One month later.
Jiang Niannian felt that Yin Buqi had become a little cold towards her recently.
In the past, he wished he could stick to her for twelve hours a day, but recently, not only did he stop sticking to her, but even the frequency of their dual cultivation had dropped drastically.
Every day he either goes to the Temple of the Gods to handle important matters, or locks himself in the library to look for information or something.
"Do you think there's a problem in your relationship?" Hu Feishuang was dressed elegantly, with pearl hairpins jingling on her snow-white wrists and a waist as slender as a willow. She was sitting in Jiang Niannian's yard, eating snake gall and frying melon seeds.
Hu Feishuang's beautiful eyes, which were clearly divided into black and white, turned and asked, "Do you think he is having an affair outside? I see that he is always running out of Qingqiu recently."
Jiang Niannian defended her: "How is that possible? Don't talk nonsense. We Buqi are not such people."
Xiao Qi was pouring tea for the two of them. It was the finest fairy buds, the top-grade fairy tea that ordinary cultivators couldn't even dream of. But the young master was sending it to the Fangfei Garden as if it were free.
Hu Feishuang spat out a mouthful of melon seed shells and continued, "Oh, don't worry. There is nothing between these Taoist couples that can't be solved by dual cultivation. If it doesn't work once, try it twice. I guarantee that he will be completely slept with."
Listen to what these words are. Is this something a dignified, noble goddess of Qingqiu can say
Why do these lewd words sound more like what the girls in a brothel would say
Jiang Niannian was so frightened that her hands trembled, and a few melon seeds fell to the ground: "Where did you learn these words?"
"I borrowed the book from you to go to school. When the old palace master was still around, I was either studying etiquette or reciting women's training every day. It was boring." Hu Feishuang leaned close to Jiang Niannian's ear and asked, "I have finished reading the book "The Innocent Duck-Headed Black-Belly Immortal" that I borrowed last time. I came here today to borrow a new book."
Jiang Niannian: "... If the old palace master knew you had become like this, he would probably be so angry that he would flip the lid of his coffin."
"I'm just like the old saying goes, 'A red plum is red, a black plum is black.'" Hu Feishuang added, "If you're really worried, why don't you just go and see what he's up to?"
Jiang Niannian was about to say something, opened her mouth, and closed it again.
He stood up, took Hu Feishuang and left Fangfei Garden, leaving Xiaoqi alone.
Temple of the Gods.
Yin Buqi sat in the hall, leaning back in his chair with an impatient look on his face.
In front of him, many servants were struggling with distorted faces and in extreme pain, and they exploded and died in the next second.
The Qingqiu warriors were no longer surprised by this and continued to report all kinds of intelligence collected from outside, hardly missing any information.
"Young Master, with the help of my subordinates and the help of the wandering cultivators, we have learned that the last place where Yin Ci and Wen Shili's bodies appeared was Buzhou City. And according to gossip, in thirty days, the famous Linlang Pavilion in the human world will hold an auction there, and the grand prize is actually the long-lost silk-pulling technique."
After hearing what the assassin said, Yin Buqi felt something was wrong.
Recently, he was looking through ancient books in the library, trying to find out the true meaning of the four words "living towards death" to break the evil spirit, but he accidentally found a forbidden technique, which was the silk pulling technique.
Those who use this technique sacrifice their life and soul to control evil spirits, but the backlash is severe, and there is no record of how to use it specifically.