Traveling through a farmer’s house: Villain Nine Thousand Years Old, Stop!

"Zhizhi, you actually hit me for two unrelated things?!"

"If I hadn't thought of you, I would never have lived in this world! I live just to be with you!"

There was actually some grievance in Du Ruo's hoarse voice. He roared wildly, and the spiritual energy around him fluctuated.

Yun Zhixia almost vomited after hearing what she said, so she quickly interrupted Du Ruo.

"Shut up! Are you sick? I was a ginseng spirit back then, I didn't even have a human form!"

"You actually like ginseng spirit, you might as well use me to make soup!"

Yun Zhixia became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and his emotions became unstable.

Hearing this, Du Ruo calmed down. He stretched out his right hand, looked at the sixth finger with disgust, and slowly spoke.

"I was born with six fingers, and everyone dislikes me. Except you! You are the only one who not only doesn't dislike me, but also comforts me and encourages me. Why can't I like you?"

"Zhizhi, don't worry, I will be able to get rid of this ghost appearance soon, and then I will come to find you."

After saying that, Du Ruo turned into a ghost and escaped.

Zi Ling and Wu Jin wanted to continue chasing, but were stopped by Yun Zhixia.

"You are no match for him!"

Seeing Du Ruo running away, Yun Zhixia covered his chest and groaned.

"Tiantian, are you okay?"

"elder sister……"

Seeing Zi Ling and Wu Jin's anxious expressions, Yun Zhixia rubbed his chest to indicate that he was fine.

"Nothing, I just need to take a rest."

After all, Du Ruo is a thousands-year-old monster, and he has practiced evil magic, so his abilities cannot be underestimated.

After a short rest, Yun Zhixia took Zi Ling and Wu Jin to find Du Ruo's secret room.

In the secret room

As soon as they entered, Zi Ling called out, "Tiantian, look!"

Yun Zhixia looked in the direction of the voice and saw paintings hanging on the walls of the secret room. There were no people in the paintings, only a fat, white ginseng spirit.

Some were laughing with their hands on their hips, some were looking down with grievance, some were sleeping soundly with their bellies exposed, in all kinds of postures.

Zi Ling thought that these paintings were done by Du Ruo and couldn't help but sigh.

"That old guy is quite infatuated!"

"Wenwen..."

Yun Zhixia seemed to be in a trance. She reached out and stroked the ginseng spirit in the painting. A black mark could be seen in the lower right corner of each painting. Originally, there were two characters "Yan Wen" here, but they were destroyed.

"Is this Yan Wen's painting?"

Zi Ling reacted belatedly and couldn't help but smack her lips as she looked at the paintings covering the wall.

After coming to his senses, Yun Zhixia put all the paintings into his spiritual palace.

After she put away the painting, Zi Ling rubbed her hands and chuckled: "Zhizhi, does the Floating Cloud Sect have any treasures?"

Speaking of this, Yun Zhixia became interested. She snapped her fingers and started to sweep with Zi Ling and Wu Jin.

Yun Zhixia has lived here for thousands of years and is very familiar with the place. She kicked open the treasure house of the Fuyun Sect and started to sweep it with Zi Ling and Wu Jin.

Treasure House

After thousands of years of consumption, the spiritual weapons in the treasury are now scarce, but they are enough for the three of them.

Zi Ling was putting spiritual weapons and magical instruments into her Qiankun bag while grinning from ear to ear.

"Get rich, get rich!"

Yun Zhixia picked out a few things she liked and gave the rest to Zi Ling and Wu Jin.

Zi Ling was puzzled: "Tiantian, you don't want it anymore?"

Yun Zhixia shook her head, showing no interest: "I have enough treasures in my spiritual palace, you can take them!"

Zi Ling and Wu Jin looked at each other, and the man and the bird began to pack up quickly.

They are not richer than Yun Zhixia, but they don't mind at all. Every little bit counts.

Yun Zhixia leaned against the pillar, looking at the familiar tiles and wood, and the memory of Yan Wen became clearer in her mind.

"Zhizhi, I'm Yan Wen."

"Yanwen? Wenwen!"

"Zhizhi, this is where I live, and it will be your home from now on."

"Zhizhi, I'm going down the mountain. I'll bring you some delicious food when I come back."

“Zhizhi, Zhizhi…”

The scenes of the past flashed through her mind quickly, leaving her with a deeper memory.

Yun Zhixia sighed and closed her eyes to take a nap.

Nanchang Imperial Palace

Leng Jinye was sitting in the imperial study, reviewing memorials and working non-stop.

During this period, Leng Jinye has been busy, busy with reorganizing the court, busy with eliminating Chi Jingrui and the Xiang family's confidants, and busy with placing his own people.

"Master, please take a rest. You have been busy for a long time."

Leng Feng stood aside and tried to persuade him. Seeing Leng Jinye so tired, he felt distressed.

Leng Jinye put down the memorial, rubbed his temple, and asked with his side face.

"Have you found out where Zhizhi is?"

Leng Feng shook his head and complained: "How can we track down the whereabouts of a person like Miss Yun?"

"Where are the spirit stones? How's the investigation going?" Leng Jinye didn't forget about this and looked at Leng Feng to ask.

Leng Feng shrank his neck and shook his head, saying weakly: "I am incompetent and have not found anything yet."

Leng Jinye was not surprised. After all, this spirit stone was a rare thing and could not be found easily.

After thinking for a moment, Leng Jinye wrote a letter and handed it to Leng Feng: "Give this letter to Wen Shu and ask him to take people to investigate."

"Yes, Master!"

"Xiao Ye Ye, we are back!"

Before the cold wind had gone away, Yun Zhixia's cheerful voice came to my ears.

The two looked up and saw two people and a bird suddenly appear in the imperial study.

Yun Zhixia was wearing a light green dress with a white gauze skirt on the outside. Her hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, revealing her white neck and delicate collarbone.

Zi Ling was dressed in purple as usual. Although she looked a little tired, she was in high spirits.

Wu Jin stood obediently on Yun Zhixia's shoulder, quietly acting as a mascot.

After seeing Yun Zhixia, Leng Jinye swept away his tiredness and quickly walked over to her.

"Zhizhi, you guys have been gone for over a month. What took so long?"

There was some grievance and panic in Leng Jinye's words. After Yun Zhixia left, he couldn't find her.

Hearing this, Yun Zhixia couldn't help but think of Yan Wen, and felt a little uneasy. She coughed twice and began to change the subject.

"Xiao Ye Ye, I have been away from Yunjia Village for a long time. I want to go back tomorrow. It is almost the New Year."

"Zhizhi won't you come with me?"

Leng Jinye was a little unhappy. The political affairs here were very busy and he couldn't get away for the time being.

Leng Jinye in front of him was wearing a red five-clawed dragon robe and a golden crown on his head with a ruby ​​inlaid in the center.

Furthermore, Leng Jinye has a handsome face, a high nose bridge, and charming peach blossom eyes filled with grievances.

Yun Zhixia felt even more uneasy when he looked at her. After all, she had been busy with the affairs of the Floating Cloud Sect for more than a month.

If he knew about Yan Wen, he would be furious!

Leng Jinye saw the flicker in Yun Zhixia's eyes. His eyes darkened slightly and he spoke tentatively.

"Zhizhi has been busy digging graves recently?"

Wu Jin followed his feathers and spoke proudly at these words.

"We're not digging graves. We're killing people."

"The evil cultivators of the Floating Cloud Sect deserve to be killed. They just let Du Ruo escape. This old monster actually dares to think about my sister. Does he really think he is Yan Wen?"