte, but it could still blur the images around him.
Chapter completed!