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

Du Manzhi asked this question to Nine Thousand Years Old.

The other party shook his head helplessly.

"I only know its name and have never used it. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you this time. Since it is already your sword, you can explore it more. If you need any sword manual, you can come to me."

He can teach anyone about martial arts.

There were always mysterious things related to her, and there was nothing he could do.

Jiu Qiansui's heart sank slightly, and his face showed no emotion, he just pushed the sword back to her.

Du Manzhi reached for it regretfully.

Something strange happened at this moment!

There was only a crisp cracking sound, and the stone embedded in the hilt of the sword shattered before their eyes!

The sword stone turned into a purple-black smoke, like a child who had been away from home for many years, happily running towards the arms of his relatives.

Jiu Qiansui couldn't avoid it, and saw the smoke rushing into his heart eagerly, and he was stunned on the spot.

"How are you?" Du Manzhi's hand holding the sword froze in the air, and she turned to turn over his collar.

Jiu Qiansui subconsciously raised his arm to block her hand.

He groped for it himself, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with apology: "I'm sorry, it seems...it was absorbed by me."

"..."

Du Manzhi was speechless not because Jianshi ran away.

But this man actually took off his clothes very readily.

As if he was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, he exposed a whole piece of skin that was so white that it reflected light.

However, his hand always covered the key parts and did not let a trace of red plum come out of the wall.

Pretty masculine.

Du Manzhi casually picked at the place where the sword stone was embedded. It was empty and he could poke it through with one finger. The edges are a little scratchy, and it feels like a bone product, worthy of being something from the underworld.

"Okay, it's okay."

She waved her hand.

"I think this thing has a similar aura to yours, so I brought it to you to see if it can be of greater use in your hands."

This was originally a big gamble.

She had imagined that this sword would turn into some amazing weapon.

Of course, I was mentally prepared for the possibility that the sword might be broken.

She is the current owner of Fu Tingjian. Even if it was destroyed in someone else's hands, most of it was because of the sword owner's poor decision-making.

What's more, Jiu Qiansui just picked it up and flicked it, and he didn't intentionally make the sword and stone run away.

Jiu Qiansui frowned: "Although it was an accident, I can't blame it... What will be the impact of this sword without it?"

Du Manzhi thought for a while.

"I think this looks like an energy source. If I don't have it, I can fill it in with something else. It should still work."

As she spoke, she turned over her hands, and a brand new and translucent energy stone appeared in her palm.

But it was blocked by a transparent film.

Jiu Qiansui sighed: "It's my fault. If I could control that energy freely, I wouldn't cause you any trouble."

He racked his brains to think of how to remedy this.

The named energy could not bear to hear such complaints.

The strange energy that had automatically run out of his body before and swallowed a piece of Ning Feiluan's tail before stopping, now seemed to have received instructions, flowing along his arm to his fingertips and flowing into the hilt of the sword.

The translucent energy solidified into a purple-black gemstone in the blink of an eye. It had the same texture as before, but it looked even more aura!

Du Manzhi: "Ouch!"

What did she see - a smart remote control!

Nine Thousand Years Old stared at the new sword stone: "..."

Really recovered.

Du Manzhi said cheerfully: "Then why don't you think about it again and see if you can get a few more yuan?"

"..."

Nine Thousand Years Old will do as she says.

The gem twisted a few times, as if there was a little person turning over in it.

Ten seconds later, a total of four more broken gems appeared on the top, bottom, left and right, surrounding the sword stone in the middle.

Zhan Yunjia said in surprise: "What a beautiful gem flower!"

Du Manzhi cares more about practicality than good looks.

She grabbed the sword and weighed it.

"It's no different from before. It's good that the stone doesn't fall from your hands."

She waved her hand.

A dark shadow flashed!

An unknown object fell from the sky!

The smoke dispersed, revealing a familiar white suit.

Bai Wuchang and Qin Feng raised his face in confusion: "What's going on? I was flying well, why did I suddenly fall?"

Du Manzhi held up the futing sword that caused trouble. It was not appropriate to answer, and it was too late to pretend to be stupid. He said hello awkwardly: "...Hi, how are you doing?"

"What a fart." Qin Feng lay on the ground and complained.

"There has been a wave of refugees coming recently, and too many people have died on the road before arriving in Kyoto. When Lao Mo and I got busy, we really wanted to break ourselves into several pieces."

"Refugees? Where do these refugees come from?"

"There are also some in the south and some in the west. For the specific reasons, you can ask them yourself when they come. I won't tell you anymore. I have to go to work."

Du Manzhi hurriedly called him.

After promising three kilograms of gold ingots, I asked Qin Feng about his experience just now.

