Jade bone ice muscle

After the palace banquet, the two immortals waited in Lingshu Palace drinking tea. He Bugui made sure that the person left the banquet early, and would definitely come back to explain the reason to the two. Bai Yingchi cut the mooncakes, ordered the tea and warmed it up After a while, Crane Bugui came looking for him wrapped in a cool breeze.

"Isn't this here?" Bai Yingchi waved at him, "Come and sit here, junior brother, it's warm."

Bai Shujing was impatient, with the mooncake still stuffed in his mouth, and he would ask anyone he saw, "Does Yu Wuque have any clues about that monster?"

"Call Wu Qinglan over here." He Bugui squeezed between the two of them and sat cross-legged, "The physical evidence is in his hands, senior brother, you have to help him remove the things, so that this kid will suffer less."

Drinking hot tea, He Bugui told the whole story, but when he mentioned the purpose of the demon, he gave a rare click.

Bai Shujing clenched his fists in disbelief: "In broad daylight, this monster doesn't even let off male disciples?!"

He Bugui stared at Huang's tea soup and said, "That's what Yu Wuque said, indecent manners are not the point, senior sister, you've heard it before forgetting it, don't ask him, let alone pass it on."

Bai Yingchi took it seriously: "You are frightened by this, you have to comfort him."

"There is nothing to be relieved." He Bugui stuffed a piece of mooncake into his mouth, "There are not many clues, we have to find out as soon as possible, I thought of a way."

The scales were used as the only evidence, and Bai Yingchi took them off for Wu Qinglan by himself. When the battle was withdrawn, it was extremely painful. Wu Qinglan gritted her teeth and said nothing. When it was over, Bai Yingchi told him to go back and take a good rest. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After thanking the elder, Wu Qinglan specially made an inexplicable gift to He Bugui.

The incorporeal scales were forcibly preserved by the spell, and the demonic aura on them was too weak. Not only did it take time to track it down, but it also needed an opportunity for the demon to show up again to catch it.

But because of the monster's weird behavior, it is possible to set up a trick to lure him out first.

The second day when the crane didn't return, he put his idea into practice. He improvised a group of girl puppets with a high degree of simulation as targets, and waited for them near Peiyue Lake.

"On the third day after the launch, a female puppet was murdered. In the woods south of Peiyue Lake, her clothes were messy. After the other party found out that it was a puppet, she also disappeared in an instant. The female puppet's spiritual core has been retrieved. She confirmed it personally. The other party was wearing the uniform of a disciple of Tianji Palace, a man with an unfamiliar face, and Mu Qingjun gave the portrait to see, and he said that he was not a disciple of Tianji Palace."

In the middle of the report, Kongzhi stopped talking, went into the room and took a big cloak to put on He Bugui. In late autumn, the night is deep and frosty. He Bugui has already held a hand stove at this time in previous years. He probably drank too much tonic soup recently. His face became much more rosy, his hands were not so cold anymore, and the servant puppet still covered him with clothes as usual.

"Today is the seventh day of launch, and three more female puppets were attacked by monsters. One of the arms disappeared, and the wound on the severed limb was a bit strange, as if it had been corroded by something. Hand it over to the Palace Master."

"It's tentacles! His texture is different after showing his original shape, which is the case with the skin and flesh of many monsters."

Yu Wuque's crisp voice came from the gate of the courtyard, Kongzhi raised his head and smiled at him, while He Bugui was still picking tea leaves patiently: "Eavesdropping on the corner is getting more and more presumptuous."

Yu Wuque smiled and walked to the front, put the food box away, and opened the bag on his shoulder: "When the time comes, the disciple was about to come over to check his homework, so he just went outside and listened for a few times, no wonder the Shangxian."

He Bugui had known for a long time that there was someone squatting outside, and he refused to come in after a long time of rustling.

Yu Wuque snorted and took out things, a copy of scriptures, two volumes of new drawings, and three parts that were not formed, and respectfully presented them together.

He scratched his scalp, observing He Bugui's expression with some trepidation: "Please comment on it."

These are the homework for Yu Wuque for a week.

On the second day after returning from the palace banquet, Kong Zhi suddenly notified him to resume morning and evening schoolwork, saying that He Bugui had allowed him.

At the beginning, Yu Wuque thought flatteringly that he would appreciate him if he didn’t appreciate him, but only being a handyman must feel inferior, so he was allowed to spend his time on studying and practicing. Who would have thought that there is nothing missing about being a handyman Said that morning and evening class time is fixed, he can only use the rest time to do coolies.

