Originally, Xu Lei's matter had been handed over to "Special Seven", so Beiquan didn't have to worry about it.
However, there was no discussion about what to do with the girl on the "Special Seven" side, and Xu Lei died, and also died in a murder that was cleverly disguised as natural death, except for a black spot on the girl's left temple and the cover of the heavenly spirit. Apart from a tiny dimple, there wasn't even any wound left.
As a result, "Special Seven" also felt the seriousness of the problem.
Considering that Xu Lei's ability was discovered by Beiquan and the others when they were tracking the ghosts, so this time the person was killed, so "Special Seven" invited Beiquan to hear what he thought about it.
So Wei Fuyuan was next to him, and he listened to his boss and the bearded man discussing how Xu Lei died. He also released Guan Hu Suying and let the little guy be nearby Turn around.
After about an hour of delay, Beiquan left the funeral home with Wei Fuyuan.
After learning of Xu Lei's death, Wei Fuyuan felt a little depressed that day.
Although Xu Lei almost forced herself to jump off the thirty-second floor of the hotel apartment, she was still a young girl she had just met, and she was still in her prime. As a senior, Wei Fuyuan still felt unavoidable. A faint sadness.
Originally, when he had just communicated with Beiquan, it was the honey that mixed oil, and when he wanted to do all the happy things in the world, Xu Lei was killed suddenly, as if he had poured cold water on him, and suddenly he couldn't get any interest. .
When investigating the cause of Xu Lei's death, Wei Fuyuan knew that nothing could help him, so he stopped asking further questions, and turned the topic to another matter.
"what?"
Beiquan raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised:
"You mean you want to learn Taoism?"
Wei Fuyuan nodded vigorously.
Just now, when he was listening to the discussion between Beiquan and the "special seven" bearded man, 99% did not understand, and he had a flash of light in his mind several times. When I thought about it, I was afraid that my thoughts were too naive, revealing that I was actually a layman and knew nothing about magic, so I had to swallow all the words.
This feeling is really uncomfortable, Wei Fuyuan feels aggrieved.
So he proposed to study Taoism with Beiquan.
Wei Fuyuan thought about it, so that next time he encounters something, at least he can make do with it.
But he didn't expect that Beiquan shook his head.
"no."
He says:
"You're not someone to study Dao and Fa."
Wei Fuyuan exploded on the spot:
"You didn't teach, how do you know that I'm not the material to learn Dao and Fa!?"
He almost wanted to grab Beiquan's shoulder and shake it hard:
"The last time you taught me that - what is the 'magic skill', didn't I memorize the more than 100 words of mantras that were so eloquent?! Isn't this a good study?!"
Beiquan turned his head to look at him, pursed his lips and chuckled:
"Then do you remember how long you carried it?"
"I… "
Wei Fuyuan was dumbfounded, remembering the painful experience he had been talking about until midnight.
"Anyway... I took it down... "
Beiquan smiled and shook his head.
"You, there's too much stuff in your head."
He raised his hand and tapped Wei Fuyuan's forehead lightly:
"No matter how much you learn Taoism, you can't put it in."
In fact, Wei Fuyuan was born with a root of wisdom, and with great merit, he was born with the destiny to do great things.
It's a pity that he grew up in the splendid heap since he was a child, and he has grown into his twenties. He has already passed the baptism of the information explosion, and has stored too much modern information in his mind. is too late.
One of the ways, the way, is mysterious and profound, but the road it travels is very boring and extremely lonely.
Although Wei Fuyuan is his little boyfriend, Beiquan sees him as a very nice guy, cute everywhere.
However, Beiquan is still very self-aware.
He didn't think he could teach it, nor did he think Wei Fuyuan could learn it.
"Just... how much to teach."
Wei Fuyuan is still unwilling to give up:
"For example, like opening the eyes of the sky or something, I can still learn it..."
He pursed his lips and beeped softly:
"I'm your man. I'm more or less stronger than I am now, right? You'll have more face when you take it out this way..."
Beiquan secretly felt amused in his heart, and a little warmth came out of it.
"How about this."
He thought for a moment seriously:
"There are not many things I can teach you, but Jiang Nan'an practiced Kung Fu like you."
Beiquan smiled:
"It might be more appropriate for you to learn from him."
Wei Fuyuan's eyes widened in an instant, a look of disbelief on his face.
Although Comrade Xiao Jiang is no longer in a competitive relationship with him, he is not worthy of being regarded as a rival in love.
But with Wei Fuyuan's arrogant and domineering young master's temperament in his bones, even his own father refused to accept it, so how could he be willing to put down his body and condescend to ask a young guy about his age for advice
"…what can he teach me?"
Wei Fuyuan was not convinced, and a face pulled the elder:
"It's really a fist, he may not be able to beat me!"
Beiquan saw through Wei Fuyuan's thoughts at a glance, and started to slap the hair very well.
