Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 138 Cultivating Love and Reincarnation
Inside the gate of the mansion, stood seven or eight young eunuchs, their faces were blue and their bodies were trembling.

The first one was a little calm, a young eunuch in eunuch uniform, about 20 years old, holding a whisk and looking anxious.

And right now.

"call!"

A violent wind blew up, and above the sky, a group of clouds as black as ink appeared out of thin air, and a human-shaped black spot was hidden in the black cloud.

Thunder bursts.

moment.

Hurrah--

A lot of rain fell from the sky, and the human-shaped black spots in the black clouds fell straight to the mansion.

Under the vision of heaven and earth, the soldiers of the two sides in front of the mansion didn't care at all, they just thought it was raining normally, and they fought non-stop.

The only difference was that it was darker all around, so dark that there was only half a meter of sight, which gave the Iron Armored Army a little chance to breathe.

All the iron armored troops swore to the death to protect the Great Zhou Empress Dowager in the mansion.

The young eunuch looked sad: "Old empress, I beg your spirit in heaven to bless the empress dowager through this difficult time!"

A female bedroom in the mansion, the door is closed, the interior is like a study room, nine mahogany bookshelves are filled with various books.

There is a large mahogany desk in the center, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones all placed.

Seven glazed oil lamps were lit all around, illuminating the interior of the house extremely brightly.

To the east is an exquisite and beautiful phoenix bed, on which a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old is lying.

boom!
A man fell from above, not only smashed the roof, but also collapsed the phoenix bed.

Wearing a gorgeous embroidered dragon and phoenix robe, the girl rolled from the bed to the floor following the unconscious young man.

Her face was extremely pale, and a lot of sweat dripped from her forehead, as if she was in extreme pain.

"Buzz!"

A red light flashed across the girl's face suddenly, but it disappeared quickly, and then a green light flashed again.

The same is true of the young man's face, with a green light for a while, and a red light for a while.

Both of them showed painful expressions on their faces, and the red and green lights switched back and forth.

Half an hour later, the red light entered the girl's body, and the green light entered the man's body, and the expression of pain decreased until it returned to calm.

Suddenly, a burst of red light flashed quickly inside the room.

"Boom!"

The girl's body let out a roar.

"hold head high!"

In vain, a dragon cry came from the girl's body.

The dragon chant was loud, but the people outside were so strange that no one heard it.

The momentum emitted by the red light entering the girl's body became stronger and stronger, and gradually soared to the sky.

Through the roof, straight into the sky.

"boom!"

The black cloud above the mansion was instantly shattered by this powerful momentum.The heavy rain also gradually dissipated.

The black cloud shattered, but a dragon-shaped red cloud formed high above the roof.

Dragon-colored red clouds are hovering and flying, with towering two horns, five bright claws, and glaring eyes!

Unfortunately, on the eve of dawn, the sky is not yet bright.

A group of fighting soldiers didn't notice a trace of vision above the mansion at all.

At the same time that the red light completely entered the girl's body, all the green light also entered the man's body, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"call out!"

Two sharp lights shot out from the young man's eyes, with a flash of hostility in his eyes, and it was like a tornado blowing around.

The young man's gaze was deep and fierce, with the vicissitudes of time, which was not what a 20-year-old man should have at all.

He just sat up when he realized that he had a body, and saw a crystal clear mirror not far from the room.

He strode towards the mirror, stretched out his arms, looked at his hands, touched his face in the mirror, and laughed heartily: "Haha, this is my body, I Wen Gan is back, back! "

Suddenly, through the mirror, Wen Gan glanced at the peerless beauty not far from the bed, and his expression froze.

who is she?Where is this again?
Could it be... This is the girl who occupied her body, Wen Qian?

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Gan's handsome face darkened, and he walked slowly in front of the girl, squatted down, and waved his palms to pat her on the head.

Wen Qian, whose consciousness was still a little vague, suddenly felt a strong killing intent, opened his eyes suddenly, and what came into view was a very familiar and handsome face.

Seeing his raised palm, Wen Qian straightened up like a carp, and instantly stood up from the ground, her gaze was cold, "Wen Gan, you actually came out of the death order? Why do you want to fight with me for the initiative of your body?" ?”

Wen Gan narrowed his eyes, put away the killing in his eyes, and smiled contemptuously: "Smelly woman, you can see clearly, I have already returned to my body, and you should also return to your own body."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the mirror behind him, motioning her to see the facts clearly.

Wen Qian was startled, and looked in the direction of his finger, her pupils got bigger little by little, and whispered, "How come they are exactly the same!"

Although the girl in the mirror was pale, she still couldn't hide her beauty.

This heroic beauty, coupled with the long neck and snow-like skin, made her appearance even better.

She is a top beauty, there is no doubt about it.

However, this appearance is exactly the same as her modern self. If this figure is not hot and sexy enough, she will be mistaken for her.

No, seeing that this pretty face was still a little tender, she immediately opened her right sleeve, and there was a drop of blood-red birthmark on her wrist.

Gently stroking the birthmark with the middle finger of her left hand, Wen Qian narrowed her eyes slightly: In the modern me, I also have such a blood-red birthmark the size of a drop of water on my wrist.

Does this have anything to do with it?
Suddenly, the bodhi tree in her soul appeared in the middle of her forehead, emitting a faint blue light.

As if recalling some painful memory, she frowned and frowned, her eyes blazed with anger, which directly shook off the unexplained warmth beside her.

A sentence kept echoing in my mind: "Immortal Tomb, the method of cultivating love and reincarnation!"

She looked up and looked around, and walked to the desk.

On the desk, there are dozens of writing brushes.

Wen Qian glanced at it for a while, and picked out one of the brushes, which was made of white jade and a phoenix.

After being stained with ink, her eyes were full of hostility, and her fair and beautiful face was heavy and cold.

With the brush in Xian Xianyu's hand, she began to write on the rice paper that had been laid out.

Wen Qian's eyes were full of hatred and fury, but her jade hand was as steady as a mountain, and she wrote strokes one by one.

"Whoa-"

In the room, a gust of whirlwind suddenly blew up, and the whirlwind quickly swept every corner of the room. A large number of books were constantly flipped by the wind, and some small objects were even smashed around by the whirlwind.

Wen Gan, who was about to step forward to inquire about the situation, froze in place strangely, unable to take a step.

At the same time, gusts of whirlwind bypassed the lamps one after another, and under the strong wind, the flames were still burning.

Wen Qian herself didn't exude a trace of aura or inner strength, but it was the words written by her that caused the violent wind in the house.

Just write down the first word 'horse'.

If a cultivator who cultivated on "words" saw it, he would be inexplicably horrified.

Because her handwriting has broken through the limit of handwriting, and has reached the initial stage of cultivator-the pen falls and the rain frightens.

Although it is just a beginner level, this is a Fenshui line. Many immortals who practice calligraphy may not be able to reach this level throughout their lives.

The pen fell into a storm!
Wen Qian's calligraphy comes from several generations of calligraphy attainments, and has nothing to do with cultivation.

A "horse" character can be an example for countless calligraphers in the world.

Moreover, there is a domineering arrogance in this word, which makes people daunting.

Wen Gan looked at Wen Qian like this, with a look of horror in his eyes, is this still the weak woman in his memory?
terrible!

　In the plot of Arabian Nights, there are only accidents that you can't think of, and there is no possibility that you think...

　　Come, come, let's open our minds, let's guess together...

　　Keep guessing...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)