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

Teacher Lin’s cousin was watching the barrage and making fun of him one by one.

Really, I was speechless and choked, and almost had a heart attack.

My calloused fingers tapped hard on the screen, trying to regain some dignity as a public servant of the people.

[Thank you for your concern. It is inconvenient to disclose the details of the case. Thank you for your understanding! As the end of the year approaches, pickpockets are busy with their business, so brothers and sisters, you must pay more attention when you go out! By the way, we would like to promote our anti-fraud app to everyone, download it in time to prevent fraud and abduction! 】

[Hey, check your eyes, this is a real policeman]

[The tone is exactly the same as the big brother who called me the day before yesterday]

[So why did the anti-fraud team call you specifically? What happened upstairs? Tell me to make everyone happy.]

[Ah, that is, climbing out of the wall and experiencing the beauty of the world]

[The moonlight is perfect tonight, anchor, please draw another one! 】

Du Manzhi raised his head and looked at the dark night sky: "Fuck me, okay, you guys give me another 1, and I'll find someone who's destined for me."

After checking a few more, it turned out that the situation was not too critical, and she could solve it by chanting sutras and issuing talismans remotely.

After the live broadcast, Du Manzhi looked at the beautiful background board that rarely spoke. She had been busy interacting with netizens that night. Speaking of which, she quite ignored him.

Thinking about how many girls just bought gifts for the sake of nine thousand years, Du Manzhi felt a little embarrassed.

"Isn't it boring?"

Nine Thousand Years Old was slightly startled.

"No, it sounds interesting...it turns out that this is how you spend your time alone."

Du Manzhi rolled his eyes and spoke in a brisk tone.

"Do you know live streaming? It seems that it has become more and more popular in the past few years. I really never thought that one day I would be a host... but I didn't get used to it at the beginning. In fact, I can tell these people Talking about making trouble, I’m also very happy.”

She came alone to this dynasty that did not exist in history. It had not been long since she arrived, and she was not as worried as Liu Yan about forgetting her roots.

But she occasionally misses the convenient living conditions of that world.

She would be a lot more comfortable getting along with people there. Most of the time, she wouldn't have to listen to eight tones in a sentence, and she wouldn't experience or watch so many involuntary situations.

A person must be content. From the perspective of cross-border live broadcast, her start was much luckier than Liu Yan, who was also a time traveler.

Du Manzhi tried it out last time, and Liu Yan only knew how to travel through time, not through books.

She has not revealed the plot to Liu Yan yet.

Maybe she will meet other book-wearers in the future?

Who knows.

Jiu Qiansui shook his head honestly: "This, live broadcast, may be a fashionable thing over there, unheard of."

When he turned his face, the moon that had been hidden all night just peeked out from the clouds. The moonlight fell on this pavilion, making his features picturesque, quiet and gentle.

But the next time he spoke, it ruined her good mood of admiring the moon and beauties.

"In the past few years, I have never given up sending people to look for time travellers, but there are always people who get ahead of us and take away the suspected people, so I haven't found any of them so far."

Du Manzhi's smile faded: "Why are you looking for a time traveler?"

Nine Thousand Years Old's eyes were calm: "I need your knowledge."

Du Manzhi raised his eyes, his eyes completely lost their warmth.

"Really, but I heard that someone also said similar things in the past. Please answer me, where are the bones of those who contributed knowledge to him now?"

Daqian is a country that seems to be just fine. It started with the uprising of generals and established a new dynasty.

However, it is an indisputable fact that its founding monarch was a villain who burned bridges when crossing rivers.

He used the time travelers to open up new territories for his cause, and after using them, he called them heretics and sent them to the stake.

This kind of person doesn't deserve the trust of a time traveler at all, he doesn't deserve it!

Nine Thousand Years Old gave her an unexpected answer.

"northwest."

Du Manzhi was stunned for a few seconds, "What did you say?"

His attitude is extremely serious:

"Someone quietly collected the bones for them, and later found an opportunity to transport them to Huangsha Pass. Those urns were buried under a century-old ginkgo tree 100 meters west of Elite Camp."

"how do you know?"

"I was there when they were buried."

"...?"

He paused and said, "There is a man named Little Xique in Yishitang Inn. The general who was ordered to deliver the urn to Huangsha Pass was named Xi, and he was Little Xique's father."

At this point, the relaxed and tacit atmosphere between them during the live broadcast has dissipated.

Du Manzhi looked at him meaningfully.

"Nine thousand years old, Chang Qi... I know this is a fake name. Are you talking about this now to tell me that you were born in the Northwest Army?"

Her hand was resting on the Futing Sword seemingly casually.

