Song Qingshu didn't understand why Wuyunzhu was hiding, and while feeling that he was too old to keep up with the rhythm of the little girl's thoughts, he walked over and opened the door.

"Is it you?" Looking at the purple-clothed girl at the door, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be a little surprised, he kept thinking about whether he lied to him or to him when Suo Etu asked about his daughter's whereabouts after opening the door.

"It's not who I am," Ah Zi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she stuck her head in and looked around, "Could it be that the master is waiting for other girls?"

"Nonsense. Song Qingshu's cheeks were hot, blocking her vision without a trace, and coughed lightly, "Is there anything wrong with coming to me so late?"

Ah Zi sneakily closed the door, came to Song Qingshu, carefully took out a booklet from his arms, and handed it over like a treasure: "Master, this is the "Yijin Sutra" that Ah Zi intercepted by stealing beams and changing pillars before. ”

Flipping through the thin secret book in his hand at will, Song Qingshu's expression suddenly moved: In his previous life, the Internet often discussed how to reverse the situation in the face of the powerful Mongolia when he traveled back to the Southern Song Dynasty and became Guo Jing, and in the face of the powerful Mongolia, he was thinking at that time, and made the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending into teaching materials, and sent them to his soldiers.

However, when Song Qingshu really crossed into this martial arts world, he found that this method has several big problems, one is the problem of secrecy, so many people will, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not spread to Mongolia, and then the Mongolians will also have these magic skills, then they will have no advantage; ...

Although these problems are a headache, they are not the most fundamental, and the most fundamental problem is that even if these peerless martial arts secrets are placed in front of the soldiers, they will not be able to learn them. You must know that the literate people in this era are all literati, they take the route of the imperial examination, and those who choose to be soldiers are basically some old and coarse, illiterate characters, let them learn the top exercises in the martial arts, just like in later generations, you let a farmer who faces the loess with his back to the sky all his life learn partial differential equations, and there are ghosts who can learn it. Although Song Qingshu has always had the idea of popularizing the secret of divine skills, he has never had a clue.

However, seeing the graphics on the secret book in his hand, Song Qingshu had a kind of unexpected joy, with his current martial arts, the improvement of the Yijin Sutra to him can be described as dispensable, but these graphics in the Yijin Sutra Secret Book, but it provides a good way for ordinary people to quickly become miraculous, cultivators do not need to be literate, do not need to have any martial arts foundation, as long as they follow these graphics to practice, they can always practice a little bit of true qi.

You must know that in the original work, Tan Zhi can be said to be a martial artist, and he is notoriously low in qualifications, but he can practice the Yijin Sutra, all thanks to these graphics.

Of course, practicing according to these graphics is not without side effects, that is, it is easy to get started, but it is difficult to touch the true essence of the Yi Jin Sutra for the rest of his life, but Song Qingshu is not cultivating any martial arts alliance master, as long as the soldiers can cultivate the true qi of Yi Jin, how can it care so much?

Thinking of the thousands of soldiers under his command who knew how to change the Jingjing, Song Qingshu couldn't help but start giggling.

"Master, master, what's wrong with you?" suddenly heard Ah Zi's worried call in his ears.

Song Qingshu finally came to his senses and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth without showing a trace: "It's nothing." ”

Seeing that he was back to normal, Ah Zi breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah Zi is so well-behaved this time, does the master have any rewards?"

Looking at the coquettish girl in front of him, it was difficult for Song Qingshu to connect her with the vicious demon girl, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly: The Great Law of Soul Transfer is really a good thing, and it is better than the hypnotism in those film and television dramas in later generations.

"Master~" Seeing that Song Qingshu was distracted again, Ah Zi couldn't help but say coquettishly.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu came back to his senses and replied awkwardly, "What reward does Ah Zi want?"

"Hmm......" Ah Zi frowned, obviously full of distress in her heart, "Ah Zi won't be able to think of anything for a while, so let's wait for Ah Zi to think of it in the future and then tell the master." ”

"It's fine. Song Qingshu nodded slightly, and suddenly found that Ah Zi was actually walking towards the bed, and couldn't help but be shocked, and stopped in front of her, "You...... What are you going to do?"

"You are my master, of course I have to warm your bed?" Ah Zi looked natural, but expressed puzzlement at Song Qingshu's reaction.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu secretly complained, there is still a girl hidden in the bed now, if the two girls meet, it will really be wronged, obviously he has not done anything, but he will be regarded as a womanizer by the two women.

Although our Song Qingshu has never minded being misunderstood and lustful, it is often when he really takes advantage of it, and he is absolutely unwilling to do something like tonight when he doesn't steal a fish but gets into trouble.

"I don't need it tonight, Zhang Zhenren lives nearby, and the impact is not good. Song Qingshu waved his hand awkwardly.

"People don't make a sound. The little girl stretched out her little tongue seductively and licked her lips.

Song Qingshu's heart jumped: Sure enough, she is a little demon girl, and she seduces people so directly.

"It's really inconvenient today, just now I removed the cold poison for Miss Ren, which caused a lot of real qi consumption, and I will have to meditate and practice alone later......" Song Qingshu sighed sadly, but he was annoyed in his heart, if it weren't for the black cloud beads, he wouldn't have to stay alone in the empty bed tonight.

"That's right," Ah Zi looked disappointed, but when she thought of the loophole in his words, she quickly became happy, "Then I'll come back tomorrow night to serve my master." With that, he jumped up and walked to the door.

"Ah Zi, Ah Zi, are you inside?" At this time, You Tanzhi's knock suddenly came from outside the door, and he could be heard full of anxiety and worry at this time.

Ah Zi frowned, ran to Song Qingshu's side, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "Master, Ah Zi doesn't want to see this nasty ghost, go to the bed and hide for a while." ”

Before Song Qingshu could object, she got into the embroidery tent by dividing five by two.

"Ah~" Two exclamations sounded in the embroidery tent at the same time.

"Ah Zi, what's wrong with you?" You Tan outside the door was in a hurry, and without waiting for a response, his internal force was shocked, so he pushed open the door and broke in.

Song Qingshu's face suddenly sank: "Who allowed you to come in?"

"I seem to hear Ah Zi's voice. You Tanzhi didn't pay attention to him, but searched around the house, "Ah Zi, are you here?"

Song Qingshu frowned and stopped in front of him: "She's not here." ”

"I obviously heard her voice!" Although he was a little jealous of Song Qingshu's martial arts, but when he thought of Ah Zi's obedience to him, You Tanzhi couldn't help but be jealous, and his words were not so polite.

Song Qingshu said lightly: "You heard it wrong. ”

Seeing Song Qingshu's words, You Tanzhi couldn't help but hesitate a little, he even had Ah Zi's voice in his dreams, so he wasn't sure if it was his own auditory hallucinations just now: "That...... I'll look elsewhere. ”

Song Qingshu nodded slightly, this You Tanzhi is also a poor person in the final analysis, and he didn't bother to bother with the other party, so he waved his hand casually. Who knew that when he was about to turn around and leave, there was a sudden sound of "Hmm~" in the embroidered tent, You Tanzhi's huo ran changed color, and the whole person rushed to the tent at once.

Song Qingshu was thinking about other things, and he lost his mind for a while, and he actually picked up the embroidered tent.