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

Cao Xiaomei is more mature than her. She is in her early twenties. Her gray-haired face cannot hide her bright and shrewd starry eyes, which contain gratitude and respect for Liu Yan.

Liu Yan made a shushing gesture and looked back at the tent not far away: "My friend is resting, don't disturb her."

In fact, the tent was empty.

Du Manzhi has already activated the channel and went to complain to the Nvqing Empress.

The so-called protector was just that she was worried about being attacked by ghosts the moment she entered and exited, so she asked Liu Yan to find her a place with sufficient masculinity and righteousness.

The best choice Liu Yan thought of was here.

In the camp where the elite Jin Yiwei gathered, all the young men that could be seen were young and strong. Do you have enough yang energy?

Cao Xiaomei stood up generously.

"There is no need to compete. I am from a humble background, and from looks to talents, I am not as good as Miss. If there is something that Mr. Liu likes, maybe it is my tenacity and ruthlessness."

"Tenacity, ruthlessness?"

"Yes, my parents are both dead, and I only care about my sister. Now that my sister has a good place to go, I can work hard and earn a decent dowry for her."

Having said this, Cao Xiaomei jumped on the wooden box and looked at the figures on the training ground in the distance:

"I heard that Jin Yiwei needs to train every day, at least until he is proficient in swordsmanship, agility, and proficient in arresting and capturing. My lady is of high status, so my family may not want to...let her practice with so many men, right?"

Miss Liu was speechless, this is true.

My mother often said that she was careless and did not pay attention to the protection of men and women, and she would suffer sooner or later.

Fortunately, her brothers and sisters always used the excuse of her young age to excuse her mother. When she gets older, I'm afraid...

Cao Xiaomei had walked around the camp, as if she were a familiar guest, and pointed in another direction: "The master over there is in the Holy See. Do you know how to be considered a master?"

"Put a piece of rice paper on top of the bricks and hit it until the bricks are broken but the rice paper is intact, so that you can go to the palace and serve the nobles."

Miss Liu blurted out: "The rice paper is so thin, how can this be done?"

Liu Yan continued: "Then do you know how to satisfy a noble person when he is hit with a royal stick? The skin looks fine, but if you tear open the skin and look down, it will be a ball of mud."

Her expression was indifferent, as if she was not talking about a person, but a dead object that could not move.

"There is an order from above to confiscate the house. We have to lock up the people in the house and take away the serious offenders. The female family members will be sent away at the least, or made into prostitutes and slaves at the worst. Anyone who resists will be killed on the spot. When they leave, the ground is often covered with blood.

"When encountering corrupt officials, they would be skinned and gutted, stuffed with straw, made into straw figures and placed next to the yamen. There would also be tin snakes swimming around, and boiled tin water would be poured into the prisoners' mouths until they were full. Until it overflows..."

Jin Yiwei's hands are the hands that hold torture instruments. How many of them are clean?

Cao Xiaomei is willing to accept these prices, just for a chance to prosper and protect her sister, but the little girl of the Liu family does not have her determination, that is, she is not ruthless enough.

Thinking of the appearance of a human being, Ms. Liu, who had always been bold, suddenly felt chest tightness and weak legs. She started retching while holding on to the flagpole.

Liu Yan stopped narrating and told her calmly:

"Jinyiwei looks glamorous, but in fact, all of them are tools. There is no good or evil in tools, only good or bad use. This is not suitable for you, go back."

Cao Xiaomei also said: "Miss, go home. Look, the house is here to pick you up."

Outside the fence, two young men looked in anxiously.

That was Miss Liu's brother who came for her.

After she finished vomiting, she asked with red eyes: "Then if I still want to help people in the future, if I meet someone with a stronger family background than mine, will I have to bow my head and be blind?"

She had seen her relative's brother being chosen by the Imperial Guard, and the whole family was so happy that they showed off everywhere.

If she can succeed like Deputy Commander Liu, her parents and siblings will be proud of her, and she will no longer be criticized by passers-by if she helps others.

However, the words of Liu Yan and Cao Xiaomei broke her beautiful dream.

Liu Yan was silent for a while and said, "This is all we can do for the time being."

Miss Liu's eyes were very disappointed when she left.

After she left, Cao Xiaomei suddenly smiled.

"why are you laughing?"

"Master Liu, I'm happy. What you just said is temporary!"

"how?"

Cao Xiaomei's dirty face broke out into a smile:

"It's not good for now, but it will get better in the future!"

Liu Yan was dumbfounded, not realizing that this child was quite optimistic.

Cao Xiaomei continued: "I lived in a haze before. I knew that kind of life was wrong. I should wake up and beat up those who bullied me, but I just couldn't wake up until one day..."

One day, her incomplete soul wandered into a dark world.

