Qingqing left the house worried.

She has a lot of things to think about tonight, and what should she say when Li Baoguo comes to serve her allegiance tomorrow, these things should have been well consulted with her senior brother, but Qingqing is a good boy.

She knew that her senior brother and sister had not seen each other for many days, and she still had to leave time for this newlywed couple.

But in fact, the things in the room after that were not as intimate as Qingqing thought.

The changes in the sky in the Central Plains caused sudden snowfall, Yaoqin was unwell for the past two days, and Shen Qiu was not the one who burned the qin and boiled the crane.

"The concubine body is really useless."

The lights were turned off, and on the bed, Yaoqin was lying in Shen Qiu's arms, and she whispered:

"The husband traveled from afar, and he should have served with his heart, but his body and bones were infected with the cold, and the husband was unwilling to marry a concubine..."

"Why are you talking about this again?"

Shen Qiu chuckled, he pillowed on the pillow, reached out to hold Yaoqin's smooth shoulders, closed his eyes and said:

"In your heart, is your husband the kind of greedy and lustful person? If you don't toss a few times at night, won't you be able to sleep? Don't think about it, we'll be together for a long time in the future, and I don't care about this night or two.

It's just that when you talk about this concubine again, have you heard something? ”

"yes."

Yaoqin didn't hide it, she propped up her body, reached out and stroked her husband's broken hair, she whispered:

"The concubine, like Qingqing, is very concerned about the affairs of Zhongshan Wulong Villa.

From Uncle Tugou, it can be regarded as first-hand information, and others say that Lin Huiyin, a Xiaoxiang woman, is not afraid of the coercion of demons, and pretends to follow, but does assassination.

It's just that he was unlucky, and he was noticed by the demon Shen Qiu, and he fell short.

That's what they all say. ”

Yaoqin chuckled, she kissed Shen Qiu lightly on the forehead, and said:

"But the concubine doesn't think so, that Huiyin Woman, she really wanted to go with her husband at that time, right?"

"Yikes"

Shen Qiu didn't answer, he pinched Yaoqin's chest, causing the Jiangnan woman to let out a soft cry, fell on his chest, and was fixed by Shen Qiu with his arms.

He said:

"As far as you are a clever little woman, she can't hide anything from you.

Indeed, at that time, Lin Huiyin was going to leave with me, and when she saw that I was slandered by a traitor, she was angry and hurt someone, and her husband didn't expect this at the time.

It was originally planned, and they all said to Zhang Lan that they could have walked easily, and there was no need to make such a big battle, but people are affectionate and righteous, but I am also..."

"Shh

Yaoqin lay on Shen Qiu's body, stretched out her fingers, and put them on Shen Qiu's mouth.

In the dark, the long hair of this soft woman hung down, hitting Shen Qiu's neck and cheeks, and she said softly:

The concubine knew what the husband was going to say next, and she had to apologize to the concubine, just because the husband was moved by other women, she felt sorry for the concubine.

Husband, I really don't know about the concubine, how did you develop this kind of thought?

In this world, all men feel that it is normal for people to have three wives and four concubines, even if they are infatuated with men, they also take the initiative in the matter of taking concubines.

Very few people would take the initiative to discuss this matter with their wives, and those men made a decision and at most informed their wives in advance.

The husband is a weirdo. ”

Yaoqin covered her mouth and chuckled, she closed her eyes, put her ears on Shen Qiu's broad chest, and listened to the strong and powerful heartbeat of her husband, she said:

"Husband, this is not a concubine...

It's just that my heart is moving, I feel that it is unfair to the concubine, and I have to apologize to the concubine, for fear that the concubine will leave a pimple in the body and mind, and the husband's attitude makes the concubine very happy in body and mind.

In the past, Qingqing told the concubine that her husband would always teach her some strange things.

What kind of equality between men and women, what kind of personality independence, the concubine will not understand why the husband has such deviant ideas.

Now, in fact, I don't know very much, but the concubine knows that she can marry her husband and be treated so carefully by her husband, and the concubine is already a rare happy woman in the world. ”

She said to Shen Qiu:

"The husband is a hero in the world, a real man, he is naturally favored by good women, even if there is no Lin Huiyin, there will be other women.

Does the husband have to apologize to the concubine once every time he meets one?

Between husband and wife, life is not like this.

In the future, the husband doesn't have to say these things to the concubine, don't say that women treat each other affectionately, even if the husband plans to take a concubine, the concubine will not stop it.

That Lin Huiyin woman loves my husband so much, I am very curious about her, and I really want to meet her. ”

In the dark, Yaoqin finished speaking, and Shen Qiu didn't answer.

The husband and wife are in such a posture of going up and down, lying in the center of the bed, and the surroundings are quiet, Shen Qiuyun is really angry, making the body temperature slightly higher, just like a humanoid warm baby, so that his wife can stay more comfortable.

