Black Lotus Tactics Manual

"It was Bai Jin's own embroidery."

Miao Miao looked back at him, and Mu Sheng always showed her hair. This white hair band almost never left her. Since the hair band sent by the foster mother is so cherished, it seems that the relationship between their mother and son is not so bad.

"Sister Mu's sister, it's not bad to treat you."

Mu Sheng shouldn't be heard, a sneer color was painted on his face, and he took the demon handle and knocked on the table: "How to send your letter?"

Miao Miao put the envelope in her arms: "I have long inquired about it. There is a clerk who is going to take office in Jiangnan. He can entrust his entourage and he will go to the southern suburbs to take a boat today."

She muttered: "The mountains are high and the water is far away, so it's so troublesome to send letters." Two small snacks were carefully packed into the small package, and the admiration was asked with his eyes: "Hey, is that enough?"

The teenager frowned and looked at her: "Ask me what to do?"

Ling Miaomiao asked: "Aren't you going with me?"

"Why should I go with you?" A sneer flashed in my eyes for a moment, "Oh, Miss Ling is afraid of getting lost?"

Miao Miao catches his ridicule, and Xing Zi, who is black and white, flashes a smile in his eyes, neither denying nor refuting: "Yes."

She knotted the package and tied it skillfully, "Sister Mu said early in the morning, and our soldiers investigated the case in two separate ways. She and Brother Liu have been busy working for so many days, and the two of us have been sitting in the room. Not so good."

Ling Miaomiao knows most of the plot, the original delivery section seems to be unintentional, but it leads to infinite turmoil in the following text. From this perspective, as an npc, she promotes the plot's meaning.

Mu Sheng narrowed his eyes: "Do you want to investigate the incident?"

Ling Miaomiao sincerely said: "It's so hot outside. If we don't run, we have to run Sister Mu. Are you patient?"

Lu Jiu spent two hours in Liuyue Palace, and his back was soaked. While walking on the way out of the palace, the steps are still a bit vain, but they are much easier than when they came.

He lowered his head and let Mu Yao half of him, but Mu Yao slowed down and walked side by side with him deliberately.

"I heard that Mr. Lu's Shen Xiangju business is booming, and Chang'an City is the only one."

Lu Jiu wiped a sweat bead on his forehead and smiled humbly: "Where and where, the low-ranking businessmen, barely make ends meet."

Mu Yao looked back at his face. Lu Jiu is not a weak champion, but he is already a famous incense master in Chang'an City. A businessman who mixes up to this day relies on being low-key, smooth-handed, and even awkward to know the time.

Mu Yao looked at him for a long while before he opened his mouth. He could not hear the mood: "... Mr. Lu Mingzhe is right to save himself, but he must be worthy of conscience."

When talking, the pair of colored glass pupils appeared extraordinarily clean, and the moles of tears under her eyes were cold and clear. She looked so pure and pure, not to be deceived and malicious.

Lu Jiu's steps came to a halt, and his body trembled slightly. He quickly lowered his voice and said, "Miss Mu, this matter is too complicated. I advise you not to investigate anymore ..."

A trace of undetectable doubt flashed across Mu Yao's eyebrows, and he said quietly, "Mr. Lu means?"

Seeing Lu Jiu hesitating, Mu Yao turned back subconsciously to find Liu Fuyi's figure, but he saw him walking side by side with Emperor Duanyang dressed in Mingxia, and fell far behind, almost unable to see his face.

She turned back silently, and there was also a hint of emotion in her voice: "You can rest assured that we catch demon people all our lives and run only for the well-being of the people. Even the demon is not afraid, and naturally it is not afraid of power."

Lu Jiu hesitated for a moment and sighed: "The friends of our businessmen made three teachings and nine streams, and the news he knew was too much and mixed ..." He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "Mu Alchemist, you went to the Royal Xingshan Temple , How do you feel there? "

"The momentum is magnificent." Mu Yao pondered for a moment, "But I have a little doubt ... I don't know much about feng shui, but I remember that behind the main hall, there is a mountain, Xingshan Temple is so close to the city, and there are empty spaces around it, it seems Something is wrong. "

Lu Jiu shook his head and sighed: "You are right. The feng shui temple should stand at noon and sit on the dead air line, so that it can jump out of the three realms and not in the five elements. When Xingshan Temple was built, the priests were thousands of people. Choose, choose the most suitable place, is based on the mountain. "

"The reason why you find it strange is that ... It is more than ten years since Mrs. Zhao conferred on the Buddha, Xingshan Temple ten years ago is not the one you saw."

Under the wooden window, the lush hemerocallis partially covered the palace road, and the petite figure stood in the shadow of the beech tree.

"Pei Yun, just say what you know, and there are more things in our family." The inner supervisor of the satin mantle hung with dust, looking left and right, looking anxiously at the girl's stagnation.

"... Diji seems to like that Alchemist Liu." Pei Yun squeezed the food container in his hand, hesitant and worried under his long eyelashes.

"then you……"

The two whispered to each other and whispered for a while, then left and right separated, and the figure disappeared at both ends of the fork.

"Humph, really ..."

The window frame of Fengyang Palace is just a scene frame that frames such a secret scene. The praying mantis catches the cicadas, with the carduelis behind.

The wooden window was closed lightly, and the little ladies in the window looked at each other, and their expressions flickered. "Sister Pei Yu, it turns out that Sister Pei Yun has always been in contact with people in other palaces ..."