Qin Feng was also confused.

When he flew to this area, he suddenly felt that his surroundings were locked, and there was a majestic will pressing down on him. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on the ground.

He always felt that that will was the nemesis in his life. He couldn't get angry even if he had any thoughts of resistance, and he didn't even dare to have any thoughts of resentment.

It wasn't until she sheathed her sword that Qin Feng got up easily.

"Futing...is this how it is used?"

Du Manzhi seemed to understand.

This thing is worthy of being produced by Qing Palace. Like Ghost Law, it follows a regular flow of spell damage, a bit like following words.

As long as she swings her sword in one direction, the corresponding area will be the designated range.

Within this range, the default rules are:

Come down and lie down!

Isn't Qin Feng's prostrate posture just now the big frog-like Futing figurine on the sword?

He unintentionally tricked Qin Feng, but unlocked the correct use of Fu Tingjian.

Du Manzhi was not only happy to find the treasure, but also noticed that the color of the gem flower set on the hilt of the sword had become lighter.

Especially the four small pieces, which turned from mysterious purple-black gems into worthless diamonds.

Once alive, twice familiar, Nine Thousand Years Old raised his hand generously to charge his sword, and suddenly said: "The refugees in the south were forced to come by the floods, and the refugees in the west... were here to complain."

Du Manzhi was able to clear the branches with just one click, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"It's possible that people who suffer from floods are here to complain. The officials elected by the cadres are almost rotten to the core... They take the money for water control, they also take the food, drink and clothing of the soldiers, and they even rush to take the money that should be given to the common people. ! If this continues, sooner or later someone will revolt."

Zhan Yunjia was young but wise, and could vaguely understand what they were discussing.

But she didn't understand why the topic suddenly changed from a strange sword to the refugees.

Worrying about her presence, the two stopped talking and didn't talk in depth.

Du Manzhi realized belatedly that ever since Ning Fei Luan failed in his sneak attack and expelled the energy body from the nine thousand year old body, this man had automatically opened his eyes.

He can also see vaginal objects.

For example, Qin Feng fell face to the ground just now.

Otherwise, why would he suddenly talk about the reasons why refugees come to Beijing?

Fortunately, Qin Feng didn't know he could see it.

Otherwise, given Qin Feng's shameless character when asking for money, he would not simply give away three pounds of gold ingots this time.

……

[No one can sleep tonight, I just want to sit down and start broadcasting]

[Family members in the comment area, good evening. I bet on five spicy sticks that the host will start broadcasting tonight and it will be broadcast all day and all night! 】

[As for the future, I want five spicy sticks a day and a night... I will give you three bags! I want her to broadcast it for ten days and ten nights! 】

[Although I am also squatting to start broadcasting, but the buddy upstairs, you should go and register to check for sleepwalking]

Ding!

The anchor you are particularly interested in, "AAA Baijia Funeral Supplies Specialty" has started broadcasting. Click the link to enter the live broadcast room——

Du Manzhi found a seat with a wide view and sat down, casually tucking her broken hair behind her ear, revealing an ear that was slightly reddish by the wind.

The nine-thousand-year-old man's eyes fell here and his fingertips moved slightly.

The dim light in the silent night made the man next to her look abnormally pale, like a thousand-year-old ghost who had achieved cultivation.

[Ma Ma Ya, your son-in-law No. 1 on the Internet has appeared! 】

【The missing person returns! Costume couple get together! 】

[Who knows, those who were attracted to this live broadcast room by their good looks can be regarded as being in the same frame as me qwq]

In the past, when the popularity was not high, Du Manzhi also had the idea of ​​​​Jiu Qiansui, hoping to use his beautiful face to help himself gain popularity.

Later, she made a lot of money through live broadcasts of fortune telling, and those rich people became close to her, and they came to know each other no matter what. She also helps a few lucky viewers from time to time, and other people will buy gifts after watching the excitement, which can be said to be a constant source of money.

In addition, the nine-thousand-year-old nobleman was busy and not so easy to catch, so Du Manzhi became accustomed to broadcasting it on his own territory.

Nothing to do tonight, Jiu Qiansui volunteered to be her cultivation accelerator.

She was simply bolder, meditating and practicing while reading fortune telling remotely, practicing and making money at the same time.

[To tell you the truth, I haven’t broadcast live these days. Did you secretly make a baby with a beautiful lady? 】

Du Manzhi was caught off guard by these words.

Let’s not talk about whether other people have this function, let’s just say that she herself is just coveting beauty, just like admiring the person on the paper. The closer she is, the less beautiful she is.

