The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

After tiptoingly concealing the balcony door, he picked up the mobile phone at hand and whispered: "Laugh and forget the book?"

And the ball that has returned gave his own feedback in the first time.

"Master Gu, we are back! Haha, Master Gu is rich."

"Your maximum life expectancy has gone up a lot. Do you know how much your maximum life expectancy has reached now?"

"100 years old, exactly one hundred years old, centenarians, even the modern age is a terrifying number."

"And your mission this time not only rewards the improvement of data, but also gives you a five-year supplementary life on the original basis."

"Strictly speaking, if you don't have a major accident now, you can live to the ninety-five years of life."

"Master Gu, I really made a lot of money this time."

When Xiao Wangshu was happy, it automatically ignored the combination of the two systems in the world of female channels, and when it was thrown into Gu Zheng'er's body, it also secretly intercepted a little bit of the other party's energy.

This energy is enough to raise its level a lot.

Gu Zheng was very satisfied with the feedback given by Xiao Wangshu.

He felt that this kind of longevity should be enough for him.

If it weren't for the excitement of experiencing a different world, he was still urging him to continue to travel to other worlds. According to his original character, he could unilaterally terminate the mission of life extension so far.

I probably felt that Gu Zheng was less and less concerned about the life span. Xiao Wangshu was a little panicked and hurriedly changed the topic of Gu Zheng.

Its current energy is only a little short of leaving this planet.

Maybe it's three or four worlds, and it can return completely.

By now, it absolutely cannot fall short.

It has to make Gu Zheng insist on it, he can't just kill the donkey just like that.

Therefore, Xiao Wangshu said with a slight flattery: "Gu Ye, do you want to see a replay of this world?"

Gu Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Why not?"

This is his favorite part.

And at the moment Gu Zheng accepted it, the screen of the Xiaodou phone in front of him automatically lit up.

It's just that the initial scene was as dark as the night sky.

In the thick darkness, suddenly there was a scream.

And in this shout, there was a strong resentment and anger after being deceived.

"Asshole! Situ Jingming, you dare to lie to me!!"

'boom! ’

In a violent impact, a man in a tattered black robe and bleeding from seven holes appeared on the screen.

His pair of pale claws grasped on the side of the black mountain wall like a mountain of coal, and dragged it down, making a harsh sound.

"Why, there is clearly no problem with the cheat book!"

"Why is it that the meridians are blocked and the blood flows back when you reach the last level of training?"

"There is no dredging method, no solution, the deity, the deity's final ending, the final ending, hahaha, it turned out to be an explosion!!"

"Ahhhhh! Situ boy, the deity who cheated is so bitter!"

"Come here, come here!! Send me someone to kill that emperor kid!!"

It's a pity that Boundless Hei, who was on the Black Wind Cliff of Wulao Peak, didn't respond even if he yelled loudly.

Because during his retreat, the emperor of the Great Wei Kingdom has used his token to integrate the huge martial arts underworld.

Regardless of the cruel and terrifying crimes, the rest of the people were all incorporated into a secret department by him.

However, within a few short days, the demon sect that dominated the martial arts fell apart, and a mysterious and powerful new school with an official background became active in the martial arts.

This school is called Six Doors.

It is a spy organization that oversees the entire arena.

Once six doors find that there is something wrong with Jianghu people, whether they are decent people with excellent reputation or unbiased marginal figures, they will be found by six doors and dealt with in accordance with folk laws.

With their existence, people in the rivers and lakes know what is called a rule, and the days when they do whatever they want will never return.

And the Demon Cult's Altar above the Wulao Peak is even more because it was originally a base camp for hiding dirt.

I didn't know what was going on, so I was surreptitiously besieged and wiped out.

This is actually ignorant of Hei Wuliang who is closed in Black Wind Cliff.

Because when Gu Zheng first gave him this secret book, he had already considered the characteristics of this martial arts.

When he had a good martial arts in Sora, he closed his five senses and was ignorant of the outside world. When he was awake, it was also the day he died.

Because this is a self-defeating secret book, without the support of spiritual power, there is only one dead end to practice rashly.

This is not a secret book in the ordinary world, but a magic skill in the fantasy world.

"Ahhhhh!! Help!!"

The intense pain made Black Boundless consciousness blur again. He only felt that his eyeballs were constantly swelling, so that his eye sockets could not be accommodated, and his eardrums were also bulging outward. As if an unreleased air is desperately looking for a channel to vent.

But Hei Wuliang just couldn't control and guide the breath that he had cultivated for many years. He was reluctant to bear his internal strength that was close to Yijiazi and the last bit of luck.

It's just that, by now, Boundless Hei, who has lost the ability to think independently, is too late even if he abolishes his martial arts.

'boom! ’

'boom! ’

'boom! ’

After a few small explosions, black blood flowed out of the boundless eyes, along with the blood spewing from the mouth, and the tiny eardrum that was blown to pieces.

