Although Yin Xiu had repeatedly requested and given a sum of money to stay in a hotel outside, Fang Yin still did not give up.
In other words, because she is used to tracking the seemingly illusory hope, her mental endurance and initiative are extremely strong.
Even if Yin Xiu said "no" and "no" several times.
After Yin Xiu left the residence, Fang Yin opened his door with a hairpin.
After the last battle with the Iron Heart Sect, this old house was completely reduced to briquettes. The obviously different colors of wall paint on the walls and the replacement of all new furniture proved the brutality of that battle.
Yin Xiu thought about changing places, but later gave up.
First, it is troublesome to change residences frequently. No matter how kind the landlady is, Yin Xiu does not have that kind of energy.
Second, if those enemies really came to visit her, it wouldn't take much effort. They seemed to find Yin Xiu wherever she lived, so there was no point in moving to another place.
After all, it's not convenient for enemies to come and die.
After Fang Yin entered the house, he was not in a hurry to observe or move around the house.
Because she didn't enter the room with the purpose of spying or investigating.
Fang Yin's purpose of coming here is very simple, not even to get to know Yin Xiu better, but just to smell him.
During this underground operation, Yin Xiu refused to accompany her on the grounds that it was not safe.
So it's not safe for her to go, but it's safe for Ma Xiaoyu to go?
"What's so good about that woman? There's an air of coldness all over her body." Fang Yin was puzzled.
After taking a bath with Yin Xiu's towel in the bathroom, she walked out naked.
Fang Yin climbed onto Yin Xiu's bed as a few drops of unwiped water dripped down his back from his heels.
"This bed is too big for one person, but if two people hug each other, it's just right."
She lay comfortably on her side while hugging the sheets that had never been washed or exposed to the sun since she bought them. They would be thrown away if they got dirty.
Fang Yin held it between his legs, buried his head in the sheets, and greedily sucked in all the flavors in it.
Cotton wool, moisture, a faint musty smell, the smell of soju, and the faint smell of sweat.
These all come from and belong to Yin Xiu, and are his personal symbols.
These symbols are not available to others, and even if they are slightly similar, they are of a completely different level.
Young, handsome, strong, with some humor, but often as cold as a knife, making people afraid to touch him.
Fang Yin's free fingers, shiny fingertips, rapid breathing and rosy skin all reflected Yin Xiu's fatal attraction to her.
"Ah, Yin Xiu~"
Fang Yin murmured and buried his entire face deeply into the quilt, preparing for the feeling that was about to hit him.
At this moment, a trace of a woman's scent appeared in her keen sense of smell.
It is a light fragrance, not kitsch, but it has a vague attraction, like orchids blooming quietly in the valley. As long as you get closer and smell it, you will be attracted
Fang Yin clearly felt something was wrong. Just when he was about to raise his head, he felt a sharp pain on his scalp.
Ma Xiaoyu grabbed her hair and threw her heavily to the floor.
"What are you crazy about!"
Fang Yin shouted angrily, stood up and was about to pounce on Ma Xiaoyu, who was wearing windbreaker and long boots, with a cold face.
But as soon as she got up, Ma Xiaoyu punched her in the abdomen again.
Fang Yin spat out a mouthful of sour water and huddled on the floor in pain, just lying there gasping for air.
After a while, she recovered and moved her eyes upward.
Looking up from the exquisite Martin boots, you can see the snow-white and strong long legs without a trace of fat, then the close-fitting skirt, and then again.
"Black, so sexy, is not what a Taoist nun should wear." Fang Yin sneered.
What responded to her was Ma Xiaoyu's boots, which hit Fang Yin's face hard, forcing her eyes to the floor, unable to move at all.
"Damn it, no one has ever dealt with me like this even when I was playing games." Fang Yin protested.
"Really? Then there is it now."
Ma Xiaoyu put a little more force on her feet until there was a faint, sore sound from Fang Yin's chin.
Fang Yin waved his hands repeatedly in fear and made indistinct mutterings, seemingly begging for mercy.
It was only then that Ma Xiaoyu seemed to have finally calmed down her anger and raised her boots slightly to prevent Fang Yin from dislocating his jaw.
"What's going on?" Fang Yin wailed.
Ma Xiaoyu didn't answer and seemed not to hear Fang Yin's question at all.
Ma Xiaoyu said nothing, so Fang Yin could only make his own guesses. "Stealing your man? Yin Xiu? I really have nothing to do with him. Even if I take off my clothes and show him, he doesn't even want to take a look. Oh, please be gentle!"
"Going astray? Impossible. I drew that topographic map clearly. There is no way the boatman doesn't know about it."
"Being plotted by those Qi Refiners? You can't blame me for that. Although I have studied them for a long time, they are so weird. How do I know what else they have hidden behind them?"
