Non-stick clothing

Three days had passed since Yue Zilin arrived in Zhangzhou. When she arrived at the shop of the Devil's Cult as promised, a woman with a woman's hair bun was standing at the door. She was dressed in plain color and wore a silver hairpin. She was obviously a widow whose husband had just died. appearance.

Yue Zilin circled to the front, the other party had almond eyes and peach cheeks, no makeup was applied, and there seemed to be tears on his face.

"Saint...Saint?" she asked.

Ling Wuhui suddenly burst into tears, pulling Yue Zilin's sleeves, the younger sister long and the younger sister crying non-stop.

Yue Zilin saw passers-by looking this way curiously, flicked his sleeves, and dragged Ling Wuhui in.

The people in the shop didn't know the saintess or Zuoshi, but they knew the belt badge worn by Yue Zilin.

The waist plate is black iron wood, it will not burn in the fire, nor can it be split by external force.

The guy's face changed when he saw this thing, and he said, "Two, please wait a moment, I'll go and invite the shopkeeper."

Yue Zilin nodded, and immediately a young maid led them to a seat and poured tea.

Yue Zilin held the teacup, pushed it over, and said, "Don't cry, drink tea." As he spoke, he also took a sip from the cup—to suppress his shock.

Ling Wuhui whimpered and said, "Little lady, her husband is newly mourned, how do you tell me to stop crying?"

Yue Zi said: "It's rose dew." She smelled it, and it was not poisonous, "Moisturize your throat."

Ling Wuhui was also afraid that it would not sound good to cry if his voice became hoarse, so he drank some and said after drinking, "You know that your brother-in-law is the most motivated person, studying hard day and night, the past six months Because his mother-in-law passed away, he was sad every day, and his health was not good. I advised him to rest, but he promised, but he didn’t do it. Last month, he caught a cold and didn’t know how to cultivate himself. How can he be so young? just go."

The shopkeeper who just came out hesitated and said, "Is this the one who took out the badge?"

The man said: "It's not the crying woman, it's the young one beside her."

Ling Wuhui raised her eyebrows when she heard that she was young. She claimed to be her sister, but it didn't mean she liked to hear that she was old. Just now, the guy said that Yue Zilin was young, but didn't he say that she looked old?

The shopkeeper came over and said, "Is this a girl's?"

Yue Zi said yes, and said, "I'll do it."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Girl, this wooden board is not worth a lot, and you have to go to a pawn shop if you want to pawn it. We sell jade, antiques, calligraphy and paintings here."

Yue Zilin said: "Wood is worthless, but isn't the stuff inside valuable?"

The shopkeeper said: "This guest is willing to come in with me to talk?"

Yue Zilin said, "Okay."

Ling Wuhui didn't finish drinking the rose dew, so he didn't want to leave.

The shopkeeper couldn't help asking: "This is?"

Yue Zi didn't look back, and said: "I picked it up on the road. I saw that she was unconscious and beautiful. I was afraid that I would throw it there and be bullied, so I brought it back."

It is impossible for her to say that this is the saint of the Demon Cult.

Except for a few high-ranking people in the main altar who knew the inside story, everyone else thought that the Demon Cult was something sinister, and that the person in power must be a vicious and murderous demon, or a ruthless warrior at worst.

The shopkeeper praised: "The customer is indeed chivalrous."

Yue Zilin felt that what he wanted to say was that he was free to do nothing, so he said flatly, "Acknowledge it."

Shopkeeper: "..."

Entering the inner room, the shopkeeper said: "I don't know if the customer said that this wood is valuable. Where is the value?"

Yue Zilin asked, "Can't you open it?"

The shopkeeper smiled wryly and said: "This is just a sub-rudder, and it really can't win the title of 'Heaven' in the main altar."

There are four grades of Demon Cult waist cards, which are for Heaven, Earth, No, and Benevolence. Only the main altar can open the "Heaven" pole.

Yue Zilin was fiddling with this waist card, he didn't know what method he used, he just heard the sound of the machine and switched it on.

She handed it to the shopkeeper.

The wooden sign is inlaid with jasper, and there is a word in the jade, which is the envoy of the left.

The shopkeeper returned the badge and said, "So it's Master Zuoshi."

Yue Zilin said: "I have something to do here, you go and arrange two upper rooms, don't let anyone disturb you."

The shopkeeper respectfully said: "Yes," he paused, and then said: "Then... the crying woman outside?"

Yue Zilin said: "You don't have to worry about this, she is trustworthy."

Things have come to this, the shopkeeper has nothing to say, said: "Yes."

Yue Zilin thought for a while, then said, "Is Lian Ye here?"

The shopkeeper said: "Lord Lian Ye has come, but he is in the side house every day to deal with educational affairs, so he seldom comes here."

Yue Zilin nodded, and went out to see Ling Wuhui pulling the girl's sleeve, saying something tearfully, the little girl's eyes were also red, obviously she took it seriously.

