Zhongli pinched the chess piece and then fell down with a "bang", with little expression on his face and said, "I have a neighbor."

"I know this." The old man said, "The water god in Pohu Lake has long known everyone about you and your mistress."

"It's not a mistress, it's just a neighbor." Zhongli emphasized.

"Okay," the old man compromised, "I have heard of this neighbor, and he is a person who suddenly appears. He is obviously a ghost, but his methods are higher than those of us who claim to be gods. Are you all so cruel now? This makes us gods very embarrassed."

Gods were born in people's faith, and because of this, most of them could not leave their own place of faith. For example, the water gods in Po Lake can only stay in Po Lake; the land gods in Da'anling can only stay in Mingchuan.

They are gods and imprisoned people. Although Zhongli and Fu Yao are ghosts, they are free and free. Speaking of which, they are quite envious.

Ignoring the old man's complaint, Zhongli said: "I have a cause and effect with her. I will go back after solving this cause and effect, but I have become a little curious about her past life. Even though she becomes like this, it seems that there is part of my reason for me."

He kept the tears by his side for a long time, and it was also contaminated with a trace of his mind. If a ghost cultivator takes them to practice, he will not only achieve the breakthrough immediately, but he can quickly condense his soul and gather his soul and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

If Fu Yao was...

Thinking of this, Zhongli dissipated his thoughts.

You can't think about it anymore, the secrets will always make people think about it deeper and deeper.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the old man looking at him, with gloating in his eyes.

"What?" Zhongli raised his eyebrows.

The old man laughed and said, "You can't leave."

“Why?”

"When a man becomes curious about a woman, it means the beginning of a fate. If you have concerns in your heart, how can you be willing to leave? For example, now, you are being stuck again and again, isn't it because you don't want to leave?"

"Nonsense." Zhongli knew that he was not a person who liked to deceive himself. He admitted that he was curious because he did have a curiosity. But if he liked such things, he could be sure that he did not.

Although he had never experienced the young man Mu Ai, he had seen many of them throughout history.

He didn't have the same blushing face towards Fu Yao, and he thought about tossing and turning for this day and night, so he was very open-minded.

The old man smiled but said nothing.

...

On Fu Yao's side, she came to the painter's residence.

The painter looks very young and handsome, but he is a little unruly. When Fu Yao comes, he is having fun. He is surrounded by women, immersed in these warm fragrances, but the pen in his hand is drawing something quickly.

Fu Yao did not avoid it. He saw that he finished painting. After a little eyes, the beauty on the painting was alive, walked off the paper, and joined the fun.

It seemed that there was nothing new to the beauties he drew. The painter swung his pen and waved his hand, and all the beauties disappeared.

At this time, the painter seemed to have noticed Fu Yao and looked at Fu Yao and said, "Why does it mean that the distinguished guest comes uninvited?"

But Fu Yao walked to the mural full of beauties, reached out to touch the paintings, and said, "I like these paintings."

Several years later, the painted walls here were discovered, and later a wealthy businessman bought them all home at a high price of 10,000 yuan.

Seeing that the painter didn't look at the paintings in the room, he had a special liking for the walls. He couldn't help but restrain his loose robe and walked to her side to appreciate the paintings with her. "This painting is also my favorite. Unfortunately, no matter how I do, I can't draw such charm."

The beauty on the wall, every frown and smile, was all charming. After standing under the painting wall for a long time, it seemed that she could still see the beauty on the wall smiling at him.

"It's good to draw it. Some Qiongqi may not be able to draw one in his life." Fu Yao said, turning to look at him, "I'm here to let you draw a face that satisfies me."

She didn't plan to use her former face anymore. She would be another Fu Yao.

"Then your requirements are a bit high." said the painter.

Fu Yao asked, "Why, can't you draw it?"

"Pictures can be painted, but not now." The painter said, "You know that I am just a brush to make a sperm. The house is just a dilapidated temple that I have added a few strokes. It shouldn't be too much if I want to have a good place to live."

"It's not too much." Fu Yao said.

"In addition, after the painting is completed, do I still have a pen cost? As far as I know, Master Fu Guan, your principle has always been to barter things. If I paint for you, can you meet my conditions?" The painter said again.

"Did you recognize me?" Fu Yao was not too surprised.

The speed of communication between mountain spirits and ghosts is much faster than that of living people.

"It's really because Master Fu Guan, you are too famous. It's hard for me to not recognize the outfit of a black dress and a black belt." The painter said, with a piece of his hand, and the pen he had left behind returned to his hand, "I'm fine, we can leave this at any time."

When Fu Yao looked at the pen, he saw that it was as beautiful as green bamboo, and the water inside was full of color. This pen rod alone was already valuable.

"What's the name of this?" she asked.

The painter turned his pen and said, "The person who used this pen was named Qingzhu. I thought the name was not vulgar and indecent, so I changed it. Now it is called Zhuzhi."

"Isn't this much better?" Fu Yao said, "Okay, let's go."

The two walked out of the house one by one. Shortly after they left, the house quickly turned into a dilapidated temple. The spider webs in the temple were ashes, very dilapidated. However, on one of the walls that did not collapse, there was a three-beautiful picture standing on the painting wall with a smile.

...

When he returned to the Taoist temple, Fu Yao threw Zhuzhi to Manager Jiang and asked Manager Jiang to arrange the people. He went to Jiantang to take out Yu Shuya's soul.