I don't know what kind of stimulation He Bugui received, squeezed his rest time, and even found Kong Nian to be his teacher.

Who is that Kong Nian?The Sutra Pavilion has been working for more than 100 years!

In the place where thousands of volumes of scriptures are stored, even if there is a broken page, Kong Nian can memorize it backwards, accurately telling which page in which volume, the puppet does not need to rest, and studies day and day, which is literally Learning rich five cars.

He was teaching, Yu Wuque was one head and two big, and if he recited a wrong word, he would be found out immediately. If he made a mistake once or twice, it would be okay. When he made a mistake the third time, Silu Sijie came over with a cane and a ruler.

Yu Wuque was most afraid of memorizing memorization, after a few days he was beaten so red and swollen all over his body that he cursed and sweared while kneading dough in the kitchen, and this spread to Kongzhi's ears, and Kongzhi even went to comfort him.

"Changsi real person thinks that the handyman's work will damage the young master's talent, so he expresses his dissatisfaction with the master, but the young master needs to know that if you don't do small things well, it's hard to make big things. The master doesn't intend to torture you."

Yu Wuque suddenly realized, and his resentment immediately turned into emotion.

It turns out that the reason why the cranes don't return to the seedlings and encourage them to grow is because of good intentions, and I have treated the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. According to this, there is hope for him to become a teacher!

From then on, Yu Wuque lived an inhuman life happily, going to and from school, working and cooking with huge dark circles every day, counting the days, a cycle of seven days, and meeting the gods for advice.

Came here today for advice.

"Let's talk about the homework later." He Bugui admired his dark circles for a while, was very satisfied, and said lightly: "You heard what I just said, what do you think?"

Yu Wuque: "That monster's brain is not very good."

He Bugui felt the same way, otherwise he wouldn't have used the female puppet to lure him out.

Yu Wuque said: "The first time the female puppet succeeded, it can be said that the demon was careless, but since he has already been tricked, not only did he not arouse his vigilance, but he also attacked the puppet again and again, and he couldn't defend himself when he attacked us. It's not just that the brain is not working well."

He Bugui nodded in agreement: "There is no entity, maybe it is not a real body, and if you don't know men and women, you can say that he is insane, and on the other hand, you can say that he has a lack of vision."

Yu Wuque said: "It doesn't look like he's blind. Could it be that his real body's eyes are not very good, or... the location affects his vision and thinking?"

He Bugui thought for a moment, was noncommittal, and then asked Kongzhi: "The demon is still talking about it?"

"There is an unexpected harvest." Sora knew, "One of the female puppets said that she initially denied that she was 16 years old and that she had no birthmark between her eyebrows, but the other party was still relentless, and said, "No matter, it's time to reproduce when the season comes ""

"It's the season to reproduce?" He Bugui put down the tea needle, "The scales have water vapor, and this person always appears in Peiyue Lake, and disappears into the water without being seen. Is it a water demon?"

Yu Wuque heard it strangely, and racked his brains to provide some ideas. He said, "Grandma told me about the habits of many monsters. I remember that water monsters have different breeding seasons and different living environments. If it is in spring and autumn, It must have come from the deep sea, but Tianji Palace is thousands of miles away from the sea, how could it appear here?"

There are many lakes in the Central Plains, and there are several lakes in Tianji Palace, but they are all freshwater lakes. Not to mention the huge size of the deep sea monsters, they can't adapt to the quality of freshwater, so they often don't live in such lakes. Tianji Palace really does exist.

Crane Bugui said: "Kong Zhi, you go and tell your brother, he knows where to look."

"Yes."

After finishing the business, it was time to read Yu Wuque's homework. He Bugui picked a book at random, and his eyes blinked as soon as he opened it.

The words are ugly.

He put it down bluntly, and said dissatisfied: "I don't understand."

Yu Wuque was shocked: "I don't understand anything, I'll explain it to Shangxian."

Do you need to speak?

Crane Bugui: "The drawing is pretty good, what the hell are the characters, Kong Nian actually asked you to hand in such an assignment."

Yu Wuque said honestly: "It's not Mr.'s fault, blame me, blame me, I'll practice again."

Being criticized, Yu Wuque was ashamed, quickly put all the books in the bag, turned up the sleeves, and the purple and blue marks from the ruler were all on the white and tender flesh.

