Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Yuan Jing wore the standard black clothes of a secret guard and had a straight face.

The first words he said when they met were full of yin and yang.

"Du Zhenren is so elegant that he holds a banquet in a brothel, which really scares Yuan."

Du Manzhi was not far away, sniffing the fruity aroma in the cup, sitting lazily behind the screen. The aroma was swirling along the copper stove. It was indeed the incense specially blended by the brothel.

She specifically told her not to add aphrodisiac ingredients to the spices in this room.

Therefore, the room smelled sweet and warm, with a hint of pear aroma, which was completely different from the charming atmosphere of a brothel that people imagined.

"I still have a lot of problems. I'm a girl and I'm not afraid of people telling me. Why are you so worried? It's like no one outside recognizes your face."

Yuan Jing was stunned by her rebuke. He held his sword and sneered, telling the truth.

"I'm afraid that before I say a few words, the man from the West Factory will come with his lackeys to kill him. Yuan's martial arts skills are mediocre, so he is no match for him, and he is not willing to be his enemy because of a woman."

Du Manzhi smiled softly after hearing this, put down the wine glass, and took out a jade bottle from his sleeve.

"Let's make a long story short, Commander Yuan, look at this thing in my hand, does it look familiar?"

The jade bottle shows a translucent texture under the light. The red threads in the bottle are tangled and scattered, as if they are alive, slowly squirming around a round ball.

It was the Blood Jade Bodhi Seed that Liu Yan took out from Zhan Shuhua's body.

It is also a mysterious token that is rumored to be able to command the entire secret guard army.

The bodhi seed itself is not particularly unusual, it is just a container.

The real anti-counterfeiting mark is those blood worms, because only the blood of the same origin as the late emperor can make them active.

No matter whether the late emperor is dead or alive, the secret guard will always be loyal to her only. Even if he now obeys the emperor's orders, it is because he is the son of the late emperor and has the same blood flowing.

Du Manzhi was very curious. Did the secret guards who followed the late emperor know that there were two biological sons of the late emperor in the Dingguo Palace?

Yuan Jing's expression changed drastically when he saw the jade bottle: "Why is it in your hand?"

He said it himself, if the token falls into the hands of irrelevant people, they will fight tooth and nail to get it back.

Du Manzhi tossed the jade bottle up and down.

Yuan Jing's pupils followed the bottle up and down.

She looked interesting, closed her four fingers, hid the bottle in her palm, and said, "I kept it for someone else."

Before Yuan Jing could ask who it was, she said first, "If you want to know who that person is, please invite your ancestors out. I have something to talk to them about."

Yuan Jing looked like he had seen a ghost.

The secret guard regiment is passed down from generation to generation. The leader of this generation is Yuan Jing, which does not mean that the previous leader is no longer alive.

However, even the people in the secret guard regiment rarely knew about the life and death of the previous commanders, but she could insist on it, as if she was very familiar with the secret guards.

As time passed by, a drop of sweat rolled down Yuan Jing's forehead.

It stands to reason that he should immediately take action to retrieve the token.

But he assessed the strength of the enemy and ourselves, and thought sadly that he might not be able to defeat such a strange person related to ghosts and gods.

Yuan Jing closed his eyes and rushed forward as if he were dead: "Look at the sword!"

Du Manzhi glanced at him.

The next second, the black shadow hit an invisible spiritual wall, and even the man and his sword were bounced back.

It was Du Manzhi's kindness that wrapped his sword edge with spiritual power, so the tragedy of the white blade turning into a red blade didn't happen.

Yuan Jing suppressed his blush and said, "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!"

Before he finished speaking, a cold hand grabbed the back of his neck.

"Are you sure you're not humiliating yourself?" A hoarse voice sounded above his head.

Yuan Jing was extremely shocked. With his extraordinary hearing, he didn't even hear anyone approaching from behind. When he raised his head, he met the bottomless, cold black eyes of nine thousand years old.

Oops, it’s really coming!

Yuan Jing shivered with the thought of killing, and goosebumps suddenly appeared on his neck.

Wei Chenfeng let go of his hand in disgust, wiped his fingertips with a handkerchief, and flew to sit next to Du Manzhi. He lowered his head and said nothing, and his whole body was enveloped in a very unpleasant low pressure.

