After I worshipped Bodhi, I was invincible

Chapter 163 Please Give Me Back Yuki
Pengqiu Zhenling Mountain, in Xuanji Palace.

The palace is full of blooming daisies, fragrant and fragrant, surrounded by bees and butterflies.

The female fairy in a white robe sat on the jade chair, clasped her fingers on the surface of the jade handle, glanced at the male cultivator under the stage, and said coldly: "Tell me, what trouble have you caused me again?"

Fang Yin frowned, with an ugly expression on his face.

"Sister, Ao Jue from Dongting, I just can't understand him, what kind of a person is he, to be favored by Zhang Suying, and to reject Suying in public..."

Fang Yin walked a few steps forward, stood in front of Fang Lingyun and cried, "I don't care, sister, you have to make the decision for me!"

"Shut up!" Fang Lingyun said coldly.

"Don't you think it's shameful enough? I promised you to be promoted to the direct line. I didn't want your son and daughter to have an affair and stumble on this kind of thing. The assessment meeting is coming. If you don't know how to practice well, let me do something wrong and do something that won't make it on the stage act."

Fang Lingyun's expression was gloomy, and her slender, white fingers exerted a slight force, only to hear a "click", and several cracks were pinched on the armrest of the jade chair.

Seeing this, Fang Yin lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment.

He frowned and said in a hoarse tone: "Sister, you know my temperament. If I don't get Zhang Suying, I won't be able to practice meditation. As long as Zhang Suying's heart is on Ao Jue, I will have no peace."

"For my practice, sister, please help me, make Zhang Suying my man, and make Suying forget about that guy Ao Jue!"

Fang Lingyun, who was sitting on the jade chair, looked cold, but still said nothing.

Fang Yin was dejected, and continued: "What kind of life did we live a thousand years ago, now that we have finally come to this point, but we can't even get the person we like, this kind of pain is no less than a thousand arrows piercing the heart."

"That Su Ying is someone who has no background."

"If she can double cultivate with me, that is also her luck. Besides, if this continues, I will be haunted by demons, and sooner or later I will fall into the path of demons."

Fang Yin leaned slightly and leaned into Fang Lingyun's ear: "Sister, you will not forget what happened 800 years ago, right?"

"My good sister, good head..."

"Don't forget, you almost stepped on me to get to this point. Could it be that you have ascended to a high position and want to kill the donkey again?"

Fang Yin's tone was low, but it was like a knife cutting Fang Lingyun's chest hard.

The jade chair cracked again, and Fang Lingyun's face was very ugly. She was silent for a long time before she said, "Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

Fang Yin's sad face showed joy: "Find a reason for Ao Jue to get out of Pengqiu."

Fang Lingyun frowned, her eyes dimmed.

Seeing her expression change, Fang Yin said strangely, "Sister, I'm your real brother, can't I be better than a foreign bastard?"

Hearing this, Fang Lingyun sighed heavily.

"You can help me, but after it's done, you must practice hard and break through the low-level true immortal within a hundred years. Otherwise, even if you become a laughing stock because of this, I will personally deal with you! You will never be soft!"

Fang Yin said with a smile: "As long as things are done, don't talk about breakthroughs, even if you reach the fifth floor of the middle class, it's not impossible!"

After hearing Fang Yin's promise, Fang Lingyun gradually calmed down.

The evil results that I personally brewed can only be borne by myself. My hands are already covered with blood. This wicked person may have to do it.

Closing her eyes, Fang Lingyun fell into a long silence.

……

South Zhan Buzhou, Luofeng Village.

Outside the dilapidated thatched hut, a woman in common clothes stood in front of the wooden case. She looked elegant and refined, and her fair skin did not reveal the appearance of a peasant woman.

The woman held a heavy iron knife in her hand, and she raised and lowered the iron knife, clumsily chopping the fodder on the wooden table.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

The muffled sound of chopping was repeated in front of the thatched cottage.

The woman looked at the rusty kitchen knife and the rough forage in front of her eyes, and tears slowly fell down her cheeks, dripping into the chopped forage.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her head and looked towards the sky where Yunjuanyunshu, stretched out her hand to catch something, after all, she still fished for the moon in the water and looked at the flowers in the mirror.

The sky was getting dark, and the two figures on the mountain road in the distance gradually approached.

The warm light of dusk shone on the narrow path and on the man's tattered robes.

The man held the rein in his hand, and an old scalper was tied to one side of the rein.

One person and one cow walked down the mountain, their figures were drawn into slender shadows by the evening sun, like embellishments on a canvas.

Pulling the cattle into the hayloft, the man patted the dust and cocklebur on his clothes.

He skillfully lifted the prepared bucket of fodder and poured it into the cow trough full of gaps and cracks.

"My lady, what are you going to do for dinner tonight? The weather is really hot and dry today, and I've sweated a lot after plowing a few acres of land. I'm afraid it will be hard work again, my lady will take it to the river to wash it." The man laughed.

The fair-skinned woman in common clothes wiped the tears from her face.

She walked forward a few steps, and suddenly knelt down in front of the man with a "plop", begging in a hoarse voice: "Shouyi, please return the feather robe to me, please, please return the feather robe to me, please?"

The smile on Sun Shouyi's face froze instantly, and he kicked the woman impatiently.

"You idiot, how many times have I said it, the feather coat has been lost long ago, don't you understand? How many times do I need to say it!"

The woman was still crying: "Shouyi, please, give it back to me, and I will definitely repay you..."

"Shouyi, for the sake of my diligence and diligence this year, can you show mercy?"

With a look of resentment on Sun Shouyi's face, he raised his head and grabbed the woman's hair, dragged it directly to the door, and threw it down heavily.

"If you lose it, you lose it! Damn, I ruined my good mood today!"

Ignoring the tear-stained woman, Wang Shouyi strode towards the house.

At the door, the woman was huddled in the corner, her body was trembling, and her muddy hair was sticking together, but even so, it was still hard to hide her beauty.

Her eyes were full of despair, and her eyes fell on the stone-strewn path.

The end of the stone road seems to be boundless, but in the eyes of the woman, there is a high wall.

She tried to escape, but to no avail. There seemed to be a special formation here, and she couldn't escape, so she could only circle around in place, lingering in this dilapidated thatched hut.

The woman stood up slowly while supporting the wall, and the wound on her calf quickly healed.

Her body wobbled as if she was about to fall at any moment, the woman walked up to the barrel, and stuffed the cloth into the barrel with trembling fingers.

Looking at the sweat-stained cloth in the barrel, she picked it up with both hands, and walked towards the river like a puppet.

That riverside...is also the beginning of the source of pain.

The woman smiled wryly, and every step she took, she let out a deep laugh, as if she was laughing at herself, or at her ill-fated fate.

Finally, the woman came to the river.

The river water is clear and clear, like a jade belt coiled around the green hills.

She dipped her fair fingers into the river water, feeling cool to the touch.

"Whoa!"

The cloth that smelled of sweat was thrown into the river, and a layer of muddy filth floated out of the clear water. The woman squatted down, took out a wooden stick and began to beat the cloth to clean the sweat and mud from the clothes.

Unknowingly, the sky was dark.

In the bushes, fireflies spread their wings and circled.

The woman put the clothes back into the barrel, wiped the water from her hands, turned and walked towards the thatched cottage.

(End of this chapter)