"What are you going to do, tell me about it?" Ji Ruoshui asked.

"The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, if the expectations are not high, naturally there will be nothing to disappoint." Zhang Mu said.

Hearing this, Ji Ruoshui thought about it slightly, and instantly understood what Zhang Mu meant.

If you are already happy about a broken thing, when the broken thing suddenly becomes flawless, then the liking will also become ecstatic!

Thinking of this, Mei's eyes flashed, and she said, "Senior brother, I didn't expect you to grasp people's hearts so accurately!" ”

When Zhang Mu heard the praise, it was rare that he didn't brag about it, but said: "It's a pity that I haven't been able to grasp my senior sister's thoughts. ”

Ji Ruoshui smiled and said, "What do you do to grasp my mind?" ”

Zhang Mu glanced at the figure of Ji Ruoshui Miaoman greedily, and said jokingly: "Of course, I want to give my senior sister a!" ”

Ji Ruoshui glanced at Zhang Mu with disgust, and said, "Hmph, it's not in shape!" ”

After speaking, he turned his back and turned over, and the corners of his mouth moved upwards imperceptibly.

on the field.

An Shanhe was not surprised, avoided the next two rounds of competition, and directly entered the final competition.

When he got up to salute and thank him, everyone in Beishun Kingdom saw his lameness, and their faces showed a look of regret, and they secretly sighed that such a good talent had a leg disease.

The envoys of Changdi Kingdom showed the opposite expression, if it were not for the national prestige, they might have used this to slander.

One of the middle-aged monks who accompanied him looked at An Shanhe's eyes, and a sinister gaze flashed for no reason.

Liu Ying's side is similar to what Zhang Mu expected, although she also regrets An Shanhe's legs and feet, but she can still accept this defect.

Therefore, after the first day of the competition, Liu Ying took the initiative to invite An Shanhe into the palace, wanting to confirm whether An Shanhe was the person in his dreams.

The two met in a garden pavilion in the harem.

An Shanhe cautiously looked at the willow warbler in front of him, and said a little timidly: "Xiao, Xiaosheng meets the princess!" ”

Liu Ying smiled brightly and said tentatively: "You are not like this in your dreams!" ”

An Shanhe's face turned red and said: "Xiao Sheng really doesn't know how to explain the things in the dream, and I hope the princess won't blame it!" ”

When Liu Ying heard this, she confirmed that the person was An Shanhe, and said with a smile: "Such a mysterious thing really can't be explained." ”

The two of them have already had the joy of fish and water in the demon refining pot, and after confirming each other, they are gradually no longer cramped.

began to talk openly as in the demon refining pot, and lasted until late at night, and the two were reluctant to separate.

An Shanhe returned to the inn, and as soon as he entered the guest room, he saw Zhang Mu sitting in the room, holding a book and reading at night with candles, as if he was waiting for him to return.

I didn't know Zhang Mu's intention, so he immediately leaned down and knelt down, and said with some trepidation: "Immortal, immortal master, when I competed today, I had no choice but to use the immortal master's master's masterpiece, and I hope that the immortal master will not blame!" ”

Zhang Mu ignored it and continued to look at the scroll in his hand, as if he was unfathomable.

When An Shanhe saw that Zhang Mu copied poems from him, he didn't seem to care at all, and began to think in his heart whether he had provoked this immortal master somewhere.

Zhang Mu caught a glimpse of An Shanhe's anxious appearance out of the corner of his eyes, and smiled secretly in his heart, the feeling of pretending to be a master was really dark.

Putting down the scroll, he looked out the window with his hands in his hands, and said lightly: "It's just a clumsy song, you don't need to mind." ”

An Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you for the magnanimity of the Immortal Master, I don't know why the Immortal Master is waiting for Xiaosheng late at night?" ”

"You are out of the limelight today, and Changdi Kingdom is to protect the country's prestige, I'm afraid it will be unfavorable to you in these two days!" Zhang Mu said.

"Huh?" An Shanhe was taken aback and said: "The two countries are more upright, and they will attack me regardless of their own country's face?" ”

"What if God doesn't know it?" Zhang Mu turned around and asked.

When An Shanhe heard this, his face showed a trace of panic, and he said nervously: "Immortal Master, then what should I do now?" ”

During the day, Zhang Mu found that Changdi Guo wanted to be unfavorable to Anshanhe, and he was waiting here to ensure his safety, so he said: "With me here, you can rest assured!" ”

As he spoke, he glanced out of the door and continued, "Maybe after these two days, your leg disease can also be healed." ”

"Really?" An Shanhe's heart shook suddenly, and he asked in disbelief: "Immortal Master, are you telling the truth?" Can my legs get better? ”

"Maybe you won't have to wait two days."

As soon as Zhang Mu's words fell, a woman dressed in black walked outside the door, knocked on the door, and said softly, "Is Gongzi An here?" ”

An Shanhe turned his head to look at the figure outside the door, and asked Zhang Mu in a low voice: "Immortal Master, is it sent by Changdi Kingdom outside the door?" ”

Zhang Mu nodded and said, "Go open the door." ”

"Huh?" An Shanhe cringed and said fearfully, "Does the immortal master really want me to open the door?" ”

"Go, I'll keep you safe." Zhang Mu said confidently.