'boom! ’

This is the last muffled sound.

It was also the last sound of Boundless Black's body in this world.

He fell into the black wind cliff full of black energy, and no one knew the information of the leader of the demon cult ever since.

In the process of the black screen, which symbolizes the black and boundless death, a bright light shines from the screen.

It's just that what appeared in the lens after the light flickered turned out to be a very modern scene.

Although there is only a very simple sketchbook in the scene, there is only a pair of plain hands in the scene in that scene.

But from the pencil held in that hand and the writing left on the sketchbook, Gu Zheng could see that this should be a scene equivalent to reality.

When the lens of the screen slowly zoomed in towards the sketchbook, Guji could clearly see the handwriting written on the sketchbook.

Character setting: male number three, black boundless, demon leader, twenty-eight years old, martial arts high, evil charm and madness, saved by the female protagonist Bu Lian, since then infatuated with this kind and innocent girl.

To accompany in the dark place, to give up life and death for it.

In the end, he retired to the rivers and lakes, accompanied by several other confidants of Bulian, and lived a happy life.

The writing in the shorthand notebook is a bit scribbled.

At first glance, it is for the fullness of the characters, and many words are added at any time.

It is as if a character is gradually being constructed as it advances.

Probably the main core has been filled, and the pen that keeps on drawing, next to the character characteristics of these few sentences, draws a small sketch that belongs to this character.

This is a man in a black robe, and the background is entirely composed of black fog.

Looking at the narrow eyes, long dark hair, and stern smile, Gu Zheng had to say that he was very similar to Hei Wuliang himself.

After seeing this, Gu Zheng had a vague guess in his heart.

When he wanted to watch more to collect information, the lighted up lens was completely black, and it swayed into another scene in the next second.

This was a palace that made him familiar with it, but it was not the harem he always went to.

It is one of the most common rooms belonging to the Hanlin Academy, and most of them are used for those who are familiar with the work of the new science scholars.

It is now the period of the emperor’s official appointment. The top three in this department and the other three concubines are in this room learning from the predecessors of the Imperial Academy, and by the way share some books and history. Work.

Among them, the No. 1 champion in the new division is a regular temperament, but this year's Tanhua Lang is an unfettered young man.

Others were too busy with a large amount of paperwork. He was good, but behind the pile of paperwork, he secretly looked at the idle book.

Ah, it is Wang Haoshu, one side of the fate, but he is a very familiar character.

It seems that he was admitted to the Jinshi, and he still lived up to the reputation of Wang Shoufu.

Just as Gu Zheng watched the other party's movements with some appreciation, a small servant hurriedly came from the direction of the front hall.

"Is Wang Tanhua here? Your Majesty would like to please!"

This shout almost caused Wang Haoshu to scare the book in his hand to the ground.

With a slight guilty conscience, he hid the book under the case table, patted the somewhat ruffled robe that was caused by manner problems, restored to the image of a handsome young man, and walked out of the gate of the imperial courtyard with the little servant.

After this person left, it naturally caused a lot of discussion.

"It is said that Lord Wang is trusted by His Majesty. It has only been ten days since he came to this Hanlin Academy. He has been specially recruited by His Majesty no less than three times."

Seeing the sorrow and sorrow of the words in the mouths of these young people, the old people who were in the imperial courtyard chuckled lightly: "What? Don't you know? Also, the only young people from Kyoto who entered the imperial courtyard this year Lord Wang is alone."

"This Lord Wang has been our majesty's companion since he was a child. He has been following his majesty for nearly ten years. When his majesty was eleven years old, he had been by his side for four years."

"Don't talk about your Majesty's most difficult six years, until your Majesty's real pro-government, Xiao Wangda was relieved of the title of companion."

"Sir Xiao Wang and His Majesty share the joys and sorrows. According to me, you can't envy you."

After being said that, these jinshis who came from southern Zhejiang or more remote places suddenly realized it.

I really can't tell that Lord Wang, who is usually low-key and a little loose, still has such a strong relationship.

They thought it would be great to have a Shoufu's dad, but now they have added a buddy who is the emperor. Isn't that still going on in the future?

Just when the colleagues of the Hanlin Academy were envious of it, Wang Haoshu, who was dragged to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, was full of unwillingness.

He looked at the thick stack of memorials that the other party handed him, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

"Your Majesty, you can't do this. The greetings from all over the place represent the respect of the ministers and workers for an emperor."

"They want to show their respect to the supreme leader of this country from the bottom of their hearts. How can you give this kind of emotional memorial to the minister to sort it out?"

Situ Jingming remained unmoved by Wang Haoshu's unique statement.

He lowered his head in the backlog of memorials and said his weight without raising his head.

"The girl from Bu's family recently sent a manuscript of three hundred poems of the Tang Dynasty to my hand."

"She told the secret agent who had dealt with her that, afterwards, Song Ci, Yuan Qu, and other literary expressions would appear on my desk."

