From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 191 All in all, it's perfect! (Ask for a monthly ticket at the beginning of the month)

"Good idea..."

Jiang Zirou's eyes lit up.

This is indeed a good idea.

Grandma's cultivation is not weak, probably at the ninth rank of a sage... Jiang Zirou originally planned to give her some cultivation resources.

But doing so encounters two problems.

The first one was that before the retreat, Jiang Zirou packed up all the treasures he didn't need and threw them to his disciples.

Now she really doesn't have anything in her hands that is useful to grandma...

On the other hand.

Grandma obviously regarded herself as a junior who had just stepped into the new world.

First send the resources...

The latter two got along very well.

Jiang Zirou didn't want her grandma to die so quickly... Then, here's a book he wrote.

It is not only a new way, but also perfectly meets my initial needs.

Really good idea.

"That's a great idea!"

Jiang Zirou stood up, nodded and thanked Su Qing.Then he returned to his room as if flying.

……

As a princess of a great country who can stabilize the country with peace of mind and conquer mountains with strength.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the Four Treasures of the Study, Jiang Zirou, has always been carried with him...

First she lit an oil lamp.

Then he opened a small table on the bed, swayed by the candlelight, and pondered seriously while grinding ink.

Lu Xun once said...

The joke is not nonsense, and the adaptation is not random.

Because of hobbies, and the school's special requirements for the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique and beauty.

Jiang Zirou read quite a lot of extracurricular books in various aspects in her previous life.

Whether it is serious or not serious, there is a wide range of coverage.

And after she stepped into the realm of a saint.

Spiritual thoughts transformed, and those memories that she had forgotten in her subconscious were slowly unearthed.

"Write something..."

Jiang Zirou sat cross-legged on the small bed, frowning in thought.

The subject matter of the book must meet at least two requirements, one is that the content must be interesting, and the other is that it must be able to carry some private goods.

After searching quickly in his mind, Jiang Zirou clapped his hands.

I just felt that in a flash of inspiration, I already had an idea in my heart.

……

"The Female Consort" is a representative work of Huangmei Opera, and has a high status among ancient operas.

Even in the era when Jiang Zirou lived, this opera was widely circulated.

It roughly tells about the marriage between the Feng family and the Li family.

But after more than ten years, the Li family fell into decline, and the Feng family's stepmother thought the poor loved the rich, so she forced the Li family to withdraw the marriage.

The hostess was forced to disguise herself as a man and go to Beijing to find her brother, and took the test under the name of the hostess.Unexpectedly, he won the first prize and was recruited as a son-in-law...

The story is simple but unconventional.

It's just a pity that Jiang Zirou has only read the TV series and operas after the adaptation, but not the original work.

However, this is not a big problem.

Jiang Zirou stayed in the scripture pavilion for more than ten years and read many books.

Not only can I translate the plot in my mind into half-baked vernacular, but I can also add some poems written by myself in some key places to express my heart.

…In short, it is very, very perfect!
"Cough cough!"

Jiang Zirou coughed twice, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Under the rippling candlelight, it also looks warm and sweet.

only…

"Damn!" After an entire hour passed, Jiang Zirou wrote with sore wrists and staring eyes.

As a result, when I opened the manuscript paper, I only wrote less than four or five thousand words...

"what!"

Jiang Zirou picked up the freshly ink-stained rice paper on the table, her pretty face turned pale with shock, and she couldn't help opening her mouth.

"Damn!"

The eldest princess covered her face with a "snap", and let out a thin wail from her lips.

Lying on the bed on his back, his face was covered with the four characters of doubting life, like a salted fish that had lost his dream.

"illusion!"

"It must be an illusion!"

Jiang Zirou said softly: "I clearly feel that I have written forty to fifty thousand words..."

"Hmm... so sleepy, I really want to sleep..."

Jiang Zirou turned her face and buried her head in the pillow: "But tomorrow I'm going shopping with grandma, and I have to hand in the manuscript..."

It would be great if there is a tool person to help with coding...

Um! ?

Tool man?
Jiang Zirou shivered, turned over and got up from the bed.

She waved her hand and untied the Qiankun Cauldron tied to the ribbon around her waist, flicked her fingers, and the Qiankun Cauldron was suspended in the air.

"duang!"

The fleshy, jelly-like evil eyes fell from the Qiankun cauldron upside down on the bed.

"Who! It's so late at night that you don't let people...uh..."

