"Yes, but I don't usually dress up like this."

Ye Ku was too lazy to ask about his name, and he didn't care about what she thought. As long as he didn't cause trouble for himself, he just let her go the rest. He looked back at her and asked, "Then what kind of makeup do you usually dress?"

The girl looked back at the bushes, blushing and speechless.

"Then go get it."

Her stripped clothes were simple, and her Taoist robe was quite suitable for the serious and humble environment in the army. It was much better than the one that Ye Ku had developed. In this way, it was more in line with his wishes.

After changing clothes, the girl seemed to be thinking too. Since Ye Ku would not do anything to her, she was afraid of something. Even when she was pressed under the "venerable" and pressed on the bed, she didn't feel that she was really lower than these monks. She touched her chin, and there, the red marks pinched by Ye Ku had not yet faded, sour and didn't hurt.

She returned to Ye Ku's side and asked softly: "Don't you change your appearance?"

"You can disguise yourself." Ye Ku was a little surprised and joked: "You haven't even figured it out yet, so don't worry about me." He didn't have anything to be worthy of this person, and he didn't have any thorns in his words. He just said it as a joke. If you can't bear it, you can't. Please shut up.

After this little episode, the two of them returned to the military camp together. Ye Ku had transformed himself at this time. His appearance was only no different from the "Venice" of the seventh grade of the Ordinary Bone just now. The girl was not surprised to see this change. She thought that the "Venice" had also shown this skill.

Ye Ku's superficial changes can only deceive some people with poor cultivation. If they meet sharp-eyed monks, it will be of no use.

Along the way, Ye Ku also "asked" a lot about this "venerable". Whenever Ye Ku asked, she knew everything and said everything. Unfortunately, although the two of them rolled over the bed sheet, she only knew that the "venerable" was surnamed Yuan, and pretended to be the name of "Tingshan Zhenren". Although her strength was mediocre, she was rich and powerful. Not to mention the gold-inlaid Taoist robe, the big rings on her hand were hundreds of thousands of taels of snowflakes and silver.

This Tingshan real person was generous. Although he didn't tell her his full name, he bought a lot of jewelry and other things. She lifted up her sleeves and showed Ye Ku a string of crystal clear bracelets on her wrist to show it to Ye Ku. She said that this string of things is worth thousands of taels of silver. Not only is it beautiful, but it is worn all year round, but it can also nourish the skin and keep youthful forever.

Ye Ku smiled and said that if this thing can keep people young, then he would learn to bark a few times on the spot. If you carry this thousands of taels of silver on your wrist, you won’t be afraid of being crushed by the silver.

After all, she was a person who struggled in the world. After walking through this journey, the girl found that Ye Ku seemed to be easy-going and easy-going. Knowing that Ye Ku was joking, she also giggled and teased that I thought you would only smile when you were lewd.

This sentence "you" refers naturally to "immortals" who cultivated their natal true energy, like Ye Ku.

From beginning to end, she never mentioned her name to Ye Ku, nor asked Ye Ku whether the real person in Tingshan was dead or alive, whether she was polite or not, whether she was polite or not, Ye Ku didn't care.

Ye Ku stepped on a white mist that looked like a cloud but not a cloud and entered the military camp. He heard from the girl that this real person in Tingshan always showed such love.

However, the clouds of Tingshan Zhenren are a magic weapon that can carry people to each other. However, no matter whether it is the speed of the clouds or the space on the clouds, it is a good idea to take them out in front of the mortals, and it is really a waste of money.

In the military camp, a group of people patrol and horses, wearing swords and armor, and a rigorous and serious manner. Soon, a person like an officer came over and greeted Ye Ku and the other two respectfully, saying that he wanted the two to move and the commander to discuss with him.

Before Ye Ku could speak, the girl behind her had a cold face and said, "Why is there something wrong again? Didn't I just ask my real person to discuss it yesterday?" The purpose was to remind Ye Ku that she was afraid that Ye Ku would be confused and said the wrong thing, and she would reveal her feelings.

The officer was neither angry nor laughed, but was like a piece of wood, repeating the words seriously.

"Don't mess around!"

Ye Ku turned around and scolded her, turned around and said, "We'll go here."

The officer nodded and said, "Please ask the real person to be as soon as possible. Everyone has arrived, and now you are the only one left." After that, he clasped his fists to the report, and then turned and left.

"Aren't your real person called? After all, he was a person who cultivated true energy. He could be a big official in this army. Why is he so useless?" After the officer left, Ye Ku said puzzledly.