"Sister, just now you said that your mother-in-law has abused you in every possible way since you married into her family. What happened afterwards?"

Yue Zilin rubbed the center of his brows, but she didn't hear anything.

Ling Wuhui was about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of Yuezi approaching from the corner of his eye, and said in a low voice, "My aunt is here, I will tell you another day."

Yue Zi Linxin said, wasn't I still your sister just now?

Not long after, a maid came in and said, "Shopkeeper, the room has been tidied up."

The shopkeeper personally sent the two of them to a quiet courtyard, and said: "There are people outside the courtyard who are waiting to be summoned. If you need anything, you can tell them."

The courtyard is elegant, and there is a pear tree with luxuriant branches and leaves.

Yue Zilin said: "I see. You go to work first."

The shopkeeper said goodbye.

Yue Zilin said: "Stop acting, everyone has left."

Ling Wuhui wiped away his tears and said, "How is my acting?"

Yue Zilin said: "Not at all. What's the matter? That one is back?"

Ling Wuhui said: "No. He and Fengya don't know how happy they are outside, leaving me and Ling Wuxin to suffer and suffer in the Devil's Cult."

Suffering and suffering in the devil's religion?

Yue Zilin said: "I think the Holy Maiden is still at ease."

Ling Wuhui said: "My heart is far away from myself." She pulled Yue Zilin and said: "Let's go in and talk."

Rose water and other pastries were placed on the table, Ling Wuhui picked up a piece of goat milk cake and stuffed it into Yue Zilin's mouth.

Yue Zilin subconsciously bit it and swallowed it when he found it was not poisonous.

"How about it?"

"It's too sweet." She frowned.

"I'm asking if it's poisonous."

Yue Zilin said coldly: "Yes." He said and put all these things in front of him.

Ling Wuhui wanted to take it, but an object fell down on the table, it was Chunshui.

It is the unsheathed spring water.

Ling Wuhui withdrew his hand all of a sudden.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

"I was seen by Lian Ye." Ling Wuhui said bluntly.

Yue Zi said, "Why?"

No matter what, it is impossible for Lian Ye to meet Ling Wuhui, unless...

What Ling Wuhui said at the next moment confirmed what Yue Zilin was thinking, and said: "I followed her all the way to Zhangzhou City. My martial arts are not as good as hers, so she discovered and captured me."

Yue Zilin took a deep breath and said, "Why did you follow her?"

Ling Wuhui said: "If the person you hate is unlucky, don't you want to see how lonely and sad she is?"

Yue Zilin only felt that her temples were protruding, she just wanted to give Ling Wuhui a sword, and said, "Then what?"

Ling Wuhui said: "She let me go."

"Then why don't you go?"

"Why am I leaving?"

Yue Zilin regretted it, she regretted not staying in the barracks to face Duan Changge, but talking nonsense with Ling Wuhui here.

"I think the play is over," Ling Wuhui said with great interest, "but not yet, I want to continue singing." She took a sip of rose water and licked her lips with enjoyment, "I want to let She's totally heartbroken."

Yue Zilin smiled lightly and said, "Then what do you want me to do?"

Ling Wuhui said: "I have heard about the ruthlessness of Yue Zuo Shi, even if I am not in the Devil's Cult, so please ask Master Zuo Shi to help me think of a way to make her give up."

"that's it?"

Ling Wuhui showed a dazed expression, and said, "Otherwise, what else would there be?"

After a while, people outside the courtyard heard a scream coming from the courtyard.

"Yue Zilin, I am the saint of the demon sect, you are guilty of the crime, ignore... ah, you throw down the sword!"

Chunshui's sword edge brushed over his temples and cut off a lock of hair.

Ling Wuhui screamed: "How dare you cut my hair!"

Yue Zi speculated: "I still dare to cut off your head."

The two of you come and go, fighting from the room to the courtyard.

Ling Wuhui was not good at martial arts, but Yue Zilin was recognized by the Demon Sect as a martial arts prodigy who had been unmatched for a hundred years. He captured Ling Wuhui in less than half a stick of incense and tied him to a tree.

Ling Wuhui was dizzy and cursed loudly: "You are presumptuous!"

Yue Zilin said coldly: "I dare to be more presumptuous." Before he finished speaking, a small knife flew out and cut half of the rope.

The rope was crumbling, Ling Wuhui could even hear the sound of the rope breaking, and the canopy of the tree was more than three feet above the ground, so she didn't dare to move anymore.

Abandoning Duan Changge to deal with the affairs of the Demon Cult, she is a fool!

Ling Wuhui felt dizzy and frightened on the top, and said, "Put me down."

Yue Zilin inserted the spring water back and said: "Don't let it go, when the rope is broken, you will come down naturally."

