Inside the chariot. The Boshan furnace is filled with water and agarwood, and light smoke slowly floats out of the furnace and wraps around the furnace body. The mountains on the furnace body are hazy and animals are floating, as if it is really the legendary fairy mountain "Boshan" on the sea. It's a pity that the chariot was mixed with some unexplainable smell, which destroyed the unique floral fragrance and sweetness of the water agarwood. Jian Zhongyi sits in the center of the chariot. His hair and beard are as black as a waterfall and as black as lacquer. From the top to the tip, there are four big beads in a string. The drifting green smoke was inhaled between the nose and mouth along the airflow, and then exhaled again, stirring up the steady smoke cloud. Trembling slightly, he opened his eyes. "Go down." The girl bent over half of her body and packed up her hands and feet briskly. She wiped the corners of her mouth and put on her brocade clothes. She moved lightly without making any sound. Her cool clothes were as thin as cicada wings, and her graceful figure was vaguely touching. Another maid came in, took away the Boshan stove, replaced it with a copper turtle and crane stove, and burned a layer of incense with a stronger smell.
The ethereal cigarette puffed out from Guihe's mouth and gradually dispersed. Jian Zhongyi leaned back, his spine pressed against the soft flesh, and his whole body relaxed. Two arms branched out from the "lotus chair" under him, and he brought a cup of warm tea. He gently lifted the lid of the tea, pushed aside the floating leaves, and slowly fed it down following Jian Zhongyi's breathing. This is a "lotus chair" composed of six women intertwined and intertwined. With their slow breathing, their chests rise and fall under the torn gauze, revealing their gorgeous jade-like complexions. After Jian Zhongyi drank the tea, he breathed a long sigh of relief and closed his eyes. The lotus chair slowly squirms and blooms. Jian Zhongyi lay down flat and stopped moving, as if falling into a deep sleep. I don’t know how much time has passed. A monk stepped through the curtain into the room. He wears a golden conical hat, silk red clothes, thick rosary beads hanging around his neck, and thick gold pendants hanging down from his earlobes, stretching the ear holes to an extremely long length, making him look very noble. The monk stood still, took out a delicate leather bag from his arms, took out two flat objects and placed them on the table. "Fortunately, it has lived up to my command. It took a total of one hundred and seven days to prepare it. It is a magic weapon that integrates heaven and earth." Jian Zhongyi opened his eyes and saw two almost identical flat objects on the table. He stood up and looked carefully through the dim light through the curtain. The two magical instruments are very similar. They are the same dark purple and shiny. They feel pliable and thick, and are as integrated as a cast object. However, the marks of knife cuts can be faintly discerned on the edges. "How to achieve consummation?" "After nine years of careful grinding, it will be as round and pliable as the ancestral magic weapon. It will be passed down for thousands of years and completely perfect." "Are those two people dead?" "They only lived one night. At noon, they were sent up to heaven, and their bones and meat were smashed and fed to the sky eagles."
