The God and Buddha are actually me

"Jianzheng, are you infected with the cold? Why is your blood suddenly rising and your face red and hot?"

Yue Ling looked at Jian Zheng, whose old face quickly turned red after turning a few pages of the book, and couldn't help but feel worried. Jian Zheng's body was so weak, wouldn't it be useless to light a charcoal fire in the house?

Zhuge Yunhu took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood, and was embarrassed for a long time before asking a question.

"Longhu, you said... you like reading this book very much?"

Yue Ling nodded and said: "Yes, what I read earlier was the previous work. This is the follow-up written by Zhang Jiuyang for me. Speaking of which, he is really slow. I read the previous work dozens of times before he finally wrote it."

I read it over and over dozens of times...

Zhuge Yunhu suddenly felt that the dragon and tiger in front of him had become a little strange. How could the young girl who used to practice so hard with swords and guns change her appearance after a trip to Qingzhou?

Or is this a personal hobby of Longhu?

No wonder Longhu would protect Zhang Jiuyang so much. It turned out that he had fallen into his trap.

No, with Longhu's domineering attitude, this person might have been forced to write because of threats. Although I only read a few pages just now, the writing style is really good.

It made him seem to recall his youthful years.

He is a talented person.

Thinking of this, Jian Zheng felt a little pity for this Mr. Liaozhai. As a prison prince, Lao Xu could be beaten by dragons and tigers, so what could he, a scholar with no power to tie a chicken, do.

When Longhu reaches the sixth level in the future, he might even dare to pull out his own beard.

How could Zhang Jiuyang resist a woman with such a violent temper like her?

Thinking of this, Zhuge Yunhu sighed softly and said: "Longhu, Zhang Jiuyang is not easy either. Sometimes, you can control your temper. There is no need to force others."

"If you really like this kind of book..."

He looked around and said in a low voice: "I still have several sets in my collection. I can lend them to you, but be careful to carry someone with you. If you are found, you can't say that I borrowed them."

Yue Ling frowned and began to notice something was wrong.

"Jianzheng, although this kind of book involves ghosts and gods, it has a very good intention of killing ghosts and eliminating demons. Why do you have to read it behind people's backs?"

Zhuge Yunhu was also stunned and said: "What about killing ghosts and eliminating monsters? How can there be monsters in this meat futon?"

Meat futon?

Yue Ling immediately took the book and turned it over. After reading a few pages, her heroic face instantly turned red and uncontrollably hot.

His handsome face was hot, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his starry eyes.

The red rope that bound her hair was chopped into pieces by the invisible sword energy, her green hair moved automatically without wind, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The dragon bird sword clanked in its sheath!

Suddenly, she remembered what she had told Jian Zheng before, that she liked reading this book very much and had read the previous one dozens of times...

And Zhuge Yunhu finally understood that the book Long Hu was talking about was not the meat futon, but a book about killing ghosts and catching monsters.

He remembered what he had just said.

"I still have several sets in my collection. I can lend them to you..."

In an instant, the world was spinning and he almost fainted.

"Jianzheng, you..."

Yue Ling was about to speak but stopped.

Zhuge Yunhu coughed quickly and interrupted.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

"I've committed this old habit again...cough cough, I can't do it anymore...I have to go back and lie down for a while...cough cough..."

"Once this person gets sick... his mind becomes confused... Why can't I remember what I just said?"

The sound became farther and farther away, and Zhuge Yunhu, who looked like a sickly man just now, actually flew away like a tiger down the mountain, and even used some kind of escape technique.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye, taking the "Meat Futon" with him.

Yue Ling stood there, face flushed, and it took a long time to calm down.

Zhang Jiuyang...how dare he?

Even if you write this kind of book, you still dare to send it to yourself?

Does he really think his head is harder than the Dragon Bird Sword?

Although Yue Ling is heroic and heroic, she is still a young girl after all. She has practiced hard since she was a child. Where has she ever been exposed to such a thing?

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

She opened her thin lips slightly, read out the name slowly, and then pulled out the Dragon Bird Saber with a clang.

The light of the knife illuminated those shy and angry eyes.

"Master, there is also this letter... Zhang Jiuyang also gave it to you... You, do you want to read it..."

Qingji said tremblingly.

Yue Ling took a deep breath, suppressed the shame and anger in her heart, slashed with a knife, cut the envelope open, took out the letter and unfolded it.

Zhang Jiuyang shouldn't be so bold. Is there any other reason?

However, when she opened the letter, the first sentence made her eyelids jump.

"Hahaha, wait a minute. Isn't it a surprise? No need to thank me. Who said we were friends for a lifetime?"

"Don't use the Dragon Bird Knife to urge you to update in the future. Let's talk to each other if we have something to do. I'm not afraid of you, Yue Longhu. It's purely out of respect for my friends. This book, for example, was written with all my heart and soul. It's for you. The greatest respect!”

…

There was a crunching sound, and the letter was chopped into pieces by the light of the sword.

Yue Ling sheathed her sword, her long hair flowing.

Yingwu's eyebrows were full of shame and anger.

"You're a bastard, you've gone too far!"

She bit her silver teeth lightly, raised her sword eyebrows, and after putting on her armor, she didn't even tie up her long hair and went out with her sword.

Si Chen, who was on duty at Baihu Pavilion, saw her coming out in the starry night with murderous intent. He quickly bowed and saluted, saying: "Marquis Yue Jian, what are you—"

"Saddle my horse."

She ordered: "I want the royal horse given to me by the Imperial Guard!"

