The God and Buddha are actually me

Yangzhou, Shen Mansion.

It was almost dusk when Yue Ling returned home. There was a trace of fatigue between her eyebrows, and she didn't even take off the armor she wore in the previous battle.

Many people from the Imperial Observatory were waiting in front of the door.

"Have you found him?"

Yue Ling's eyes showed a glimmer of hope.

Seeing her men shaking their heads, her eyes dimmed again.

She had been looking for a full ten days, but there was no news of Zhang Jiuyang. No one was seen alive, and no body was found dead. It was as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

She searched the entire Yangzhou city, but found nothing.

"No news is actually the best news."

The old lady came over with a cane, looked at her granddaughter lovingly, stretched out her hand to comb her messy hair neatly, and sighed: "Xiaojiu is such a smart person, it will not be so easy to get into trouble, good people have their own blessings."

"On the contrary, Ling'er, you are injured, you can't delay any longer, tomorrow is your birthday, just have a good rest."

After a pause, she said: "If Xiaojiu comes back, I'm sure he doesn't want to see you like this."

Yue Ling's eyes were turbulent, she was silent for a moment, looking at the worry and concern on her grandmother's face, and finally nodded, but said nothing, and returned to the room alone.

"Heart disease needs heart medicine to cure, and the bell must be tied by the person who tied it."

Old Madam Shen sighed and turned away.

Yue Ling was alone in the room, taking off her heavy armor. There were dried blood stains on her red battle robe. She took it off and threw it on the ground casually, revealing her snow-white, graceful, slender and fit body.

There were faint abdominal muscles on her slender waist, which were not bloated, but had a unique smooth beauty, containing explosive power.

She didn't want to take a bath, so she wiped her body with a soaked silk cloth, wiped off the dust and blood stains, revealing her crystal clear skin like mutton-fat jade.

There were still scars in some places, but they were very light and would disappear by themselves in a short time.

This was also the magic of her natural physique. No matter how serious the injury was, as long as she didn't die, it would heal automatically and quickly, and even no scars would be left.

Therefore, after years of fighting, her skin was white and tender, without a trace of flaws.

After a simple wipe, she casually put on a nightgown, sat quietly on the bed, and looked at the broken knife in her hand.

The Dragon Sparrow Knife was broken, and Zhang Jiuyang disappeared.

"I'm still too weak."

"If I were stronger, I could cultivate to the sixth realm, or even the seventh and eighth realm, he wouldn't have to take such risks all the time."

She felt guilty.

Zhang Jiuyang was a smart man, and he loved life and enjoyed it. Du Shensuan left him the last words "The world is gold, so you can't go south". With his temperament, he should have stayed away.

He came to Yangzhou to fulfill his promise to himself.

For the first time, Yue Ling felt so weak.

She took a deep breath, picked up the broken knife, and continued to practice in the house regardless of her injuries. The knife energy blew the candlelight around her.

"If you are still alive, I will definitely save you no matter where you are. If you die..."

"I will definitely chop off the head of the Painted Skin Master and let him be buried with you."

...

The next day, early in the morning.

Mrs. Shen personally brought a bowl of longevity noodles to Yue Ling's room. Before she knocked on the door, she heard bursts of air-breaking sounds coming from inside.

The knife rang non-stop, and the room was filled with murderous aura.

The old lady sighed, opened the door, and handed her the bowl of noodles.

"When you were little, you liked the noodles made by your grandmother the most. When you were tired from practicing, you always came to me to eat. Eat it while it's hot."

Yue Ling did not refuse. She put away her knife and ate the noodles. She finished eating in no time and said, "Grandma, don't worry. I won't go out today. I will practice sword at home."

She wants to break through the sixth realm as soon as possible!

The old lady shook her head and said, "This time the situation is special. I won't hold a big birthday banquet for you, but grandma still wants to give you a gift."

Yue Ling frowned slightly. She didn't have any thoughts about celebrating her birthday now, nor was she in the mood to receive gifts.

But the old lady smiled slightly and said, "You should be interested in this gift."

As she said that, she took out a book from her arms and handed it to Yue Ling, saying, "This book is called "Zhong Kui Marries His Sister". It is a new work by Mr. Liao Zhai. Don't you always like it-"

Before the old lady finished speaking, she saw Yue Ling suddenly raise his eyes, his expression was excited and his spirits were high.

"Mr. Liaozhai's new work?"

She grabbed the book and started flipping through it. The more she read, the more excited she became.

It's him, his style of writing!

The old lady was stunned and very surprised. Why was Ling'er so excited? Is this book really that good?

It's no wonder she was surprised. Although Zhang Jiuyang had cooperated with the Shen family to promote Wang Lingguan, he had never revealed that Mr. Liaozhai was himself.

"If you really like this Mr. Liaozhai, you can go to Moyun Study. It seems that this Mr. Liaozhai has appeared in person, and many people have gone to watch."

Before she finished speaking, Yue Ling's figure had disappeared, leaving only one sentence in the air.

"Grandma, I'll be back soon!"

There was a hint of uncontrollable excitement in her voice.

The old lady was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and smiled. She was old and smart, and she had already noticed something was wrong. I'm afraid that this Mr. Liaozhai had an unusual connection with Xiaojiu.

"It's true that a grown-up child is no longer under the control of his mother. Back then, Ling'er was the one who was most attached to me..."

She shook her head and smiled. Although she seemed to be complaining, her expression was much more relaxed.

…

Yue Ling quickly rushed to Moyun Study, and saw the back of a man in white, surrounded by people, and the atmosphere was very hot.

She took a deep breath, and pushed away those fanatical "book fans" with brute force. Ignoring the scolding, she showed a smile on her face and stretched out her hand to pat the man's shoulder.

"Zhang Jiuyang, you are dead-"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the man turned around. It was a strange face, with a delicate face and a feminine air.

He didn't seem to be surprised at Yue Ling's arrival, and smiled: "You are General Yue, my master has been waiting for you for a long time, please go upstairs."

Yue Ling felt a trace of evil spirit on him, and the eyes between her eyebrows opened, and she quickly looked at him.

He is a cultivator, the fourth realm, practicing the art of the left way.

Her heart sank, Zhang Jiuyang would never get together with such a person, and this time he might be a fraud.

And he can be worshipped as the master by the fourth realm, which shows that he is unfathomable.

"Who is your master?"

"He is a friend of General Yue. Please come in."

The man went upstairs. Yue Ling was skilled and courageous. She looked calm and walked upstairs, as if she would not be moved even if the sky fell.

No matter who the other party's master was, if he could take out this book "Zhong Kui Marries His Sister", he must know the whereabouts of Zhang Jiuyang!

So even if the other party ambushed thousands of troops upstairs, she would have to break in!

On the second floor, Yue Ling entered the private room and saw a back figure.

The other party turned around slowly.

Yue Ling's pupils trembled, and her palm pressed on the handle of the Dragon Sparrow Knife. Although it was a broken knife, it could still kill people.

"Master of Painted Skin!!"

She gritted her teeth, and her eyes showed a murderous intent.

But the next moment, the other party slowly took off the iron mask on his face, revealing a handsome and elegant face.

Yue Ling's hand pressing the knife paused instantly, and even trembled a little.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, took out a list from his hand, and his voice was gentle and calm.

"Happy birthday, General Yue."

"Do you like this gift?"

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