It floated for a long time.

I saw a blue palace that was too beautiful to describe in words.

A majestic voice inside said to her:

"Return home quickly, the person who can save you will be here soon."

She asked: "Who can save me?"

"..."

Cao Xiaomei smiled brightly.

"I don't remember what the goddess said, but when I saw Du Zhenren who helped us solve the evil spell, I felt that she was a living goddess in the world!

"I want to do something for you. The more I do, the less unlucky people like me will be!"

Liu Yan suddenly felt something was wrong, "Then, who do you want to follow?"

She took away Xiaomei Cao because she wanted to be her apprentice.

Why is this apprentice still a little carefree?

A joking voice came from behind: "What a coincidence, I need a helper here to draw the talisman. Can I borrow your little girl to help?"

Liu Yan pretended to be angry: "Ask her yourself!"

Du Manzhi stretched out her hand with a smile: "Miss Cao, will you come with me?"

Cao Xiaomei looked at this and that, and sighed sadly.

Why choose one of the two?

The two bad guys were waiting for her while suppressing their laughter.

Unexpectedly, she started planning seriously:

After breakfast, I followed the training at Jinyiwei. At sunset, I went to find Du Manzhi, finish the work there, get some sleep, and paint for a while when I got up in the morning.

Unable to bear to bully an honest person, Du Manzhi said: "You should take good care of yourself first. Running back and forth between the camp and the palace will be tiring in the future."

Liu Yan noticed that she was holding a long package.

But before she entered the tent, her hands were empty.

Du Manzhi patted the cloth bag and said calmly: "I'm going to file a complaint. The boss has gone into seclusion. Someone handed me a sword in advance."

Liu Yan pressed his eyebrows and tried to figure out the meaning as a habit: "Do you want Fang's sword?"

Du Manzhi was delighted: "Is this such a good thing? Then I can wake up from my dreams laughing."

What is Shang Fang's sword?

If I were to come in person, I would kill first and then play!

She already has the ghost law projection on her hand, which is enough to prove that the female youth appreciates her, but how can there be too much of a good thing?

Du Manzhi was filled with joy and returned to the palace with his sword in his arms.

The first thing is to find Jiu QianSui to try the sword.

The reason is simple, because there is a small piece of strange stone inlaid on the hilt of the sword.

It is hard and translucent, providing an energy boost to the various formations on the sword, and its breath is in the same vein as Feng.

It also seemed familiar to her.

She clearly remembered that when she opened her eyes to look at Jiu QianYuan for the first time, the form of the body hidden deep in Jiu QianYuan's soul was exactly the same as this small piece on the sword.

If this is the gravel cut from his body, maybe he will know how to maximize the effect of this sword as soon as he is stimulated!

So she was eager to find Jiu Qiansui to verify.

The Xichang spy in the palace said that he was not here.

Du Manzhi followed the clues and went to Chengen Palace.

The servant at the door also said that he had left long ago, and left in a hurry after reading a letter, with a very bad look on his face.

"By the way! There's also a piece of cloth in that letter!"

"cloth?"

Du Manzhi suddenly remembered something and took out the skirt she was wearing before: "Is that like this?"

"That's right, it's this kind of cloth and the shape is the same!"

"Uh...do you know where he went?"

The guard pointed in a direction.

Du Manzhi thought to herself that Qingzhusheng cut off the hem of her clothes to stimulate Nine Thousand Years Old to challenge.

It's a bit strange. She is just a partner in his efforts to overthrow the throne, and she has spiritual protection, so she is not an ordinary person without the power to restrain a chicken.

He could just ignore it.

Just like now, she has no intention of catching up.

Because the book sets the villain's strength as a ceiling, and only hastily sets up an unknown hermit to defeat him at the end.

Qing Zhusheng was no match for him.

Judging by the time, the winner should have been decided by now.

Du Manzhi stood there for a while and went back the same way.

But she didn't know that the person she was looking for was hiding in the darkness near Cheng'en Palace.

Realizing that she showed no sign of worry from beginning to end, Jiu Qianqian's eyes dimmed and he muttered: "...Heartless."

"Haha!"

Du Manzhi took out the handkerchief inexplicably.

It's strange, she didn't catch a cold either.

Who is talking bad about her?

……

Du Manzhi waited until dark and heard that Jiu Qiansui had returned to the palace. She put an invisibility charm on it and excitedly went over with her sword in hand, but it was empty.

It was like he was playing tricks on her, whenever she got the news and rushed to the scene, she couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

It's just weird.

After three consecutive misses, Du Manzhi began to think about a question.

Will the eunuch have an uncle every month?

In modern times, she had a good female friend who disappeared on time every time her menstruation came. The reason was that she was not in good condition and would not chat.