"Yishitang also has a stubborn man named Niu. I heard that his grandfather was a fierce general who followed Duke Ding. Before Duke Ding retired, he guarded the northwest."

"You call it a coincidence or not, the two big men in Litang all followed Dingguo Gong for their ancestors. What about you?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Du Manzhi asked directly:

"Perhaps I should call you Mr. Wei Qi?"

Duke Dingguo was one of the founding fathers of the country, and he was also the one who died the most tragic death among the elders. The tradition of confiscating the family and exterminating the clan in the Daqian royal family started from his family.

Duke Ding's surname is Wei.

The guard who protects the home and country.

Jiu Qiansui was really surprised by her: "I didn't tell you the horoscope, how can I calculate it?"

Du Manzhi muttered to himself, I might need horoscopes to calculate other people's lives, but I would save that time to calculate yours.

If you don't go through a lot of suffering when you enter the world to practice spiritual medicine, how can you be considered to have survived the tribulation?

If there is a family in the book whose life has been recognized as miserable in the past few decades, and he is the only one left alive in the family, the probability is very high.

Let’s talk about this person. He is good-looking, has a good temperament, a good brain, and is highly talented in martial arts. He wields power in the previous dynasty, has spies in the harem, raises the descendants of northwest generals, and mentions it casually when he complains that officials are greedy for money. to military spending.

He hates the royal family, hates corrupt officials, and has been reluctant to take action against the emperor. Most likely, he has other purposes - for example, to force him to order the redress of certain unjust, false and wrong cases, or to issue an edict for his own crimes.

Putting these conditions together and having the plot in hand, if she couldn't guess his background, then she would read this book in vain.

"Okay, Seventh Young Master, I don't like to beat around the bush. That's about it for today, so let's explain it clearly."

Jiu Qiansui handed over his hand and said humbly: "The Wei family is in the past, and there has never been a seventh son. Just call me Shen Feng."

Emperor Xuanzong had a poem that said: "Shen Feng is still and watchful of the eight desolate tranquility."

The beacons are extinguished and the watchmen are silent. What we hope for is peace and peace on the border.

Du Manzhi was slightly absent-minded.

Duke Dingguo had a life of military service but did not end well. She thought he was a rough man who didn't know how to adapt, but the names of his descendants revealed the old man's ambition and style.

"Good name."

The other party seemed to be looking at her expectantly.

Du Manzhi knew what he meant, so she pretended not to notice, but still didn't tell him her full name.

"I came here. The original owner of this body was named Xiaozhi. She thought life here was too difficult, so she went to my place and was reincarnated."

Jiu Qiansui, or Wei Chenfeng, listened quietly.

"I was brought home by my mother-in-law. On the first day I learned art from her, she said, don't use what I learned to do bad things. I asked her, if someone bullies me, will I use these methods to deal with him? Doesn’t it count as doing something bad?”

"My mother-in-law said that whether you do something or not depends on your own heart, and whether it is right or wrong will be handed over to the judge a hundred years later."

She pointed to a palace in the night.

There lived the princess Zhan Shuhua who had just been brought back from Cheng'en Palace.

"If I hadn't penetrated in, Xiaozhi's death would have been used by her, talked about by the mediocre people in the world, and turned into a weapon to attack and destroy you."

Wei Chenfeng groaned: "I'm afraid it won't hurt me."

Du Manzhi sneered unceremoniously:

"It won't hurt you even if others do this, but she is different. The daughter of destiny. When she was reborn, she wanted to live a counterattack life. If she doesn't take your life first, how can she be the queen?"

Wei Chenfeng:? ! !

After dealing with him so many times, this was the first time she saw the calm and self-possessed nine-thousand-year-old man with intense pupils.

Du Manzhi, based on the principle that giving the heroine trouble is to make himself comfortable, told him the story of the villain's frustration in the book.

Seeing this guy's expression changing, she felt...

In one word, cool!

It turns out that giving people spoilers is such a fun thing.

She concluded: "So, we are staunch allies in suppressing the protagonist."

Wei Chenfeng was in a daze: "Am I the villain?"

He reflected on his nearly thirty years of life.

Half of them studied the art of war and martial arts at the border, while the other half worked hard beside the Dog Emperor, cultivating his own men in front of the reviled royal lackey.

If the captured courtiers hated him, he could understand.

Unexpectedly, the person who disliked him the most was the princess who seemed to be the most aloof from the world in the palace.

Destiny's daughter?

protagonist?

Wei Chenfeng only found it incredible, and even wanted to laugh a little.

"She wants to take the throne?"

"Why, because she has only one supporter in the court, Duke Cheng'en, is she still dragging her down into ruin?"

