"Chang Xun, is it you causing trouble?" Yun Ziliang felt the evil wind was off and asked Li Changxun.
Li Changxun was savoring the warmth of rice wine and was a bit stunned by Yun Ziliang’s abrupt question.
"What?"
"Why is there a sinister wind in this shop? Are you controlling the wind?"
"Grand Master, you’re just talking nonsense. The door isn’t tightly closed, letting the wind in, and you want to take the bla." Li Changxun mumbled, and added, "Besides, it might be Hua Zi’s dead people coming back to life, bringing the evil wind from East Market Street and then blowing it into the shop."
The night was already unusual. Yun Ziliang pondered Li Changxun’s words and felt there was no problem, so he simply stopped talking and continued drinking.
The pendulum was still swinging. After 20 minutes and several cups of rice wine, Zhao Wuya, who was sitting facing the shop door, noticed a virtual shadow at the doorway.
"Huh?"
Zhao Wuya rubbed his eyes, surprised, and looked at the entrance, saying, "It’s strange, Mu Hua has co back to life and reincarnated; he should have been sent by Heaven and Earth to Sister Cui’s eatery. Why is he in our shop?"
"..." Yun Ziliang, after hearing Zhao Wuya’s inexplicable statent, turned to look and saw the virtual shadow sitting at the doorway. But he recognized it in one glance and imdiately cursed Zhao Wuya.
"Ya Zi, what kind of eyes do you have? That’s not Hua Zi, that’s Xuan Zi."
"Brother Xuan?"
Zhao Wuya left the table and approached the virtual shadow, examining it but still unable to tell, asking Yun Ziliang, "Grand Master, Mu Hua and Brother Xuan look exactly alike, and this is just a shadow. How can you be so sure he is Brother Xuan?"
"Can you observe life?"
Yun Ziliang, after taking a sip of wine, said, "Mu Hua ca from a bad background and has a slight sense of inferiority. So he always slouches a bit,
Xuan Zi, this kid, does everything with confidence and assertiveness, so his posture is very straight. I, Lao Yun, can tell the difference with just one look."
With Yun Ziliang’s guidance, Zhao Wuya examined it more closely and found it really was as Yun said.
"Didn’t see that coming, Grand Master, you have so inner insight? You haven’t been shy about learning Brother Xuan’s keen sense."
"Stop blabbering, co over and drink." Yun Ziliang waved him over.
Zhao Wuya asked, "Are you not concerned about Brother Xuan? He’s sitting there at the door."
"What are you worrying about him for? He’s now fragrance from an alchemist and fragrance from a swordman, full of divine skill. Right now, who knows what tricks he’s practicing, why bother?"
With Yun Ziliang’s shout, Zhao Wuya thought it made sense too, and returned to his seat to continue drinking heavily, even playing dice and ordering.
anwhile, Zhou Xuan’s virtual shadow was slowly becoming solid.
When his body’s outline no longer showed any signs of becoming insubstantial, Zhou Xuan felt dizzy, ntally confused.
But he let out a "oh" and lay on the spot, his back drenched in cold sweat, his body freezing.
"Whoa, why did Xuan Zi lie down?"
Yun Ziliang claid to be drinking and ordering, but his attention was also divided towards Zhou Xuan. Seeing Zhou Xuan lay down, he hurried Zhao Wuya to fetch a thin blanket.
With the blanket covering him, the icy cold feeling on Zhou Xuan’s skin diminished considerably.
Zhao Wuya babbled beside him, "Brother Xuan, did you practice so evil skill, suffering from imminent madness? I heard others say that impending madness often leads to losing a man’s vigor, and you’ll no longer be able to woo girls ever again."
Zhou Xuan had just recovered from the strange "Mistaken Dreams," his body quite stiff, unable to make large movents, so he could only beckon Zhao Wuya over with a finger.
Zhao Wuya saw him gesture and leaned his face over. Once closer, Zhou Xuan flicked his forehead and gave a short reprimand: "You really can’t keep your mouth shut."
"If he can still curse and hit soone, Grand Master, Brother Xuan is fine." Zhao Wuya said happily.
"There’s definitely no big issue."
Yun Ziliang poured hot water from a warm bottle, mixed in so cold boiled water, and then helped Zhou Xuan sip it.
After drinking the water, Zhou Xuan’s body recovered considerably; he could finally manage to pull on the blanket himself and said, "Lao Yun, Mountain Ancestor, Ya Zi, are we all on the sa side?"
"Of course we are."
Zhao Wuya replied first.
Li Changxun and Yun Ziliang quickly nodded too.
No one else dared say, but the three of them had life-and-death friendships with Zhou Xuan, how could they be outsiders?
Zhou Xuan then said, "I’m taking you to a place, and you should help make a decision."
"Let’s go, I’m quite bored anyway." Li Changxun said openly.
Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya naturally wouldn’t oppose.
Zhou Xuan nodded, his Heart Spirit connecting with the stone temple in the Secret Realm, then waved his right hand, and a small temple appeared in Jingyi Shop.
With the temple door open, Yun, Zhao, Zhou, and Li were ushered into the temple.
Then the stone temple kept sinking, ensuring no one could eavesdrop on everything inside.
To be fair, when the temple ushered everyone in, there was no light inside; looking from the outside, it was absolute darkness,
but once everyone entered the temple, several torches simultaneously ignited.
Everyone imdiately saw there was still a child inside the temple, quietly reciting scriptures.
Li Changxun’s vision was quickest, with just one glance, he recognized and exclaid in surprise, "Isn’t this the Dan Demon? The Dan Demon didn’t die?"
"I am Danzi, not Dan Demon."
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