The beautiful woman's eyes were full of spring water, she looked at Atractylodes with a smile, and her tongue licked slightly.
Come on, the beginning is so exciting???
Bai Shu was touched by the woman, and his lower abdomen suddenly felt hot. Seeing Xie Fanjing looking over in confusion, he pretended to clasp his hands together, pretending to be a solemn and serious person.
Turning his little head seriously, then back again, Xie Fanjing touched his chin, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
"It's a pity that you are too young."
Zuo Zhao chuckled and looked at Wuhui with an expression that every man could understand.
"This is a disciple of Vajra Temple. He is taking good care of him. If anything goes wrong, I will blame you!"
Zuo Zhao sternly warned the beautiful woman a few more words, secretly glanced at the dumbfounded Xie Fanjing, and twitched on his face.
Chao Wuhui winked, and hurriedly grabbed Wuxian, eager to go away.
"General, wait a moment." Bai Shu took a few steps forward and said, "Your younger brother Zuo Gongzi seems to be in Fenyin City as well."
"Which Mr. Zuo?" Zuo Zhao was confused.
"Master Chengye."
"Oh." Zuo Zhao suddenly realized, "Ignore him. If he bothers you, just tell me."
Reason, this is the reason.
Why does it suddenly change the taste when it comes out of your mouth?
Is this some third-rate love story between a gangster and a class beauty...
Bai Zhu complained silently, his face still unchanged.
"There is also the Spring and Autumn Academy Sheep Sacrifice. He was severely injured by a demon, and he asked the general and two uncles to save him."
Mrs. Yan and the boy are living well so far. On the contrary, Yang Shixuan, an honest man, is getting weaker and weaker day by day and is skin and bones.
In the past few days, even my heartbeat has only slowed down.
He always looks like he is going to the west.
If he dies, the remaining half of the "Sword Sutra of the Embryo Divine Yuan" promised will be in vain.
For the sake of the Sword Scripture and for the sake of human kindness, Bai Shu felt that he should be compassionate.
"Sheep sacrifice wine? Old sheep?"
This name made Zuo Zhao, who was already a bit impatient, startled. Not only him, but also Wu Xian and Wu Hui raised their eyebrows slightly.
"Yang Shixuan?" Zuo Zhao asked again.
"Yes." Bai Zhu nodded.
"Is there another woman with big breasts and a curvy butt who has a baby?" Zuo Zhao looked strange: "Is she still bragging that her husband is from the Yan family in Taizhou?"
"Uh~"
Bai Shu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"really."
Zuo Zhao sighed and looked at each other with Wu Xian and Wu Hui, understanding each other.
"Sure enough..." He grinned wildly, his voice was like thunder, and he burst into tears from his laughter.
"As expected, he is an old sheep who helps people raise their children!"
Zuo Zhao straightened up with laughter and wiped his tears. Wu Hui laughed so hard that even Wu Xian had a strange expression.
"Why is he hurt?"
Seeing several people looking over at him, Bai Shu could only tell the story of that day in detail, interspersed with Zuo Zhao's various wild laughter.
After stumbling and stumbling for two or three sticks of incense, Bai Shu finally explained the situation completely.
"Lao Yang is so compassionate and his love is still as great as before." Zuo Zhao sighed in admiration, "In order to raise other children, he even risked half of his life. It is really touching."
"Amitabha."
Wuhui's face was solemn, and he sighed softly: "Mrs. Yan must have mentioned that this old sheep is also willing to do it."
The two looked at each other and laughed wildly.
Wu Xian coughed several times and signaled that there were still other sergeants around, and the two of them managed to stop laughing.
Zuo Zhao's laughter was like thunder rolling to the ground, making a rumbling sound, and Xie Fanjing couldn't help but glance at him.
Seeing the dumb little girl looking at him, Zuo Zhao's laughter suddenly got stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly.
He first gave some instructions to the beautiful woman, and then hurriedly talked to Wu Xian and Wu Hui, looking impatient.
"Master's nephew."
Wu Xian was staggered by him, with helplessness on his face:
"There is no need to worry about the matter of the sheep sacrifice and wine, it is taken care of by us. Since he has promised you the Sword Scripture, he will not regret it as long as I am waiting for you."
This Sword Sutra has a great background.
Hearing the meaningless Bai Zhu, his eyes lit up.
Wu Xian wanted to say more, but he was grabbed by Zuo Zhao. The three of them turned into light and disappeared in an instant.
"I'll wait for you at Zhao Mansion in the evening."
Only the lingering sound echoed lowly in the same place. When he told Yang Shixuan's deeds earlier, Wu Xian had already asked him where he lived.
The pretty woman's eyes moved slightly, and when she saw the three people leaving, she timidly took a step closer to Bai Zhu.
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"The little girl from the Xie family is your relative, right?"
In an instant, the three of them were lying on the clouds high in the sky. Wu Hui stretched out lazily and asked curiously:
"Speaking of which, her aunt is Zuntang, why are you so cold to her?"
"I am afraid of anyone who has anything to do with Du Shaozhi."
Zuo Zhao shook his head, "Little girl, you don't know, and you don't know either? She is Du Shaozhi's designated disciple, and I don't want to deal with her."
"That incident back then."
While the two were chatting, Wu Xian, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly spoke.
His whole body was bathed in the light above the clouds, like a glaze Arhat with a golden body.
"It's understandable that you are plotting against Mr. Da's disciples. He and we are incompatible."
"only……"
Wu Xian shook his head and sighed:
"It's too much to show no mercy at all. That person was beaten into a trap and his reputation was ruined.
Why is the game between us so undisguised and so bloody?"
Zuo Zhao was silent for a moment. He opened his mouth, but was speechless.
This old incident has become a thorn in the hearts of all the families and the Holy Land.
Du Shaozhi's disciples were expelled and even beaten into a trap, losing face.
Although they won, no one thought that they would win in such a situation.
The development of the situation should have been more gradual.
"Who would have thought." Zuo Zhao shook his head sadly, "That person named Song wouldn't have thought that in the end, the situation would be beyond our control."
The dynasty, the aristocratic family, and the holy land are clearly distinct, but they are entangled with each other.
Wuhui patted Zuo Zhao on the shoulder and comforted him:
"Don't think too much. Although Mr. Da is always trying to find fault with you and wants to kill you whenever he gets the chance, the Confucianism technique is so peaceful that death won't be too painful."
"Go away!"
Zuo Zhao slapped away the probing oil claw, his face still feeling bitter.
"Don't bother with the old talk." Seeing Zuo Zhao's increasingly bitter face, Wu Xian had no choice but to stop talking.
"I am waiting for this trip, firstly, to collect merits, and secondly, to pay my respects to Madam Yinshan on behalf of the master behind me, such as..."
"Where can I find Madam Yinshan?" Wuhui shrugged.
High in the sky, the city became like an ant nest, and the many soldiers walking in the city were like busy ants.
Zuo Zhao lowered his head and looked down, his eyes slightly narrowed.
He liked this feeling very much. Everything was small, and only they who were in the clouds were the real big ones in the world.
"No matter what, we must also find Mrs. Yinshan."
He slowly turned around, suppressed his dejection, and spoke solemnly to the two brothers:
"Mrs. Yinshan is related to the big plan behind us, but it will take a lot of effort."