Ling Wuhui was extremely depressed, and said: "How big is it that deserves your anger? When Ling Wuxin sent you to Wanzhou for a wooden cage, he didn't see you like this. He only allowed the state officials to set fires and not let the people light lamps?"

Yue Zilin said: "The leader is for business."

"Nonsense. For business? Raising snakes is also called business? He spends his time in the Devil's Cult all day long. If I were your subordinates, I would definitely tie him up and take the position myself." Ling Wuhui said, her eyes Turning around, he said, "No. At that time, you were happy to go to Wanzhou by buying a cage. What's wrong with Zhangzhou now? Isn't it because you went to Wanzhou last time? It's okay to stay in the teaching, but this time I'm angry at me for disturbing you and Duan Buyi!"

Yuezi threw another knife with a slap, Ling Wuhui slammed his heart, thinking that she couldn't kill me anyway, and said: "But I was so angry after being hit by what I said? I'm surprised too, don't you want to Come to find a reason for nothing, why are you so angry when you come here?"

she won't come?

Why don't you keep her to face Duan Changge?

What did she say?How to do it?

She didn't know whether Duan Changge woke up at that time, she was impulsive, if Duan Changge woke up at that time, facing that scene, could they still be friends?

Because he really couldn't think of any good way, Yue Zilin took advantage of this matter and came to Zhangzhou.

Ling Wuhui said: "You won't do anything to offend her, will you?"

Yue Zilin said: "No."

Ling Wuhui said: "I think you have a guilty conscience."

Yue Zilin cut off the last piece of rope that was constantly broken.

Ling Wuhui slammed to the ground, raising a layer of dust.

She was protected by zhenqi, and Yue Zilin was not worried about her broken arms and legs. She avoided the dust and stood expressionlessly.

Ling Wuhui said weakly: "Yue Zilin, you are so cruel."

Yue Zilin said: "If you don't believe me, look up, who will the sky let go?"

Ling Wuhui looked up and saw a pair of brocade shoes.

The shopkeeper looked at Ling Wuhui lying on the ground, a drop of sweat dripped from the corner of his brow, and said, "This is?"

Yue Zilin said: "It's nothing, I'm treating her illness."

"Cure?"

"Epileptic." Yue Zilin said, "Is there something wrong? Go into the room and tell me."

The shopkeeper said: "No, no, no. This subordinate is just here to tell the lord that the lord is here. I heard that the lord is here, and I want to come and see the lord."

Yue Zilin raised his brows, and said with a half-smile, "How could Lian Ye 'hear' that I'm coming?"

Ling Wuhui said weakly: "I said it. I said that if you have any doubts, go to the sub-helm to find Yue Zuo Shi in four days."

Yue Zilin smiled and said: "Okay, let her come here." She drew out her sword and said: "Go out."

The shopkeeper looked at Ling Wuhui worriedly.

Sure enough, as soon as he left the yard, he heard screams.

"Yue Zilin, you are not human!"

"Ancestor, ancestor, let go! My hair! Ah!"

Ling Wuhui had half of his hair cut off by Duan Changge, lying on the ground with emptiness in his eyes, and said, "You kill me. I really have no face to live in this world after being insulted like this."

"I killed you, it's not easy to explain to the master after a hundred years. Get out, Lian Ye is coming."

Ling Wuhui said: "No, you let me lie here, I want to pass away here."

Yue Zilin dragged her into the room and said, "Don't you want to see Lian Yan Luotuo? You are so haggard, how can you have the pleasure of condescending?"

Ling Wuhui agreed when he heard it, and said: "I need to change my clothes first and comb it..." She gritted her teeth and said, "Hair." As she spoke, she aimed at Yue Zilin's black hair, thinking that she would cut it off.

Sir Lian Yan rang out in unison outside the courtyard.

Ling Wuhui rushed into the room.

Lian Ye came in and said politely, "The envoy of Yue Zuo."

Seeing that she was doing well, Yue Zilin asked, "How is Zhangzhou?"

Lian Ye said: "The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the people are outstanding."

Zhangzhou is a city on the frontier, it can be described as poor and evil, Lian Yan is just talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Yue Zilin bent his eyebrows and smiled, and said: "Master Lian Yan is not here just to chat with me, is it?"

Lian Ye said: "Of course not, there is something unclear about this subordinate, and I hope you can give me some advice."

Yue Zilin said: "It's not enough to give advice, but it's barely enough to solve doubts."

Lian Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, my lord. Please, my lord."

She pointed to the room Ling Wuhui entered, and pushed open the door intimately.

Yue Zilin went in, followed by Lian Ye.

There was no one in the room, not even a used cup.

Yue Zilin sat down and said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Lian Ye stared at the cakes on the table and said, "Please tell me, sir, who Fan Yu is."

The author has something to say: Thanks to Sifan, nonsense, and a half-section of little angel mines.

Rusty taro grass cake, the grenade of the little angel of inch mans.