Zhongli knew what she meant. Strictly speaking, the body she was using now belonged to Fu Jiu. Now Fu Yao leaned over Fu Jiu, but Fu Jiu's soul was still inside, and she belonged to an outsider.

After a little slowing down, Fu Yao looked around and said, "This world of yellow and beautiful women is really real." It is almost no different from reality. Now Fu Jiu's body was put into the painting by Zhuzhi as bait. She leaned over Fu Jiu and felt even more real.

"If it is not true, you won't design Zhuzhi." Fu Yao deliberately let Zhuzhi hear it, so that he can discover their relationship. Otherwise, Fu Jiu wouldn't have come as bait to lead him into a dream today.

Fu Jiu entered Huangliangmeng. In this illusory world, Fu Yao could completely occupy Fu Jiu's body to do certain things.

"I admit that I did it on purpose. But you should be the one who initiates it. What did you do to make him deal with you at all costs." After speaking, Fu Yao was already in a curious tone.

Strictly speaking, Huangliang Yimeng is a killing move that "kills one thousand enemies and damages oneself". Without any other way, Zhuzhi would not do this.

“There are many people who want me to die.”

"so?"

"They just look for it. Only if they can kill me is worthy of letting me know the reasons." If they can't kill me, they will die with those reasons.

Fu Yao understood, "I'm not trying to know why Zhu Zhi is so resentful to you."

Zhongli glanced at her sideways, "I just look so idle?"

"Then what are you doing?"

“…Save Fu Jiu.”

"Oh...a good reason."

The passenger ship arrived when the two of them said this. At the dock, they followed other merchants on board and went to Chang'an from Lishui for some days. Fu Yao and Zhongli wanted to have a room each, but there was only one room left inside. The two of them were doing what they were doing and lived in the same room together.

On the first day, the weather was calm, and Fu Yao and Zhongli were not uncomfortable. The lonely man and widowed woman may blush and beating in the same room, but they are both old ghosts for many years, so they still care about these things. On the contrary, for Fu Yao, someone can talk to relieve boredom together.

The next day, just after midnight, Fu Yao suddenly felt something was wrong.

She opened her eyes and saw the surrounding wilderness, and she was still jogging on the carriage. Zhongli was still opposite her, pressing her hand on her hand, and now he opened his eyes.

"What's going on?" They weren't on the boat just now?

Zhongli lifted the curtain and saw that the leaves and horses were still rushing to the road outside. The scenery was a bit familiar, and it was exactly where they passed by during the day yesterday.

Fu Yao also noticed it.

She and Zhongli looked at each other, continued to endure the bumps, and rushed towards the dock.

After arriving at the dock, the passenger ship arrived soon. The merchants who boarded the boat around were exactly the same as they saw yesterday. When I looked at the room, I still had only one room left.

After returning to the room, Fu Yao took the lead and said, "Does Zhuzhi's dream of yellow beams want to trap us in this day?"

If time keeps repeating this day, it is indeed difficult for ordinary people to get out.

"It should be more than that after spending such a lot of effort." Zhongli said.

"Then let's go out and have a walk."

They came to the deck, and there were many people standing by the railing outside. When they saw them, most of their eyes fell on Zhongli.

Zhongli, who was used to various gazes, didn't care about these gazes. The two of them circled around for a while, and finally set their eyes on a woman Huang Shan in the crowd ahead.

"Is that... the person in the painting?" Fu Yao remembered that in the picture of "Geese Return to the Mountain", a woman with yellow fir was painted on the boat below.

And at this moment, the Huang Shan woman looked over as if she noticed Fu Yao's gaze.

This turn was shocking.

Fu Yao thought she had seen the emperor's harem, but the woman in front of her had a bright and generous appearance, with an indescribable layer of tenderness between her eyebrows. Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and as her eyes flowed, it gave people a feeling that she was not as weak as on the surface.

It's like collecting the beauty created by most men's fantasies.

"She seems to be watching you." Fu Yao pulled Zhongli's sleeve, "Why, do you want to compete with you for beauty?"

Zhongli: "..."

"Don't worry, you are the best in my heart. After all, I don't like women."

This sentence naturally became another meaning to Zhongli. He looked at Fu Yao and said, "You are more reserved."

Fu Yao: "?"

Ignoring what Zhongli said, Fu Yao decided to go and talk to her with the shell of an eleven-year-old girl, "I'll go and have a look."

Perhaps because of her tender face, the woman Huang Shan had no resistance to her conversation.

"What do you call sister?" Fu Yao said tenderly.

"My surname is Huang." The woman Huang Shan is more dignified and polite than her noble daughter in a noble family.

After hearing her surname is Huang, Fu Yao almost knows who she is.

The yellow pen is the weapon of Huang Liangxian, and Huang Liangxian is a god born from the faith of scholars. I think the fairy imagined by scholars should not be a man, so now this person is the Huang Liangxian.