"Wang Aiqing, do you really want to do this job? If you don't want to do it, I think many people also like these magnificent poems."

Is there anything else you can think of after hearing Wang Haoshu?

Of course he agreed.

It was just a little reluctant, and muttered to a bunch of memorials full of routines: "This should all be the work of an emperor, no matter how bad it is, there are still the Hanlin Academy attendants who can handle these memorials."

"Isn't it just because I read fast enough, desperately squeezing my potential."

Probably the voice is really not small, but the emperor sitting at the head chuckled slightly: "This can't depend on me. Logically speaking, based on our childhood feelings, I will never treat you like this. "

"But ah, I once knew a mysterious person. He taught me how to make the best use of everything, and also let me know how to relax myself as an emperor."

"I thank you very much, Wang Aiqing, come on. After the memorial is approved, I will put the concise content into the memorial, and I will make the corresponding review based on the content inside."

"Oh, I've been busy for another day, and I'm really tired. I go back to the harem quickly and easily. If Wang Aiqing finishes this work, I will go to the father-in-law who is on the side, and he will naturally send the three hundred songs to your hands. ."

After speaking, Situ Jingming, who was sitting at the top, stretched out and left the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Only Wang Haoshu wailed against the huge palace.

When Gu Zheng laughed at this, the screen went black again.

The book that first appeared appeared again.

It was the same pair of women's hands, rustling on top of it non-stop.

When the camera moved forward, Gu Zheng really saw the setting that belonged to Wang Haoshu.

Character setting: Wang Haoshu, the second son of Wang Shoufu, the first gifted scholar of the Great Wei Kingdom, Qingjun, handsome, romantic and suave, with the word Ziren, twenty-two years old.

I met with the female protagonist Bu Lian because of a literary meeting in the Jubin Building of the Great Wei Kingdom.

The wise, he worshipped under the heroine's literary talent, and was cited as a lifelong confidant.

After the heroine retired from many male heroes, his connection with the heroine never broke.

Every few tens of days, the two of them have a copy of the flying pigeon.

In the aspect of literature and poetry, the communication of sympathy and sympathy is carried out.

Is the most intimate blue-faced confidant of the hostess.

In the white space next to the text, the pencil is drawing a clear man with green robes and bamboo tattoos.

He is thin but not weak, and he is full of ink fragrance.

A white jade fan, a white jade hairpin, no matter how simple it is to dress up, it is difficult to conceal the noble and clean atmosphere of his book.

Ah, another image so similar.

Gu Zheng picked his lips and saw that the camera turned to the next character again.

...

‘Cracking! ’

‘Boom boom! ’

The lens that was lit up again went to the capital of the Great Wei Kingdom, in the most prosperous commercial street.

At this moment, Jin Buchang's three-pointed smile appeared on the screen.

At this moment, there was a big red flower pinned on his chest, and he smiled so freely.

Sitting on a high-headed horse, he was surrounded by suona, and he played the most common joy when the Great Wei State greeted marriage. In addition to the frequent congratulations around Jin Buhuan, there is nothing Gu Zheng didn’t understand. This is Jin Buhuan. What's your wedding day?

This happy day really gave Gu Zheng an insight into what it means to be wealthy.

In the wedding room equivalent to the golden house, the melon seeds, peanuts, pomegranate and red dates laid on the bed are all carved from golden agate.

On the red sandalwood bed with big feet comparable to three babu beds, a bride with a red hijab, amidst the crackling of fire candles, awaits the arrival of her bridegroom official.

"Squeaky"

The door of the room was pushed in from outside.

A slightly staggered, but very clear-headed groom official walked in front of the bride.

A red alder pick ruler was handed to Jin Buhuan's hand by Xi Niang on the side. Under the trembling shaking, the red hijab was picked up by the ruler, revealing the shy and smiling face of the bride.

"You all get back."

When Jin Buchang handed the ruler back to Xi Niang, the idlers in this room were sent out by Jin Buchang.

The bride under the red candle lowered her head because of the hot eyes of her father-in-law. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This golden man sat beside the bride with an inch.

"Lady, I finally got the favor of the lady, and I look forward to the day to marry the lady."

"I have been waiting for this day, but I have been waiting for three years."

The bride who was still a stranger to her was taken aback for a while, and she was not ashamed, but she raised her head in surprise and carefully measured the husband beside her.

But the appearance of this man laughing is so unfamiliar. Although the son of the Jin family resounds throughout the Great Wei Kingdom because of his family's wealth, he is an extremely strange existence to the daughter of the head of the academy of literature. .

If it weren’t for the people of the Jin family to make the royal people come to their home to propose marriage, the Jin family promised to use half of the benefits of some very wealthy businesses to use the country’s free donation funds for the construction of academies in various places, their family’s poems The scholarly family of the heirloom family would never marry the children of wealthy businessmen like the Jin family.