Jian Zhongyi clasped his hands together: "Thank you, Master." The monk bowed slightly: "Amitabha!" Jian Zhongyi couldn't put it down and played with the instrument, as if he had two beautiful girls completely in his palms. A strong sense of conquest and satisfaction filled my heart, and even my appetite surged out of my stomach. "hungry!" Orders were passed back one after another, and the entire kitchen moved quickly into action. Jian Zhongyi leaned down with satisfaction and asked casually: "Master, now that I have taken office, I have been ordered to deal with the Ghost Mother Sect. I wonder how the Yin Killing Water Mother believed in that sect compares to the Snow Mountain Master?" The monk bowed and said, "It's not as far away as my Buddha." "Oh? Is there any evidence?" "The poor monk once had an encounter with a member of the Ghost Mother Sect, and there was resentment lingering on his body, which never left him. According to historical records, the Daqian Demon Queen had extraordinary strength. The so-called murder of Old Mother Shui may be the result of the resentment after her death combined with the wishes of many believers to become the God of Resentment. People eat grains and animals, and all those who resent the gods absorb the blood of living beings, and the Ghost Mother Cult should suffer greatly from it. The poor monk guessed that the Fetal Bead Pill they had obtained as a blood sacrifice was not to recreate masters and expand the strength of the sect, but to support the ghost mother who was too big to lose. Such resentment has no basis, no body, and is not as good as ours to attain the true Buddha. It only needs the power of the Buddha practiced in the Mahavamajra Sutra to be stimulated, and it will have no escape, and it will be destroyed. However, such resentful gods are quite rare and extremely powerful. They may be able to be refined and become Master Jian's protector gods. " "Dharma Protector" Jian Zhongyi sighed longly, "Humanity is full of flowers in Changyang, but it is not spring when I come. Wei Lin is tyrannical, Xu Yuelong is lazy, and the Demon Detective Division is not good at fighting in the water. They really hindered my practice. When will I be able to achieve enlightenment?" ?” The monk bowed, and suddenly his mind moved. He came to the window and opened a corner of the curtain. Outside the curtain were all the people paying homage. He looked beyond the people and saw a tall young man holding a red horse standing under the eaves of a wealthy family. "What a strong body!" The monk's eyes lit up. "Master, what do you mean by this?" The monk pointed out: "That man's bones are as big as those of a tiger. Use his bones to make a rigid hole. The Dharma bowl must be perfect!" If you know your destiny and do not enter the realm of perfection, you will never become a martial saint in your lifetime. Lord Jian, there are three chances in forty. If you are determined to practice my method, the better the Dharma bowl and the stronger the initiation! " Jian Zhongyi saw the red horse beside the young man through a corner of the curtain: "Dragon-blooded horse? Master, the dragon-blooded horse is a royal horse of the imperial court. It is not an official position and cannot be owned as a reward. Don't act rashly." The monk clasped his hands together: "Pingyang County, you are the county magistrate." "So it is." Jian Zhongyi's eyes flashed slightly. County magistrate, county magistrate.
On the journey of martial arts, if one knows that one's destiny has not reached the peak level, one will never be able to hope for a martial sage in one's life. The Yaolong Martial Saint has a lifespan of eight hundred. Enjoy endless glory and wealth. However... "I'm new here, don't be in a hurry." Jian Zhongyi shook his head. It is not easy to kill a dragon blood horse. This place is not the Great Snow Mountain after all. The selection of the magic weapon needs to be considered, and it will be done after planning Liang Qu touched his head. For some reason, he felt a little cold on his head. Looking back, there were only a few girls peeking over, and no one else. Maybe it was the spring that was still cold? The male blood horse stepped on the stone curtain and pulled the cart. Except for the huge carriage of 80 square meters in the front, the whole caravan followed by more than a dozen equally large carriages, which were so mighty that even two carriages were cooking on the top. It was really exaggerated. It took a full half a quarter of an hour for the long caravan to pass by Liang Qu. The broker sighed: "Hey, this is real wealth. The life of a big man is unimaginable. A carriage is bigger than the house where ordinary people live. A horse, even a little injury to the hair is not something ordinary people can withstand." Liang Qu couldn't help but nod. After half a year of settling down, he thought he had done well, but in front of the real big shots, he still had to stand on the street, waiting for the convoy to leave, like a minion. What a nobleman in Yixing Town, it's not a good identity at all. The road ahead is long, and it still requires hard work! Seeing the carriage passing by, Liang Qu did not stay any longer, and went to the academy and the clinic to study. Two hours later, he rode back home on Chishan Mountain. Stepping into the gate, the craftsman who carved the shadow wall stood up and greeted him. On the shadow wall, the image of a huge giant ape took shape, majestic and extraordinary. Liang Qu nodded and crossed the shadow wall. There were two masons in the yard, who were building the pool he dug out. The well mouth was blocked by Liang Qu with stones, and the excess well water was controlled out, and the whole well became dry. Now the well wall has been covered with a layer of blue bricks, which has become more regular. Out of the well mouth, the whole pool is also quite large, with blue bricks piled up piece by piece, and the masons are hammering bricks, breaking half of the bricks and embedding them completely. After two days of drying, remove the stones and it will become a real pool. The things I bought in the house are arranged in order, and the aroma of food comes from the kitchen.
It feels comfortable.