"It's not for him to teach you martial arts."
He smiled at Wei Fuyuan:
"Do you remember the trick he used when he was on the balcony? Covering the nunchaku with the qi can block the ghost's yin qi."
Beiquan pointed out:
"You can learn from Xiao Jiang how to control the energy in your body."
Wei Fuyuan nodded thoughtfully, his face gradually softened.
After thinking about it for a long time, he was persuaded by Beiquan and decided to hurry up and not hurry up, and now he will tell Jiang Nan'an about it.
So he took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Comrade Xiao Jiang.
Jiang Nan'an is also a cool person, and quickly agreed to Wei Fuyuan's request.
The two agreed to take advantage of their free time during the summer vacation to conduct special training on the balcony of "Santuchuan" for two hours every afternoon until Wei Fuyuan could freely use his power of merit.
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Thursday, August 5th, 11:57 a.m.
It's time for the weekly "Thriller Night Talk" to be broadcast again.
Beiquan sat in front of the broadcasting station early, while Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an squeezed side by side in the slightly narrow outer space, and pressed the master switch.
The second hand moved to the twelve o'clock position.
Beiquan pressed the play button.
"Welcome to Midnight Radio's "Thriller Night Talk", here is the anchor Beiquan."
Along with the faint sound of rustling electric current, Beiquan's gentle and magnetic voice sounded in the microphone.
"Please tell your story, no matter how bizarre it is."
Through a piece of glass, Wei Fuyuan looked at the fair-skinned and beautiful man sitting in front of the broadcasting station, and a sweet warmth suddenly rose in his heart.
At the same time last week, he knew that he was about to be fired immediately, and he was full of pain, unwillingness, and vague resentment.
Unexpectedly, the twists and turns have passed, and after only a week, he and his beloved Beiquan can lie on the same bed with integrity.
… Of course, it would be better if more than just the quilt to sleep in.
Wei Fuyuan stared at Beiquan's elongated neck line as he lowered his head to adjust the microphone, and swallowed hard, only to feel that his throat was inexplicably thirsty.
Just when Wei Fuyuan's heart was floating and he couldn't help but start to lose his mind, Beiquan had simply finished chatting and announced that he was ready to answer the hotline:
"What kind of story will we hear next?"
[Bell-Bell-Bell-]
After about a few seconds, the phone rang suddenly.
Beiquan smiled slightly and pressed the call button:
"Okay, let's hear what he or she has to say to us."
[Host, hello...]
A young man's voice came from the loudspeaker and asked tentatively:
[can you hear me?]
"Hearing clearly."
Beiquan smiled and replied:
"Excuse me, what should I call you?"
The man on the other end of the phone paused:
[Call me Ah Jian.]
Just when Beiquan and the man who called himself "A Jian" simply said these two words, Jiang Nan'an, who was sitting outside, suddenly uttered, "Oops?"
Naturally, his exclamation could not reach the studio, but Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting next to him, could hear it clearly.
"Shh!"
Wei Fuyuan turned his head, raised a finger, made a "silent" gesture, and lowered his voice: "What are you talking about?"
Jiang Nan'an hurriedly made a gesture of zipping his mouth, leaned over and replied softly:
"I listened to his voice... it always seemed a little familiar."
Wei Fuyuan frowned.
To him, this man's voice was very ordinary, neither pleasant nor irritating to the ears. If he had to look for a special code, Wei Fuyuan could only say that his Mandarin had a local accent, and he was probably a resident of Fengxing or the surrounding towns.
"It wouldn't be so coincidental would it?"
Wei Fuyuan said to Jiang Nan'an:
"Could it be your acquaintance?"
Jiang Nan'an pondered deeply, but still couldn't remember:
"I just feel a little familiar..."
Just when Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an were whispering outside, "A Jian" had already begun to tell Beiquan about his troubles.
[Speaking of which... I actually just got married.]
Beiquan said, "Congratulations."
Ah Jian gave a wry smile on the other end of the phone:
[Alas... Actually, there is nothing to be happy about.]
Ajian told Beiquan that his wife was a junior at his university, three years younger than him, and the class flower in the class. She was very beautiful.
His own conditions can only be considered mediocre, and the victory lies in perseverance.
In order to pursue his wife, after graduation, Ah Jian rejected an offer from a large company in the south and chose to stay and work locally.
After a lot of hard work, he finally got the beauty back, and he achieved a positive result last month and entered the palace of marriage.
But after getting married, he soon discovered that something was wrong with his wife.
[Xiao Lan always said that someone was following her.]
The first time Ah Jian's wife Xiaolan felt someone was following her was on the third day after her marriage.
They were busy packing their bags when they booked a flight to the Maldives for their honeymoon.
In the evening, Xiao Lan went out to pick up a courier. When he came back, his face was as pale as paper. He grabbed A Jian's arm and told him that he seemed to be being followed.