son, stop

The fighting and warmth in Changqing Mountain is difficult to spread to Donghua City, which is dozens of miles away. The capital under the rain curtain is still peaceful and peaceful.

It was just nighttime, and laughter could be heard faintly from the alley of Linhefang.

It was raining lightly, there were no pedestrians on the street, and the Tang family restaurant on the street also closed early.

In the backyard of the restaurant, the West Wing bedroom is still lit with dim lights. In the elegant and neat bedroom, half-finished embroidery is placed on the small table, a few boxes of rouge are placed on the dressing table, and the red orchid is placed in the center.

On the embroidered bed, Tang Jingxun was wearing a small white gown, with her hands flat on her knees, sitting in cross-legged concentration, with the opened Qi Yang Jue next to her.

Although he was just entering the practice, Tang Jingshen's movements were very serious;

But what was different than usual was that Tang Jingxuan had a little more indescribable breath on her body. Even if she was dressed in the attire of a market woman, she no longer had the market taste of the past.

The rain was crackling outside, but the room was silent.

The white bird, like a glutinous rice dumpling, squatted between Tang Jingshen's legs in an orderly manner, his eyes were very focused, staring at the oil lamp on the dressing table.

Two flames were reflected in the black and bright eyes of the bird.

The room was airtight, and the flames were supposed to be straight upwards, but Little Bird Danzi found strangely that the small flames on the lampstand seemed to be moving.

"Gee-chi-"

The dumpling called twice, probably wanting the master to check, but the master did not respond.

Soon, the shaking of the flames became clearer.

huh-huh-

It was as if an invisible wind was blowing, and the flames on the lampstand swayed in the direction of the embroidery bed, flickering and flickering until it was completely tilted, and the flames were gradually being stretched and extended toward the bed.

"twitter--"

Seeing the flames drifting towards it, the little bird dumpling was very frightened, and arched back and forth in his master's arms, trying to remind his master, but unfortunately there was still no response.

The flame of the oil lamp had turned into a tongue of flame that was more than a foot long, and the dumplings flew up in panic, came to the candlestick, and wanted to stamp out the fire with their small claws.

It's a pity that the white fluff was scorched as soon as it got closer.

Seeing that the flames are getting longer and longer, they are about to touch the curtain of the bed, and they will set the house on fire.

puff--

It was at this moment that the flame on the oil lamp seemed to have lost its traction, the two-foot-long flame dissipated, and the oil lamp returned to its original state.

Tang Jing twitched her eyelashes, then opened her eyes. The daze in her eyes quickly returned to clarity, and she lowered her head to look at Tuanzi.

"Gee-chi-"

The dumpling fell on the quilt, the fluff on his chest was ignited by the flames, and there was a black mark, and he fluttered his small wings aggrieved, and kept pointing to the oil lamp next to him.

"Stupid bird, who made you fly around? Was it burned?"

Tang Jingxuan obviously didn't understand the meaning of the dumpling, and felt angry and distressed. She quickly picked up the dumpling and touched the scorched fluff with her hand. Seeing that the bird was innocent, she raised her hand and tapped it on the head:

"Seeing that the fire is still going up, now I know I'm wronged? Stupid."

"Gee-chi-"

Tang Jingxun softly reprimanded her a few words, seeing that the little bird was really aggrieved, she stopped talking, closed the Yangqi Jue next to her, and blew out the oil lamp on the platform.

The lights on the window paper went out, and the rainy night gradually quieted down. I don’t know how long it took before a small whisper came from the room:

"I feel that refining Qi is quite simple, why can't Little Zuo learn it?"

"grumble."

"When he comes over, do you think I should pretend that I don't know how to learn it, and then ask him for more advice? Men have a good face, if I learn it right away, he will definitely feel bad."

"grumble."

"Do you understand you? Jijijijiji."

"twitter."

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At the same time, the south bank of Wende Bridge.

The residence of Wang Zheng, the minister of household affairs, is only two hutongs away from Zuofu.When it was time to turn off the lights and go to bed, the mansion was quiet inside and out, only the study room was lit.