The big eyeballs rolled around on the table, and the chubby body was rippling with gravy.

It opened its mouth and yelled loudly... when it saw Jiang Zirou, who was caged in the candlelight, looking at it with malicious intentions.

Xieyan froze for a moment.

Then shrunk into a fleshy ball, said with some coyness: "Master, can you stop looking at me like that, I'm a little scared."

"Don't talk about this..."

Jiang Zirou opened her eyes wide, with anticipation in her beautiful eyes.

"Can you write?"

As she spoke, she grabbed the brush on the pen stand and stuffed it on the top of Xieyan's head.

Xieyan froze for a moment, he didn't expect to wake himself up in the middle of the night for such a trivial matter.

"Master, I'm just an eye good at discovering beauty..."

"That's it..." Jiang Zirou couldn't hide her disappointment.

"but!"

Xieyan held her head high and said loudly: "If it is the master's request, then of course there is no problem..."

Several tentacles flew up.

Rolling up several brushes placed on the pen stand, Xieyan was ready to shoot: "What do you want to write..."

The voice did not fall.

Jiang Zirou's spiritual thoughts pierced Xieyan's consciousness, and sent out his belly script.

"Shhhhh!"

Don't say it yet.

The tentacles above Xieyan's head rolled up three brushes and splashed ink together, much faster than when Jiang Zirou was writing.

The big eyeballs write like flying.

It writes about the heroine Feng Suzhen disguised as a man, and writes about Feng Suzhen's acquaintance with the savage princess in the capital... and writes about some of the scenes where Ji Jiqing is radiant.

It was written until the apricot list was announced, Feng Suzhen was the champion of high school and was called to be a son-in-law.

Bridal chamber candle night...

"What's behind! What's behind!?"

The night passed in the blink of an eye, and Xieyan felt that his head was getting a little too big.

Its one eye was bloodshot, but it was full of energy, but it didn't feel too tired...

"Hurry up, hurry up... I think this plot can be written in [-] words! No, at least [-] words must be written!"

Xieyan urged.

It became a typewriter of Mo's feelings, and now just want to know what happened in the plot behind it.

"The one behind is gone..."

Jiang Zirou waved his hand and looked out the window.

The sky in the east has already turned white, and it is almost dawn.

As a qualified copywriter, you must learn to leave suspense... Jiang Zirou looked away, looked at the evil eyes that were waving tentacles on the table, and replied with a high EQ:
"You are tired and need to rest now..."

"No! I think I can continue to write!" Xieyan argued.

"No, I said you are tired, you are just tired..."

Jiang Zirou stretched out two fingers, pinched them lightly, and threw Xieyan into the Qiankun cauldron.

"Ahhh! I'm not reconciled!" Xieyan's scream came from the Qiankun cauldron.

That stern emotion can almost make any creature with a trace of pity feel sad.

Good thing…

Jiang Zirou didn't.

She clapped her hands, tidied up the rice paper on the table, and glanced at it roughly.

Finally, bind these scattered pages into a volume.

You're done!

……

At this moment, on a mountain road somewhere outside Angu Mountain City.

A sedan chair slowly appeared in it.

At the end of the mountain road, Wu Shen and Luo Hu are standing here respectfully.

They had been waiting here for a whole night, but there was no trace of impatience on their faces, after seeing the sedan chair at the end of the mountain road.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

It was dark at this time, and it was not yet fully lit.

A gust of wind blew through the air, making people tremble and feel cold all over.

The sedan chair looked very strange.

The whole is long and narrow, the color of the sedan chair is black, but there are two white stripes on the front part.

From a distance, it looks like a slightly enlarged coffin.

Then there are those wrestlers who carry the sedan chair, all of them are tall, wearing gray bunts, their arms are exposed, and there are strong muscles under the dark skin.

The weird thing is.

The legs of these palanquins are stiff during the movement, and the knee joints seem to be unable to bend at all.

His face was blue and black, but his eyes were blood red.

There was still a long distance away, and a fierce aura came over the face.

Even Wu Shen and Luo Hu are high-ranking saint monks above the seventh rank. Seeing such a situation at this moment, they couldn't help but tremble a little.

The sedan chair looked slow, but it was actually very fast.

In the blink of an eye, the coffin that was at the end of the mountain path a moment ago had already appeared in front of Wu Shen and Luo Hu.

The sedan chair stopped and was placed on the ground.

