Inside the chariot.

The Boshan furnace is filled with water and incense, and the light smoke slowly floats out in the furnace, wrapping around the furnace body.

The mountains on the furnace body are hazy and the beasts are floating, as if it is really the legendary fairy mountain "Boshan" on the sea.

It's a pity that the chariot is mixed with some inexplicable flavors, which destroys the unique floral fragrance and sweetness of the water agarwood.

Jian Zhongyi sits in the center of the chariot, his hair is like a waterfall, black and bright like paint, from the top to the tip, a string of four large beads.

The drifting green smoke was inhaled between the nose and the mouth along the airflow, and then exhaled again, stirring up the steady cloud of smoke.

Trembling slightly, he opened his eyes.

"Go down."

The girl bent up half of her body, her hands and feet were briskly cleaned up, she wiped the corners of her mouth, put on a brocade robe, and moved lightly, without a sound, her cool shirt was as thin as a cicada's wings, and she was hazy with a slender figure that moved people's hearts.

Another waitress came in, took the Boshan furnace, replaced it with a bronze turtle and crane stove, and lit a layer of incense with a stronger smell.

The ethereal cigarette smoke erupted from the turtle's mouth and gradually dispersed.

Jian Zhongyi leaned back, his spine covered with soft flesh, and his whole body relaxed.

The "lotus chair" under him divided his two arms, brought a cup of warm tea, lightly lifted the tea lid, lifted the floating leaves, and slowly fed it along with Jian Zhongyi's breathing.

It was a "lotus chair" composed of six women overlapping and intertwining, and as they breathed slowly, their chests rose and fell under the torn tulle, revealing a gorgeous complexion like jade.

Jian Zhongyi drank the tea, took a long breath of relief, and closed his eyes.

The lotus chair slowly wriggled and bloomed.

Jian Zhongyi lay down flat, no longer moving, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it has been.

A monk walked through the curtain and into the room.

He wore a golden cone hat and a silk red robe, with thick rosaries around his neck, and a heavy gold pendant on his earlobes that hung down, pulling the piercings extremely long, and shaking them was extravagant.

The monk stood still, took out a delicate leather pouch from his bosom, and took out two flat objects and placed them on the table.

"Fortunately, it is not dishonored, a total of one hundred and seven days, and it has been concocted, and it is a magic weapon for the integration of heaven and earth."

Jian Zhongyi opened his eyes, and there were two flat objects that were almost identical.

He straightened up, scrutinizing through the glimmer of the veil.

The two artifacts are very similar, the same dark purple and shiny, soft and thick to the touch, like a fused artifact, but the edges can faintly make out the traces of knife cuts.

"How?"

"After nine years of fine grinding and kneading, it can truly be as mellow and flexible as an ancestral magic weapon, which has been passed down for thousands of years and is completely complete."

"Are those two dead?"

"They only lived one night, and at noon they were sent to heaven, and they were fed to the Aquila with broken bones and meat."

Jian Zhongyi clasped his hands together: "Thank you, master." ”

The monk bowed slightly: "Amitabha! ”

Jian Zhongyi couldn't put down the playing device, as if he held the two beautiful girls completely in the palm of his hand.

A strong sense of conquest and satisfaction filled my heart, and even my appetite poured out of my stomach.

"Hungry!"

One order after another was passed backwards, and the entire back kitchen quickly took action.

Jian Zhongyi leaned down with satisfaction and asked casually: "Master, now that I am in office, I am ordered to deal with the Ghost Mother Sect, I don't know how the Yin Killing Water Mother believed in that sect is compared to the Snow Mountain Master?" ”

The monk bowed and said, "It's not as far as my Buddha." ”

"Oh? Is there a basis for this? ”

"The poor monk once had a face-to-face encounter with the members of the Ghost Mother Sect, and his body was entwined with resentment, and he was pure and pure.

According to historical records, the strength of the Great Dry Demon Queen is extraordinary, and the so-called Yin Killing Water Mother is probably a resentful god formed by the combination of his resentment after his death and the willingness of the majority of believers.

People eat grains, five animals, and all those who complain about the gods, and there is no one who does not absorb the blood and qi of living beings, then the ghost mother sect should suffer greatly.