"This is on their territory. Of course they are tough, but they won't do this on weekdays. Maybe it's because of the change of people today. I remember it wasn't him yesterday." The girl hurriedly answered.

Ye Ku thought about it and felt that nothing was wrong. With the ability of Tingshan Zhenren, he was probably trapped by just dozens of well-trained officers and soldiers, and could not escape. More than a hundred officers and soldiers worked together to kill him.

Although he has the true energy of his life, if he is dominated by the army, he loses his agility and elegance and faces the front, the monk will be very passive. He will either be captured or die.

Ye Ku was led by her and entered a large tent. There were more than a dozen monks waiting in it. There were no soldiers serving him around. These soldiers only had a circle outside the tent, pointing the spears to the sky to show their solemnity.

Most of the seats set up are seated, except for the top position facing the gate, there is only one empty seat in a position that is neither forward nor backward, which is probably left for Tingshan Zhenren.

"This commander has clearly not arrived yet, but the officer said that I was the only one left. It was really like urging me."

After sitting down, Ye Ku first complained for a while before he had the intention to look at the people in the tent. He saw three or four of them alone, sitting alone on the mat, closing his eyes and concentrating his mind. Three or four people stood behind him with swords and hanging their swords, all of whom were looking at the nose and nose, and their eyes were not squinting.

There was one of the only ones in this shadow, dressed in white, and was as beautiful as snow. Although she was sitting cross-legged, she held something in her hand, as if she was covered with a layer of mist, hazy and unreal.

It was because of this thing that Ye Ku looked at him more and saw that the person next to him seemed to deliberately stay away from him, so he almost tied his table with the other person, but the others in the tent didn't say much when they saw this scene, as if they had made accusation.

More of them were followed by a few handsome boys, who were called boys, but they were just talking about the practitioners of Taoism, some were young men, and some were like the female behind Ye Ku.

This made Ye Ku amazed. He thought that the existence like this real person in Tingshan was an example, and thought to himself: "These people can enjoy the pure blessings of the world only in the realm of ordinary bones. However, Yu Zun is much more free than those who are thinking about further transformation all day long."

Just when Ye Ku came in, many people opened their eyes, some nodded to him, saying hello, while others glanced lightly and closed their eyes again, and continued to close their eyes and meditate to rest.

The young man in white clothes seemed to be indifferent to everything. Not to mention turning his head, he even owed his eyelids.

"Tingshan Zhenren, what did you think about what you said last time?"

At the right time, Ye Ku took back his gaze and was about to pick a grape from the fruit plate in front of him and put it into his mouth. The man next to him had fair skin and some rouge dyed on his face. He looked like a monk, but more like a white-faced young husband, so he came closer, and his face seemed a bit pleasing.

Ye Ku looked back at the girl, and the latter looked confused. It was obvious that she didn't know what the Taoist priest with a greasy head and pink face were saying. He turned his head and looked behind the white-faced young husband. He saw three boys standing behind him, like a fan that was spread out. The fan was painted with three pictures of ladies, because these three boys were all females.

"Real Person"

The white-faced young husband saw Ye Ku first glanced back and looked at him. He thought it was the intention of the "Tingshan Zhenren" and that things could be accomplished. The "Tingshan Zhenren" screamed more anxiously, shorter, as if he was a little joyful.

"A few days later, a few days later." Ye Ku blew it, thinking that I really don't know what you, a teenager, are talking about, but I don't think it's a big deal, it's better to forget it as you drag it.

"Real person, I am full of sincerity." The white-faced little husband suddenly became a little anxious, his voice became a little sharper, as if he felt something was wrong. He calmed down and gestured in his hand, and said, "I will use three people to exchange for you. Why don't you lose money in this business?" As he spoke, the white-faced little husband floated behind Ye Ku from the corner of his eyes.

He made it clear that even a fool Ye Ku should react. He pulled the corner of his mouth, and was speechless, and he scolded the Tingshan real person in his heart again.

Before Ye Ku could reply, a strong wind came in from outside the tent. The curtain was lifted, and a red figure broke through the sound of the wind. He walked into the tent and walked straight to the seat in the middle and sat down, took off his helmet, and placed it on the large table in front of him.

As soon as the red shadow arrived, the monks in the tent stood up one after another. The white-faced young husband also stopped the erotic look on his face, and his face was dignified and raised his body. Seeing that everyone was like this, Ye Ku quickly stood up in order not to attract attention.

But there are always exceptions in everything. In the tent, the young man in white clothes was still standing in front of him, closing his eyes and meditating, as if he had nothing to do with him.
Chapter completed!