The potted plant in Fu Qiu's hand stretched out a long branch, which was well-behaved and flexible, and it was wrapped around his hand a few times to see intimacy.

It was the body of the magnolia that turned into this potted plant.

After all, it is not a matter of staying in Lanruo Temple, Fu Qiu transplanted it to Hushu Mountain with his magical powers, which is just right.

"Swallow, swallow!"

Seeing the greedy willow branch, Fu Qiu smiled lightly.

Anyway, he has completely understood the secret, and it is useless to keep this human demon.

It's just a knot, it's not good for him, and it's good to give Yulan a snack.

With a slight wave of his hand, the branches grew instantly, piercing towards the soul of the human demon, and with the sound of screaming, it had been completely devoured by the soul of the white bone human demon.

Nourished by the soul of a monk, the small willow tree became more and more green.

Fu Qiu shook his head: "The imperial court is powerful, and it doesn't dare to kill the Dao, but it has taken the wrong path." ”

"A good White Bone Dao monk, although he has a bad reputation, he can be regarded as an orthodox inheritance, and he goes straight to the Yang God, and he actually took the method of deviating from the door."

At this moment, he has learned the truth of the whole incident.

The white bone demon before, if he wanted to become enlightened, his inheritance was limited and it was difficult to complete.

I can only find another way, and I can only find another way, and I can achieve the Yin God with a special method with the help of Miss Liancheng and the scholar's life.

"It's a special personality again, the same as Ning Caichen, it seems that I need to take the time to understand this knowledge."

Fu Qiu thought in his heart.

The so-called cultivation of life is not determined by people, although it exists, there is no representative figure, it is just a side door, and it is difficult to become a road.

Even in the side door, it is not prominent, and there are few masters of this way.

"It's a bit interesting to this White Bone Dao, the White Bone Law Book - the White Bone Buddha Inheritance."

Fu Qiu glanced at the inheritance he had snatched from the White Bone Man Demon, which was an evil inheritance that recorded many bloody spells that led straight to the Yang God.

"It's a pity that the restrictions are too big, and it's hard to walk in this world."

Fu Qiu flashed a thought, and then thought of Fayun's statement.

Fayun is a believer in the White Bone Buddha Sect, and the person Fu Qiu killed before claimed to be the White Bone Buddha, but in fact he was just a monk who had obtained this inheritance.

It's far from being a true Buddha.

The White Bone Buddha Gate is like the White Lotus Sect, and it is also a cult inheritance, and they cultivate the White Bone Avenue and become the White Bone Buddha.

In the last years of the dynasty, he also made a great reputation, taking killing as a dogma and white bones as a belief.

To achieve the corresponding cultivation, such as the white bone Arhat (Yin God), you must use 100,000 white bones to devote the gods, the Bodhisattva (Yuan Shen) is one million, and the Buddha is even more than 10 million white bones to worship.

It can really be said that standing on top of the white bones and achieving yourself.

As a result, they suffered a major blow from the imperial court.

Nowadays, not to mention the White Bone Buddha, I am afraid that there are very few Bodhisattvas and Arhats (Yin Gods), and most of them are remnants from the early years.

Compared to the White Lotus Sect, which still has the Yang God Mother alive now, they have declined very early, and the rest are only big cats and kittens, and they are not a weather.

With the presence of the imperial court, it is difficult for the remnants of believers to do anything, and they are all very hidden.

"However, many of them have physical cultivation inheritances, but they can be changed, as a zombie's cultivation method, after they experiment, they can also be used as my physical cultivation method."

Fu Qiu's physical cultivation has been stuck for a long time.

After taking the martial arts system, King Kong is not bad, but he has also reached the extreme, and the inheritance of this martial arts has a lot of reference value for him.

……

A few days later, Shifu.

A group of talented people who feel good about themselves gather here to participate in the poetry meeting.

Everyone is polite, and between talking and laughing, they show their most elegant side, and they want to give Shi Xiaolian more goodwill.

Fu Qiu was mixed in it, and he also looked like a well-dressed beast, looking polite.

Shi Xiaolian bowed his hand to everyone, and his gaze lingered on Fu Qiu for a while.

Obviously, he knew very well about the events of that day, and the Huang Mansion was ruined, so he couldn't afford not to pay attention to it.

For these mysterious sons, his daughter also seems to be very fond of them.

"You are all stars from the sky, and you are here today, and the house is full of brilliance."

After saying the scene, Shi Xiaolian began to come up with questions and asked these talents to write poems.

However, in his mind, a suitable candidate has been marked, if nothing else...

I saw him take out a picture of a beautiful girl on it, which was used as the title of the poem.

Miss Liancheng and the two maids hid behind and quietly watched the poetry meeting here.

Between Fu Qiu's strokes of ink, he already felt a few eyes, smiled lightly, and began his own plagiarism road.

"Ask what is the situation in the world, and teach people to live and die together......"

For this ordinary poem, Fu Qiu still has a trace of confidence.

After writing, the payment was signed on the tiger beard Fu Qiu.

Fu Qiu glanced at the competitors around him, and sighed a little, this is a centralized marking, and he can't pretend to be on the spot.

……

After the end.

Shi Xiaolian is ready to look at the works of the talents.

Miss Liancheng Shi Shiran walked over: "Daddy, do you have a masterpiece?" ”

Shi Xiaolian glanced at her with a smile: "What? Want to see the poetry of your sweetheart? ”

"Where?"

Liancheng glanced at it with a blush, but reached out and began to look at it.

Soon, she found Fu Qiu's signature, and the pen went to the dragon and snake, just looking at the words made people feel good.

Shi Xiaolian watched from behind: "Good words! I don't know how poetry is? ”

Unfold the work, and lines of text come into view.

"What is the situation in the world......

Reading it, Liancheng couldn't help but be stupid, and looked at the poem in his hand blankly.

In the end, it is the girl's heart, and the heart belongs, and at this time I have made up my mind.

Shi Xiaolian on the side also widened his eyes, although he had circled the candidates, but he really didn't expect such a masterpiece to appear.

"This Fu Gongzi actually has such a talent."

"Daughter, are you in love?"

Liancheng blushed and said crisply: "It's all up to Daddy." ”

This sentence is very in line with the standard process of ancient blind dates, if a man falls in love with a woman, then he will insert the prepared hairpin on the woman's head, which is considered a token of kinship, and it is generally a hosta.

If a woman takes a fancy to a man, then she will tell her parents that it is all up to her father and mother.

If she is not satisfied, she will say that her daughter still wants to be filial at home.

When Shi Xiaolian heard this, he immediately laughed: "That's good, that's good, I'll go for my father..."

"Wait! Wait a minute! ”

But Liancheng stopped him.

Shi Xiaolian looked at her daughter curiously: "What's wrong?" ”

Lian Cheng thought for a while, and said: "Before that, I also asked my father to invite Fu Gongzi to come to the mansion, I want to meet him." ”

Shi Xiaolian was a little hesitant, and finally, thinking of the mysterious background of this Fu Gongzi, he nodded: "It's okay, it's okay, Daddy doesn't have any skills, but it is still possible to choose a favorite Ruyi Langjun for his daughter." ”