An Shanhe took a few deep breaths, slowly came to the door, opened the door suddenly, and then quickly retreated to Zhang Mu's side.

Seeing this, Zhang Mu did not sneer.

When most ordinary people meet monks, they actually react similarly to An Shanhe, and they instinctively produce fear and timidity in their hearts.

After all, in their eyes, the monks' methods were too unbelievable, and they couldn't help but be afraid.

Outside the door, the woman in black lifted her hood, showing a delicate face of eighteen or nineteen years old, smiled at An Shanhe, walked in slowly, and said, "The little woman has seen An Gongzi." ”

An Shanhe saw that the woman only greeted him, her face was both scared and strange, there was obviously Zhang Mu in the room, why did she turn a blind eye?

Thinking of this, he turned around and took a look, and found that there was nothing behind him, not even a figure.

Suddenly shocked, he asked himself in a panic, where did the immortal master go, what should I do now?

Seeing An Shanhe's nervous look, the corners of her mouth lifted, closed the door, and came straight to An Shanhe's side, saying, "Is An Gongzi afraid of me?" ”

An Shanhe's heart was pounding now, and he stammered slightly: "No, no, who are you, why did you come to me in the middle of the night?" ”

The woman took off her black robe, revealing a light profane garment, and her delicate and delicate body loomed under the translucent profane garment.

raised his smooth pink arm, put it on An Shanhe's shoulder, and said with a charming look: "The little woman admires An Gongzi's amazing poetic talent, and I want to have a long talk with An Gongzi tonight." ”

As he spoke, he spit out a faint white gas towards Anshan River.

An Shanhe only took a sip and immediately fell asleep.

The woman caught the fallen Anshanhe, laid him flat on the bed, then rode to his chest, pointed at the sides of his forehead, and began to perform the technique of drawing the mind into a dream.

After a while, I saw that on the head of the Ansan River, a cloud and mist water mirror slowly condensed, which showed that the Ansan River was dreaming of the Spring Festival.

At this time, outside the room, Zhang Mu and Sanniang were hanging in the air, clearly watching every move in the room, this room seemed to be transparent in their eyes.

This situation is due to the fact that Zhang Mu arranged the demon refining pot in An Shanhe's room at the beginning, and used a small space to transform into the appearance of the original room.

Therefore, the place where An Shanhe and the black-robed woman entered was not An Shanhe's original room at all, but came to the demon refining pot.

Zhang Mu saw the content on the cloud and mist water mirror, and immediately understood Chang Diguo's plan.

is to use this way to consume An Shanhe's mind, so that in the later competitions, he will not be able to concentrate on playing the real level.

I couldn't help laughing, even if An Shanhe really sang every night, as long as he gave a poem in his previous life that fitted the topic, he could still make An Shanhe the leader of the Poetry Fighting Conference.

However, if you come and don't be rude, since Chang Diguo uses this kind of subordinate method, then he must also use the way of others to govern his body.

Then Xiang Sanniang ordered: "You go and charm that woman's mind." ”

Sanniang responded, flew forward, looked at the woman's eyes, and the charm flashed a few times.

Since the woman was only refining qi and cultivating, her eyes showed a confused look in an instant.

Sanniang said: "Master, what should I do next?" ”

Zhang Mu took out the only remaining special medicine powder, took out a ball of drunken 100 days, mixed it into it, stirred his fingers, and poured it all into Anshanhe's mouth.

The corner of his mouth smiled, and he said, "Let that woman have a real Spring Festival dream." ”

Sanniang immediately understood, and the charm in her beautiful eyes flashed again, and the woman began to take the initiative to untie An Shanhe's wide clothes, take off the obscene clothes on her body, and stick to it tightly.

Zhang Mu saw that it was already in place, so he let Sanniang stay here, and he went to a space and refined the sub-array.

The second night.

Under the influence of the art of charm, the two fought non-stop for a day and a night, until they were exhausted and fell asleep.

Sanniang saw that Zhang Mu's goal had been achieved, and immediately notified Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu returned here, glanced at the two of them, stretched out his fingers to gather a ball of spiritual light, and flicked it on the woman's calf.

Then, he was sent to the real room of Ansanhe.

After a small half-ring.

The woman woke up and found that her clothes were gone, and there was no Anshanhe in the house, and her expression was immediately shocked.

After thinking about it for a while, I found that all the memories I could remember were pictures of love with An Shanhe.

made her, who was still a virgin, a hot blush rise on her face, followed by a burst of anger.

When she thought that she was counting the time in silence, she felt a chill behind her.

I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I picked up a sheet and wrapped it around my body, and I was bound to leave here as soon as possible.

But as soon as I got out of bed, I plopped and fell directly to the ground, and when I got up again, I found that my calf was lame at some point!

Suppressing the fear in his heart, he limped out of the door.

In the Demon Refining Pot.

Zhang Mu condensed several spiritual threads as thin as hair in his hands, pierced into the legs of the sleeping An Shanhe, and began to heal him.

Next to him, Ji Ruoshui asked puzzledly, "Senior brother, why did you make that woman's leg lame?" ”