I was stolen by a bird to be my wife

The comfort of the Little Tsinghua Pool has amazed the two ministries, but it is only a standing item rewarded to those who enter and exit the Hongfu Shoulu Long Live God Realm for the first time, and it is not considered rare.

The truly famous Great Tsinghua Pool is some distance away from the Little Tsinghua Pool, and even the water used is not the same spring as the Little Tsinghua Pool as the palace people said.

Because of the vast area of ​​the Great Tsinghua Pool, how could only one spring be used?

Inside Tsinghua Palace, the color of the hot spring water is like milk, and the mist on the water surface is so thick that it cannot be melted away, and the fragrant fragrance naturally emanates from the flow.

The bottom of the pool is paved with pink jade, carved with delicate but not sharp patterns, so as not to be too flat and slippery, and too undulating to hurt people.

After entering the Daqinghua Pool along the steps, continue to move forward. The thick fog gradually fades, and then the sun shines in and it suddenly becomes clear.

It turned out to be a rooftop with flying eaves for shade, and copper bells hanging from the corners of the eaves. Palace people cleaned it every day.

Long live Hong Fu Shou Lu is on this rooftop, soaking in the pool.

The old man did not change his white robe, nor did he take off his golden mask, but only put down his hard-winged head, revealing his loose gray hair.

He was half leaning against the edge of the roof, and a court lady knelt on his right, holding a big cigarette stick full of big smoke for him, and the pungent smell surrounded her, but she didn't change her smile.

Another court lady knelt behind Hongfu Shoulu Wansui, her soft thighs supported the back of the old man's neck, and her hands rubbed the old man's hair with just the right amount of strength.

As for the ladies and gentlemen serving fine berries and delicacies, the small Tsinghua Pool has all the configurations, and naturally there are more here.

Even so, the rooftop was still as quiet as if only Hong Fu Shou Lu lived forever, the waiters moved lightly, their breathing slowed down, and no matter how many people moved, they didn't make any sound.

Well-trained to this point, but only to serve one person.

In a sense, this is the ultimate enjoyment.

Long live Hong Fu Shou Lu didn't take these palace people seriously, he used hot spring water and smoke to relieve the fatigue he had been worrying about since last night, and then he lifted up the "Zu Shi Sui Suan Jing" he brought back.

The jade slips woven with gold thread and jade strips, with fine and neat inscriptions, are the works of Zu Ling Zu Yun, the master of the Mo School in the Jixia Academy, who spent his entire life.

The decline of the Mo school in Jixia Academy has something to do with his family accepting students and not paying attention to family background.Of course, the students with good family backgrounds were all selected by other schools, and the students left for the Mo school were Lu Shuang, who was talented and intelligent and escaped from the folk, but had no relationship in the academy.

Perhaps this is the case, Mohist scribes with slightly different perspectives from other scribes often published "books" with strange functions, such as this "Zu Shi Sui Suan Jing".

Hundreds of years have passed since Zu Yunzhi's death. "Zu Shi Sui Suan Jing" was actually written by him when he was young. When it was all written, his son Chaoshuang was never born.

For countless years, the master of the Mo School has been revising and re-editing it.Because I feel that I have not reached the level where I can show my hands, I seldom talk about it to others.

Later, Zu Yunzhi's student Lu Shuang left Jixia Academy and returned to Lujiapo, Ezhou, and borrowed the method of offering sacrifices to the fields in order to increase production.And Zu Yunzhi died of illness in Jixia Academy Palace.

Zu Yunzhi has no wife and no offspring, so the "Zu Shi Sui Suan Jing" should be handed over to his student Lu.But when the relics were being packed, someone stumbled across the manuscript.

In the end, "Zu Shi Sui Suan Jing" fell into the hands of Hong Fu Shou Lu Wan Long Live.

The manuscript is perishable, so the evil god reshaped its body with golden silk and jade slips, and then borrowed the hand of natural disasters to turn it into Avalokitesvara with eight thousand hands.

In other words, the gold thread on the jade slip was woven by Hong Fu Shou Lu Wan Long live, and the small characters on the surface of the jade slip were carved by him.

