Fu Mingrui walked out hurriedly, but stopped in the dark night.
"Qu Qu~~" The rain stopped and the insects chirped, but he was a little hesitant.
He turned around and looked at Lin Tingjun: "Brother Lin, can you... accompany me for a while."
"Puff!" Lian Youyou burst out laughing. Fu Mingrui was so scared that he dared not walk at night. Was he afraid that halfway through his walk, he would see a soft human skin swaying like a willow in the moonlight
Lin Tingjun paused holding the wine glass, turned to look at Fu Mingrui, and seeing that he looked pale, he offered him a glass of wine: "Would you like some more?"
Fu Mingrui's scalp tightened and his face became hot, knowing that Lin Tingjun looked down on him.
Lian Youyou stood up when the time came: "Okay, I'll take you there."
Fu Mingrui blushed even more and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, I dare not trouble Miss Lian." It was already humiliating for him to ask Lin Tingjun to accompany him. If in the end it was still a woman named Lian Youyou who sent him off, then how would he, Fu Mingrui, have the face to come to the Nine Gates to seek advice in the future.
"No trouble." Lian Youyou was already standing in front of Fu Mingrui with a smile, "It's just a matter of a wall."
Fu Mingrui opened her beautiful eyes wide, with something ominous in her mind.
Sure enough, the next moment, Lian Youyou grabbed his belt and threw him out.
"Ah——" Fu Mingrui flew directly into the air. This time, he could truly feel Lian Youyou's inhuman power.
How could a woman throw such a big man around like a ball
Fu Mingrui was a man of eight feet tall, not a frail scholar. He could kill enemies with a knife and shoot eagles with a bow, and his body was well-trained. However, he was easily thrown into the air by a seemingly fragile woman.
While flying, Fu Mingrui saw Lian Youyou clapping her hands in the Jiumen Courtyard. Her face was not red and she was not out of breath. She did it as easily as throwing a small stone. What an amazing woman.
He kept looking at Lian Youyou until he landed in his own yard.
"Bang!" He fell to the ground, right in the light in front of his study door.
"Hmm..." He covered his chest and groaned. It hurt so much. He was wondering if he should remind Duanmu Qingchen to avoid accidentally provoking Lian Youyou, lest his life be in danger.
Lian clapped her hands leisurely in the yard, looked at the sky full of stars and the moon that had been washed by the thunderstorm, rolled her eyes, and a cunning light was already flashing in her eyes.
She turned her eyes to Lin Tingjun: "Do you want to go to the palace with me?"
Lin Tingjun looked puzzled, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked Lian Youyou up and down: "Go to the palace?"
"Look at the handsome man, um~~" Lian Youyou pretended to reminisce, "That Duanmu Qingchen, is still good-looking~~" After saying that, she jumped away, and her white figure flashed across the bright moonlight.
Lin Tingjun's eyes narrowed and he immediately followed. He didn't believe that she went to see Duanmu Qingchen, but what if she did
Two white figures flew together in the quiet night sky.
The moon frost sprinkled all over the pavilion, and the beams were endless like silver waves. Lian Youyou and Lin Tingjun seemed to be walking on the waves, flying up and down, like white cranes, elegant and ethereal.
Both of them landed on the yellow tiles of the imperial palace. Lin Tingjun stopped by and looked at Lian Youyou.
Lian looked down at the entire palace for a moment, took off the pearl-like earring on her right ear, and placed it in the palm of her hand. The earring actually floated in the moonlight.
Lin Tingjun was slightly surprised.
"Go!" Lian Youyou gave an order, and the earrings turned into streams of light and flew rapidly northward.
Lian smiled and flew after him.
Lin Tingjun was secretly surprised, but he didn't dare to fall behind even a little bit and followed closely behind Lian Youyou.
The stream of light was like a meteor, flying straight into the northern night sky. As it slid down, Lian flew down slowly, held it in her hand again, then turned over and landed in an independent and quiet courtyard. In the small square yard, there was only a huge black tree!
Lian Youyou grinned, her eyes sparkling.
Lin Tingjun landed in the courtyard in a fluttering white robe. He looked around and found that the courtyard was square but had no door. It was surrounded by walls on all four sides, completely isolating the courtyard.
In the courtyard, there is only a huge black dead tree that requires several people to hug. The eight trigrams formation is surrounded by green square stones.
"Hehe, this is absolutely wrong." Lian leisurely jumped onto the stone and rubbed her hands, with a mercenary and money-grubber look in her smiling eyes.
Lin Tingjun looked around, then at the expression on Lian Youyou's face. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then looked up at her: "What's so magical about this dead tree?" With the last time the stone tablet became a spiritual realm, Lin Tingjun knew from the look in Lian Youyou's eyes that there must be something strange about this black tree.
Lian Youyou grinned and reached out to touch the black tree. The dead tree had been struck by lightning overnight, and the trunk still carried the residual warmth of the lightning.
"Xiaoyao... is so beautiful and likes to do needlework..." Lian Youyou said, and what she said was something that Lin Tingjun couldn't understand.
"Xiao Yao?" Lin Tingjun already knew that Xiao Ming and others mentioned by Lian Youyou were the Three Saints, so who was this Xiao Yao
Lian patted the dead tree, leaped up, stood on the top of the tree, and looked down at the center of the dead tree. It was empty inside, but there was still a spark of fire.
"Jinmu of the Yaochi~~~Oh, that's the Queen Mother you guys are talking about." She poked her head out from the treetop to look at Lin Tingjun, as if she was chatting casually.
Lin Tingjun was stunned when he heard it. This big liar really dared to talk about any god!
Lian Youyou jumped down again and began to walk around the dead tree, as if measuring its size: "Ordinary people always believe what they hear. Queen Mother, Queen Mother, they thought she was either the king's mother or the king's wife. Such a beauty is said to be old. Tsk tsk tsk, there are so many male gods chasing Xiaoyao~~~"
Lian Youyou stopped walking, looked at the dead tree and nodded, as if she had finished measuring: "Xiaoyao is very good at making clothes, so she must carry an embroidery needle every day..." Lian Youyou said, turned her head to look at Lin Tingjun who was standing there in a daze, then turned back and continued, "Because she wears it often, she often falls off. Xiaoyao's embroidery needle is used to sew divine clothes and robes, which are different from those in the mortal world. It is made of nebula iron. If it falls into the mortal world, it will definitely attract lightning. I just saw that this tree must have had an embroidery needle dropped into it..."
Lian Youyou patted the trunk of the tree, propped one hand on the tree and grinned at Lin Tingjun: "This tree is constantly struck by lightning because it is infected with the divine power of the embroidery needle and the falling stars. All living things in the world absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, including flowers, plants and trees. A good sword needs to be tempered a thousand times, and this lightning is like a hammer. This tree absorbs the essence, and this needle attracts lightning. What is forged must be a divine weapon!"
Lian Youyou hugged the tree and stroked it happily: "After the embroidery needle was split nine hundred times, it melted into the tree, and the tree absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon. After being split nine hundred times again, it became spiritual. Split it nine hundred times again, and another nine hundred times. After ninety-nine thousand and eight hundred times, the magic weapon will be formed. All it needs is to sharpen it!"
“Snap!” Lian Youyou snapped her fingers, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked up at the towering black wood. “I forgot to bring my own magic weapon this time, so I’ll just have to make do with this piece of junk of yours. Hey… I’ve got to have a weapon that’s handy…”
Garbage again?! (To be continued)