Sister Feng raised her eyebrows: "Is there a club that long? Is it that strong? What nonsense!"

"Sister, everything I say is true!

If you don’t agree with my personal experience, have you seen what’s going on?”

Sister Feng was furious: "I can't see clearly in the rearview mirror. Do you still need me to take a closer look at the final outcome? I thought with my feet, it must be the girl who flew out. Who knew you were so useless!"

"Sister...it was all an accident! I am lucky enough to be sitting here right now. With such speed and force, I think I will be thrown to pieces."

"Oh - it's really good to be able to save your life!

Let’s find another chance!

No one can tell this, I will buy you a new motorcycle."

Sister Feng drove Axiang home. On the way, Axiang advised her to give up the plan, saying that this girl was very difficult to deal with... However, after he said so much, the chief helmsman of Ji'an City's Mingmen

Sister Feng, one of the assistants, only replied to him: Keeping this girl will be a problem for the future. She is very capable and good, but her background is not clear after all, and her future blessings and disasters are unknown!

In front of her subordinate A Xiang, Sister Feng said that she was selfless and that everything was done for the sake of the Life Keeper Organization. Only she knew that the oppressive feeling in her heart when she saw He Xiang would make her breathless.

"Oh... Dong bed, what do you think about this?" Wu, who was following He Xiang just now, was floating in the air, and almost had his bones blown away by the wind caused by Nian You's long leg kick.

Daozi, after finally floating safely, immediately asked Wang Xizhi beside him for advice.

"Guan Jia, let me ask you this, if that boy Nian You hadn't taken action just now, would you have saved her with just a finger?"

After hearing this, Wu Daozi waved the fly whisk in his hand with an excited expression: "Of course I will save her. This is the successor of the last divine power of the Cultural Saint Ruins we have chosen. Even if she is not the best candidate, she cannot die at the hands of darkness!"

Wang Xizhi straightened his messed up hair and clothes, and said with rare emotion: "Thank you for your love for the heir I found. This girl really made the right choice. She grew up slowly while stumbling.

.This child has too many invisible enemies, and the lurking enemies should not be underestimated. Take your time and watch!"

He Xiang was preoccupied with thinking about Hongxiang Tower and did not think about the scene just now. What is the truth?

He Xiang returned to the house and immediately rummaged through her schoolbag, but she could not find the copybook that first made her mind enter Hongxiang Tower, which was the one with Wang Xizhi's "Preface to Orchid Pavilion" printed on it.

"Ahem - old guy, look at the alley. What is she looking for while rummaging through boxes and cabinets?" Wu Daozi, who had been following her for a long time, always asked his old friend first when he couldn't figure out the situation.

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"It's okay if your eyes are not good, but your ears are getting old soon. Didn't you hear her muttering to herself that she was looking for that copybook?" Wang Xizhi, who was sitting on the fan's suitcase, complained that his ears were not working anymore either.

Wu Daozi's hands were careless, and he slapped Wang Xizhi with a whisk, just like an old couple who had lived together for sixty years, slapping them like a home-cooked meal, and complained about his wife:

"You old guy, you know that she is looking for a copybook, why don't you return it to her quickly? A few days ago, I saw you holding the copybook in your hand and scratching the whole body!"

This old guy is so angry. He never expected that this little girl is so important in his heart:

"Hey - you really do it, aren't you afraid that your rotten frame will fall apart?"

Wang Xizhi was whipped away by him.

After searching around He Xiang, there was really no place to look. When I turned around, I saw the ink calligraphy on the suitcase.

"Does this child need to practice calligraphy as soon as she enters the house? I don't know how much she likes calligraphy!"

...

The two old friends started a discussion around He Xiang.

He Xiang was indeed not here to practice calligraphy, New Year pictures, or New Year paintings. He Xiang went directly to bed with his copybook in hand, preparing to sleep comfortably on his pillow. In his dream, see you again at Hongxianglou!

Sure enough, I think about it every day and dream about it at night.

In the dream, He Xiang meets Hongxianglou again!

He Xiang went through all kinds of troubles and climbed to the entrance of Hongxiang Tower with great effort.

Ever since she became the Keeper of Life, this door would always open automatically at the sound of her voice, bringing with it a fragrant aroma.

She didn't have to smell it hard, the aroma had already penetrated her heart and spleen, making her feel refreshed!

She was so eager to unlock the secrets of the New Year pictures that she had no time to enjoy the fragrance and the beautiful scenery that had been added at some point.

In the past, there was only a bare building and evergreen pines and cypresses everywhere. However, with the improvement of the cultural value of He Lane, many beautiful scenery have been added here.

If she looked up in a leisurely mood, she would definitely see the colorful clouds surrounding Hongxiang Tower, just like the gauze scarf on Sister Chang'e's arm. There are also flowers of various colors blooming wantonly. They change colors and changes in their beauty.

Position. Sometimes, there will be a wind of flowers and a rain of flowers...

The scenery in Hongxiang Garden and the background next to Hongxiang Tower can all sense her state of mind, originating from the sea of ​​​​heart, and then ripples in the sea of ​​​​heart - like the distant mountains covered with daisy, like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like the desert.

The lonely smoke is also like the setting sun on the long river. There are old moonlights like "Who first saw the moon by the river, and when did the moon shine on people?", a gentle and shallow question from the sky; there are "raising glasses to invite the bright moon, and the shadows become three."

There is the pure and lonely feeling of "people"; there is the lovesickness of "I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away"; there is also the cold loneliness of "the shadow of the crane crossing the cold pond, the cold moon shining on the soul of the flower" with the withered lotus spots and the bursts of autumn sounds.

...

It's a pity that every time He Xiang comes here, it's to answer questions and solve puzzles, to pursue the truth, and now it's even more to tap into the divine power... There is no leisure and elegance, here to try to match the inner scene with the mental scene before the eyes.

, two-phase confirmation!

She walked to the door on the first floor, and the door opened for her. She felt like she was in a pond full of lotus flowers, with the refreshing fragrance of lotus blowing into her face, and the air was lubricated with water that was within reach...

..

He Xiang still felt this change. There were many changes in this room, all based on her feelings. The only thing that remained unchanged was that there were many transparent objects here that moved silently with her touch...

The New Year pictures are different from the ones in Grandpa Zhang's house. The secret must be in this change.

He Xiang touched the New Year picture for the second time. It still felt moist and smooth, and his nose was fragrant and sweet. The concave and convex three-dimensional feeling was really different from ordinary New Year pictures.

When He Xiang's hand touched the red carp, the fish embedded in the painting actually trembled, as if it wanted to jump out of the New Year painting. He Xiang was so frightened that He Xiang said "Ah--" and backed away several times.
Chapter completed!