In the afternoon, the shrill chirping of cicadas sounded.
The golden sunshine shines on the Yuzhou River, making the waves sparkling.
"I was hurt by wine and sex, and I turned out to be so haggard..."
An Jing looked at his pale face in the bronze mirror and said, "From today on, no, from this moment on, abstinence!"
"what are you talking about?"
At this moment, Zhao Qingmei was holding a bowl of mung bean soup and looking at An Jing who was muttering in the mirror.
"I said the weather is really hot, and Madam is still working so hard..."
"This is freshly cooked mung bean soup, it's still hot."
"Madam, you have worked so hard."
An Jing took the mung bean soup happily, forgetting what he just said.
"I added some of your traditional Chinese medicine in it." Zhao Qingmei had a hint of cunning in her eyes.
"Chinese medicine?" An Jing was stunned for a moment.
Is it the traditional Chinese medicine used to make medicinal wine?
Zhao Qingmei pursed her lips and said: "This is cooked for you alone. There is a big pot at the back, which is placed at the door of the pharmacy. It can be used to relieve the heat of passers-by."
An Jing sighed secretly in his heart: "My wife is not only gentle and virtuous, but also kind-hearted. Granny Wang is right. Being able to marry such a woman is a blessing for eight lifetimes."
"Madam, the most famous opera troupe in Liyuan is on stage today." Tan Yun walked out sleepily holding a pot of mung bean porridge.
"The theater troupe?"
An Jing wondered why he had never heard Zhao Qingmei say that she liked to listen to opera.
Tan Yun suddenly became energetic, looked at An Jing with big eyes and said, "Uncle, haven't you heard of opera?"
"I've heard it before. I've heard it often before. I can also sing a few lines. Listen..."
An Jing also became interested and coughed twice.
Zhao Qingmei on the side also looked over, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"Uncle, don't force yourself." Tan Yun clicked his tongue.
An Jing was seen holding up his sleeves, and then he stepped forward unhurriedly.
"Yu Ji, do you have any regrets?"
His voice was melodious and sweet, with a lingering lingering sound. An Jing turned around, the hem of his clothes turned with the breeze, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes.
"I follow your Majesty."
"life and death."
"No regrets."
.........
After speaking, the room fell silent.
Zhao Qingmei was completely immersed in it.
Especially in the last eight words, she seemed to see the sad woman, looking at her king firmly, and then slashed with the long sword, and the blood from her neck shot out.
Tan Yun also had goosebumps everywhere and was shocked in his heart.
"How's it going? Is it okay?"
An Jing chuckled and said: "The folks in my hometown used to like this tune, and I also learned a few lines."
"It's...not bad."
Tan Yun came back to his senses and said with erratic eyes: "After all, he is a little worse than the top performer in the Liyuan Opera Troupe."
At this moment, Tan Yun was very surprised. How could this young man sing better than that troupe!?
This shouldn’t be, shouldn’t be!
"Husband, when I come back, sing this complete song to me."
Zhao Qingmei, on the other hand, is affectionate.
"Okay, you go ahead." An Jing said with a smile.
Afterwards, Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun cleaned up and went to the Liyuan in the west of the city. Only An Jing was left in the medicine shop.
"I have nothing to do at the moment, why not go next door and listen to a book."
An Jing picked up the cigarette bag hanging on the wall, picked up the small stool and went to the teahouse next door.
"Dr. Xiao An, I can only drink tea today, and there is no book to listen to."
The teahouse waiter saw An Jingdao.
"What's wrong?" An Jing asked doubtfully.
"When I went to Mr. Zhou's house this morning, I found that Mr. Zhou was bedridden. He seemed to have caught a cold," the waiter replied.
"That's really a pity."
An Jing sighed and could only return to the pharmacy.
"It seems that there were new changes in the Book of Ground last night. I didn't have time to check..."
An Jing thought of something, and the thought fell into his mind.
Tip 1: The host's destiny has not yet taken root (one year left), so no one can learn the identity of the host when using martial arts, otherwise he will get a black opportunity.
Tip 2: There is a person who deduce heavenly secrets in the dungeon of Yuzhou City, and you can get a yellow opportunity from him (dropped under the Bodhi Bead).
.........
"Dungeon? Where is the Bodhi Bead?"
An Jing frowned and thought secretly. According to the chances described in the book on the ground, from low to high, they are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. The yellow chance is already considered a very good chance.
The green opportunity he got last time allowed Anjing to directly gather human flowers, saving him decades of hard work.
Although he always feels that cyan opportunity is not that simple...
This time, I am reminded that the yellow chance is the Bodhi Bead. According to past experience, the treasures given by the yellow chance are all first-rate.
Martial arts are divided into third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate, and then there are martial arts at the entrance level, which are earth martial arts, Xuanwu, Zhenwu, and Tianwu levels.
The sword-drawing technique, the sword-hiding technique, and the sword-driving technique combined together are Zhenwu-level swordsmanship, and Daluo Heart Technique is also Zhenwu-level martial arts.
Zhenwu-level martial arts is already considered a very high-level martial arts. As long as it appears in the world, it will be a bloody existence.
The Guiyi Sword Technique and Da Luo Xin Technique that An Jing learned came from yellow chance.
This shows that the Bodhi Bead should at least be a Zhenwu level treasure, and it might be able to help him improve his cultivation.
An Jing picked up the feather duster on the table and cleaned the dust on the counter.
Just then a cockroach crawled out from the corner.
An Jing put down the feather duster, picked up the pipe and took a puff, feeling unhappy.
"With my strength, there shouldn't be much risk if I sneak into the dungeon. However, Han Wenxin said that Xuan Yiwei has a golden head catcher appearing in Yuzhou City, which is a big threat to me."
"The golden-character catcher's cultivation level is at the second level. If he is accidentally killed by me, it will definitely cause turmoil and attract more masters from the Xuanyi Guard. Therefore, I must not reveal my identity when I go to the dungeon this time."
"After all, I only have one year to fully take root in my destiny. I can't make any mistakes at this critical juncture."
"Being able to marry such a beautiful and gentle wife and live such an ordinary and wonderful life is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes."
"No matter what, I have to protect her, so I must not expose my cultivation before the fate has taken root, but the improvement of strength is also particularly critical."
"There are always some secrets that you can only know by yourself and cannot be told to others. I feel much better today when I tell you."
Since the instructions in the Book of the Earth, he has never revealed his strength to anyone, nor has he confided his thoughts to anyone.
It's hard to keep a secret in your heart that you can't tell.
An Jing put away his pipe and let out a long sigh, feeling a lot more relaxed. Then he stepped on the cockroach on the ground to death.