He Bugui's eyelids moved. He told Kong Nian that it is a serious matter to practice and study. Since Yu Wuque was allowed to attend class, he had to be strict and cautious. If he felt a little perfunctory, he would serve him with a ruler. Isn't there an old saying that goes like this Well, it is reasonable for a filial son to be born under the stick, and a high-ranking disciple to be born under the ruler.

It's just that the puppets don't know how to measure, and they don't show mercy. They beat people hard, and their hands tremble with pain. How can the written words look better?

The crane does not return: "Hold out your hand."

Yu Wuque paused, and obediently stretched out his palm, thinking that he was going to be beaten, but He Buguiti slipped his sleeve and pulled it up.

Crane Bugui looked at the injury and asked him, "Do you still read after being beaten?"

"Nian." Yu Wuque blinked, "You treat me well, I know."

The crane does not return: "..."

After being cared by the sudden, even if Yu Wuque really had a little resentment, he dissipated. He leaned closer and acted obediently: "For the sake of being beaten, can Shangxian help me to see the draft and where I can change it? I."

Instead, he was sent to the first army, and "teach me" seemed to be coquettish and demanding, and the crane's failure to return was a bit hard to get off.

He endured it, and for the sake of shaking his hands from the beating, he called Liandong to help Yu Wuque apply the medicine, while he took out the drawings and looked at them one by one.

Originally, he looked at it helplessly, but this kid is extremely smart, and he is indeed very talented in Yanshu. He went in after watching it. In a word, the interest was aroused, and a new homework was assigned to him.

After eating supper, Yu Wuque left reluctantly, and the courtyard was empty.

Crane Bugui nestled on the deck chair watching the waning moon, he talked more this night than he did in a month, but he didn't feel irritable.Time flies by in the blink of an eye. If you talk about killing time, editing manuscripts for others is much more interesting than playing chess with your left and right hands.

Another seven days passed.

It's time to see you once a week.

As soon as Haishi arrived, Yu Wuque took the freshly cooked glutinous rice balls to the main hall of Fukong Hall.

"It's a rare thing today, Taiwei Shangxian is not making anything."

Although the lights were bright, the hall was empty, so Kong Wu led him to the corridor of the side courtyard: "Young Master Yu is going this way, the master is practicing sword in the backyard."

There is a pool of hot spring between the main hall and the sleeping hall, with carved pavilions and water pavilions, the garden is full of sweet-scented osmanthus, Yu Wuque smells the fragrance of flowers and goes away, hears the strong wind swinging the sword, and sees the fairy dancing sword under the moon posture.

This was the first time he saw He Bugui holding a sword.

He held a snow-white jade sword in his hand, but it was no match for He Bugui's white wrist. Under the clear light, each sword and everyone passed through a layer of silver light. Today he combed a high bun and all his hair was tied up. When he got up, he was dressed in a neat and vigorous attire, which lacked the usual grace and extravagance, and turned out to be chic and suave.

The sword intent pierced through the sky fiercely, picked up the colorful flowers, and then held a beautiful sword in the flower posture, and stood in the air with the sword behind it.

The end is Huamao Chunsong, dancing to the end of the wind and returning to the snow.

Yu Wuque knew that at this time, Crane Bugui's spiritual power had dissipated, and at this time, Wujian would almost be meaningless.

But his sword style is exquisite and without any flaws, he can absorb killing intent, and he can also dissipate it in an instant After dancing, after the sound of chasing through the air, only roll up the garden full of laurel.

Yu Wuque wanted to find a sour poem to chant, but he couldn't find a suitable one to match the beautiful scenery in front of him.

As if sensing a strange gaze, He Bugui retracted his sword and turned his head, stunned: "Close your mouth."

Drooling was about to come down, Yu Wuque came back to his senses, and hurriedly carried the food box over: "Shangxian's "Wanren in the Sky" style is wonderful, the power depends entirely on the precision of the sword move, even if you don't have spiritual power, you can still use it." Kill the enemy in an instant. "

He Bugui didn't take his flattery seriously, let alone listened: "Have you finished your homework?"

"It's finished, and I cooked glutinous rice balls. Shangxian watched while eating." He held the food box high, with a bright smile on his face, He Bugui glanced at him, took Kongzhi's handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his cheeks :"come on."