"Hush ..." Pei Yu's childish face showed an indignant look. "Bear it to me, one day she will grab her handle and hand her over to Emperor Ji!"

The further toward the southern suburbs, the more magnificent ochre-colored cornices are sparse, there are pieces of grass on the original, the grass blades are half the height of the grass, and the original fields are continuous fields, which can't be seen at the end.

The dazzling daylight shone through the lush trees, casting a bright spot of copper coins on the ground.

Ling Miaomiao jumped down from the horse with the sound of mu, quickly hid in the shade of the tree, her neck was sorely hot and painful, and she was steaming.

Mu Sheng was black all over, and the horsetail was **** high, and his hair was swept behind his back. He didn't even have a drop of sweat on his face, which was against the common sense of physics.

Ling Miaomiao leaned against the tree and finished drinking half a pot of water, still leaking a lot, and the water flowed down the neck into the collar of the light purple upper jacket.

Ling Miaomiao is greedy and cold, the upper jacket is woven with ice silk, looming through a thin apron **** the neck. After immersed in the water, the strap became brighter red, reflecting the white skin, and the collision of bright colors, like a thin little snake, drilled straight into the heart.

Mu Sheng looked angry: "Is your mouth a leaking pot?"

The girl stopped suddenly and wiped her mouth: "I'm sorry ..." The voice didn't fall, and the shame disappeared immediately. He looked at him up and down for a long while, and wondered: "How come you are not hot at all?"

Mu Sheng showed a sneered smile, did not want to care about her at all, turned around and left. Ling Miaomiao followed closely: "Drink some water?"

He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and took a drink. He suddenly felt his concentrated gaze projected on his face, his long eyelashes moved slightly, and met her gaze: "What are you looking at me for?"

Ling Miaomiao was so hot that her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting a shattered light: "Learn how to drink water without leaking."

"..." Mu Sheng turned his back to drink water.

The letter has been sent, Mu Sheng is holding the horse in his left hand, followed by a half-dead Ling Miaomiao on the right, and is still walking towards Nanman aimlessly. The scorching sun was heading, but somehow, someone accompanied him, and the road went extraordinarily calm.

"It's hot ..." The girl's most fearful life is summer. Ling Miaomiao put her palm on her face and dragged it on the trunk with heavy steps.

Mu Sheng's shadow fell under the boots, his thin lips slightly squeezed, and he walked under the scorching sun with plenty of freedom, and Yu Guang looked at Ling Miaomiao's figure constantly.

He didn't understand how the girl next to him suddenly became like a dehydrated plant, lying softly in a ball, like being sucked out of essence. Especially when she accidentally touched his clothes, she shrunk to the side as if taking a bite. He could n’t control it at the moment, pulled her over, and narrowed her eyes: "What are you hiding from?"

"You can't touch yourself ..." Ling Miaomiao's face was crying, and her hand touched the chest of his chest. The black batter was hot by the sun.

Mu Sheng sullen his face and silently loosened the **** his wrist, pulling the sleeve to his elbow, exposing his white arm, and gestured her to touch it again.

Miao Miao was taken aback by this action. She didn't dare to refute the black lotus face. She reached out her hand and touched it carefully. Her eyes widened immediately.

She sighed in the bottom of her heart: "Is it really ice muscle jade bone?"

In this weather, who is cool and who is the uncle, she approached instinctively, the ice silk on the jacket gently rubbed his exposed skin, and the hot palm couldn't help rubbing his arm, the whole person happily put it on, bringing a faint light aroma.

The young man ’s senses suddenly became very sensitive, and he could n’t help but immediately put down his sleeves: “Ca n’t Miss Ling hold her a little.”

If he were a cat, Mao would be bald by her at the moment. This man's face is not very thick, and he can't avoid him in the first second, and when he is a human-shaped ice in the next second, she not only touched it, but she could hold it at any time.

Ling Miaomiao scrambled to the side and mumbled: "Isn't Mu Gongzi asked me to touch it?"

"what?"

Ling Miaomiao waved a truce, even the strength to argue with him was gone. After two steps, I couldn't help but asked cautiously: "Mu Sheng, how long do we have to arrive?"

"Here?" He sneered. "We didn't go back at all. We were going south."

"What ?!" Ling Miaomiao almost collapsed, turning around and looking around, "Are you sure? I see it looks like a long one on all sides."

The young man's mouth twitched, and under his feather lashes were full of sarcasm, attached to her ears flirtyly: "Going out, the people who are stunned to die in other countries often don't know the way."

Ling Miaomiao dared not to speak, his lips were pursed and pursed, and his face was helpless: "... in this wild country, are we going back to Taicang?"

Mu Sheng was also bored, turned around and patted the horseback, said coldly: "Then go back and mount the horse."

"Mu Sheng!"

He turned around and saw the light breeze blowing her thin skirt and hair, she looked at the other end of Tiange from afar, and stretched her fingers to the shadows in the distance, hiding in the wild grass in the garden: "You Quick look ... "

Suddenly the wind blew down the tall grass, and a daylight shone on the exposed cornice tiles, as if reflected by the lens, turned into a glare and hit the human eye, stinging Ling Miaomiao instinctively dodge.

Under the eaves and cliffs, heavy trunks meander upwards, and the jade steps are gray and white, just like dead bones in the grass, and a magnificent mirage appears out of thin air.

Ling Miaomiao looked back at Mu Sheng hesitantly: "Are we ... walking back to Xingshan Temple again?"