Song Pingzi didn't expect that this was really the place where the saint lived before I don't know how long ago, and I heard her call herself "Zhang Lang", and for this old man, he said that he was the descendant of "Zhang Biao", which was basically determined.

This Zhang Chengjie is also very knowledgeable, and took the saint and Song Pingzi into the village and went directly to the east of the village. Without the saint saying anything, after a while, several villagers who originally lived here left with their bags.

Song Pingzi was a little unbearable and asked, "Where are they going to be placed?" ”

"The seniors can rest assured, they will temporarily live in a few families in the village, and after the seniors' houses are rebuilt, they will find another place to build." Zhang Chengjie bowed and replied.

"Zhang Lang doesn't have to worry about these people, he is a junior, and he occupies our mansion, and there is no punishment is already mercy." But the saint didn't think anything was wrong at all.

"Yes, yes, what the predecessors said is extremely true. The descendants have forgotten their roots. "An old man, a self-proclaimed junior, made Song Pingzi feel speechless, but fortunately, he did not have this worry, and there were no heirs today. I'm afraid Song Pingcun will have this trouble!

It was inconvenient to speak anymore, so Song Pingzi could only watch the villagers called by the holy woman command Zhang Chengjie to demolish all the original houses and rebuild the houses.

In Yitong, although the villagers are all cultivators of the mortal realm, they also get it from the morning to the time when it is about to dark.

The new house, which does not look luxurious on the outside, is just an ordinary farm yard, and there is nothing peculiar about it.

However, after the house was built, the saint took out a piece of jade from the storage ring and stood in front of the small courtyard. The jade is one zhang long and two feet wide, and the jade hand is lightly raised, and an aura shoots out from the index finger and engraves four words on the jade: "Yin and Yang Duzhang".

The four words are completely different from the demeanor of the saint, but they seem to come from the hands of a man, and they are domineering.

Song Pingzi is still thinking about what these four words mean, those four words seem to be like giving jade some spirituality, a surprising scene appeared, the words "yin and yang" are clearly cold and hot, but there is no temperature overflow, the word "Du" is more like the power of King's Landing, and the word "Zhang" flashes with golden light, as if plated with a layer of gold.

The villagers who were standing behind Song Pingzi and the Holy Maiden were still nervous, seeing this scene, as if they had seen some miracle, and suddenly they all knelt on the ground in Song Pingzi's strange eyes, and a unified voice sounded in their mouths: "I have seen the ancestor." ”

"Get up! It's rare that you haven't forgotten your roots and know what these four words mean. The holy woman stood in front of Song Pingzi with her hands behind her back, coupled with the power of the God King Realm, she was like a queen, and she didn't look back and seemed to know the result.

This scene made Song Pingzi really shocked, and he couldn't figure out what was going on at all.

But the saint in front of her did not immediately turn back to Song Pingzi's side as she did at the beginning, but took a few steps forward, walked to the jade tablet that she threw out and carved herself, looked at the jade tablet quietly, and looked at the small courtyard, as if she was remembering something.

Song Pingzi was vigilant in his heart, suffered, could it be that the Chaos Soul Divine Pill had failed.

was about to leave desperately, but the saint turned around, but her voice and demeanor did not change in the slightest, "Zhang Lang, are you still satisfied?" ”

After speaking, he walked over with a smile, and passed a hand through Song Pingzi's arm, "Let's go, let's go home." ”

After this set of actions, Song Pingzi could only temporarily give up the plan to escape and follow towards the small courtyard.

A group of villagers who knelt down behind them didn't dare to make a sound, and they didn't dare to move until the saint sent out the three words "all retreat", and then got up and retreated silently.

Song Pingzi didn't know what the reason for this scene was or what was going on, and he didn't dare to speak, because if he said too much, he would lose.

It is exactly the same as the normal villagers' courtyard, the hall house, the wings on both sides, and the backyard are estimated to be the kitchen, not the courtyards of the rich and noble. The furnishings inside the house are not obtrusive from the outside, and even the lighting in the house is an oil lamp, not the night pearl usually used by cultivators.

The two walked into the house, and Song Pingzi was pressed by the saint to sit down on the main seat.

Next, the saint was like a peasant woman, busy making a few side dishes. He even took out a pot of wine from the storage ring and accompanied Song Pingzi to dinner, not to mention that Song Pingzi had not tasted such delicious dishes for a long time, although they were not expensive, they were just small dishes from the farmhouse, a plate of star beast meat, but it was seen that the saint was good at cooking.

"Zhang Lang is still satisfied?" The saint rarely moved her chopsticks, but just looked at Song Pingzi quietly.