In the study, Wang Zheng wore a nightgown and opened a wooden box by candlelight, which contained a tiger whip.He carefully picked up the tiger whip, observed it back and forth, nodded slightly, and took the wine jar from the bookshelf.

The wine jar was opened, and before the tiger whip was put in, a soft sound came from outside the study:

Tread-

Wang Zheng frowned, and when he turned to look, the window suddenly opened, and a black figure suddenly jumped in.

Wang Zheng was terrified, and just as he was about to call for the guards, the figure who came in hurriedly said:

"Lord Wang, it's me, Zhao Ze, don't yell, don't yell!"

Wang Zheng's shouting stopped abruptly, and when he looked at it, he realized that the figure in front of him was Zhao Ze.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his face sank again:

"What are you doing here at night? There are eyeliners from the arresting division outside, what should I do if the news is leaked?"

Zhao Ze's face turned pale, and after carefully closing the window, he turned around and threw himself on the ground, bowing his hands:

"My lord, you are my real father, the reborn parents. If it weren't for what you said last time, I would have confessed to you in the mountain today"

Suddenly being given such a big ceremony, Wang Zheng was stunned for a while, but he recalled it immediately:

"You screwed up again?"

Zhao Ze still had lingering fears at this time. He knelt on the ground and didn't want to get up. He was about to speak when he suddenly saw the tiger whip in Wang Zheng's hand.

Wang Zheng looked down and said, "Yes, it's for Li Xiang. You know, Li Xiang is getting old."

"Understood! Mr. Wang doesn't need to say more. Next time, I will prepare something fierce for Li Xiang, and you will bring it to Li Xiang by yourself."

"Hey, Li Xiang must be very relieved that you have this intention."

Wang Zheng waved his hand slightly, but his face sank immediately:

"You really screwed up?!"

Zhao Ze stood up, his face a little innocent:

"I really can't blame me. I called all the daoists near the capital, there were six people in total. Although I was afraid and kept walking beside me, the five of them fought for their lives. As a result, Lord Wang, guess what? what's going on?"

"Failed to die?"

"No bones left!"

Zhao Ze slapped his hand and helped Wang Zheng to sit down on the Taishi chair:

"Lord Wang didn't see that scene. Originally, that kid hadn't cultivated yet, but he broke through the realm. He raised his hand and swiped, one sword at a time. If I hadn't run fast, I would have been reincarnated now. ."

Wang Zheng frowned when he heard this:

"Breakthrough, what do you mean?"

"It's just that he suddenly has a cultivation level, and he looks quite high. I suspect that kid is hiding something, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."

"Don't talk about these useless things, have you spilled the dirty water?"

Zhao Ze nodded: "It's all according to your old arrangement. I specially asked them to bring the Fuya Mountain brand, and they must have seen it without incident. As for whether the disaster can be brought to the east, it is uncertain. There are too many people who died, only After dealing with the corpse, there is no time to deal with other traces, so there must be doubts."

Wang Zheng waved his hand: "Oh, that's all, I don't count on you guys, keep a low profile these days, don't really expose yourself. I'll tell Cheng Jiujiang the truth about the truth of the national teacher and let him know. They go to test."

"That's a good thing, Mr. Wang has all the tricks and schemes at his fingertips, all he needs is a little sowing discord"

"Can you speak human language?"

"hehe"

Zhao Ze was quite frightened by the scene of Zuo Lingquan's deity descending to earth, he thought for a while and said:

"By the way, Mr. Wang has to be careful about that left son-in-law. He has cultivated so far at such a young age. If he doesn't get rid of it early, it will cause serious trouble in the future."

"Tell you about this matter. The 'immortal masters' under your hands are all dead. How can I get rid of a civil servant? I will kill him with my mouth?"

"Uh, that's true, then I will report to Tianzun?"

"You can't make up your own mind?"

"I make up my own mind and feel like I won't survive next month."

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