One moment he was thrown off his cold face, and the next moment he was invited to work! This sharp tooth and sharp mouth are really so black that they can sing white!

As soon as Mama Yu's words came out, Su Ying was also so angry, seeing that Zhou Rushui was already impatient, she stepped forward and said: "Mama Yu, you should be spared! You are a minion, and you have even sung that the Emperor Tiangao has become a master here! Can the servants of the palace need you to train? However, in half a day, the palace has been full of smoke and miasma, and your ability is amazing! Is it possible, Chitose still wants to thank you? If you don't want to soak in the cold spring all night and call the heavens and the earth to be ineffective, get out quickly, don't hinder Chitose's eyes again. ”

Su Ying's words were so ruthless, Mama Yu still looked faceless and skinless, but she raised her chin and smiled and wanted to answer. But before she could speak, Su Ying kicked her to the ground and scolded: "Things that don't have long eyes, get out! ”

Unexpectedly, Su Ying would suddenly use force, Mama Yu screamed immediately, but she didn't wait for her to howl again, at the signal of Zhou Rushui, Jiong Qiyi set up Mama Yu and threw her out of the hall directly.

For a while, the roots of the ears were finally cleaned, and there were no more eye-catching things, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled, and for the first time they had a tacit understanding and consensus.

It is said that Mama Yu was thrown out of the temple gate, and many pairs of eyes looked at it gloating. Mama Yu is also hard, she gritted her teeth, and her old bones hurt so much that she didn't snort halfway. sighed and hid back to the house to rest for a night, and on the second day, he appeared in front of the door of the 'Huihua Palace' where Zhou Rushui temporarily lived.

Of course, this will, after getting the word of a thousand years old, there is no need for Jiongqi to do it himself, Mama Yu approached the door of the temple, and there was an oooh outside, and several temple people had worked together to put Mama Yu out.

At this end, Zhou Rushui was already thinking about a big matter when he left the palace, but because Mama Yu was on the side, it was a little inconvenient to leave and right. Thinking that there is a Yu Mama in the palace, there may be unknown ears and eyes on the side, Zhou Rushui also restrained his hands and feet for a while, this day out of the palace, she first went to the back mountain to listen to the pine waves, and when the carriage entered the back mountain path, she turned around and headed in the direction of Wenshan Village.

The nearest village to Hualin Palace is Wenshan Village, but the road is close, if you really want to go, it will take half a day to travel quickly. At noon, the sun was shining brightly, but suddenly it began to rain lightly. Jiong Qiyuan didn't want to stop the horse, but in front of the road, there were more than a dozen cloth-clothed people pushing carts full of goods in twos and threes in the middle of the road.

In this way, Jiong Qi had to stop the car to ask, and when he asked, he heard a reckless old god answer him on the ground: "Brother, don't worry, you can't leave now!

It turned out that the reckless man lived by hunting all year round. A man like them understands the change of climate best, and when he walks here, he knows that the weather ahead is not good when he sees the clouds.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for several thunderbolts as thick as branches to cross the sky ahead. A few feet away, it rained like a waterfall, but the sky was still clear.

After listening to Jiongqi's reply, he saw that the weather not far away had changed greatly, and Zhou Rushui also felt interesting, so he couldn't help but follow the thunder and lifted the curtain of the car to look out. This was a terrible sight, and her gaze was withdrawn from the lightning that broke out of the sky, and in a blink of an eye, she saw a somewhat familiar figure under the old banyan tree not far away.

The man was dressed as a pawn today, with mud on his black soft-soled boots under his half-worn cloth shirt and a lot of patches on the linen-gray cloth bag hanging from his shoulders. He sat under the tree with his eyes closed, completely lost the grandeur of the first sight. Beside him, an old gray donkey was tied to a tree, wagging its tail lazily.

This person is Liu Fenghan, who she thought would see her again.

As if feeling Zhou Rushui's gaze, Liu Fenghan slowly opened his eyes. He raised his eyes and stared closely at Zhou Rushui, who was holding a corner of the curtain, and when he saw that it was her, his eyes were even brighter, and the bottom of his eyes was surging with waves, and suddenly he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at Zhou Rushui.

The direct gaze was really a little scorching, and his flying look was too seductive, Zhou Rushui was stunned for a while, and then pulled the corner of his mouth and slowly smiled bitterly.

On this day, due to the heavy rain ahead, Zhou Rushui and his party had to return in vain.

It was night, Zhou Rushui rested very early, and in this day's dream, she finally dreamed of Ziang. It is still Ziang who can only see a faint figure behind the white mist, and Ziang who is still unfamiliar and untouchable on the other side.

They never knew who each other was, and they never tried to test who each other was, they just spent the years in the dream world silently together. She called him Ziang, he called her Xiao Zhou, and sometimes, she felt that her life was going to go on like this. But in the end, they turned their backs and parted ways, and they didn't know when they would see each other again, or if they would be able to see each other again in this life.