"Or is it because she has been reading enlightenment books and Tang poetry and Song poetry for the past ten years, and she has been studying embroidery and palace affairs?"

"Is she a literary expert who is proficient in classics, history, strategy and theory, or is she a martial artist who can make decisions immediately?"

Wei Chenfeng felt extremely ridiculous.

"Even if she has extraordinary abilities, how does she want to convince the civil and military officials of the dynasty and how can she surpass her younger brothers?"

"From ancient times to the present, there has only been one Queen Zetian who stole the country and returned it. How does she deserve to be compared with Queen Zetian?"

"You said that we all live in a storybook, so the author of this storybook is too arrogant!"

Later, he actually felt a little resentful.

What did I do wrong to deserve to be arranged by that nonsense guy with just a pen?

He insisted on letting the Dog Emperor personally rehabilitate his grandfather, and he insisted on controlling the Zhan family's power in his own hands, making the old man feel uneasy on the road to hell!

Even if he bears the reputation of being a traitor and traitor, he will get back everything the Wei family deserves for his grandfather, and seek an explanation for those innocent soldiers who were buried in the snow.

He stood on the pavilion, his robes rustling in the wind, like an eagle riding on the wind to ascend to the ninth heaven, tearing away the gentle exterior and revealing his hard and unruly bones.

"I'm not convinced." Wei Chenfeng looked down at her.

"If that is my ending, I will kill her tonight to see if the so-called daughter of destiny will bleed, and whether she will die if the blood bleeds out."

Before he finished speaking, a huge electric blade split out of the clouds and pointed directly at the Forbidden City.

His black cloak was suddenly disconnected and carried away by the strong wind.

His slender figure would normally be considered majestic, but under the might of God, he only looked thin.

The insignificance of mortals is vividly displayed at this moment.

Du Manzhi stood up silently holding the sword, and looked at the thunder side by side with him, but his mood was surprisingly calm, with a bit of teasing tone.

"Look, it's angry."

Wei Chenfeng's dark eyes reflected the purple electric snakes, one by one, unable to suppress his anger.

He may not have noticed it himself, but Du Manzhi, who was watching, could clearly see that a dense flow of black energy shot out from his heart, like a gorgeous flower of sin blooming on his body.

Du Manzhi blinked slowly.

The villain awakens.

Will the original author know?

Her eyes seemed to penetrate the bluffing thunder and saw a girl with an indistinguishable face.

Or maybe a boy? She didn't know either, but she knew that the person must be anxiously opening the document and checking it to see clearly what content had changed.

Then think about whether there is a way to remedy the situation and bring the plot back to its original path.

She saw how the writing was changing, and countless words were given the power of rules, trying to coerce them into saying and doing things according to the author's will.

However, she is an outsider, and the rules of this book cannot bind her.

As for the Nine Thousand Years Old man in the book, well, he is not an ordinary person either.

Didn't Grandma Bai say that he was her marriage in the previous life?

If he was a stone in Fengdu Mountain in his previous life, maybe she was the Qinggong Xian'e who passed this stone on the way to do her homework every day? She has been having similar dreams lately.

"Luckily it's you." Du Manzhi said sincerely.

Wei Chenfeng looked sideways: "Why?"

"Because it's you, because you helped me in front of Ning Fei Luan, because the things on your body are protecting you."

Du Manzhi directed him to look at the busy hands in the clouds.

"She wants you to get back on track, but she can't."

Wei Chenfeng's face was expressionless, and his right hand struggled to tear out the black energy from his heart, one after another, seemingly endless.

He thought it was probably enough.

Just knead them into a spear.

The spear pointed directly at the illusory giant hands in Yunjian.

Du Manzhi smiled slightly: "Do you need help?"

"Aren't we allies?" Wei Chenfeng raised his eyebrows.

"of course."

Her tenderness covered the back of his hand lightly but firmly.

The spiritual power accumulated over the past few days was poured out without reservation, turning into a sky-blue long bow.

Zhang Gong.

Adjust the angle.

The black spear silently tore through the night.

They seemed to hear a soft scream.

There were also continuous cracking sounds.

"What is that?" Wei Chenfeng wondered.

Du Manzhi spread his hands innocently: "You used paper and pen to write, but you used a computer over there. If you have a chance, I'll ask you to listen to the sound of the computer screen breaking."

The corners of Wei Chenfeng's lips slowly raised. He was delighted that the thunder suddenly disappeared, the clouds cleared and the moon was full. The energy used in that blow was probably enough to recharge Fu Tingjian hundreds of times, but he didn't feel bad at all.

This was the first time that he truly felt the feeling of controlling his own destiny, and it was so refreshing.