Zishan has recently discovered a new fun and is very content. Every morning, Zishan wraps Yiyun around the top of the main hall. Yiyun looks into the distance in confusion. Zishan stretches her legs outside the small platform of the top of the altar, leaning against Yiyun halfway, and her legs sway leisurely. Many years ago, Zishan murmured, "How many years ago, how many years ago? I really don't remember..." Zishan muttered in a strange tone, Yiyun suddenly woke up, "How do you know what I am thinking?" Zishan stretched, and then laughed out loud, "We stay here every day during the day. For more than a month, you talk to yourself countless times every day, and my ears were called out." Yiyun suddenly said, "Is that right? It turns out that I always recited it out loud unconsciously? I didn't know it." Zishan felt very

Interesting, I still never get tired of playing. In fact, there are many similar scenes and conversations every day, but Yiyun will forget them after a moment. "However, why do I feel like you have said this and laughed like this..." Zishan held back the smile and said seriously, "You remembered wrong." Yiyun nodded and said, "I also think I should remember wrong, please continue reading." Zishan suddenly laughed so hard that the branches trembled. This was really interesting. Zishan thought that if he kept saying something, what would he say? Zishan decided to try it, and immediately raised his ears and put his eyes on the book, but he was paying attention to Yiyun's voice, looking very slack, afraid that Yiyun would find herself eavesdropping, but in fact, Yiyun was in a daze and self-study, so how could she pay attention to what she was doing?

Gu Jian stopped and turned away. He planned to report some matters to Yiyun, but when he heard Zishan's laughter, he knew that it was not the time. It was not an urgent matter anyway. Let's talk about it when the sky turned dark. Gu Jian felt that Yiyun had changed a lot recently and was often reporting to Zhuangwu. Yiyun suddenly lost her mind. When she woke up, she completely forgot what she had just said. She had to repeat the story of her wife Zishan next to her and suddenly realized.

Zishan put down the book angrily, stood up and turned behind Yiyun, and said coquettishly, "Hate!" Suddenly, he pushed Yiyun down from the platform at the height of the main hall. When Yiyun's body fell several feet, the speed of decline suddenly decreased, and fell on the protruding city wall more than ten feet below. His legs bent slightly, and then he floated back to the platform and sat steadily, with a confused expression, "What are you pushing me?" Zishan snorted and turned his face to the side, making him angry. The monk Yiyun's two-zhang continued to turn his gaze to the distant sky without touching his head, and fell into confusion again for a moment. The members of the villa outside the main hall saw a new scene from this day. Every day, Mrs. Zishan always pushed Yiyun down from the platform several times, and then saw Yiyun's supreme light skills. This repeated, and soon became a subject that members of the villa's main hall often talked and laughed.

Yiyun carried Ziyun onto the horse's back, "Where's going today?" Ziyun asked dissatisfiedly. Early in the morning, Yiyun packed up her simple things and dragged her purple shirt from the bed, making her purple shirt feel like she was in fog. "Take you to Xiaolin's play." Yiyun set off with a whip, and Ziyun hugged Yiyun with a firm waist. "Okay, I'm just having an idea, I have to find Sister Xiaolin to help me realize it." Yiyun said expressionlessly, "When did you think less? How are you doing medicine?" "It's almost advanced!" Ziyun said proudly, Yiyun twitched suddenly, "You're amazing! Now she's still

Not at the advanced level? Well, I really have any hope for you, and I won’t call it Yiyun.” No wonder Yiyun said this. I thought that Yiyun had just come in and had no external help without any conditions. After more than five months of hard work, she practiced casting and mining to the advanced stage. Zishan has not reached the advanced level until now, without any shortage of medicinal materials and funds. How can it not be called Yiyun Qijie? Zishan said softly, "Don’t say that, don’t worry about practicing skills, take your time, and lay a solid foundation before practicing quickly." Yiyun rarely talked to Gu Jian about things other than Zhuangwu recently.

I don’t know how much Zishan has happened in the village. I have learned a lot of experience in practicing skills. I only need to master and prepare them according to the fixed medicinal materials. With the support of funds, I can indeed be promoted to a senior pharmacist in a very short time. But Zishan refused to rely on it and had to buy all the medicinal materials recorded in the secretary and try them one by one. I often try them randomly according to my intentions. How dare the masters in the village let Zishan try the insurance themselves? As a result, many times the members of the village were poisoned. Although they had not had any major problems with their deep internal skills, they also tried several times.

The medicine masters were always frightened, but they couldn't refuse the pair of Zishan, and no one ran to complain to Yiyun. Even the medicine master was in trouble and avoided the attack. After pushing the poison out, they turned back and told Zishan calmly how effective the medicine was. Although Zishan thought that the masters were not afraid of the poison at all, they were also uneasy. Every time they tried to prepare the medicine randomly, they tried to prepare the antidote just in case, but they didn't expect it to be effective. Zishan was even more happy. On weekdays, they were on the top of the main platform, and they also made the medicinal materials they brought with them while reading.

