"How's it going?"

Ji Shangshu's face was full of sadness and reluctance: "Yunliu she had a cold, and she didn't see her well for a long time, so she went like this." Her body had just been buried in the minister's house. ”

Hearing this, Yu Heng suddenly stepped back, hit the foot of the chair, and sat down in the Taishi chair in despair.

"The emperor, the emperor?"

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Yu Heng couldn't hear the concerned questions of the people around him, even if he knew that it was fake, he still felt a pain in his chest when he heard the news that Ji Yunliu had died.

"I'm getting out of here, I'm going back, let me go!"

Yanfu and Ji Zhengde's eyes widened, and they looked at Dazhao, the young emperor, who was irritable and roared like a madman.

……

When Ji Yunliu took out the Dao talisman, the wind suddenly heard it, and sure enough, just as she thought, there was a hallucination in front of her, there were so many people before, and she was left alone, wearing a sweatshirt, in the living room where she lived in the 21st century.

"I'll go!" Ji Liu looked up to the sky and roared, "We haven't done anything to you, you set up a formation, you cheat!"

She closed her eyes, gathered her mind, and hurriedly grabbed the Dao talisman again, "Stay in all directions, guard the altar and ......"

The wind was blowing, mixed with the slightest laughter.

"The Lord is destined to hunt down the evil spirits......"

A voice suddenly appeared in front of him:

"Yunliu, are you back?"

This voice was her master, who once took her home from heart disease and was abandoned by her parents, taught her the Tao, provided her with education, and raised her for more than 20 years......

Ji Yunliu held the Dao talisman in his hand and opened his eyes.

The half-centenarian in the white tunic was standing in the living room, standing in front of her, smiling slightly at her, as kind and friendly as before, "Yunliu, are you hungry......?"

"Master?"

"Cloud Flow ......"

Ji Yunliu paused, and then raised his hand...... A slap was slapped in the face of the half-hundred-year-old man, "Are you stupid? ”

The half-hundred-year-old man who was beaten opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't believe what he saw, he covered his face and took two steps back: "Yunliu, how can you be a teacher, you, you are not big or small, be careful to use the family method of the ancestor for the teacher!"

"Are you stupid? Do you want to continue to pretend for me?" Ji Yunliu didn't hesitate at all, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the broom on the side, silently recited a spell, covered the Dao charm on the broom, and chased the half-hundred-year-old man and beat him, "Demon, hurry up and show me the body, if you don't come out of the body, my sister will ruin your face, the canna has no face, I see what you do to see people!"

"Help!"

"Oh, don't fight ......"

"Oh, it hurts me!"

The canna, who had just come out of her spiritual sense, obviously hadn't seen the 21st century's ultimate evolved version of the magic stick, and after being chased around the living room for thirty laps, she immediately knelt on the ground and raised her hands in surrender: "Fairy, fairy sister, don't fight, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore......"

It's too terrifying, the world outside is simply terrifying, she still obediently stays in Zixia Mountain to cultivate!

Ji Yunliu rolled up his sleeves and kicked the stool with his legs, and his appearance was still the leader in the capital: "What about my man?"

"Sister Immortal, which one is your man?" Ji Liu's broom pointed, and the canna immediately confessed in a rambling voice, "The man who is holding hands with Sister Fairy is also in the illusion." ”

"What illusion?"

"The obsession in his heart ......" Canna raised her face and said with a flattering smile, "Sister Fairy, life is alive, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou, in fact, no one can tell who is real and who is fake, why don't you come out here with me and never come out......"

When the words fell, the canna transformed, and the personable Seventh Prince appeared in front of Ji Yunliu: "Yunliu, what you want here, I will give you......"

"Smack!" The Seventh Prince, who was so handsome that the sun and moon were dull, was thrown back to the prototype with a slap, Ji Yunliu looked at her, "It seems that cultivation can't improve IQ." ”

The canna, who was beaten again, had a miserable expression, and looked at Ji Yunliu, who was full of disgust in his eyes: "That fairy sister, what do you want?"

"Well," the sixth lady thought for a while, stretched out her hand to help the canna, with a feminine smile, "Little banana, for the sake of your sincere desire to give me something, my sister will kindly take something from you...... My sister wants to borrow some life from you, and she doesn't need much, just seventy years is enough......"

Canna: "......"

People's hearts are so treacherous, they can't understand the outside world at all!

……

Junzi Nian felt that he had a dream, and once he woke up, he was on a wooden bed.

The first thing he did was to find Ji Yunwei.

Because in his dream, he died in the house in the north of the city soon after he went to Beijing due to "unadaptation", Mo said that he was married to Ji Yunwei, and he had never even participated in this Spring Festival.

This dream is too real, and the scene of people who are obviously looking for flowers on the mountainside, but suddenly waking up in bed is too weird, causing Junzi Nian to be eager to see Ji Yunwei.

When I got out of the room, I found that there was not even a figure outside.

"Yunwei!" Jun Zinian shouted, running from the main room to the west chamber, and the little guy he brought was asleep in the west chamber, and it seemed that he was also immersed in a dream.

So Jun Sanshao ran out of this courtyard and ran to another courtyard, and he passed through the weeping flower gate, and a figure rushed over, "Nian Lang." ”

Ji Yunwei also just woke up from a strange situation like a dream, in the dream, she did not marry Junzi, and the third son of a four-grade official was the third son of a four-grade official, she went to find Junzi Nian in her dream, and found the house in the west of the city, but learned that Junzi Nian died as early as three months ago due to "unadaptation", and the cloth hanging at the door of the white flower stung Ji Yunwei's whole eyes......

Jun Sanshao and Ji Yunwei complained to each other under the weeping flower gate.

On the stargazing platform, Qin Yu was doing things in the open altar.

"Senior sister, are you sure that this little guy, this canna plant is willing to lend life to His Royal Highness King Mu?"

"Of course. Ji Yunliu looked at the canna and smiled slightly, "Little banana, are you voluntary?"

The canna covered the core of the flower with leaves that could not be transformed, and the flowers were full of loveless expressions: "Mmmmmmmm......mm I am willing to borrow the seventy years of life of the fairy sister's man. ”

Woo woo, I was "borrowed" my lifespan, and I had to cultivate for another seventy years...... Woo woo, so distressed......

Qin Yuren smiled helplessly, but his hand didn't stop, and he waved away the row of Dao talismans in front of him: "Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, Wan Qi Root ......"

Ji Yunliu followed him, and also waved the Dao talisman in his hand: "Inside and outside the Three Realms, only the Dao is the only one......"

The two of them walked together, stepping on the seven star steps, holding the Dao talisman and reciting the incantation.

King Mu was lying on the bamboo couch in front of the two of them, still immersed in the illusion with his eyes closed, and had not yet come out.