Too Reckless

The fighting and warmth in Changqing Mountain is difficult to spread to Donghua City, which is dozens of miles away. The capital under the rain curtain is still peaceful and peaceful.

It was just nighttime, and laughter could be heard faintly from Goulan, an alley in Linhefang.

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

In the backyard of the restaurant, the western bedroom is still lit with dim lights. In the elegant and neat bedroom, half-finished embroidery is placed on the small table, a few boxes of rouge are placed on the dressing table, and the red orchid is placed in the center.

On the embroidery bed, Tang Jingshen was dressed in a small white coat, with her hands flat on her knees, and sat cross-legged, next to the opened "Qi Yang Jue".

Although she was just entering the practice, Tang Jingshen's movements were very serious; she sat upright with her chest upright, her waist-length hair hung down and draped over her back, and her beautiful cheeks were warm and moist, still with a charming charm.

But what was different than usual was that Tang Jingxuan had a little more indescribable aura on her body. Even if she was dressed in the attire of a market woman, she no longer had the market taste of the past.

The rain was crackling outside, but the room was silent.

The white bird, like a glutinous rice dumpling, squatted between Tang Jingshen's legs, with Wu Liuliu's focused eyes, staring at the oil lamp on the dressing table.

Two flames were reflected in the black and bright eyes of the bird.

The room was airtight, and the flames were supposed to be straight up, but Little Bird Danzi found strangely that the little flames on the lampstand seemed to be moving.

"jiji-"

Danzi called twice, probably because he wanted the master to check, but the master didn't respond.

Soon, the shaking of the flames became clearer.

huh-huh-

As if there was an invisible wind blowing, the flames on the lampstand swayed in the direction of the embroidery bed, flickering and flickering, until it was completely tilted, and the flames were gradually being stretched and extended toward the bed.

"Tweet—"

Seeing the flames drifting towards it, Little Bird Danzi was very frightened, and arched 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, and the dumplings flew up in panic and came to the candlestick, wanting to stamp the fire out with small claws.

It's a pity that the pure white fluff was scorched as soon as he got closer.

Seeing that the flame was getting longer and longer, it was about to touch the curtain of the bed, and it would set the house on fire. The dumplings flew around the room in a hurry, chirping and reminding, and finally slammed into Tang Jingshen's chest.

pfft—

It was at this moment that the flame on the oil lamp seemed to have lost its traction, the two-foot-long flame dissipated, and the oil lamp returned to its original state.

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

"jiji-"

Danzi fell on the quilt, the fluff on his chest was scorched by flames, and there was a black mark, and he fluttered his small wings aggrieved, and kept pointing to the oil lamp next to him.

"Stupid bird, who made you fly around? Was it burned?"

Tang Jingxuan obviously didn't understand the meaning of the dumpling. She was angry and distressed. She quickly picked up the dumpling and touched the scorched fluff with her hands. Seeing that the bird was innocent, she raised her hand and tapped it on the head:

"Seeing that the fire is still going up, now I know I'm wronged? Stupid."

"jiji-"

Tang Jingxun gave a few remarks in a soft voice. Seeing that Xiaoniao was really aggrieved, she didn't say anything. She closed the "Qi Yang Jue" next to her, and blew out the oil lamp on the table.

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

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

"Gee."

"Wait for him to come over, do you think I should pretend that I can't learn it, and then ask him for more advice? Men are all good-natured. If I learn it right away, he will definitely feel bad..."

"Gee."

"Do you understand you? Jijijijiji."

"Hey."

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

The residence of Wang Zheng, the minister of household affairs, is only two hutongs away from Zuofu. When it was time to turn off the lights and go to bed, the mansion was quiet inside and out, only the study room was lit.

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

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

Tread—

Wang Zheng frowned, and when he turned to look, the window suddenly opened, and a black figure suddenly jumped in.

Wang Zheng shuddered with fright, and just as he was about to open his mouth to call for the guards, the figure who came in hurriedly said:

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

Wang Zheng's shouting stopped abruptly, and when he looked at it, he realized that the figure in front of him was Zhao Ze. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his face sank again:

"What are you doing here at night? There are eyeliners from the arresting department outside, what should I do if the news is leaked?"

Zhao Ze's face turned pale, and after carefully closing the window, he turned around and threw himself on the ground, bowing his hands:

"Lord Wang, you are my biological father and my parents. If it wasn't for what you said last time, I would have explained it in the mountains today..."

Suddenly being given such a big ceremony, Wang Zheng was still stunned for a while, but he immediately recalled:

"You messed up again?"

Zhao Ze still had lingering fears at this time. He knelt on the ground and didn't want to get up. He was about to speak when he suddenly saw the tiger whip in Wang Zheng's hand.

Wang Zheng looked down and said, "Well...for Li Xiang, you know, Li Xiang is getting old..."

"Understood! Mr. Wang doesn't need to say more. Next time, I will prepare something violent for Li Xiang, and you will bring it to Li Xiang by yourself."

"Ah, Li Xiang must be very relieved that you have this intention."

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

"You really screwed up?!"

Zhao Ze stood up, his face a little innocent:

"I really can't blame me. I called all the daoists near the capital, there were six people in total. Although I was afraid and kept walking beside me, the five of them fought for their lives. As a result, Lord Wang, guess what? what's going on?"

"Failed to fight?"

"No bones left!"

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

"Lord Wang didn't see that scene. Originally, that kid hadn't cultivated yet, but he broke through the realm. He raised his hand and swiped, one sword at a time. If I hadn't run fast, I would have been reincarnated now. ."

Wang Zheng frowned when he heard this~www.wuxiaspot.com~:

"Breakthrough, what do you mean?"

"It's just that there is a need for cultivation all of a sudden, and it looks quite high. I suspect that the kid is hiding, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger..."

"Don't talk about these useless things, have you spilled the dirty water?"

Zhao Ze nodded: "It's all according to your old arrangement. I specially asked them to bring the Fuya Mountain brand, and I must have seen it without incident. As for whether the disaster can be brought to the east, I can't say for sure, too many people died, only After dealing with the corpse, there is no time to deal with other traces, so there must be doubts."

Wang Zheng waved his hand: "Oh, that's all, I don't count on you guys, keep a low profile these days, don't really expose yourself. I'll tell Cheng Jiujiang the truth about the truth of the national teacher and let him know. They go to test."

"That's good, Mr. Wang's conspiracy and tricks are at your fingertips, you only need to stir up a little bit of discord..."

"Can you speak human language?"

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Ze was quite frightened by the scene where Zuo Lingquan descended to the earth, he thought for a while and then said:

"By the way, that left concubine, Mr. Wang should be careful. He has cultivated to this point at a young age. If he doesn't get rid of it early, it will become a serious problem in the future..."

"Tell you about this matter. The 'immortal masters' under your hands are all dead. How can I get rid of a civil servant? I will kill him with my mouth?"

"Uh... it's true, then I'm going to report to Tianzun?"

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

"I make up my own mind, I don't think I will survive next month."

"..."

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