The young monk has returned to secular life

Qingmei saw the charm of Ruyi Golden Cudgel and no longer complained that Yi Zhen was stingy.

Seeing that Li Xiyuan wanted to take it but couldn't, she volunteered to help her.

She first stroked the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, feeling its silky smoothness, and then lifted it up with both hands.

"Uh...huh..."

I just didn't mention it.

"Why is it so heavy?" She looked at Yizhen in disbelief and asked in surprise: "Uncle, did you do something wrong?"

Although she doesn't know magic, she does know magic.

His current strength is comparable to that of Tianshou Realm masters.

For her, let alone a stick, she could resist a tree as thick as a "small waist".

Fortunately, now, she was working hard to suck the milk, but the Ruyi Golden Cudgel still didn't move at all.

But Yizhen, who is in the third level of strength, can lift it with one hand without even thinking about it. There must be a ghost in it.

Yi Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "You stinky girl, can you think of me a little better?

Ruyi is not an ordinary thing, and it cannot be taken by anyone who wants to. "

He thought the Ruyi Golden Cudgel was too convoluted, so he shortened it to "Ruyi".

Qingmei naturally understood, and she retorted: "Then why can you move it?"

Yi Zhen explained: "I have a spell to control it."

"What spell?" Qingmei asked.

"This...can't tell you." Yi Zhen replied.

Qingmei curled her lips and did not continue to ask.

In order to satisfy their curiosity, Yi Zhen changed "Ruyi" into the shape of a garlic hammer.

Only then did they start playing with satisfaction.

Qingmei also deliberately covered it under the quilt and looked at it, and it was indeed able to emit a crystal light.

Then, the three women got into the quilt at the same time and began to study...

That night.

Mu Yunqing yawned and wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible to cultivate immortality, but was stopped by Yizhen.

"If you want to see a good show, don't go to bed so early."

Mu Yunqing yawned again and muttered: "If Ruyi is here, he will definitely not be able to escape, so I won't watch this excitement.

I'm so sleepy today, I'm going to practice immortality. "

After saying that, she tilted her head and entered the heavenly realm.

"Hey...hey...wait a minute." Yi Zhen actually wanted to continue discussing the "Golden Cudgel" issue with her, but Mu Yunqing didn't take the bait at all.

Mu Yunqing went to cultivate immortality, but Yizhen didn't dare to close his eyes casually.

If Zhiyun really came and both of them fell asleep, they would really be speechless and choked.

He originally wanted to use the Qianyuan Umbrella to protect himself, but after being covered by the Qianyuan Umbrella, he could no longer control "Ruyi".

In desperation, he could only stare at the door of the bedroom in boredom, hoping that Zhiyun would arrive soon.

This wait lasted two hours.

From Haishi to Zishi.

It's almost midnight, and Zhiyun hasn't appeared yet.

He couldn't help but yawn.

He couldn't help but doubt his own judgment: Could it be that this guy really ran back to Zhongzhou?

He cursed secretly: The old bald donkey is so courageous that he waited half the night in vain.

Then, he held "Ruyi" in his hand, turned around and blew out the candle on the bedside.

I don't know how long it took.

Drowsily, he felt someone pat his head.

"Ok?"

Under the weak fluorescence of "Ruyi", he saw a bald head smiling at him.

He was still playing with his "ruyi" in his hand.

"I fuck..."

He patted his chest in fright and asked in a shocked voice, "When did you come?"

Zhiyun smiled slightly and said softly: "I have been here for a while.

Seeing you holding this little thing even when sleeping, I was very curious and studied it. "

"Have you researched anything?" Yizhen asked.

Zhiyun shook his head and said softly: "This thing is quite heavy to hold and looks like a treasure, but it is not practical."

It seems that he didn't hit anything with Ruyi, otherwise he would definitely be curious about the metal rod.

Yi Zhen laughed secretly in his heart and said mockingly: "That's because you don't know how to use it."

"Oh?" Zhiyun asked with a sneer, "Then show me how to use it."

As he spoke, he handed Ruyi over to Yizhen.

Yi Zhen was secretly happy and reached out to take it, but he retracted his hand.

"Tell me where your master is, and I will return this thing to you." Zhiyun said seductively.

Yizhen secretly scolded the old bald donkey for being so mentally retarded that he actually thought of himself as a three-year-old child.

He sneered: "What if I don't say it?"

"Don't tell me?" Zhiyun smiled coldly and raised Ruyi Ping's chest, "I'll break it."

Yi Zhenxin said, if you can break it, I will take your surname.

But he didn't want the old monk to notice anything unusual, so he could only pretend to be nervous and said: "No, please don't..."

If you return the things to me, I will tell you where my master is. "

Zhiyun laughed and said in a deep voice: "Little thief, when death is imminent, you still want to play tricks on me.

I think you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin. "

After saying that, his palm suddenly opened, and Ruyi immediately dropped it.

However, the scene he imagined did not appear.

Yizhen did not cry bitterly, and Ruyi did not fall to the ground in response.

When it fell parallel to the bed, it suddenly turned a corner and ran into Yizhen's hands.

"what?"

Zhiyun was stunned on the spot.

Yizhen held Ruyi in his hand and said with a smile: "I told you just now, you can't use it.

Now, let me teach you how to use it. "

After that, he pointed Ruyi's end at Zhiyun's chest, and said the word "big" in his suspicious eyes.

boom!

This scene was exactly the same as when Zhuang Wunian was hit.

Zhiyun didn't react at all and was blown away.

puff!

Blood spurted from his mouth.

Yizhen didn't give him time to react and quickly threw Ruyi in the direction where Zhiyun flew upside down.

boom!

This time it wasn't a collision, it was Ruyi who swung condescendingly and hit him in the chest.

"Ouch...poof..."

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

This time it was even more severe than the previous impact.

Zhiyun only felt that his ribs were broken, and he lay on the ground and kept wailing.

Yizhen walked out of bed triumphantly, took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured out a small yellow pill from it.

"Be good, take this medicine and you'll be fine."

Zhiyun is not a fool, he will not be so obedient.

He struggled to get up, but found that no matter how he moved, the "big long stick" above his head would move with him.

"This... what on earth... is...?"

Yizhen said with a smile: "Be good, eat it and I will tell you."

Zhiyun refused: "I...ahem...don't...don't...eat!"

Yi Zhen asked, seemingly confused: "Didn't your master tell you that you should take medicine when you are sick?"

"I...ahem...I'm...not...sick." Zhiyun waved his hands and kept backing away.

But no matter where he retreats, Ruyi will always be with him.

Zhiyun was so hurt that he didn't dare to act rashly.

He didn't know why it hurt so much when the stick hit him.

Even if he was beaten with the dragon subduing stick in the morning, it was only a physical pain.

This stick actually caused internal injuries to himself.

this is too scary!

Yizhen had already walked in front of him, and his tone of voice was even more irritating: "Why are you so stubborn?

You vomited blood and still said you were not sick. Isn't this lying with your eyes open?

I advise you to take the medicine obediently, otherwise if you take another stick from me, the medicine may not be effective. "

At this moment, Zhiyun wanted to die.