He reached out and stroked Yaoqin's long hair, very gently, like stroking a cat.

After a while, Yaoqin's breathing became long, and she hugged Shen Qiu like that, her face covered by her long hair was full of peace of mind, and she fell asleep in the company of the closest people.

After sensing that his wife was asleep, Shen Qiu also breathed a sigh of relief, he pillowed his other arm, which held the sword jade in his palm.

He looked at the black night in front of him, and just stared straight ahead.

After a few breaths, Shen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Close your eyes and drift into the dream.

It was like the feeling of falling from land into water, when Shen Qiu opened his eyes again, he was already in a sword jade dream, and the scene in front of him was very different from before.

The flowing black sand, which existed like a wall, had slowly swirled around this dream in a strange way.

Relying on the immortal family tuna taught by Zhang Moxie, when Shen Qiu entered this dream realm, these compressed black sand aura began to escape into the dream realm little by little, constantly strengthening the time flow between the dream realm and the outside world.

Under the support of this kind of aura escape, the flow rate of internal and external time has reached a level of one to ten.

One night, four hours in the outside world, for Shen Qiu, it was a full forty hours, eighty hours, available for him.

Time suddenly became free.

At the beginning of Shen Qiu, he didn't know how to use it.

Another benefit of being able to mobilize the aura of the black sand is that those phantoms that were originally only temporarily stored can also be charged with the aura.

In other words, as long as the aura was sufficient, Shen Qiu no longer needed to take a person's life in order to get a permanent phantom, as for how many of these black sand aura were in the sword jade.

It was difficult for Shen Qiu to give a specific evaluation, but according to the amount of weight he was consuming every night, there was no sign of the reduction of the black sand with the naked eye.

"Zhang Moxie, how many people have you killed in the past ten years?"

Although he had seen the scene of black sand flowing many times, every time he saw this aura compressed like a sea of sand, Shen Qiu couldn't help but think of this question.

The Demon Sect Leader really has a lot of blood and bones in his hands.

Of course, Shen Qiu also knew that it was impossible to accumulate so much aura just by killing people, and the reason why Zhang Moxie was able to leave such a huge amount of aura in the sword jade.

The big head should still be the thousand-year-old ghosts he killed in Kunlun.

In the last few years of Zhang Moxie's possession of the sword jade, he should have been fighting those Kunlun old ghosts.

Now, it's time for Shen Qiu.

"Bang"

Shen Qiu took a step forward and kicked on the swirling black sand aura, as if he had smashed the sea of sand, and in the midst of the black sand surging, a weak, unique spirit body was thrown out.

The guy was wearing a white robe, like the standard Penglai robe of Dong Lingjun, with his hair scattered, and his body was the same as those phantoms who were restrained by the sword jade.

There is a feeling of thinness and etherealism.

But compared to other phantoms, this guy has his own mind and maintains the integrity of his soul.

Mind!

This was a term that Shen Qiu heard from Zhang Moxie.

It is used to describe this special form of soul between life and death.

The spirit that was thrown out was still a little dazed, with a weak look, and after being thrown out, it still tried to get up.

"Huh"

The cold light shaking knife was against the neck of the spirit, and the fierce aura of the fierce knife swayed, making the spirit tremble.

"It's Penglai's people who hid you in the Tiger Spear?"

Shen Qiu looked at the weakly dressed spirit in front of him, and his eyes were full of scrutiny.

He asked:

"What's your name?"

"Bold mortals, when you see the immortals, you won't bow down!"

It can be seen that this spirit is very afraid, and the cringe in his eyes can't hide from Shen Qiu, but he still tries to straighten his body and strive to make a "majesty".

It seems that Shen Qiu, a mortal, has been decided, and there is no way to take it.

"Huh"

Shen Qiu understood what it meant.

No nonsense either.

Shaking the light lightly, the tiger roared, and the lifeless knife slashed out, and the soul was stunned, and the head was cut off, and the body dissipated with light, and in the next moment, it reappeared on the edge of the dream.

It's trying to get out of here.

The expression of confidence on his face also collapsed, and there was a touch of fear.

"Feel it?"

Shen Qiu didn't pursue either.

Let that divine soul frantically slap and circulate the black sand, in this sword jade fantasy dream, it can't go anywhere.

"If you die once, you will be lighter."

Shen Qiu held the knife and looked at the Penglai spirit, and he said:

"With your current situation, if Shen kills you twice, you will be scattered and turned into nourishment for Shen's treasure. I'm not going to talk nonsense with you lonely ghosts!

Again, what's your name? Where did it come from! ”

The spirit was frightened.

It turned around, trembled, tried hard to make a Taoist etiquette to Shen Qiu, and said tremblingly:

"I, I'm a Penglai cultivator.

As a disciple of the thirty-seventh Taoist monarch of Penglai, he failed to practice, lived for one hundred and three years, and sat in Penglai. I don't know how I got into that gun, how I got in... Captured by heroes.