Zhuge Yunhu was once rewarded by the late emperor and received an extremely handsome dragon horse named Snow Dragon Horse. According to legend, it had a trace of true dragon blood and could travel thousands of miles in a day, and could climb water and cross water as if walking on flat ground.

The two Si Chens looked at each other, but neither of them dared to say a word.

"Go quickly. If the supervisor doesn't agree, tell him that he secretly keeps it——"

"Ahem!"

A cough sounded, interrupting Yue Ling's words. Zhuge Yunhu, in a green cloak, came back, holding a horse as white as snow in his hand. Every muscle line was like a knife and an axe, full of energy. A sense of power.

But the horse's eyes were very unruly, its hooves kept moving, and white mist spewed out of its mouth.

Obviously, not everyone can control this magical horse.

"I've seen Jian Zheng!"

The two Si Chens saluted quickly.

Zhuge Yunhu nodded to them kindly, then handed the reins to Yue Ling's hand and whispered: "Help me give him a few blows too."

Yue Ling was startled, then nodded silently.

She jumped onto the horse, and the divine horse with a trace of true dragon blood in it wanted to fly her away. However, the next moment she seemed to feel some kind of terrifying murderous intent, and instantly became obedient and honest.

He also let out an ingratiating cry.

"Marquis Yue Jian, what are you going to do?"

"kill."

"Do you want me to wait for help?"

"No need, one person is enough."

After saying that, she was riding a dragon horse, wearing armor and carrying a sword. She pulled the reins and galloped towards Qingzhou in the starry night.

"Jianzheng, does Yue Jianhou have any urgent cases?"

Zhuge Yunhu smiled and shook his head, saying: "It's not official business, it's a personal enmity."

"Private vendetta? That person must be in a terrible situation and will definitely die!"

"Yes, I also think he must be miserable."

Zhuge Yunhu sighed, but couldn't help but smile happily.

That boy named Zhang Jiuyang, you really belong to me. I have lived for so many years, but I have fallen into the hands of your boy. I will not be safe for the rest of my life.

Now you will feel better.

"You continue to be on duty, I'll go back and read for a while."

Zhuge Yunhu waved his hand, turned and left.

The two Si Chen still sighed to themselves.

"Jian Zheng is really hardworking. Even though he is still recovering from illness, he still keeps reading the papers and studies late at night. No wonder he is a late bloomer!"

"A role model for us!"

…

In the early morning, Zhang Jiuyang faced the morning light and practiced the Zhongli Baduanjin without hesitation. He put aside all worries and devoted himself to practice.

As for little Ali, she was reading the "Three Character Classic" in the study aggrievedly.

When he heard the crisp sound of reading, Zhang Jiuyang felt disgusted.

As for what Yue Ling would think of him... it doesn't matter anymore.

Kyoto and Qingzhou are thousands of miles apart, so she wouldn't come all night to take his head for such a trivial matter... right?

Before the sixth Zhongli Baduanjin was over, Zhang Jiuyang suddenly heard the rumble of horse hooves, whether it was an illusion or not.

The water in the pond rippled, and the bass inside began to swim restlessly, as if it sensed some kind of danger coming.

earthquake?

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyes, and before he could hold the ghost-slaying sword beside him, he felt a murderous aura coming towards him. It was obviously the middle of summer, but it felt like falling into an ice cave.

Ali raised the knife and flew out, her little face said angrily: "Who dares to break into my house, you monster?"

The sound of horse hooves interrupted her.

Yue Ling was riding a snow dragon colt, carrying a dragon bird sword, and there seemed to be golden flames rising in his eyes. Although there was only one person on the horse, he was wearing silver armor and red robes, and he was so powerful that he was like a thousand troops charging towards him!

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned and almost suspected that he was dreaming.

Xiao Ali decisively threw away the two knives and quickly flew back to the study. The crisp sound of reading continued, mixed with a trace of panic.

"When humans are born, their nature is good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart..."

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

Yue Ling's riding skills were very good. As soon as she tightened the reins, the snow dragon pony jumped up like a horse riding a flying swallow. It flew across the water of the pond and arrived in front of Zhang Jiuyang.

The momentum of a tiger descending from a mountain is like a chariot rushing across the battlefield, invincible and invincible!

Zhang Jiuyang reacted very quickly. He did not try to use his sword as a chariot, but said something as fast as he could.

"I saw Tianzun."

Zheng!

The sword hummed softly, and the back of Longque's sword stopped in front of Zhang Jiuyang's neck.

The wind of the knife blew away the Ziwu hairpin that bound his hair.

Zhang Jiuyang exhaled slowly, and his heartbeat like a war drum finally slowed down.

Fortunately, it's the back of the knife.

No, the back of the knife hurts too!

On the horseback, Yue Ling's expression suddenly changed. She became as deep as a sculpture, and the anger in her eyes disappeared.

"Have you met... Tianzun?"

She sheathed her sword, turned over and dismounted, looked at Zhang Jiuyang very solemnly, and said in a serious voice: "Zhang Jiuyang, do you know what you are talking about?"

Even Jian Zheng in the sixth realm was no match for Tianzun back then. How could Zhang Jiuyang survive if he saw Tianzun in Huangquan in the second realm?

If this was a joke, it would undoubtedly have touched Yue Ling's bottom line.

But based on her understanding of Zhang Jiuyang, he shouldn't be joking about this kind of thing.

Sure enough, Zhang Jiuyang nodded, looking very serious.

"I did see Tianzun, and if nothing unexpected happens..."

"I may become the ninth Heavenly Stem in the underworld."

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