Song Zhi closed his eyes and slowly raised his palms. The temperature in the front yard suddenly became cold, and from under the rattan chair, the floor tiles were covered with a layer of frost.

Then Song Zhi's index finger jumped, and a ray of fire leaped out from his fingertips. The golden and red fireworks slid on the ice surface, and heavy ice fog floated in the air. After a while, Song Zhi's figure blurred.

In the mist, Song Zhi's forehead was sweating slightly, and the two fu, the same force as water and fire, to different bends, Song Zhi was constantly exploring the coexistence of the two fu.

Even though he is a single god fu, he is not Zhu Wushi after all. Wei Tingyun has been familiar with him for more than twenty years. What Song Zhi likes is the intersection of these two fu.

After a while, Song Zhi's palm spread flat, and an ice-edge ball floated on the palm, but there was a fire burning inside the ice heart, which looked magnificent and weird.

"" Song Zhi looked at it and fell into deep thought.

Zhu Mansion, in the study room.

Zhu Wushi stood in front of the bookcase made of bamboo and rattan with his hands behind his back, his eyes slowly swept over, and finally pulled out a black ancient book and sat in front of the wooden table.

With the dim candlelight, you can vaguely see several small seal characters in ancient books: Mixin, the Eastern God Clan.

Zhu Che, the father of Zhu Wushi, had many secret books of Dayuan that he collected in his mansion. With Zhu Che's death, some of the secret books were taken back by the Demon Hunting Department, but some were also kept.

For example, this book, Mixin of the East God Clan, was written by a certain dynasty. It contains some descriptions of the East God Clan, which is difficult for ordinary people to contact.

As soon as Zhu Wushi turned the first side, he suddenly stopped the movement in his hand and his brows slowly frowned. Then he gently stroked the paper with his fingers and raised his head thoughtfully.

"Who has moved"

Shaking his head, Zhu Wushi continued to look down. The front page of the book introduces the origin of the Eastern Gods clan, which is the first so-called "Gods clan" two thousand years ago. At that time, the entire nation was prosperous and had the royal bloodline of the Eastern God Kingdom.

Zhu Wushi looked at it at a glance and was not interested in these rumors that had long been ruined.

However, compared to Xingsheng, the decline of the Eastern Gods Clan came faster and faster, and a curse began to spread within their clan. Although the Eastern Gods Clan were born powerful, the higher their realm, their thinking became more and more chaotic and disorderly, until they reached the point of being cruel and bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty relatives refused to recognize them.

Zhu Wushi sat upright when he saw this. If we follow the book, then the Eastern Gods might be the first to be called a human puppet.

"No wonder the old Taoist priest in the Taoist temple that night would say that Jiang and him were the same kind of people," Zhu Wushi murmured, learning some truth.

Looking further, the East Gods' resistance and response to this curse have brought about earth-shaking changes in their customs, and these changes are unknown to outsiders.

They became more and more closed, and their tribe no longer traveled far away, but stayed in Fengyue Canyon. While guarding the east wilderness of the Dayuan, only the "hunting" and the best of the younger generation would show up in public.

However, this book rarely mentions the secrets of the Eastern God Clan. Perhaps this book itself was written by someone from the Eastern God Clan. Zhu Wushi's speed gradually slowed down. He looked at each side for a long time, and his eyes gradually calmed down.

After a long time, Zhu Wushi closed the book and leaned against the bench, crossed his fingers under his lips, and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

""

Zhu Wushi sighed lightly, as if he didn't say anything, but seemed to say everything.

After a while, Zhu Wushi raised his knees, walked out of the study and looked up. The crescent moon and clouds were floating on the eaves, which made people fascinated and a hint of loneliness arose.

After a while, Zhu Wushi did not cross the hall and returned to his wing room, but walked to the backyard.

forecourt.

Song Zhi tied his hair all over his head behind his head. At this moment, he held the Chengying Sword in his left hand, raised it horizontally to his chest, and stretched out his fingers and slowly brushed across the hilt of the sword. Song Zhi's eyes were closed, and his curled eyelashes were sweating, like grass that was stained with morning dew.

In the summer night, a white mist came out from Song Zhi's mouth. Accompanied by the inaudible sound of swords, the Chengying Sword suddenly pierced out, and the sword energy intertwined with red and blue paths appeared in an instant, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“Huhu”

Song Zhi opened his eyes and kept stopping in the middle of the night, just to allow the two sword energy of the fiery and cold to coexist in one sword. Fortunately, his Qingxia sword technique was innocent, and the sword energy was refining quickly. It was difficult for others to deal with this in a hurry.

In this way, including his "Sword Fu Qi", wherever his Chengying Sword is headed, the sword style will be varied and it is hard to be guarded.

In addition, Song Zhi also has a killer weapon.

Putting Chengying Sword in the scabbard, Song Zhi wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and opened the collar of his chest to look. With the moment of condensed sword energy, the beautiful painting on his chest became more and more vivid. The water-blue streamers and red and gold skirts actually swayed a little, and the red and blue strings on the pipa were even more green and gorgeous.

That's right, this beauty scroll is a killer weapon in itself.

Song Zhi was about to close his clothes when he suddenly noticed something. Looking up, he saw a tall figure standing in the shadows at the screen in the front and back yards.

"I!"

Song Zhi immediately closed his clothes, crossed his hands to his chest, and looked at him with his eyebrows frowned.

Da, da, da,

Zhu Wushi walked out of the shadow and stepped on the edge of the pebbled pond. Seeing Song Zhi with a slightly alert look at this time, he said with a smile: "Why do you think of me like this?"

Song Zhi quietly straightened his clothes with his hands and asked, "Has the Marquis gone to rest? Why did he come here in the middle of the night?"

Zhu Wushi looked down and saw that Song Zhi was soaked in sweat at this time. He must have experienced some practice and would be very tired when a cultivator realizes the truth. He naturally knew very well.

But Zhu Wushi looked around and didn't know where the faint chill in the courtyard came from.

"Is this what you look like? I'm afraid that this marquis will see?"

Song Zhi smiled awkwardly, but he said in his heart: Nonsense! I must be afraid that you will see it, otherwise?

Zhu Wushi casually pulled a rattan chair and sat down, signaling Song Zhi to sit down as well. He looked up and saw Song Zhi still staring at him, frowned:

"Sit down, you don't have anything good to look at."

After saying this, Zhu Wushi seemed to remember something, and still remember what he had confirmed that night's never sleeping city.

Song Zhi also sorted out his clothes and sat down beside Zhu Wushi. Unlike the Bixiao Moon-Swallowing Fox King in his body, the demon fox was done by the supervisor and Emperor Wencheng, and the beauty scroll on his chest seemed not known. Song Zhi didn't want to be known to anyone. At least it was not that he was now, before he was strong enough.

"Mr. Marquis, you are not thinking about tomorrow's battle. You have insomnia now?" Song Zhi possessed himself and rubbed his hands with the water of the pool, quipped with his head.

Zhu Wushi raised his eyebrows when he heard this and smiled unanimously. He leaned on the recliner and closed his eyes, and slowly spoke:

"You have practiced well from my Zhu family's 'Yanzhuo'."
Chapter completed!