Huang Liangxian is a woman, and the old friend Zhuzhi said to Fu Jiu should also be Huang Liangxian.

Huang Liangxian died in the hands of his beloved, and Zhu Zhi had a grudge against Zhongli again. Wouldn't Huang Liangxian's beloved be...

Fu Yao blinked, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

Huang Liangxian covered her mouth and smiled, but her eyes glanced at Zhongli, "Are you alone on the boat?"

"No, I came with my brother." Fu Yao knew what he wanted to know and then made an excuse to go back to Zhongli, "My brother may be looking for me, so I'll go there first."

Huang Liangxian responded with a smile.

After returning to the room with Zhongli, Fu Yao looked at Zhongli for a long time, "That's such a beautiful beauty who is as beautiful as a flower, others want to hide the beauty in the golden house. You even kill me if you say killing me. No wonder Zhuzhi wants to fight you forever. But then again, why do you want to kill her? She is a god, so it's hard to start."

Although gods are not immortal bodies, they do not die in heaven, and they will always be affected by various troubles.

After knowing that the woman was Huangliangxian, Zhongli remembered some past events. For example, he seemed to have taken this ship back then. However, in his memory, he had never met Huangliangxian.

"You may know the reason for killing her soon." If this dream was set for Huangliangxian, then with the beginning, there will naturally be a journey and an ending.

This day, after midnight, they did not return to yesterday.

On the second day on the boat, the passenger ship had passed the prosperous land and the two sides were very deserted. While Fu Yao and Zhongli were sitting on the deck watching the wind, a guest next to him came to ask if Zhongli could practice the sound.

The guqin is one of the four arts of gentlemen, so it is normal for them to come to Zhongli.

Zhongli did not refuse, but when he was adjusting the guqin, a team of leather rafts suddenly stopped the passenger ship in front of the passenger ship. The people on the leather rafts were all fierce and were holding knives in their hands.

After getting closer to the guest appearance, they threw their flying claws onto the ship and climbed up quickly.

The passengers on the passenger ship fled into the cabin, and only Zhongli continued to practice the sound. When the bandits were holding a knife to slash at him, his fingers tweaked the strings of the piano. The sound of the piano suddenly started, and the sound waves cut all the bandits on the boat in half.

The sudden bloody scene made the passengers on the boat scream, and even the man who was delivering the piano did not dare to approach Zhongli.

"The tone is ready." Zhongli looked as usual, and put the guqin next to him, and after the matter was done, he brushed his clothes and returned to the room.

Fu Yao did not follow immediately because she saw Huang Liangxian's beautiful eyes falling on Zhongli at this time, with dazzling colors in her eyes.

When Huang Liangxian disappeared behind the window, Fu Yao told Zhongli what she saw, "The purpose of this Huang Liang dream is to help you."

"No, these are all things that have happened before." For him, these are very ordinary days in the past, so ordinary that they would not remember them specifically. If it weren't for this Huangliang Dream, he wouldn't know that he had any interaction with Huangliangxian.

"Has happened? Before or after death?" Fu Yao asked.

"It was probably more than four hundred years after my death."

"You should have been a ghost cultivator at that time, why didn't you know there was a god around you?"

"First, the gods will hide their identity; second, at that time, I was a ghost for too long and wanted to be a human being." So I had five senses, and I didn't listen or ask. Like ordinary people, I had to go far away and had to work hard to do something well. I was running around.

Fu Yao understood, "Then it means that the past reappears."

The second day on the boat went smoothly, after midnight, they did not go back to yesterday.

Starting from the third day, the passengers on the boat were a little afraid of Zhongli. Almost no one dared to approach him, and only dared to watch from a distance. Zhongli went out once and stayed in the room for the rest of the time. Fu Yao saw Huang Liangxian wandering outside their door twice, but in the end he didn't knock on the door.

The third day was still going smoothly. After entering the fourth day, Fu Yao knew the trick to continue the next day, that is, just pay attention to Huangliangxian.

However, on the fourth day, Zhongli got off the ship.

"Now get off the boat?" Fu Yao was still thinking about going straight to Chang'an.

Zhongli looked at her and said, "Why go back?"

"Farewell," Fu Yao waved his hand, "If you go back, maybe you will start again on the fourth day. Do you still remember what you were rushing on next?"

Zhongli's eyes fell into the horse railing on the side of the pier.

"Riding a horse?" Fu Yao agreed with both hands, "I just don't want to ride a carriage."

However, Zhongli bought a carriage.

"Why not ride a horse?" Fu Yao tried hard, "It's great to ride a horse, it's absolutely fast."

"You can't ride it."

Fu Yao looked at his little body and said, "Then you can take me, right?"

After a moment of silence, Zhongli frowned and said, "You are more reserved."

Fu Yao: "?"

This time Fu Yao understood what he meant and yelled back, "Reserved and reserved. Why didn't you know how to be reserved before? Didn't you know that being alone and a lonely man and a widowed woman together ruin my reputation?"
Chapter completed!