The fairy is fierce

The fighting and tenderness in the Evergreen Mountains are difficult to convey to Donghua City, which is dozens of miles away. Under the rain curtain, the capital is still peaceful and peaceful.

It was just dark, and there was faint laughter and laughter coming from the alleys of Linhefang.

It was raining lightly, there were no pedestrians on the street, and the Tangjia Restaurant on the street also closed early.

In the backyard of the wine shop, the west wing bedroom was still dimly lit. In the elegant and tidy bedroom, half-finished embroidery was placed on the small table, and several boxes of rouge were placed on the dressing table, with red and blue densely arranged in the middle.

On the embroidery bed, Tang Jingxuan was wearing a white coat, with his hands flat on his knees, sitting cross-legged attentively, with an open book of "Yangqi Jue" beside him.

Although Tang Jingxun has just entered the practice, his movements are very serious; he sits upright with his chest raised, his waist-length hair hanging down and scattered on his back, his mature and beautiful cheeks are warm and moist, and he still has an alluring charm.

But what was different from usual was that Tang Jingxun had an indescribable aura about him. Even though he was dressed like a city woman, he no longer had the city smell of the past.

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The rain pattered outside, but there was silence in the room.

The white bird, which looked like a glutinous rice dumpling, squatted neatly between Tang Jingxuan's legs. Its dark eyes were very focused, staring at the oil lamp on the dressing table.

Two flames were reflected in the bright black bird pupils.

The room was airtight, and the flames should have been pointing straight upward, but Xiaoniao Tuanzi found strangely that the small flames on the lampstand seemed to be moving.

"Jiji——"

Tuanzi barked twice, probably wanting his master to check, but his master didn't respond.

Soon, the swaying of the flames became clearer.

Huh-huh-

It was as if an invisible wind was blowing. The flames on the lampstand were swaying in the direction of the embroidery bed, flickering and flickering until they were completely tilted. The flames were still being gradually stretched and extended towards the bed.

"twitter--"

The little bird dumpling was very frightened when he saw the flames floating towards it. He arched his arms 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. Tuanzi flew up in panic and came to the candlestick, trying to stamp out the fire with his little claws.

Unfortunately, as soon as he got closer, the white fur was scorched.

Seeing that the flames were getting longer and longer, and were about to touch the curtains of the bed and set the house on fire, the dumplings were so anxious that they flew around the room, chirping reminders, and finally bumped into Tang Jingxun's chest.

puff--

At this moment, the flame on the oil lamp seemed to have lost its traction. The two-foot-long tongue of flame dissipated, and the oil lamp returned to its original state.

Tang Jingxuan fluttered her eyelashes, then opened her eyes. The confusion in her eyes quickly returned to clarity, and she lowered her head to look at Tuanzi.

"Jiji——"

Tuanzi fell on the quilt, and the down on his chest was burned by the flames. There was a dark mark. He flapped his little wings aggrievedly and kept motioning to the oil lamp next to him.

"Stupid bird, who made you fly around? Were you burned by fire?"

Tang Jingxun obviously didn't understand the meaning of the dumpling, and felt angry and distressed. He quickly picked up the dumpling and touched the burnt down with his hands a few times. Seeing that the little bird was innocent, he raised his hand and tapped on the head:

"You saw it was a fire and you jumped on it. Now you know you are wronged? How stupid."

"Jiji——"

Tang Jingxuan gently lectured a few words. Seeing that Xiaoniao was really aggrieved, he stopped talking. He closed the "Qi Yang Jue" next to him and blew out the oil lamp on the table.

The light on the window paper went out, and the rainy night gradually became quiet. I don't know how long it took before a small whisper came from the room:

"I feel like refining qi is quite simple, why can't Xiao Zuo learn it..."

"grumble."

"When he comes here, do you think it would be better for me to pretend that I can't learn it, and then ask him for more advice? Men have a good reputation. If I learn it right away, he will definitely feel bad..."

"grumble."

"Do you understand? Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi."

"twitter."

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

The residence of Wang Zheng, the Minister of Household Affairs, is only two alleys away from Zuofu. It was time to turn off the lights and go to bed, and everything inside and outside the mansion became quiet. Only the study was lit.

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

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

Tread——

Wang Zheng frowned and looked around. The window suddenly opened and a black figure suddenly jumped in.

Wang Zheng trembled in fright, and just when he was about to call for the guards, the figure who came in said urgently:

"Master Wang, it's me, Zhao Ze, don't shout, don't shout..."

Wang Zheng's shouts suddenly stopped, and when he looked closely, he realized that the embarrassed figure in front of him was Zhao Ze. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face darkened:

"What are you doing here at night? There are spies from the arrest department outside. What if the news leaks?"

Zhao Ze's face turned pale. After carefully closing the window, he turned around and knelt on the ground, bowing his hands in a salute:

"Master Wang, you are my biological father and my reborn parents. If it weren't for what you said last time, I would have told you in the mountain today..."

Wang Zheng was stunned for a moment when he was suddenly given such a great gift, but he quickly came to his senses:

"Did you screw up again?"

Zhao Ze was still frightened at this time and was kneeling on the ground without wanting to get up. He was about to speak when he suddenly saw the tiger whip in Wang Zheng's hand.

Wang Zheng lowered his head and looked down: "Well...it's for Mr. Li. You know, Mr. Li is old..."

"Understood! There is no need to say anything, Mr. Wang. Next time I will prepare something fierce for Mr. Li, and you will bring it to Mr. Li personally."

"Alas, Prime Minister Li is very pleased that you have such intention."

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

"Did you really screw up?"

Zhao Ze stood up, his expression a little innocent:

"You really can't blame me for this. I called all the fellow Taoists near the capital, six of them in total. Although I was wary and kept wandering around, the five of them risked their lives. In the end, Mr. Wang, guess what? What's going on?"

"Are you fighting for your life?"

"No bones left!"

Zhao Ze clapped his hands and helped Wang Zheng sit down on the Taishi chair:

"Lord Wang didn't see that scene. Originally, that kid had not yet cultivated his body, but he ended up breaking through the realm. He raised his hand and struck, one by one with his sword. If I hadn't run fast, he would have been reincarnated by now. ”

When Wang Zheng heard this, he frowned:

"Breaking through the realm, what do you mean?"

"He just suddenly gained some cultivation. He seems to be quite advanced. I suspect that guy is hiding something secretly and pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger..."

"Don't talk about these useless things. Has the dirty water been spilled?"

Zhao Ze nodded: "It all depends on your boss's arrangement. I specially asked them to bring the sign of Fuqi Mountain. If nothing else happens, they must have seen it. As for whether the disaster can be diverted to the east, it is still uncertain. Too many people have died. After disposing of the body, there is no time to deal with other traces, so there must be some doubts. "

Wang Zheng waved his hand: "Oh, that's all, I don't expect you. Keep a low profile these days and don't really expose yourself. I will go and tell Cheng Jiujiang to find out whether the Imperial Master is real or not. They went to test."

"That's good. Mr. Wang has all the plots and tricks at his fingertips. All he needs to do is stir up discord..."

"Can you speak human language?"

"hehe……"

Zhao Ze was frightened by the scene of Zuo Lingquan descending to earth. He thought for a while and said:

"By the way, Mr. Wang, you have to be careful about that left consort. He has cultivated so much at such a young age. If he is not eliminated early, he will definitely become a big problem in the future..."

"You tell your Heavenly Lord about this matter. All the 'immortal masters' under your command are dead. How can I get rid of him as a civil servant? How can I kill him with my mouth?"

"Uh...that's true. Then I'll report it to Tianzun?"

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

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

"..."

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