A scholarly official lady, becoming a cultivator is not what she wants, it is really a helpless move. Huang Yazhi thought that he had been trapped in the seemingly prosperous valley of Huajian Pavilion for decades, and he had already endured it to the extreme.

She has been trapped in the tenth layer of soul refining for twenty years, and she can't even reach the Great Perfection, let alone the soul refining stage. There is only one way to leave the sect, and to be favored by cultivators with great backgrounds. Either you have to cultivate to the soul refining stage, although you can't leave the sect, you have a lot more freedom.

The last time I went to the Dark Tomb Gate, a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect sent a unicorn horse. That person was not an elder in the soul refining period, just like himself, he was just a tenth-level cultivator.

Besides, the Beast Taming Sect is not a first-class sect, there are some livestock and beasts everywhere, which is really undignified, even if the elders of the soul refining period take a fancy to her, Huang Yazhi is not willing to go.

Zhong Zhen was covered in blood, almost forgetting the pain, she looked at Huang Yazhi in amazement and looked at Gu Ying in the mirror and felt sorry for herself. It's all about it, I'm not busy extorting confessions, and I'm still thinking about dressing up.

Huang Yazhi compared some delicate jewelry to and fro, and changed more than a dozen of them, before finally picking the desired one and pinning it to the bun.

"Who is the man in this painting?" Huang Yazhi asked casually, pointing to a portrait found in the treasure bag. Even if she deliberately pretended not to care at all, as if she was asking casually, her eyes were full of confusion that she couldn't hide.

Zhong Zhen glanced up at her, it turned out that Huang Yazhi was Sichun!

This painting is her proud work, and it is based on the skeleton of Brother Marlowe in her memory, and it is tossed with skin and flesh.

The carved garden is dotted with half-remnants of snow, and the handsome man in the painting has half-scattered hair, wearing a green shirt and a cloak at will, holding a book in one hand and plucking red plums in the other.

The artistic conception of stepping on the remnant snow to find plum blossoms is very beautiful, and there is a sense of time that even the young Zhong Zhen can faintly feel, so he is a little reluctant to buy cheaply. I have been collecting in the treasure bag and waiting for the opportunity to find a better buyer.

"You don't have to think about this person, it's an amazing senior, not something you can climb." Zhong Zhencai will not tell the truth.

"Really? What a senior, you dare to put his portrait in the store with one of the eight spirit crystals? It's okay to deceive others. I eat more rice than you eat salt, and it's useless to be clever. Huang Yazhi is well-informed, and naturally knows that Zhong Zhen is a painter, and he took advantage of the trend of beautiful men brought by Lu Tianyan to draw a lot of beautiful men. Earn a lot of money.

She saw the portrait of this man hanging in a conspicuous place in the shop, and the bookish jade-faced Langjun was the type that Huang Yazhi liked. It's just plain and self-contained, with a pure heart and a non-indifferent face to people, taking care of the face, I'm embarrassed to buy it. Seeing that those little disciples happily took the picture scroll and went out, they were extremely envious in their hearts.

She had been thinking about this man for a long time, and thought to herself that since Zhong Zhen could draw him, maybe she knew this person, and then she would ask her a thing or two behind her back.

I didn't expect to arrest her today. I happened to find the portrait of the man in the treasure bag, and I couldn't care about it anymore, so I asked.

"Is this person a cultivator or an ordinary person?"

Zhong Zhen didn't know where she was thinking, and she couldn't help but feel so funny when she was in danger, "You really want to know who he is?" ”

"As long as you say it, I'll torture you less."

If it were usual, Zhong Zhen might have made up a decent story, but now, of course, he is unceremoniously talking nonsense: "This person is my dead father, if you want to find him, I'm afraid it will take some effort." Besides, I already have a mother. There is no need for a second one. Besides, you are a lot older, if you are not eighty, I am afraid that you are almost ninety years old, and you can see the wrinkles on your face. Even if my dad hadn't died. I categorically look down on you. ”

Huang Yazhi was furious when she heard this, and gave Zhong Zhen a slap with her hand, and after the beating, she felt that her posture was the same as Mu Wanning's uneducated one. However, no one saw this place except Zhong Zhen, but he was a little relieved.

"Nonsense, where do I have wrinkles, I still look twenty-eight years old. Less than twenty. ”

Hearing this, Zhong Zhen couldn't help laughing, but her shoulder hurt uncontrollably, and when she smiled a little, blood seeped out. Huang Yazhi didn't look very old, and looked almost the same as an ordinary woman of twenty-five or sixteen. However, she boasted that she was twenty-eight years old, which was too ridiculous, and twenty-eight was about the same.

"It doesn't help to think about how much Yuyan fruit you eat, it's hard for you to still want to get married, it's all at this age, and it's enough to be someone's grandmother."

These words stabbed Huang Yazhi's sore spot, and she was indignant in her heart, thinking that her grandfather's official position had been wiped out, and she had sold all her belongings so that she would not be beheaded. She also asked the other party to return a good family matter, and an official lady was reduced to embroidering dowries for other women to supplement the family.

When she was fifteen years old, her grandmother set her a family affair again, and she actually married a businessman who was covered in copper to fill the house. The man was in his fifties, and his grandchildren were about the same age as him.

The past is vivid, Huang Yazhi's face is extremely ugly, and he can't wait to raise his sword and kill Zhong Zhen.

In the end, he is a seventy-year-old person, and he has been rolling and crawling in the sect for so many years, and he has already practiced a body of patience. She made up her mind, pretending not to care about what Zhong Zhen said, "As long as I get the cheats and become an elder in the soul refining period, I don't want to eat a few more Jade Yan Fruits." At that time, he will be an eighteen-year-old beautiful boy, and he will have as much as he wants. ”

"I see that you are definitely going to be disappointed, you see that my cultivation has not moved forward an inch now, this secret book is really exaggerated, and it is useless."

"Whether the cheats are good or not, I have to read it and then say, if you don't hand it over, I will keep you locked up until you have gray hair."

Zhong Zhen didn't bother to talk to her again, since she wouldn't kill her, she would be locked up.

Huang Yazhi has not had many friends for so many years, except for Ma Yun, who has always had some pimples, and he doesn't even have too many enemies. She is used to being a person, she is one of those inconspicuous little disciples, and she is also kind of talkative, and her popularity is naturally good, but if she really wants to say anything to her heart, she can't find half of them.

Thinking that Zhong Zhen couldn't run away anyway, when the time came to get the cheats, she would naturally be killed, so it didn't hurt to say a few more words.

As soon as the conversation box was opened, I couldn't stop chattering about the ups and downs of the past.

Zhong Zhen listened to it in his ears, and was surprised and amused, it turned out that Huang Yazhi was like Demps, very greedy for flowers and sex.

Since she likes to find a bunch of young and good-looking men, and what kind of cultivators do you do, just go to Hualou to be the top card, how can she pick and choose based on her appearance, and find some good-looking scholars to be guests in the curtain. (To be continued.) )