Yiyun was not really anxious about Zishan's pharmaceutical level. However, when she heard Zishan's excited announcement, she often made some medicine and other words, thinking that Zishan's level was close to the level of the Grandmaster. However, after asking, she found such a big distance from her heart, and she suddenly felt a little angry. "Just just find something to pass the time for you, just be happy." Zishan was immediately happy when she heard this. Zishan felt that Yiyun was very good to her. At least compared to many married sisters, she had no restrictions on daily movements, and would not care about herself. Although she often ignored her novel ideas, if she insisted on entanglement, she would always be agreed.

"I'm hungry." Yiyun was helpless when she heard this, she stopped at the Fengwei Town at the foot of Huashan Mountain. In fact, Zishan was not hungry, but wanted to stop and take a look when she saw a novel place. When she saw something she had never eaten, she wanted to try it. Zishan pulled Yiyun around the Fengwei Town for a few times, and finally decided on one place. She pulled Yiyun in with anticipation. As soon as she stepped into the door, Zishan chose a good seat under the warm greeting of the waiter. Yiyun noticed two people sitting in the corner of the store, one man and one woman hung a scimitar on each waist. The style was extremely strange. The two swords that made Yiyun look sideways were not comparable to ordinary high-end products. One long and one short, which made Yiyun think of the legendary mandarin duck sword. The two eyes were extremely clear, calm and relaxed, without any killing energy. At this time, it seemed that Yiyun was looking at her eyes.

Guang turned his head and smiled faintly at Yiyun, then his eyes turned to Ziyun, showing a look of surprise. Yiyun had long been used to the reactions of others looking at Ziyun, and even Yiyun had to admit that she must be the one who wanted to put the Ziyun in front of the enemy who hated her the most. It was really beautiful. Ziyun held a small piece of pastry and reached to Yiyun's mouth, "It's delicious!" Yiyun suddenly had the idea of ​​hitting the wall. Just as she was about to speak, Ziyun said softly, "Try Yiyun, it's really delicious." Yiyun took the chopsticks in Ziyun's hand, tasted it, and said lightly, "It's delicious." Then she handed the chopsticks back to Ziyun. Ziyun said happily, "I'll say it's delicious!" After eating at the corner, the two left the door after checking out. Yiyun remembered that they were wearing Taoist robes, at least, they remembered it very clearly at this moment.

At this moment, hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes were pouring out from the door of the shop, with mixed sects and not gangs. The man in the lead knew that he was a master of martial arts with superb internal skills at a glance, and shouted, "Steal the Mandarin Duck Sword!" Zishan attracted attention by this change. Yiyun did not look back. For Yiyun, there was no need to look back to understand the situation in the field through the changes in sound and energy. "How many people will be harmed?" The man wearing a long sword fell down, and the people surrounding him pulled out their weapons. Two extremely penetrating sharp swords were out of the sheath, which immediately made Yiyun's expression move. Zishan looked at her pink fist tightly and looked nervous. The battle ended quickly, and the two Taoists holding the Mandarin Duck Sword had already left. There were only more than 400 Jianghu who had lost their combat power at the door.

The good guy, but none of them died. Zishan then withdrew her gaze and was about to speak, but she saw Yiyun on her side sweating coldly. She immediately suppressed what she was going to say. She took out her handkerchief with concern while wiping Yiyun and asked, "What's wrong?" Yiyun woke up suddenly and realized that she was in the hotel. It turned out that Yiyun was immersed in her expression, completely forgot everything, and she broke into the sword intent of her own sword intent in her consciousness, as if she had become a battle with them. However, she knew that the two of them had left, but she was still immersed in the inability to break through the sword intent of her slash. The danger in it made Yiyun sweat. "It's nothing, have you eaten?" Yiyun instantly recovered her mood, "It's done, but I want to bring some to Sister Xiaolin to taste. Are you okay?" Yiyun did not agree, Zishan greeted the waiter happily.

When the two arrived at the sphere of influence of the Shenzhou Gang, they put on a gold-stretched dress. Ziyun refused to wear an ugly hat, so they buried their heads on Yiyun's back, which made it difficult to distinguish. Yiyun did not force it. She put on a hat with only her chin and mouth exposed, and then arrived at the Qinglong Mandala Gate. Lan had been waiting for the two of them, and saw this, she called and led her to the courtyard of the main hall. Yiyun Youyouzi talked and laughed with Xiaolin, and went into the study with Lan, "The information has already told you that this is the internal topographic map of their stronghold, and the key is still

Tag it up. Be careful. After all, if you don’t make a fuss in the other party, it’s hard to get out of the way.” Yiyun nodded, “Don’t worry, blue.” Yiyun really wanted to turn around and go out. Xiaolin pulled the purple shirt and said, “Yiyun, bring you the reinforced Qilin. It’s too ugly. What red ones are you wearing! Let me give you a color.” However, the purple shirt had already turned the reinforced Qilin out of Yiyun’s backpack. Xiaolin took it into the inner room when she saw this. Yiyun had no choice but to take out the reinforced Killing God Clothes from her backpack and put it on and left. At this time, the sky gradually darkened.
Chapter completed!