The two sat down at the low table in the courtyard, and Yu Wuque took out a midnight snack, a bowl of glutinous glutinous rice balls, a bowl of bean noodles, and a thick stack of books, and handed them to He Bugui.

Yu Wuque has already figured out the knack of flattering, He Bugui has a stubborn personality, and if he wants to treat him well, he must first ask him for something.

He Bugui took the blueprint, looked at it a few times, and asked Kong Zhi to light a few more lamps.

With the experience of last time, Yu Wuque is not so nervous this time, but the person in front of him is the master of Yanshu, and Yu Wuque's mood is still a bit complicated. He is afraid that the crane will find too many faults and say that his design is not good. It will be a big blow, and if he is afraid that the crane will not return to him, he will not pick on him and perfuse him, then he will not learn anything.

Feeling uneasy, it was He Bugui's exquisite side face that was seriously looking at the artwork. Yu Wuque swallowed several times and couldn't help it. He bit the bullet and took the initiative to introduce: "This is the armored body designed for Akun, the core power There are two options, if the god does not allow me to place the soul core, I will make a device that connects the soul core, and input my spiritual power, which is connected to the spiritual power of Akun's soul."

"The key to this armor is the formation design. The two formations of "Mustard Sumeru" are not enough to be driven by the spiritual power that Yan armor can store. Last time I got the teaching of the palace master and saw the manuscript of the puppet of the immortal. I borrowed two According to the method of an elder, I modified the design of this. "

Although He Bugui didn't say a word, he would follow Huatou to read the manuscript whenever Yu Wuque said anything, and when he caught this subtle attention, Yu Wuque became more courageous.

"Although the second set of plans was made, the disciple still hopes to put the soul core in it selfishly. It is impossible to restore the real physical body mobility, but this method can achieve the greatest degree of unity of soul and body."

After being quiet for half a stick of incense, He Bugui let out a low "Yeah", and then raised his eyelids to look at him: "Why do you want to make Yanjia for Akun?"

"Because of you." He Bugui raised his eyebrows and waited for him to say.

Yu Wuque said bluntly: "The eruption of Chijin Mountain is not an accidental event. Shangxian tried his best to stop it once. What will happen next time? I don't want to be exhausted because of my own fault. Resurrection is impossible. Reshaping the Kunda beast Let’s make it a stopgap.”

"I have never made such a large-scale Yanjia. If there are any shortcomings, I would like to ask Shangxian to point out more, and there is..." Yu Wuque patted his pocket, which means that I have no money, he said, "It will cost money. Lots of stuff."

"Go to the warehouse to pull any materials you want." Crane Bugui still forgot to emphasize, "Keeping accounts."

"Okay!" Yu Wuque beamed with joy, "Let's talk about it after Shangxian has supper."

The glutinous glutinous glutinous rice balls were sour and sweet. The bean noodles were finely ground and fragrant. Crane Bugui ate a lot. After wiping his mouth, he asked Kongzhi to bring a Chinese ink pen.

"The iron material for the skeleton still needs to be considered. The magma in Chijin Mountain is extraordinary. Ordinary iron objects will melt inside, so work hard to find it."

"Yes! Disciple wrote it down!"

"Although Akun's bones have been buried, but the illustrations are in the archives, and I can go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read them. The vertebrae of this beast are special, twice as many as those of ordinary giant beasts. Let's think about the effect of having this doubled number of vertebrae."

"Yes! The disciple will go tomorrow!"

"The original physical body is based on his lack of daily activities, and some functions have degenerated. Since it is a remodeling, we might as well use these and move our minds."

"The disciple has exactly this intention!"

He Bugui paused while holding the pen, and drew a circle on the paper: "What is the Fenghua Xueyue mode?"

Yu Wuque scratched his head: "The second set of plans has two modes. The first mode is for devouring and dissolving molten magma on a daily basis. The second mode is... designed for Ada. Kongzhi said that Akun and Ada are husband and wife, and they have a good relationship. I'm afraid Ada couldn't adapt to changing his physical body, so he made this to help him please his wife."

The crane does not return: "..."

Kongzhi covered his mouth and laughed: "Young Master Yu is so thoughtful, no wonder he took this name."

Crane Bugui: "The intention of the model is good, but the name is too ugly and inappropriate."

Yu Wuque tentatively said: "At first I wanted to call it "Dian Luan Dian Feng Feng". I thought it was a bit straightforward. Could it be that Shangxian likes this?"