As a person who faced the evil spirit directly, Yuan Jing had a layer of sweat running down his face on the ground. His hands and feet were weak, and he had no strength to hold the sword.

Du Manzhi poured a glass of fruit wine and handed it to the other side of the coffee table. He put down the jade bottle and explained:

"I asked him to invite the ancestors out, but he was unwilling and wanted to steal things, so I discouraged him."

Yuan Jing lay on the ground and gritted his teeth under the pressure of the momentum. He felt that the two people sitting on the table were like black and white evil spirits.

The old thief, the thief, they are not good things anyway!

"Obviously...it was you...who stole the royal token!"

Yuan Jing managed to squeeze out a sentence through his teeth.

Du Manzhi hummed: "Stealing? If the late emperor were alive and knew that you put the rebels on the throne, she would be angry to death on the spot."

Yuan Jing repeated in confusion: "Rebel?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I won't be deceived by you!"

His eyes were clear, the kind of clear stupidity that Du Manzhi both admired and hated.

Wei Chenfeng had already begun to regret letting him go. Even if he was allowed to speak, what he said would not be useful, what a stubborn person.

Du Manzhi pushed the wine glass: "Try this, it's delicious!"

Under the lamp, her full lips were covered with a layer of bright warm yellow, and the corners of her mouth were dyed a light red. The fresh fruity fragrance accompanied by the specially blended room fragrance made Wei Chenfeng's heart flutter, and he made a sound when he picked it up. And down.

Du Manzhi laughed at Zhu Bajie because he couldn't taste the ginseng fruit after eating it.

Wei Chenfeng was confused: "Who is Zhu Bajie?"

They interacted like no one else was around, making Yuan Jing grind his molars in anger.

"He is a reckless man who wastes good things." Du Manzhi smiled and waved his hand to let Yuan Jing go free.

"I've shown you the things. Go back and bring a message to your family, saying that there was something fishy about the late emperor's death. If you want to know more details, wait for me at the former residence of Empress Yuan tomorrow night when the moon rises."

Yuan Jing's eyes were glued to the jade bottle, but Du Zhenren alone left him unable to fight back, and there was another nine thousand years old with superb martial arts...

He had no choice but to go back and deliver the message.

Du Manzhi's eyes were bright, and he strongly recommended: "The minced rice wine here is very delicious! I heard that no restaurant in the city can make it. It is specially made by the oiran here."

"I heard? Who told you?"

Wei Chenfeng didn't look good and wanted to find out who brought her into the brothel.

Du Manzhi confessed Yun Xiao with a smile.

That kid learned a lesson, and in order to prevent Danzhu from being obsessed with the cosmetics made by the Gu Master, he decided to make it himself.

To this end, he traveled around Kyoto’s flower streets and willow alleys, begging girls to teach him how to make moisturizing and beautiful lipstick.

In this way, he left the impression of an infatuated and good man in the hearts of all the brothel girls.

It's a pity that Danzhu didn't want to accept this blessing. When she saw Yun Xiao coming in and out of the brothel, she turned away and went to the mask workshop. She has been in seclusion and still doesn't want to see him.

Du Manzhi talked about this not only to discuss interesting things, but also to inquire about when Danzhu would be released from seclusion.

Wei Chenfeng took the Baiguo Nong she poured by hand, took a sip and found it was too bland, so he drank it all and said, "If you like it, I'll ask her to make more and send it to you."

Du Manzhi blinked: "Oiran lady too..."

He made a shushing gesture.

Du Manzhi understood instantly.

The Xichang spies are indeed top spies in various industries.

"There has been new progress in tracing the whereabouts of people from other worlds recently, and we need a new batch of human skin masks. Danzhu is busy with other things now, and they will be ready next month."

"What's the progress?" Du Manzhi has always been concerned about the whereabouts of his fellow villagers.

However, Wei Chenfeng was unwilling to publicize what he had not believed, so he told her to go back to her residence early and left in a hurry.

The oiran lady came to refill a bottle of wine later, looking at her with curiosity and a hint of awe.

As soon as the oiran went out, Du Manzhi put away the wine flask, left the silver and left.

It took me standing on the street to realize why she was so used to climbing through windows?

Hiss, the person who is close to the ink is black.