Nine Thousand Years Old seemed to be avoiding her, reminding her of old friends.

"You must have made him angry somewhere." Zhan Yunjia, the third emperor's daughter, commented seriously while chewing the pastries she brought.

Du Manzhi poked her forehead gently: "You know him quite well, but tell me, what does it look like when he is angry?"

Zhan Yunjia's beautiful blue eyes turned, and he suddenly said loudly: "That's it, I deliberately make you unable to find him, just to see how anxious you are! This person is bad, we won't play with him."

Before she finished speaking, a dark shadow fell lightly on the courtyard wall, and the delicate and beautiful face was covered with dark clouds.

"Little one, who are you talking about?"

Zhan Yunjia stuck out his tongue at Du Manzhi: Look, it's coming out!

Du Manzhi quietly gestured with his thumb.

"Ahem...the moon is so beautiful today."

Nine Thousand Years Old didn't even raise his head, and said coolly: "It's not bad, the stars are also surprisingly bright."

The sky was covered with thick clouds, similar to his face.

The surrounding light is all provided by a few palace lanterns.

There is no moon and no stars.

Du Manzhi was chilled by what he said, and she was sure that this man was really in a bad mood.

She smiled and asked, "What was the first time you beat him away?"

"he?"

"Qingzhusheng, that idiot who secretly cut my skirt."

Jiu Qiansui's face became even worse, he snorted heavily, came down and slapped the piece of cloth on the table!

"You have the nerve to mention, this time it's a skirt, what will it be next time? Don't be more defensive when you go out."

Zhan Yunjia blinked: "You are not her father, why are you teaching her such a lesson?"

Du Manzhi resisted the urge to laugh.

good! It has to be you!

She gave her most sincere look: "I will definitely pay attention next time."

Jiu Qiansui originally wanted to ask her why he didn't pursue him and find out where he was outside the Duke Cheng'en's mansion.

Then I thought about it.

She asked him which move he used to defeat Qing Zhusheng.

The implication was that she had already determined that he was not his opponent, and there was no doubt about the outcome.

Thinking this way, I felt a lot calmer.

Suddenly, she took out a sword: "Look, does it look familiar?"

Nine Thousand Years Old blurted out: "Fu Tingjian?"

This time it was Du Manzhi's turn to be surprised.

She knew that Nine Thousand Years Old came from Fengdu, but he was not reincarnated as a human being with memories. He could actually call out the name of this sword!

This is the name of the Qinggong female official who handed her the sword.

"have you seen?"

The word "Sichuan" appeared faintly between the nine thousand-year-old eyebrows, and he shook his head honestly: "I haven't seen it before, and I find it strange. As soon as I saw it, this name appeared in my mind. Where did you get it?"

Du Manzhi said: "Someone gave it to me. She said that the world is in chaos now, so this sword is for me to defend myself."

"Who?"

Du Manzhi spread his hands: "I don't know the name of that female official, but she handed it over on behalf of a powerful person."

Nine Thousand Years Old is thoughtful.

Du Manzhi paused and teased him: "You are so concerned about who gave it to you. Is it possible that this female officer was your lover in the previous life?"

Jiu Qiansui was slightly startled and suddenly glared at her: "That's really hard to say."

Okay, I can’t go any further.

Talking about this again is boring.

Du Manzhi winked at Zhan Yunjia, the third princess who looked like a brat.

Zhan Yunjia understood, pointed at the sword and asked Jiu Qiansui: "Why is it called Futing? What a strange name."

Nine Thousand Years Old took it and gently slid his fingers over the bone-made scabbard.

Suddenly, a light flashed on the scabbard, and a strange-looking figure appeared.

It's strange because all the limbs of this person are close to the ground, in a prostrate posture.

To put it bluntly, he is lying down like a big frog.

The villain tilted his ear to listen, and looked humble and submissive as a whole, as if he was obeying someone's advice.

Du Manzhi watched this portrait come into being from scratch, and even the subtle expressions were vividly outlined, and he was amazed.

Suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred.

She remembered!

One year when she was visiting a museum, she saw similar figurines!

"Futing... yes, I remember the pair of burial figurines, one is called the Yangguan figurine, and the other is the Futing figurine. They are both used to guard the tomb!"

Looking up at the figurines, they are in a kneeling posture, with their heads tilted to look at the sky, in order to sense God's will;

On the contrary, it prostrates itself on the ground and listens intently to what is going on underground.

Watch the sky above and listen to the underworld below.

Such a pair of figurines are placed in the owner's tomb, just like the clairvoyant and the wind-eared ones in mythology, to prevent foreign things from sneaking into the owner's tomb.

The young lady gave her such a sword, which is obviously not the meaning of Shang Fang's sword.

So, how to use it?