At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

He didn't write fast, but he wasn't slow by any means.

After a while, the desk was full of waste paper written down.

Ailian stood quietly beside him with her hand, because Zhao Feiyu absorbed a surprisingly large amount of ink every time she dipped it, so she could only keep grinding it.

But the underage girl didn't feel bored at all.

On the contrary, she likes the atmosphere very much.

It is completely different from the hustle and bustle of Yihong Courtyard, it is quiet and beautiful.

Time passed quickly, and it was already late at night in a blink of an eye.

As the last piece of paper fell, Zhao Feiyu woke up from the deep writing and shook his head slightly: "I still haven't found the feeling!"

Now that he has crossed that chasm, all he has to do now is to find a talisman.

All the talisman masters in the world are inherited from the sky, borrowing the rules of the Dao for their own use.

But the way of heaven is the way of heaven, no matter how powerful a talisman teacher is, it is impossible to completely release the power of the rules. A top talisman master who can play three or four out of ten is already extremely talented, even the legendary talisman master is only ten. It's only fifty-six percent.

But human beings are the primates of all things. What is different from mountain monsters is that human beings are a small world. Although they cannot reach the point of forming their own rules, they can give each talisman master a specific talisman!

Only with this talisman can the talisman master exert his full power.

And what Zhao Feiyu has to do now is to find this talisman that belongs to him!

But it's a pity that he wrote thousands of posts in one night and couldn't find the slightest clue. He had almost written all the words he knew.

"It's really strange!" Zhao Feiyu frowned, and couldn't figure it out even if he broke his head.

"My lord, the paper is used up, do you want Ailian to get another stack for you?" Ailian said softly, looking at Zhao Feiyu's expression, pursing her lips and smiling.

Only then did Zhao Feiyu suddenly remember that he was not the only one staying up in the cold night, and he was accompanied by a peaceful young girl.

Hearing this, he quickly waved his hands: "That's all, maybe that guy Ximen Chuuxue is right, there is no rush for this kind of thing, it's better to take it slowly!"

As he spoke, he frowned slightly.

In the past, when he was concentrating on cultivation, whenever there was any aura around him, he would immediately react to it, and he could only forcibly exit the meditation state.

But this girl was always by his side, and he didn't realize it at all!

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and left her alone.

"It's so late, go to bed!" Zhao Feiyu looked at her with a low eyebrow, and then said: "The money I paid you before is also my reward for grinding ink for me!"

Hearing this, Ailian looked slightly gloomy.

But she would not refute what the customer said, she nodded and walked towards the bed, walked a few steps and then turned around, tilting her head and asking:

"Then... If I sleep on the bed, what can you do, my lord? It's better... you sleep on the bed, I won't sleep..." The voice was dead at the end, and was suppressed by Zhao Feiyu's eyes.

"If I tell you to sleep, go to bed quickly, or I'll tell the bustard that you're disobedient tomorrow!" Zhao Feiyu threatened viciously with a fierce look on his face.

But the girl didn't seem to be afraid of him, she grinned and bounced onto the bed.

But when he turned around, the smile on his face disappeared.

She was thinking: Actually, even if this young master wants my body, I should be willing to do it, it's better than giving it to those people for the first time!

Although the two had been together for less than a night, they only spoke a few words.

But Ailian found something different in this boy, which made her intoxicated.

Looking at Ailian's back, Zhao Feiyu couldn't help shaking his head secretly: "Damn, I didn't expect to get out of the sea with great difficulty, and still can't sleep in bed, what a bad luck!"

However, he didn't get too entangled. He gently lifted the spare quilt on the side table, and skillfully bound it to the elevated shelves on both sides to form a simple hammock.

Zhao Feiyu jumped up and lay on it comfortably, not much worse than the bed.

In this way, the lonely man and the widow were alone in a room, but no one fell asleep.

The woman's spring heart sprouted, and the man was worried and had no sleep all night.

Early the next morning, Zhao Feiyu left quietly before Ailian woke up, greeted Ximen Chuuxue briefly, left the address and left in a hurry.

Of course, before leaving, he also left Ailian's ransom money to the old bustard.

In this way, the poor little girl doesn't have to pick up guests, at least she can ensure a worry-free livelihood.

As for the old bustard's back-and-forth, Ximen Chuuxue guaranteed it, so Zhao Feiyu naturally believed it.

Of course, all of this was done without telling Ailian.

He doesn't want to have other messy causal relationships with other people here. Sometimes there are too many causal relationships, which will drag down his cultivation.

Back at Zhao Mansion, as soon as he entered the door, he saw a familiar figure busy in the courtyard.

It is Hanxiang!

But at this time, she changed into a water-green long dress, her long hair was coiled up, leaving a jet-black waterfall hanging down to her waist, the slender waist lightly bound by the belt was tightly grasped, her small breasts had already begun to take shape, slender The long gooseneck is as white as a thread of silk, and the facial features are so delicate that they seem to have stepped out of a painting. Even the skin has changed from the rough autumn black at the beginning to be fair and delicate.

Like a blooming white lotus, she is as holy as a saint.

Zhao Feiyu was stunned for a moment.

"The young master is back?"

When the expressionless Han Xiang saw Zhao Feiyu's figure, she immediately burst into a smile, and the surrounding light seemed to soften, and she bounced to his side.

But seeing Zhao Feiyu's complexion was a little dull, he couldn't help but frowned his fine eyebrows, tilted his head and asked:

"Master, what's the matter with you? After going out for a day, why did you suddenly become stupid?"

"what?"

Zhao Feiyu woke up suddenly, shook his head hastily, and said with a wry smile: "What's the matter, it's just that I didn't expect that you little girl is really good-looking, you're just a bit of a nympho!"

Hearing that the young master praised him so much, Han Xiang's delicate face couldn't help but blushed slightly, she lowered her head, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito:

"Master, you're making fun of me again!"

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Feiyu also seemed to realize that his words were inappropriate, coughed awkwardly, and quickly changed the topic: "By the way, why did you come out to sweep the floor by yourself? Aren't there workers who will be responsible for the environmental sanitation of the Zhao Mansion?"

It’s okay if you don’t talk about this, but when you talk about Han Xiang, you get angry, and said with a hum:

"Those people are clumsy and want to replace and rewrite the door plaque you wrote. I drove them all away in a fit of anger. I'm so angry!"

In her opinion, as long as it belongs to Zhao Feiyu, no one can touch it!