When Fang Yin couldn't think of any other questions and even thought that Ma Xiaoyu was in a bad mood because of her menstrual period, Ma Xiaoyu finally spoke.
"Do you know my mother?"
Fang Yin blinked, "I know, of course I know. I have said before that I am an expert on these Qi Refiners."
"Stop talking nonsense, talk." Ma Xiaoyu raised her toes.
Normally, Fang Yin would have turned against Ma Xiaoyu after being threatened like this, but she really couldn't defeat Ma Xiaoyu at the moment, so she could only cooperate as much as possible and suppress her anger.
"My mother is the so-called god that those Qi Refiners believe in. Not to mention others, even those Qi Refiners themselves have probably never seen what my mother looks like or exists."
After a pause, feeling that Ma Xiaoyu was still dissatisfied, Fang Yin started to add more.
"Although I have never met Old Mother before, perhaps I know its origins best in this world, and I even know its details better than the elders in Qi Refiner.
According to my research, the old mother should be an indigenous deity in the Southwest and Cochin area. It should be a very small belief, only spread among a few villages and tribes.
Believers use human animals to sacrifice to it, and when no one is around, they use living animals such as black goats. Anyway, it likes to eat blood, especially living animals.
Its correct name should be Nuo Mu, which means the woman who practices all kinds of witchcraft.
Later, a Taoist priest spread the belief about Lao Mu to Hong Kong Island, and somehow it was taken underground. From then on, the Qigong practitioners built a shrine underground to worship her.
This is the origin of my mother. I heard that you grew up in Malaysia. There should be many weird gods in South Asia. Let me ask you, have you seen similar gods or beliefs before? ”
"I'm asking you now!"
Ma Xiaoyu turned Fang Yin's head to the side again, not wanting to meet her eyes.
Fang Yin let out a long sigh and thought about how the two people's personalities were so similar. Even if they were asking for directions, they would have to do a half-bow. These two people were obviously asking for directions, but their posture was like they were trying to pin the locals against the wall. .
After a moment of silence, Fang Yin said: "I've finished speaking. As for the rest, I don't know even if you step my head into the floor."
Ma Xiaoyu clasped her hands on her chest and said nothing.
Of course she knew that Fang Yin most likely didn't hide anything. Even if she concealed something, it wouldn't be important.
After all, Ma Xiaoyu and Yin Xiu don't really care about what the old mother is.
No matter if she is a good or evil god, or some kind of monster, just talk if you can. It is best if everyone is in harmony.
Otherwise, she can just walk away if something happens. If she really gets angry, cutting down mountains and destroying temples is not an unfamiliar business for Maoshan Taoist priests.
Therefore, if Ma Xiaoyu knew the origin of his mother, he would just know it. If he didn't know, he would just treat it as if he didn't know. It didn't matter.
As for her second question, this was what Ma Xiaoyu wanted to know.
"You and those Qi refiners have mentioned Kunlun. Let me ask you, is Kunlun a code name or a referring name?"
"What do you mean?"
Fang Yin was puzzled. To her, Kunlun was the fairy mountain, and the fairy mountain was Kunlun.
It only refers to this, which is the name of the mountain where the legendary immortals live. Other than that, it has no other meaning or reference.
In some years, something called Kunlun Pill was sold on the street. In fact, it was just a small snack with some flavor that you could buy a bottle for a few cents.
There are also some people who draw comics and write novels, hoping to increase their sales through fairy tale themes such as "Kunlun".
But today's young people are not interested in things that have a strong sense of history and are mysterious. They only read comic strips such as "Water Tiger", and gradually Kunlun is no longer mentioned on the street. .
Ma Xiaoyu asked her what the code name or nickname of Kunlun was, but Fang Yin was immediately confused.
Kunlun is Kunlun, and the fairy mountain is the fairy mountain. Is there any other meaning besides this? Fang Yin was in a daze.
Seeing her doubts, Ma Xiaoyu added: "For example, the Kunlun you and the Qi Masters talk about are actually different concepts?
For example, to you, Kunlun is a fairy mountain, but to them, Kunlun is not only a fairy mountain, but also a pronoun and code for launching some kind of illusion or soul attack? ”
Ma Xiaoyu asked, one hand hidden in his sleeve already holding a purifying talisman to prevent himself from falling into some kind of illusion attack.
Fang Yin rolled his eyes and finally said seriously: "What on earth do you mean? I have never heard of such a theory. Can people fall under the spell of illusion just by saying a word?"
Ma Xiaoyu nodded and said coldly: "I didn't think about this level originally, but if I don't think about it, then I can't understand why Yin Xiu fell into a long-term coma after saying this word. ”
"What?"
Fang Yin's eyes widened, "Yin Xiu is unconscious? When did it happen?" (End of Chapter)