"The power of the lower three realms has weakened. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Lin Zizhen said.

"Even if it becomes weaker, it has nothing to do with Zhou Yi. The mother-in-law smiled darkly, closed her eyes and reminisced about the warm current that had been circulating in the four meridians and eight veins before, and continued: "Zhou Yi? ”

"Zhou Yi is able to create Shenhui. ”

Lin Zizhen reminded that the previous crystal pear was like the aura of heaven and earth, but it was more refined, even if the temple seat was at the cost of a long life, it could only make the true divine light fleeting.

Zhou Yi was even able to transform it into a real thing, eating pears is cultivation, and eating a bite of pears can restore the lost aura.

Compared to the long process of several years or even decades for cultivators to experience the aura of heaven and earth and condense and extract it for their own use little by little, Zhou Yi's method is extremely simple, and even a little rude...... In a frenzy.

Lin Zizhen knew very well that Zhou Yi was not an ordinary person, he was not the god stick in the temple who swaggered and deceived under the banner of justice.

It's a pity that the old woman doesn't know.

The old woman sneered, "I could kill him once seven years ago, and I can do it now." Zhou Yi is not a god, the real god should stay above the nine heavens, obediently waiting for me to kill them. ”

Lin Zizhen didn't say more, asked to retreat, and walked out.

The footsteps were silent, but when they landed, they faintly stepped on the ground with a terrible scream.

"Hmph, what kind of virgin is blood......y," the old woman showed a disgusted expression on her face, and said coldly, "Find out Zhou Yi immediately, I can't wait to eat him." ”

Lin Zizhen's footsteps did not stop, the gray clothes were cold, and he didn't seem to hear her words, and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

Leaving alone, the old woman stroked her black hair like a waterfall, reluctant to give up, but her face suddenly revealed the delicate appearance of her daughter's family, and her eyes were full of melancholy and confusion of memories.

I remember a long, long time ago, Xinhe once praised her hair, like silk, smooth and soft like a galaxy on the sea......

There was another faint scream from the ground, and the old woman's face changed and became resentful and gloomy again.

Xia Xinhe has already died.

And she herself was expelled from the island by her ruthless mother on this ground, and even ruined her cultivation and her appearance was ruined.

She shouldn't have been in such a situation.

If it weren't for the person she loved in her heart, how bright would her future be!

Her name is Migu, her mother is the mountain master of Zhaoyao Mountain in the lower three realms, she has grown up in thousands of favors since she was a child, and even at that time she could replace the dead Xia Xinhe to become the "Apocalypse", and in the envious eyes of everyone on the island, she was promoted to the Immortal Court, and she had everything that mortals could never reach!

But now there is nothing!

King Jing? Asking for the border and the people supporting him, what a great righteousness!

The queen mother, the brocade clothes and jade food, the emperor around the knee, what a harmony!

These two people can live well, and they are in love!

He was deprived of his noble identity, his appearance was ruined, his cultivation was no longer good, and he even had to become a rat crossing the street, enduring the pain of becoming the laughing stock of the lower three realms......

King Jing, Liancheng......

You've made me miserable!

Migu gritted his teeth in hatred, walked out of the dark room, and waved his hand to open the door of the underground prison.

The prison was damp and cold, and dozens of frightened girls were locked up on both sides of the dimly lit corridors.

The wind and snow in Beiguan covered the cry of the dungeon, no one found out, and someone was quietly dying.

King Jing never knew that Migu was still watching him from a corner of the world, eager to grind his teeth and suck blood and kill himself.

Qixi has never had much to do with the border towns, especially the first city that served as the Qin and Wei defense line, Qucheng.

Compared with the wind and snow in the rich land of Weijing, the Qixi Festival in Qucheng is a festival that is as easy to evoke nostalgia as the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In order to prevent people from taking advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, most of the Wei military camps stopped everything related to the festival from flowing into the military camp, but under the rule of King Jing, they were more affectionate and postponed the festival a little as appropriate, for example, it was already mid-July at this time, and the Qixi Festival was only celebrated in the camp.

Today, King Jing's subsidy to the palace for the soldiers in the camp has finally been distributed, and even the soldiers who are not on duty in the next three days can have a few drinks to relieve the suffering of the frontier.

In mid-July, the first snowstorm in Beiguan fell, and it was menacing, but the border soldiers in Qucheng had long been accustomed to it.

Without the company of Qingmei Jiaoniang, many young soldiers secretly hid and saved a few taels of silver and sent them back to their hometowns with the messengers of the military camp. Some of the veterans exchanged the money they had saved for some liquor and barbecue, distributed it to the greedy recruits, drank a few sips of wine for themselves, watched the red-faced soldiers huddle into a pile of campfires, smiled slightly, and left the patrol.

After Wu Dali patrolled the camp for a week, he pulled the skin with a few veterans around the bonfire for a while, and then laughed, lifted the curtain of King Jing's big tent, and a gust of wind, snow and cold air took the opportunity to hit and turned into a thick white mist in the big tent.

The tent is simply furnished, and the charcoal bakes an intoxicating warmth.

King Jing Liancheng was watching the news from the scout in front of him, and he didn't look up, and asked directly: "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"Lord, don't be bored here, you get sick in the tent every day, hurry up and go out with your brothers to drink and warm up. ”

Wu Dali looked at King Jing and said loudly, although he said it very unconfidently, as if he had already known that King Jing would refuse in the next second.

"No, you can go. Sure enough, King Jing was writing with a pen, and he didn't care about how lively it was outside the tent.

"If you don't go, the brothers below won't let go. Wu Dali said sincerely, lying and not changing his face.

King Jing raised his head with a smile, put down his pen, and teased: "Wu Dali, you have a lot of skills." ”

Wu Dali's face was embarrassed, and he realized his mistake. If His Royal Highness King Jing really went, those colleagues who were so drunk should jump up like they were burning their butts.

King Jing looked at Wu Dali's speechless appearance, and thought that several of his closer subordinates had already taken turns to speak, so he reluctantly added: "Wait until I finish dealing with the matter at hand."

Wu Dali was overjoyed, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there was still a bunch of unhandled border affairs on King Jing's table, and he sighed sullenly, saluted, and turned around to open the curtain and go out.

Before he could lift his leg, he collided with the man who was about to come in outside, and the man stumbled, and the food box he was carrying in his hand was about to fall to the ground.

Wu Dali's eyes were quick, he took the food box with one hand, and scolded secretly, only then did he raise his eyes to look at the man who fell to the ground.

Wu Yu's buttocks landed on the ground, as if he was frightened, his face was a little ugly, he raised his head and looked at the eldest brother in front of him in a daze, and asked a little embarrassed: "Brother, why are you here?"

"I haven't asked you yet. Wu Dali pulled his younger brother up, opened his mouth and said, "When you enter the big tent, you don't report outside the door, what are you doing when you come in like a ghost?" )