But I don't really have any bad intentions!

I hope that the hero will spare my life. ”

Shen Qiu narrowed his eyes, and he asked again:

"When and what month did you die?"

"Poor Dao, Poor Dao was born in the last years of the Sui Dynasty and died in the Xuanzong period.

The spirit replied honestly.

But where Shen Qiu couldn't see, he gathered his hands behind his back and pinched them into a posture of holding a sword.

"When were you awakened by the Ten Thousand Souls?"

Shen Qiu asked again.

All Souls.

Since the name is Wanling, in addition to storing aura, it naturally has the effect of storing divine souls.

Hongchen Jun, Dongling Jun, and the Mountain Mover who was taken away are probably the most powerful immortal souls stored in Penglai since a thousand years ago to the present.

But in addition, in Penglai's Ten Thousand Souls Array, there are many weak guys like those in front of you.

Not to mention anything else, in the thousand-year-old Apocalyptic era, Penglai's head Dao Jun, who changed every hundred years, as well as the three spirit sword monarchs under his door, and the souls of the three law enforcement elders must be properly stored in the Ten Thousand Souls Array.

Waiting for the ancestors' plan to come true, these immortal cultivators in the mortal era will also be able to ascend to heaven in the aura era.

People aren't stupid.

If there is no tangible benefit that can be seen, Penglai Immortal Mountain, in this era when the aura does not exist, how can it be steadily inherited for thousands of years?

The one in front of him should be one of the previous Penglai masters.

Hearing Shen Qiu's question, the spirit shook his body, and he still replied honestly:

"After the poor road was awakened, the divine soul lived in the famous blade, hidden deep in the ancient tomb, chaotic, and it was impossible to count the passage of time, but it should be in front of a jiazi."

"Penglai sent out a divine soul like you, all of them are hidden in the famous blade, waiting for the light of day again, waiting for the opportunity to do something to seize it?"

Shen Qiu asked.

This time, the spirit didn't answer honestly.

He rolled his eyes and said:

"This is a matter of Penglai's secrecy, hero.

Poor Dao is afraid of you, but he is even more afraid of my Penglai Immortal Jun's anger. If the hero really wants to know, he has to promise Poor Dao, and after Poor Dao says it, you have to let Poor Dao leave! ”

"With me, you can still live half-dead like this."

Shen Qiu said:

"If I let you go, just a lonely soul and wild ghost like you, without physical protection, once you enter the heavens and the earth, you will enter reincarnation."

"Huh"

The spirit sneered and said:

"Don't fool me, the six reincarnations of a thousand years ago were all destroyed in the era of the end of the law, where is there any talk of reincarnation in these years.

The poor Dao cultivator is not successful, and it is not as powerful as the Immortal Jun, but because the Poor Dao is weak, the body required does not have to be as harsh as the Immortal Jun.

If the hero can find a good body for the poor road, so that the poor road can return to the soul, don't say that the hero wants to know these details, even if it is Penglai secret, the poor road is also right. ”

"Ugh."

Shen Qiu shook his head, and he said:

"You're not the first Penglai ghost I've found these days.

Like the previous ones, you old ghosts who can't be put on the table are all thinking about bargaining, how can there be any appearance of an immortal cultivator.

It's a disappointing tightness.

That's it, Shen doesn't believe it, you wait for these Penglai thousand-year-old ghosts, there really is not a single soft bone. ”

"Wow"

Shaking the light knife, the snow-white blade pointed at the soul whose face had changed drastically.

Shen Qiu said:

"You have lived for a hundred years, and Shen will give you this turtle today to enter reincarnation!"

"Yikes!"

Seeing that Shen Qiu's killing intent was indulgent, the divine soul no longer concealed it, and he sacrificed himself to pounce, and he didn't need any immortal methods, there was a lot of aura in this sword jade, but Shen Qiu didn't nod, and he didn't want to use it at all.

Just like that ordinary martial artist, his hands were called sword fingers, and he killed towards Shen Qiu.

"In the past few days, I have learned the sword, and I have practiced a trick for you and other lonely souls and wild ghosts."

Shen Qiu held the knife in both hands, rushed forward three steps towards the divine soul, and slashed out with a single sword.

In Jianyu's dream, there is a cold wind.

"This knife is called..."

"Kill the ghosts!"

The surrounding black sand is rolling, in front of the sand sea fighting, the knife is about to rise, there is a sense of death and silence rising, the soul sword move that sacrifices his life has not yet been issued, and he is slashed by this dead silence.

The light and shadow shattered, Shen Qiu stood with a knife in his hand, watching the spirit in front of him recover again, and he was already even weaker.

"Don't! I say, I say! ”

The spirit almost wanted to kneel down to survive, his face was full of fear, but he stabbed him head-on, but he had no mercy.

"The opportunity is for you, you missed it, Shen now, I don't want to hear it."