If Young Master Chaoshuang had done something on it, Hong Fu Shou Lu Long Long Live could not fail to see it.

It stands to reason that this is the case, but Li Chaoshuang caught the "Ancestor's Supplementary Sutra" in the witch temple of Yueyue City, which scared not only Zhuo Yuan, but also Hongfu Shoulu Wansui.

It can even be said that Hong Fu Shoulu Long Live is more frightened than Zhuo Yuan.

In the past, the sword of Wuhui poked the flood back to Dongdafeng with a single sword. Hongfu, Shoulu and Long live are those who have witnessed it.Compared with Zhuo Yuan's attitude of not caring much about the chances of winning at the beginning, he avoided Li Chaoshuang even more.

"You can't take risks." The old man in white robe put down the wet jade slip.

He raised his head, and the maid who was massaging him wiped his hair, then quietly retreated, while the maid on the right handed him a big cigarette stick.

Long live Hong Fu Shou Lu took a big breath, spit it out, and thought.

Just in case, this jade slip has been in the hands of Young Master Chaoshuang, it is better to put it away for three days before using it.

After the decision was made, without making a sound, the palace people brought out a lacquer box and asked Hong Fu Shoulu Long Live to put the jade slips in it.

That's right, I was already suspicious that Young Master Chaoshuang had done something to the "Zu Shi Sui Suan Jing", how could the evil god put it close to him?

For the next three days, Hong Fu Shou Lu Long Long Live will not even touch this jade scroll...

It should be so.

The sound of Zhuo Yuan's footsteps broke the silence in Tsinghua Palace. The former governor of the left came to the rooftop through the mist of the hot spring. He didn't even look at the view overlooking the imperial city. For a moment, he restrained his expression, lowered his eyes and said:

"Officials, please descend to God Realm."

A group of courtiers holding lacquer boxes were about to pass by him. When Zhuo Yuan said this, it seemed as if he could see through the lacquer box, knowing that the "Zu Shi Suan Jing" was hidden in the lacquer box. One step, stop this team of palace men.

Please descend to the realm of the gods, which refers to assimilating the realm of the gods with a certain place in the underworld to form a boundless ghost realm.

Jiuqianjiu Shengsheng's grieving mother once used this method to try to trap the son Chaoshuang.It never occurred to her that the realm of the gods would fall and the realm of boundless ghosts would be formed. In less than half an hour, Donghuang Taiyi was asked to find her incarnation, and then he asked his son Chaoshuang to pierce her statue in the temple with a sword.

But if you don't mention this, Boundless Ghost Field is indeed a good way to trap people first-class.

Zhuo Yuan brought this up suddenly, really out of his head.

Fortunately, Hong Fu Shoulu Long Long Live is also not an ordinary person, and Zhuo Yuan's purpose can be guessed from the tone of his voice.

"Zhuo Qing still wants to deal with Young Master Chaoshuang?" The white-robed old man's voice was full of displeasure, "I think Zhuo Qing needs to think carefully about this point and be more cautious."

I've said it all, why should I deal with that sick child?

Wouldn't it be better to wait for him to die?

The evil god made up his mind, even if the young master Chaoshuang Dong Huangtai and his party came to Pingjing, they would never show up.

Naturally, the young master Chaoshuang took a lot of trouble to cross the river, and the purpose was not Pingjing, he didn't even believe it.

Long live Hong Fu Shoulu speculated like this, and then Zhuo Yuan said:

"Young Master Chaoshuang's purpose of going north is Mount Buzhou."

"..."

Hongfu Shoulu Long Live The maid on the right took a deep breath, she didn't understand what Zhuo Yuan was talking about with the officials, but her white and tender fingers scalded the front end of the big cigarette stick.

The evil spirit who threw the big cigarette stick at her suddenly got up, he and Zhuo Yuan looked at each other for a moment—perhaps for a moment through the two masks—and finally stretched out their hands to the group of palace people who were uncertain whether to stay or not.

"bring here."

Long live Hong Fu Shou Lu took a breath before he could say this in a calm tone.

Thousands of reluctance and reluctance, all entangled in one word.

"Bring the "Zu Shi Sui Suan Jing"!"