Such a delicacy also made Song Pingzi not think so much for the time being, because the Jishan Heart Sutra in the body was running, and it had been determined that it was a dish, without any other substances. If you come to eat boldly, you can see that the saint's eyes are shining.

"I'm quite satisfied, I didn't know you had such a craft." As soon as Song Pingzi spoke, he knew that something was wrong.

Fortunately, the saint didn't seem to notice it, but said with some resentment: "Back then, Zhang Lang disliked the concubine body and only cared about the appetite of the stomach!" ”

"That's when I was stupid." Song Pingzi had no choice but to scold himself once, and secretly said in his heart, I scolded the one called Zhang Lang, not myself.

As night wore on, the saint packed up everything like a village woman and closed her door. even made a good foot wash water and washed Song Pingzi's feet. All kinds of signs that made Song Pingzi feel embarrassed were still coming.

"Zhang Lang, the concubine has already made the bed, let's rest early." The saint's steps were brisk, and Song Pingzi could even hear the joy of the saint from the footsteps.

Hearing this, Song Pingzi really had a big head. Can the Chaos Soul Divine Pill be chaotic to this extent!? I don't know if my refusal will stimulate the saintess, after all, when I was caught up, the cold voice of the saint was still in my ears, and Song Pingzi didn't dare to take this risk.

Whether it was grinding like a big girl, or all kinds of excuses, Song Pingzi still had to walk from the hall to the bed side of the wing room and sit down after all.

He even asked the level counselor in his heart, but he could usually give a level counselor, but there was no way at this time. It's karmic fire, and it is proposed that he simply dispatch it, but it is hard to say whether it will be effective or not. After Karmic Fire was restrained and forced to confess his master, although his ability improved, it was still limited after all.

The holy woman who blew out the oil lamp closed the door of the wing room and walked to the bedside, and saw that Song Pingzi was still sitting with her clothes, and said softly and naturally: "Zhang Lang, the concubine is your wide clothes." ”

A pair of slender jade hands came over, and Song Pingzi hurriedly grabbed it and said: "I'm a little unwell, it's just right to meditate and cultivate at night, why don't you rest first, I'll go to another room." ”

"Zhang Lang, have you forgotten that I am the best healing elixir?" The voice of the saint was full of temptation.

Song Pingzi wanted to stand up, but the holy woman's hand grabbed his shoulder, where is the power of the god king that Song Pingzi can resist, a breath emanated from the holy woman's body, Song Pingzi didn't even have time to react, and his body softened.

Perhaps the saint didn't care about Song Pingzi's realm at all, a nephrite warm body had already pressed up, and a spiritual power in the palm of the saint's hand ignored the resistance of Song Pingzi's meridians, and rushed straight into the sea of qi, and the breath that penetrated was blocked, not to mention that the spiritual power could not even exert the power of instinct.

The powerful aura of the God King had already restrained Song Pingzi's body, "Bold boy, it's only your own fault that you sent it to the door, the old lady didn't even go to see the excitement of the female constellation, how could there be no compensation." ”

Song Pingzi only now knew that it was really bad! When this woman came to her senses, I don't know at all.

However, the aura that made him paralyzed was getting stronger and stronger, and his consciousness began to be confused, and the karmic fire and peace counselor sensed Song Pingzi's situation and was shocked! hurriedly rushed to Zhihai, wanting to keep Song Pingzi conscious. But they were forced back by a light emitted by the seed that had been fused in the Purple Mansion, and they were restrained in a corner of the sea of knowledge, unable to move.

A violent wind and waves set off in the sea, Song Pingzi only felt like an optimus pillar standing in the sea, constantly bearing the beating from the wind and waves, from the very beginning of the hard confrontation, slowly without support and subsequent weakness, the Optimus Pillar could only ripple with the waves, and the realm began to fall from the realm of the god body, and the realm of gods and men ...... The mortal realm went all the way down, and the breath gradually withered.

The holy woman's hand gently stroked Song Pingzi's face like an object of appreciation, "The little god's physical realm is also so bold, the concubine body can really admire." ”

Song Pingzi's consciousness was almost completely confused at this time, and he had no ability to fight at all, as the waves set off by the saint became bigger and bigger, the wind and waves destroyed Song Pingzi's only little consciousness, and let out an unwilling cry in the purple mansion, Ping Shence suddenly found that his restraints disappeared, and when Song Pingzi's qi sea was only a trace of aura left, he guided the crazy operation of the Jishan Heart Sutra.

The saintess noticed something strange at this time, and let out a sneer from her mouth, "It's kind of interesting. No wonder you have so much courage! ”