"Jade Wuque!"

"Then... water and milk?"

"Ear and temple rubbing together..."

"If it doesn't work, just play with the dragon and the phoenix!"

Kongzhi laughed even louder, Yu Wuque blushed and said, "I'll change it! I'll change it!"

Bai Yingchi hadn't even reached the courtyard when he heard the puppet's laughter, He Bugui's low sigh, and Yu Wuque kept chattering, not knowing what he was talking about. It's such a staggering vocabulary.

But it was quite lively, talking and laughing, which is rare.

Taking a closer look, Yu Wuque was squatting in front of his younger brother, happily explaining the shape of the bearing, while He Bugui was listening attentively, holding a vermilion pen in one hand, and frowning with his chin in the other.

It was Kong Zhi who saw the person first, and respectfully said: "Greetings, Palace Master."

He Bugui turned his head to look: "Brother?"

"Meet the Palace Master."

Yu Wuque stood up quickly to make room for him, Bai Yingchi smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then sat next to He Bugui, took out his hand and shook it: "It's so late, why don't you go in and say, outside Cold, your hands are too cold."

"This one is hot." He Bugui smiled shallowly, and changed the other one to hold Bai Yingchi instead, "I hugged the stove."

"It's almost there."

The intimate atmosphere between Bai Yingchi and He Bugui was so close that people couldn't get in. It's not like Yu Wuque had never seen it before.

It's just that last time it was Bai Yingchi's unilateral care, but this time he was able to soberly see a smile that never returns.

Although it is very shallow, but with his own senior brother in his eyes, Taiwei Shangxian is a gentle and quiet person. What Yu Wuque admires is that in the face of Bai Yingchi's care, He Bugui has no intention of rejecting or caring about it.

It seems that there are two groups of people in this world, one group is outsiders who have a clear record of favors, and the other group is our own people who can be completely trusted and relied on.

How nice it would be for He Bugui to treat him with the latter attitude, he thought jealously.

Bai Yingchi walked into the hall with the crane in his arms and didn't return. Yu Wuque's pestle seemed quite redundant there, and he said in a sleepy voice, "That disciple is resigning."

Bai Yingchi looked back at him: "Wu Que comes in, you listen too."

Crane Bugui also gave Yu Wuque his head lightly, and with the consent of the Shangxian, Yu Wuque put away his artwork and followed him in.

"Give it to me." Kong Zhi stretched out his hand to ask him for the draft, "The master will return it to the young master after he has corrected it."

The three sat down in the hall, Bai Yingchi took out a portrait from his sleeve and put it in front of the table: "Take a look, have you seen this monster before?"

The monster in the painting has the bodies of eight people, and its feet are full of tentacles, which is very weird.

Yu Wuque looked at it for a long time with his head hooked, then shook his head and said, "I've never seen a monster before, but this looks familiar."

He pointed to a small portrait next to the legend and said, "This face looks like the demon I met that day."

"you sure?"

"The disciple barely saw the face clearly under the moonlight. This small portrait is just a portrait, but I can't guarantee that it is that person."

Crane Bugui was more curious about the main body: "What is this monster?"

"Wu Tian."

He Bugui was slightly surprised, Bai Yingchi nodded and smiled, "That's right, it's Wu Tian, ​​you and I only know the name, we haven't seen the real body, his real body is recorded like this."

Crane Bugui asked, "Where do paintings come from?"

"The family secret code of the patriarch of Yulingzong contains almost all the monsters in the world, which he developed." Bai Yingchi glanced at Yu Wuque and said, "Wuque, if you put this person in front of you, you can be sure him?"

"Yes, the disciple was closest to him when he was fighting, and if he could see it with his own eyes, it would be impossible not to recognize him."

"Well, Wucai will come with us."

He Bugui had already guessed the destination, but that place is not something ordinary people can go to. After he asked Bai Yingchi with his eyes, what he got was the palace lord's mysterious smile.

Yu Wuque didn't know, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Bai Yingchi put away his fan: "Forbidden place of Tianji Palace, Dry Water Prison."

The author says:

Yu Wuque: I have been beaten by my wife since childhood, what is this called?

Kong Zhi rushed to answer: Wife is strictly controlled.

Yu Wuque: Wrong!Answer again.

Kongzhi: It's about respecting my wife.

Yu Wuque gave a thumbs up: I am great.

Tomorrow is a day off, so be rough!