The wrestler at the front opened the door curtain, and inside was a white-faced young man in a satin robe.

Although it is dressed as a son.

But this person is also more than seven feet tall, and the muscles on his body propped up the originally loose robe, revealing a solid muscle curve.

"I've seen Mr. Naluo!"

Wushen and Luo Hu were shocked, and hurriedly clasped their fists in salute.He bent down and bowed to the end, appearing very respectful.

"The two elders don't need to be too polite..." Young Master Naluo of Yinyin Sect just nodded lightly in a low voice, obviously not paying attention to these two guys.

Actually.

Although the three of them are all from the Yinzong sect.

But Mr. Naluo, as a true disciple of the inner sect, has a much higher status than Wu Shen and Luo Hu, who are the elders of the outer sect.

And even if you don't care about your status, just talk about your cultivation.

This Mr. Naluo is also a monk of the ninth grade of saint, with strong strength and many means.

It is far from being comparable to the grassroots of Luohu and Wushen.

"Where's that ghost you're talking about..."

Young Master Naluo opened his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see the target he wanted.He couldn't help frowning, and asked in a deep voice.

"Master Hui!" Luo Hu had been prepared for a long time, and now he took a step forward, bowed and said:

"We have handed over the letter, and when the time comes to introduce her into the formation, we can naturally let the young master do whatever he wants..."

"Um…"

The white-faced son nodded, but there was no sullen expression on his face, but he nodded slightly:

"You are considered thoughtful in doing things, otherwise I wouldn't have come here specially.

There are so many weird methods. Although our Nether Sect's exercises can restrain or even control them to a certain extent... But every year, disciples or elders die at the hands of the ghosts we subdue. I would rather spend more time on this matter than do it well. Thorough preparation. "

"You did a good job..."

"Then if this matter is completed..." Luo Hu was overjoyed, and quickly reminded him.

"Don't worry, my son Nailuo once said a word, it's hard to follow."

This person seemed to have a good temper, and answered seriously:

"If I can take this opportunity to step into the realm of the great sage, not only will I help you fulfill the conditions I promised you before. And after it is done, I will also guarantee to the sect that you will have the opportunity to get in touch with the real core skills of the Yin sect." Fa, from now on it will soar into the sky!"

"it is good!"

Both Luo Hu and Wu Shen were overjoyed, "Thank you for your kindness, my lord!"

"It's okay, it's just a small matter."

"We have prepared a manor for you in the mountains. The scenery is not bad. If you don't mind, you can stay there for a few days."

"also may…"

Several people chatted quickly, and then stopped talking.

Dissipated on the mountain road like a cloudy wind.

……

It is noon today.

The northernmost part of the wild world, under the high wall of gray mist.

A team of about 300 people dressed in various costumes was led by a big fat man in red and wide body.

The big fat man rolled over in waves of flesh, and when he laughed, the pair of small eyes on his face were almost submerged in the fat on his face.

It looks very wretched.

This person's name is Si Kou, and he is the saint of Wanhualou.

As for the Wanhualou, it is a well-known brothel in the New World, which is also a casino and intelligence business.

But anyone who does these businesses.

Inevitably, there will be a fight.

Therefore, although this Si Kou looks wretched and looks like a fleshy ball, his strength is not weak among the several saints of the human race.

"My dear niece, this high wall of gray mist is very dangerous. Even if a monk with great supernatural powers accidentally strays into it, it will be the result of going nowhere."

now.

Rouqiu was grinning and talking to the girl in Taoist robes in front of her.

This robed girl has a delicate and cunning appearance, and her big almond eyes are full of aura.Slender waist and long legs, especially the bulging chest, even wearing a loose Taoist robe, can't hide the alluring spring scenery.

This person is Zhao Yuheng.

"I went here a few years ago... I don't need to bother my uncle."

Zhao Yuheng's face was guarded and displeased, but he still lowered his head and answered softly.

"Really?"

The eyes of the big fat man in red seemed to light up, and he stretched out his chubby palm, about to stroke the girl's long hair.

"Come to my uncle, and tell me what interesting things have happened in this world of origin recently..."

The little nun frowned.

Sideways to avoid the big fat man's salty pig's hand.

Hearing Si Kou's question, Zhao Yuheng sighed inwardly, but couldn't help but think of the red-clothed girl he saw at the Lantern Festival in the world of origin a few years ago.

Time flies.

But that precious memory still remained clearly in the depths of her mind, never forgetting.

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