No matter what the cicada was back then, how famous it was, now it is just a waste sword with a broken sword intent and a rotten sword body.

Zhang Ziqi chose it without hesitation, polished it with aura every day, nourished it with essence and blood, and after ten years, the cicada had such an appearance.

The world's weapon grades are divided into nine grades, and the chilling cicada that has been polished by Zhang Ziqi for many years has only recovered to the level of five grades, although it is beyond ordinary products, it cannot be called a sword.

And the reason why the sword of the Shaozong "Candle Flame", which was stolen by the servant youth, was able to cause the Divine Sword Sect to be pursued by the people so excitedly, was precisely because the grade of this sword had reached the level of the first grade.

You must know that the first-grade divine soldiers only exist in the weapon list and the legends of gods and monsters, and they are already at the top of the world from the first-grade to the world.

Looking at the entire sword abyss, the sword from the first grade is also rare.

The higher the level of the weapon, the greater the help for the monk, although the monk world does not advocate borrowing from outside objects, but it is undeniable that the Dharma Wealth Land is an important part of the monk's strength.

In the battle between people of the same realm, these factors often play a decisive role.

If it is assumed that the realm of both sides of the fight is equal, the monk with the superior practice consumes less, can cast more spells, and persists longer, and is more likely to win.

In the same way, cultivation resources such as pills, spirit stones, and talismans can all add a lot of help to the monks in the fight.

Su Qianqing looked at Zhang Ziqi, who was thinking about it, and said bitterly: "Let the senior brother see it." ”

After Wang Wenyao's toss, Su Qianqing felt that all that he had worked hard to make friends with Zhang Ziqi had done in vain.

It is human nature to tend to be inflammatory, Wang Wenyao can call the young monks of the Eastern Capital to cheer for him, and he is humiliated by him but does not dare to attack, but anyone with a brain knows how to choose.

"Is there any contradiction between this person and you?" Zhang Ziqi asked.

"There is not much conflict between the two of us, the key is the parents of both sides. Su Qianqing shrugged, "It's not a secret, his father is the prime minister of the dynasty, and my father is the imperial historian, the two have always disagreed politically, and they fight fiercely in the court, and our two families are also the same in private." ”

There is a sentence that Su Qianqing did not say, although Wang Wenyao is not in the same eye as himself, he has a close personal relationship with his brother, Wang Wenyao has made trouble with himself several times, I don't know if it is his instructions.

This is also the reason why Su Qianqing asked to go to the Divine Sword Sect to practice, the Su family is fighting for power and power, and his mother is from a down-and-out family, he does not have the power of his mother's family to rely on like other brothers.

Su Qianqing's personality is similar to that of his father, the head of the Su family, and he is more loved by him, and because of this, his brothers and sisters are crazy to squeeze out Su Qianqing, fearing that he will endanger his own interests.

Su Qianqing couldn't compete with them, and he didn't want to fight for anything, so he begged to be exiled to the Eastern Capital to manage the family business, and now he asked his father to help him enter the Divine Sword Sect, completely away from the struggle within the Su family.

Looking at Su Qianyue, who was frowning in the car, Su Qianqing sighed, if he could cultivate some fame in the Divine Sword Sect, the little sister would be more comfortable in the family.

"Let's go. After playing the romantic scene for so many years, Su Qianqing is a little unclear about what kind of person he is.

Everyone in the world says that bitches are ruthless and the drama is unrighteous, but he thinks that the prostitutes who sell jokes are much more affectionate than the people of the wealthy family.

Open the Zhumen in the south, look at the Qinglou in the north, the night has not come, the inside and outside of the intoxicated building are already brightly lit, the singing and singing and laughing are noisy, filling the whole street, so lively.

"Oh, Young Master Su, you haven't been here for a few days, the girls miss you to death!"

As soon as Su Qianqing entered the door, a fragrant wind struck, and a woman in her early thirties, plump figure, and charm greeted him with a smile on her face, and pressed two balls of white-faced steamed buns tightly on his arms.

Su Qianqing rubbed two handfuls on the woman's plump place, and stuffed a few silver tickets into her deep ditch, "Mother Wang, has your business been good lately?"

