After Tang Ba found the medicine for both internal and external use, and after suffering in the backyard, Zheng Ze got up and wrapped it in cloth and brought the clay pot to Flame Lingji's room.

Everything in the world will not be as you expected, and people themselves are variables.

Just like the beauty at this moment, she is sitting on the edge of the bed, and her originally bright pretty face is slightly pale.

"He's Xinzheng's fastest killer, what are you going to do with him?" Zheng Ze just sighed and didn't say much.

This stunning beauty who has been taught repeatedly, he feels a little tricky. If she was born later, she would definitely be a bad student who would give the teacher a headache!

Hearing his voice, Flame Spirit Ji, who knew that he was at a loss, raised her delicate face, "This time he is only one person, I didn't lose!" ”

Pouring out the medicinal soup in the crockpot and putting it in the bowl to rest the residue, Zheng Ze didn't look back, "What's the difference between losing and winning?" ”

However, Flame Spirit Ji has her own reasoning.

"I've investigated, he's the leader of the Nightfall Killer organization, and since Nightfall didn't make a move, it means that he didn't report your matter. Just kill him and you won't be exposed. She said with reason.

She didn't say that that day by the river, at a certain moment, she felt a trace of loss of consciousness from Zheng Ze, which had never been seen before.

Picking up the bowl, Zheng Ze resisted the urge to roll his eyes and came to her.

"You've investigated, how?"

Hearing this, the expression on her pretty face froze slightly, she pursed her red lips lightly, and said, "The Seven Peerless Hall investigated." ”

She took the bowl and tilted her head to one side.

Zheng Ze pursed his lips, "Seven Peerless Halls ......"

He had always only heard the news of the Seven Peerless Hall, and he had never expected them to collect any useful information except for letting them pay attention to Madam Hu once.

At first, they only looked for the Seven Peerless Hall because they were an organized and usable population, and after contact, they found that their cohesion and work style were not bad, but that's all.

"It's useless to extinguish your mouth, and you can't escape what you should face. After today, the news that I got through the night didn't do anything to me, so you don't have to worry about that anymore. ”

Zheng Ze still explained softly, thinking of her original intention, he didn't say anything.

I'm changing, but I'm actually changing.

On the riverbank that day, the ink crow did surprise himself. Maybe it's because the soul that is different from this world always makes people unconsciously have a detached perspective, and then slowly throws away the initial caution.

It's the same with Flame Spirit Ji suddenly going to find the ink crow to match the line, she is not a puppet with a string, she can always create a little surprise for herself. Her thoughts are very naïve, naïve and somewhat cute.

This world is unexpectedly exciting, so you have to be strict with yourself. The state of man is a constant flow of water, and he has realized what shape he should be.

Raising her head, the woman's blue pupils looked at Zheng Ze, "So you have a way?" ”

Facing the beauty's inquiry, Zheng Ze nodded seriously, not letting her settle down, and didn't know what other naïve things to do.

Seeing this, a hint of discoloration flashed between Flame Spirit Ji's beautiful eyes, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

Zheng Ze didn't plan to reason with her, it was a stupid choice. just said: "Hurry up and drink the medicine, the internal breath is disordered, and if you don't regulate it in time, it will cause hidden dangers." ”

Glancing at the medicinal soup in her hand, Flame Spirit Ji pursed her lips, but didn't say anything. His eyes were fixed on the abrasion on her left arm, which must have been caused by the flying feathers of the ink crow.

"You look so good, why do you always think about fighting and killing, what if you make your face spent?" Unlike in the past, Zheng Ze now does not speak as respectfully as before, but expresses his emotions and attitudes unabashedly.

I tasted the bitter decoction and didn't dislike anything. is not a golden jade body, she has never been hypocritical.

looked at Zheng Ze, listening to the praise of the secret poke, and a smile hung on his beautiful face, "My face, is it good-looking?" ”

Zheng Ze looked at her silently, is it good-looking, do you still need to ask? If you feel that she does not meet the aesthetics, Gongsun Linglong at this time should be in Shaohua, and you can consider it.