"What do you want to do?" Yu Shuya struggled.

But Fu Yao ignored her, flew past the divine weapons side by side, and finally placed them on Tianyi Sword.

Tianyi sword pattern is full of Taoist patterns, and the sword body made of Xuan Iron has a sense of heaviness that other swords do not have.

"No." Fu Yao said to himself, and then touched the small sword embedded in the ancient sword's body again.

The little sword is still so murderous, which is frightening.

"That's it." Fu Yao picked up the sword, and then came to Chang'an with the sword and Yu Shuya's soul.

From the outside, Yu Ge Lao’s Mansion looks no different from the past.

But after entering the door, you can feel the atmosphere inside is a bit solemn.

Yu Shuya looked at the ghosts riding on the wall and felt a little uneasy. Soon, she saw her grandfather who was practicing calligraphy in the study.

"Today is not a day of rest, why didn't Master Yu go to court?" Fu Yao asked a little ghost.

The little devil was eloquent, "Liu Tanhua sued the emperor for sending the seventh girl's body to the front of the emperor. His Majesty was furious and summoned the Pavilion Master to the palace. After that, the Pavilion Master complained that he was sick and was at home, and he was afraid that he would not go to court again in a short period of time."

Fu Yao then looked at Yu Shuya and said, "You should know that these are just the answers that outsiders seem to be. Yu Ge is in a high position, so how could he give up his rights easily? He took a period of sickness and took a leave of absence, not to mention a few months, and even half a month later, the court will be a different situation. But now he did this, what does this mean?"

Yu Shuya's face gradually became ugly.

The reason for this is nothing more than weighing the pros and cons, and finding that taking a step back can save more things. In short, the Emperor Majesty of Tai Chi Palace no longer wants his grandfather to sit in that position.

Now that I am sick at home, look at Your Majesty’s attitude and the movements in the court. If Your Majesty is determined not to want Grandpa to return to the court, then Grandpa can only obey Your Majesty’s will and return home...

"But why?" Yu Shuya couldn't understand, "This is just a small matter." His Majesty could not hold on to his grandfather because of this.

"Miss Seven, you don't know," said the little ghost next to him. "Some things in the master's study have been sent to His Highness by the people from the Inspection Department. Corruption and bribery, and life lawsuits are also common. There are many twists and turns in it. If the master resists stubbornly, it will only make a terrible thing."

These are all big or small things. Your Majesty doesn’t want to protect others, and anyone who gets involved will die.

"The Yu family's energy is almost over." Fu Yao looked at the luck in the sky above Yu's mansion, smiled, and took Yu Shuya to the backyard.

There was nothing to see in the backyard, but after Yu Shuya saw her mother, she saw that there were some sores on her face. The sores looked like human faces, and they looked very scary.

"This is the resentment of the ghosts in your backyard," Fu Yao said, "Once it grows, it will be difficult to fade. Not only does it have it on your mother's face, but anyone who has a life in Yu's house will have it."

The next moment, Yu Shurou came to her grandmother's room.

The human facial sores on my grandmother's face are bigger and more terrifying.

"Because of these people's face sores, the female relatives of the Yu family dare not go out now." The female ghosts in the back house gathered to report to Fu Yaohui, "But the paper cannot cover the fire. Now most people in Chang'an know about the deviant things of the Yu family, and they will atone for the evil things they have done in the second half of their lives."

"They developed facial sores, so the men in the Yu family didn't respond?" Fu Yao said.

"Of course there is a reaction." The ghost concubine laughed, "They went to Huguo Temple to invite the monks to do the trick and asked the monks to help. After the monks finished reading it, they said that as long as the ancestral home of Yu's mansion was demolished and the resentment inside was dispersed, their facial sores would be cured without hesitation.

But do you know how the men in the Yu family did it? They didn’t want to destroy the Feng Shui of the ancestral home and delay the future of their descendants, so they decided to sacrifice the women in the ancestral home and just pretended that they didn’t know this. This is the men in the Yu family, it’s really disgusting."

Yu Shuya looked at her grandmother sitting in the room chanting scriptures, and for some reason, she felt a deep sense of sorrow and resentment.

This resentment increased a lot when she saw her grave and knew that the incense was actually pearls. Finally, when she came to Xiushui, she reached the peak when she saw the Qinse and the sound of Liu Fu.

Fu Yao looked inside the house, where Liu Fuyun was processing the official documents, while Fu Sanniang was sitting next to him. The two seemed to be discussing the contents of the official documents. They were not as affectionate as they looked at each other, but the affection that was overflowing when their eyes were facing each other made the surroundings sweet everywhere.

"Don't worry, when Liu Fuyun is a first-rank official in the future, I will ask him to burn the pillars and thank you for your incense." After Fu Yao finished speaking, Yu Shuya, who was bound by her, turned completely crazy.

The moment Yu Shuya turned into a ghost, Fu Yao took her away and stuffed her into the small sword. Because the little sword had a sword soul, the blood was enormous in an instant, and the entire sword body was reborn and restored its former dazzling glory.

"Not bad." Fu Yao was very satisfied, "The divine weapon must have the sword soul, the more fierce the stronger it is."

Now, the first real magic weapon has finally been found.
Chapter completed!