She looked for him for a long time, but it never ended up. Perhaps, from the moment she broke free from the "Huangliang Dream" with him, the gears of fate have begun to change, even a little bit, the whole thing can change, left and right in the sky, and also in man-made. As Ziang said, blessings and misfortunes lurk, and misfortunes and blessings rely on. After the dawn of the heavens, the heavens are not forgiving.

With the increasingly cold weather in recent days, the Muling Bamboo Sea in the territory of Zhou is no longer as refreshing and comfortable as it used to be. With the sudden stop of the torrential rain, the forest is full of water stains and the soil is loose. The air is also filled with a strong moisture smell of water and wood.

Due to its remote location and rumors of ghosts, Muling Zhuhai has always been sparsely populated. But at this time, a group of black-clothed warriors suddenly poured into the bamboo sea, and they sneaked into the bamboo sea one by one expressionlessly, and after a short time, they cut down the green bamboo in the forest in an orderly manner. In a moment, a lotus hand lamp lit up in the hands of the black-clothed warrior, like a floating pearl, illuminating the newly cut long path in the bamboo sea.

As soon as the lotus lamp was lit, a very low chuckle sounded on the silent bamboo forest, and the laughter was accompanied by the silver bell like a ghost, and then, I saw a fiery red figure jumping down from the air, and the person who came was dressed in red, and the golden lotus mask covered his face, and the figure flashed into the end of the long road of the bamboo sea, and disappeared into the dark garden. His figure moved swiftly through the garden, and in a few moments, he flashed unusually skillfully into a candlelit inner room.

The interior is quiet and dark, obviously a place for the living, but it is made into the shape of a tomb. The four corners of the southeast, southeast, northwest and northwest of the interior are respectively set up with a kneeling maid holding the lamp shape of the whole body gilt, the "lamp-holding maid" wears a wide-sleeved long dress, combs the bun, wears a scarf, the lamp plate, the lamp holder and the right arm can be detached, it is extremely exquisite.

At this moment, there is a candle in the center of the lamp tray in the hand of each maid holding the lamp, the window is ajar, the dim candlelight is swaying in the wind, and the thin tobacco slowly flows out from the right arm of the "maid", there is smoke but no dust.

In the center of the inner chamber is a square medicine pool, and the wall of the pool is made of ten huge white marble stone joints. The hot spring water poured into the medicine pool through the cracks in the stones, and the pool was filled with smoke, but the color of the water was strangely dark green.

Only then did he push the door open, and the red-clothed Langjun raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, he pursed his lips with disdain, squinted at the long figure in the medicine pool, twisted an extremely gorgeous smile on his red lips, raised his eyebrows, and sneered knowingly: "Wang Yuxi, hasn't your Gu poison been purified yet?"

Feng Qianlou's uninvited arrival made Wang Yuxi frown, and in the dense water vapor, he slowly moved and turned his face. The wide ink-colored ribbon covered his handsome pale face, and the sparkling sweat ran down his long ink-like hair and slid down his naked and strong back, slowly dripping into the green pool of ink.

He calmly, like a sculpture, maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged in the water, the corners of his mouth were raised, his tone was salty, and he asked very nobly: "What did you do in Zhou Kingdom?

Seeing Wang Yuxi so calm, Feng Qianlou couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He stared at Wang Yuxi, who was motionless in the pool, and walked around the bath leisurely, his thin lips were slightly lifted, and he smiled like a poisonous snake showing his beautiful tongue, and said maliciously word by word: "Who would have thought that the three Langya Wangsan, who made the girls of the world admire and fall in love, and longed to make a promise to each other, not only has Gu poison in his body, but also has a widowed relationship and a lonely life. ”

As he spoke, Feng Qianlou lazily raised his eyelids,

"You broke the eye of the formation, and the mess should naturally be cleaned up by you. If you can't do this, what kind of young master of Ningchuan are you?" Listening to him reversing black and white like this, carrying a gun and a stick, and saying some heart-wrenching words, Wang Yuxi seemed to be accustomed to it. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his voice was as pleasant as a clear spring. Even if the scene at this moment is really unbearable, and Feng Qianlou is unscrupulously pinching his death hole, he still exudes elegance and calmness from his eyebrows.

Seeing him like this, Feng Qianlou was not very happy. He sneered coldly with a somewhat heavy face: "I am the young master of Ningchuan who is a little laoshizi, but it is not up to you to have the final say. As he spoke, his bony fingers tapped on his knees, raised his chin slightly, and said more and more depressedly: "It's you, are you so unwilling to live? Obviously, killing Wang Wu and taking his heart and flesh as a guide can cure the Gu poison, but you are unwilling! Obviously, the master has already calculated for you that the vitality is Xia Jinduan, and if you marry her, you will be able to break the widowed relationship and the life of loneliness for many years, but you are indifferent! Could it be that you, Wang San of Langya, are willing to be a fashion fetish, willing to soak in this disgusting medicinal spring, and willing to live a life where this person is not a ghost or a ghost?"