"Don't make trouble. I have no such plans. I have been obsessed with raising children recently. If you have any experience in tutoring primary school students, you are welcome to share your experience."

She was referring to the third princess, Zhan Yunjia.

She made up her mind to subvert the plot and put the three princesses on the throne just like in her previous life. The queen would give orders and make things easier for women all over the world.

So how to cultivate Zhan Yunjia in her hands is very important.

The audience made a lot of comments, but she took a quick look and found that most of them were joking.

Those who rarely give advice are not of much reference value. After all, there is a gap of time and space and countless dynasties.

Someone asked her again if she and the beauty are getting along well recently?

Du Manzhi smiled: "It's okay, but sisters, you have to remember that it's good to be single for a while, and it's good to be single all the time. Making money is the last word."

[No, no, no, the costume couple unilaterally announced the breakdown of their relationship? 】

[I just started drinking CP and it’s already going bad? 】

[Impossible, your pink bubbles are still there, it’s impossible to separate them! 】

[If you still mention being single when you are not married, does that mean that X’s life is not harmonious? The small pills my husband bought last month are very effective. I’ll send you a box to try]

"Cough cough..."

Du Manzhi was stunned by this audience.

"This friend doesn't treat you all as outsiders."

The audience member whose ID is "Rulangsihu" continued to open the microphone boldly: [When you are middle-aged, your husband is just a tool to make money and raise children. If you can use it more, I can save money on toys! 】

[Sisters, the Internet is not a lawless place! 】

【That's it? That's it? Say more, I like to hear it]

Du Manzhi took a curious look.

The sister who claims to be "middle-aged" and still wants to send her small pills, on the other side of the screen is actually a girl in school uniform, who looks like a teenager, holding back a mischievous smile that shows success in mischief.

Du Manzhi thought to himself that there was still less homework.

"What's wrong?" Jiu Qiansui couldn't see the barrage and only focused on her.

"It's okay. Next, I have to choose a destined person, and I will tell him his fortune." She said.

Jiu Qiansui nodded, and his silent look seemed a bit well-behaved at first glance, which made her heart move. This satin-like black hair must feel good to the touch.

[I feel sorry for the anchor, these perverts only care about beautiful women]

Indeed, there were not as many 1-hit barrages tonight as before.

Despite this, Du Manzhi quickly found a black barrage.

"The ID is, Daiyu is pulling out peaches and plums. Is it convenient for this friend to connect with wheat?"

Du Manzhi thought to himself, this name is quite interesting.

The image of the word peach and plum is generally associated with teachers. Daiyu uprooted peach and plum trees, so this is a teacher named Lin?

Connected.

The other party's voice was urgent: "Hello anchor, I suspect that my son's soul has been changed!"

The woman hurriedly introduced her name and occupation.

He is truly a people’s teacher.

Teacher Lin sent the horoscope private message.

Du Manzhi made a rough calculation and found that the other party would suffer a big disaster this year.

It will be smooth sailing once you get through it.

If you can't pass it, your whole family will be killed.

Because the other party was already in a bad mood, Du Manzhi didn't mention it for the time being.

If the panic is aggravated, important details may be omitted from Teacher Lin's description.

"Teacher Lin, is your current location safe?"

"Safe! I'm at home. My son is locked in the study. I'm alone in the bedroom."

"Okay, then let's talk about the details and try not to miss anything."

Teacher Lin is a primary school Chinese teacher. After graduating from a normal university, in order to take care of her father, she chose to return to her hometown primary school to apply for a job. She has been working there for ten years now.

She and her husband met on a blind date, and the couple had a good relationship and gave birth to a lively and lovely son.

The child is eight and a half years old and happens to be studying in her class.

Mothers are well aware of the changes in their children. Teacher Lin discovered that after his son came back from his hometown, not only did his attitude towards learning become extremely loose, but his personality also changed, and he became the king of children among boys.

She used the Three-Character Classic to enlighten her son. He preferred Tang poetry and Song poetry. He could memorize many poems in kindergarten and won the championship in a poetry competition in elementary school.

However, during a recent trip to the countryside, she discovered that her son was no longer willing to get up early to recite poems.

She no longer likes fried egg and ham sandwiches, but requires her to prepare big meat buns and white rice porridge.

But she clearly remembered that her son took the initiative to come to her after reading medical science and said: White rice porridge is too filling for the stomach, is not as nutritious as eggs, and makes it easier to go to the toilet, so don’t eat porridge for breakfast.

These changes just made Teacher Lin not understandable. She felt that her son might have become accustomed to letting himself go in his hometown and entered the rebellious stage early.

But what she couldn't accept was yet to come.