Reading the answer he wanted from his face, Flame Spirit Ji's smile became more and more beautiful, "It's a pity, no matter how beautiful it is, it doesn't belong to you." It's useless for some people to be anxious, aren't you angry? ”

During this time, Zheng Ze pursued the principle of getting along with her to appease her heart, and it has been fruitful, so she showed her bewitching and beautiful side.

However, in her eyes, Zheng Ze looked as usual, and nodded lightly, "What you said is that it's useless for me to be in a hurry." The medicine for external use is on the table, you clean it up yourself, I'll go to practice the sword first. ”

With that, he got up and left.

Behind him, Flame Spirit Ji's smile froze on her pretty face, and she looked at his back as she left.

Dai frowned slightly, and the medicine in his mouth suddenly became more bitter for some reason, could he be really angry?

What you just said, seems a bit excessive?

Looking at the medicine on the table, the frowning brows couldn't be relaxed, and he didn't change the medicine for himself this time.

After drinking all the medicine in the bowl, he casually put his hand on the wooden table at the head of the bed, hesitated for a moment, but got up and walked to the window, and poked his head out.

The young man held the sword as usual, and he never seemed to slack off. But this time, Flame Spirit Ji's expression was complicated, and her mind was unconsciously a little disturbed.

Zheng Ze swung his sword while filtering the previous things in his mind, examining whether there were any mistakes.

The story of the ink crow reminds me that there are no absolutes in the world. It's like although he guessed the reason why Mo Crow didn't make a move on him, he still couldn't figure out his psychological journey.

When you decide to release the Warring States Policy before this timeline, you must be prepared to face the torrent waves.

It is not the same that an unknown person holds the two major artifacts of papermaking and printing, and that a well-known celebrity creates them. From this day on, his name Zheng Ze is destined to appear in front of the world.

He was ready, and at the moment there was a feeling that I was not trying to pick the stars and the moon, I was going to let the stars and the moon come to me.

After wielding a simple set of swordsmanship, if you find it carefully, Zheng Ze's movements are not different from the description of swordsmanship, almost as if carved out of a template.

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Zheng Ze shook his head, after practicing to the fourth layer in that breath, he had a feeling that since it was a breath, he naturally had a breath and a breath, and practicing the sword was to make a sword.

Putting the heavy sword aside, Zheng Ze went back to the pavilion to wipe his sweat, and then went to Flame Lingji's room.

……

In the peaceful place where the flowers bloom and the birds whisper, the sound of reading is faintly heard in the distance.

A man in Confucian clothes sat upright in front of the desk, looking at the books spread out on the desk, and not far from him, in a pavilion supported by eight stone pillars, the sound of conversation could be heard.

"The history recorded in this book is contrary to the way of the saints."

"It's just that it is written down, and there are holy deeds in the heart that are clear from the clear, so why should the senior brother be obsessed with the Tao itself?"

After being silent for a while, the former's tone seemed to change, "That's right, it is said that this policy came from South Korea, and I remember that Han Fei returned to China not long ago?" ”

"Yes, Han Fei went home with his dream, I didn't expect that besides him, there are such people in Korea, maybe his dream will be even more exciting." The old man raised his hair in a high bundle, stroked his beard, and said slowly.

The old man, who was called Senior Brother, pondered for a moment, then stood up, facing the mountains and valleys in front of him, "The content of the book is not mentioned for the time being, the material for writing the text is simple and thin, and the text is neat and uniform, not like copying one by one. I seem to see a new possibility. ”

The old man kneeling in front of the desk smiled lightly and pressed the windblown paper with his hand, "Since Senior Brother has already made a decision, why should he hesitate?" ”

I saw the old man standing under the pavilion nodding faintly, and then listened to him call, "Fu Nian." ”

The man in Confucian clothes turned his head when he heard the sound, and immediately got up and walked towards the octagonal pavilion.

While ordinary people are shocked by what is in front of them, the thinker has begun to consider the implications. A seed is planted in the land of the Seven Kingdoms, waiting for time to ferment and sprout.