This woman's surname is Wang, she is the old bustard of the intoxicated building, and the girls are affectionately called her Wang mother, she was also a famous Oiran throughout the Eastern Capital, I don't know how many noble sons have fallen under her pomegranate skirt.

Now that the elegance has passed, she no longer accepts customers, but she is not good, but takes care of the business for the behind-the-scenes boss of the drunken building, with its eight-sided exquisite ability, the business of the drunken building is thriving, and gradually has the momentum of surpassing the other twelve dominant.

"Without your patronage, how can the business be called good......" Mother Wang half leaned in Su Qianqing's arms, looked at the few people around him quietly, and said coquettishly.

"Ahem!" Su Qianyue couldn't stand it anymore, and coughed twice to remind her merry brother.

Su Qianqing turned his head to look at the little sister dressed as a man, and Zhang Ziqi, who didn't eat fireworks, said helplessly: "Put a few jars of good wine, find two Qingqi people who can play the piano, and let Luzhu sing me two tunes to relieve my boredom." ”

Mother Wang has read countless people, her mind is exquisite, just looking at the corners of Su Qianyue's eyebrows, she knows that it is her daughter's body, although she doesn't know what her identity is, but she also understands Su Qianqing's difficulties, and her plump round buttocks rubbed on Su Qianqing's body, "Tianzi No. 1 has always been prepared for the son, I will let people arrange it." ”

Several guards were sent by Su Qianqing to drink flower wine, and a few people came to an extremely elegant room under the personal leadership of Wang's mother.

The beams and screens of the house are hung with red silk, which is quite mysterious, several bottles of incense burners are fragrant, and there are several ink paintings hanging on the wall, there are landscapes and insects and fish, and the paintings are all inscribed with poems in Juanjuanxiu.

Although the musk is strong, Zhang Ziqi, who has excellent five senses, smells the smell of chaos hidden in it, he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run, he suddenly understands what kind of joy Qinglou is looking for.

Zhang Ziqi's scalp was a little numb, if he let the little junior sister know that he had been to this kind of place, he would have to screw his ears off, thinking that Su Qianqing would also enter the Divine Sword Sect in the future, Zhang Ziqi's eyes lit up, and he had the idea of killing him.

"Ahh

The courtyard is a little deep,

Cloud window fog pavilion spring late,

For whom is haggard and devastated Fangzi.

Come and sleep well at night,

It should be a southern branch.

Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hatred,

The south building Qiang pipe is resting and blowing.

Who knows if the fragrance blows,

Warm wind sooner or later,

Don't go to apricot blossom fertilizer.

This poem is inscribed on a plum map, which is different from the traditional plum blossom picture, this painting is a scene of plum blossoms withering, two or three remnant flowers isolated on the branches, large petals falling, and the snow on the ground melts into one color, and the falling flowers and words are intertwined, which is very desolate.

Su Qianqing, who boasted of having some talent, was ashamed of himself, he had read poetry and books for so many years, and accepted the personal teaching of Confucianism in Zhongshan, but he couldn't write such poems or draw such ink plums.

Su Qianqing applauded after chanting several times, but he couldn't find the author's name on the calligraphy and painting, and couldn't help asking: "I don't know which famous artist made this calligraphy and painting, can Mother Wang tell me?"

"Famous?" Mother Wang covered her mouth and giggled, "Su Gongzi is really good at laughing, where did you come from, everyone, this painting is just a girl in our family who is bored and bored." ”

"Which girl has this talent?"

"It's a newcomer to the Qing Dynasty, whose name is Yu Luoying. She was adopted by her aunt when she was a child, and her aunt also died a few days ago, she was kicked out of the house, and she was living on the streets with nowhere to go. ”

"But the surname of the former dynasty is Yu?" Su Qianqing groaned.

"Eh, Master Su, this can't be nonsense," Mother Wang frowned slightly, and then patted Su Qianqing on the body and said angrily: "Even if I lend ten guts, I don't dare to take in the remnants of the previous dynasty, it is a carp fish." ”

"Oh, what a rare surname, Lu Zhu won't be called for the time being, let's invite this talented fish girl to me first. ”