The fetal bead pill they sacrificed by blood, and the poor monks guessed that it was not to recreate the master and expand the strength of the sect, but to support the ghost mother who couldn't fall off.

Such resentment of God, rootless, formless and incorporeal, not as good as my door to obtain the true Buddha, only need the Buddha power practiced by the Great Day Vajra Sutra to be excited, nothing to hide, and it should be dispersed.

However, this kind of resentful god is quite rare, and his strength is extremely high, and he may be able to refine it and become Lord Jane's protector god. ”

"Dharma Protector Heavenly God" Jian Zhongyi sighed for a long time, "Humanity is like a brocade of flowers, but I didn't come in spring." Wei Lin is tyrannical, Xu Yuelong is lazy, and the Demon Hunting Division is not good at fighting in the water, if he really misunderstands my cultivation, when will he be able to attain the Tao? ”

The monk bowed, and suddenly his heart moved, and he came to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain.

Outside the curtain was full of people looking at him, and his gaze crossed the people and saw a tall man with a red horse standing under the eaves.

"What a hard body!"

The monk's eyes lit up.

"What does the master mean by that?"

The monk stretched out his hand and pointed: "That man's big bones are comparable to tiger bones, and the Dharma bowl is excellent to make a hole with his bones!"

If you make up your mind to transfer to my Fa, the better the Dharma bowl will be, and the stronger the empowerment will be! ”

Jian Zhongyi looked through a corner of the curtain and saw the red BMW next to the young man: "Dragon's Blood Horse? Master, the dragon-blooded horse is a royal horse of the imperial court, not an official position, and the reward cannot be owned, so it is not easy to act rashly. ”

The monk clasped his hands together: "Pingyang County, you are the county commander." ”

"That's what I said."

Jian Zhongyi's eyes flashed slightly.

The county order, the county lord also.

On the way to martial arts, knowing that his fate has not entered the realm, it is difficult to hope for a martial saint for the rest of his life.

The dragon martial saint has a lifespan of eight hundred.

Enjoy endless glory and wealth.

Correct......

"It's a newcomer, and it's not in a hurry."

Jian Zhongyi shook his head.

Holding a dragon's blood horse, it's not easy to kill.

After all, this place is not the snowy mountain area.

The selection of the magic weapon still needs to be considered, and the action is made after the decision

Liang Qu touched his head.

For some reason, he was a little chilly, and when he looked back, there were only a few girls peeking over, and no one else.

Is it warm or cold in spring?

The male horse stepped on the stone curtain and pulled the cart.

In addition to the huge carriage of 80 square meters in front of the whole convoy, there are more than a dozen equally large carriages behind it, which are mighty and mighty, and there are even two carriages with smoke cooking on the roof, which is really an exaggeration.

It took a quarter of an hour for the long convoy to pass in front of Liang Qu.

The tooth man sighed: "Hey, this is really rich, the life of a big man, I can't even think of it, a car is bigger than the house where ordinary people live, a horse, and some injuries and hair are not something ordinary people can withstand." ”

Liang Qu couldn't help but nodded.

After taking root for half a year, he thought he was already mixing well, but in front of the real big shots, he still had to stand on the side of the street, waiting for the convoy to leave, like a minion.

What Yixing Township Hao, he can't get his identity at all.

There is still a long way to go!

Seeing the carriage passing by, Liang Qu no longer stayed, went to study at the academy and the medical center, and after two hours, rode home on Chishan.

Stepping through the gate, the craftsman who carved the shadow wall stood up to say hello.

On the shadow wall, the image of a huge giant ape has begun to take shape, and it is mighty.

Liang Qu nodded, and stepped over the shadow wall, where there were two masons in the courtyard, building the pool he had dug out.

The wellhead was blocked with stones by the beam canal, and the excess well water was controlled, and the whole well was dried, and now the wall of the well has been covered with a layer of green bricks, which has become more regular.

Out of the wellhead, the whole pool is also quite large, and the blue bricks are being built up one by one, and the masons are hammering the bricks, breaking half of them and embedding them completely.

After two days of drying, remove the stones and turn it into a real pool.

The things bought in the house were all in order, and the aroma of food came from the stove.

Comfortable.