readsfreenovel Chapter 182: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Woman’s Cultivation (3)
Chapter 182: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Woman’s Cultivation (3)
Jun Yu regretted apologizing to her.
I don't know the reason, why can't I just ask him nicely? Why do I have to ask him if he has been bewitched?
Where is the Duanzhuang who was talking to her mother just now?
Just as he was about to speak, Song Zhiyan suddenly walked over, revealing an indescribable caution and seriousness between her brows.
"Sister Sheng, be careful with your words."
"You are not from Qianzhou, so you don't know some of the customs here. In Qianzhou, almost everyone hates the existence of Gu worms. In order to completely drive Gu worms out of Qianzhou, the prefect Jun did not hesitate to send heavy troops to conduct a thorough search, but even so, there are still some lawless people who secretly sell Gu worms on the black market every year."
Song Zhiyan sighed slightly, with deep worry in her eyes.
She whispered softly, "Sister Sheng, don't joke about Gu insects in the future."
"Thank you, Miss Song, for telling me." Song Yuesheng smiled and nodded at her.
Of course she knew that Gu was banned in Qianzhou, so she said this simply to test Song Zhiyan.
As a result, her behavior was just as described in the plot, and she would not fail to tell the rules of Qianzhou just because of the competition.
This is strange.
The option to trigger the wild plot is gone, and the heroine has the same character as in the original plot, so why hasn’t the mission in this world ended yet?
Is it because there are new plots where the heroine wears a human skin mask and can wield a sword?
But...what does the collapse of the heroine's plot have to do with her?
It wasn't her who did it.
It's so awful.
Song Yuesheng was just about to report to the lady of the house when he heard Song Zhiyan say.
"By the way, Sister Sheng, is there any misunderstanding between you and Master Jun? Why did he apologize to you?"
Song Yuesheng turned his head and looked at her a few more times inquiringly.
"What's wrong?" Song Zhiyan touched her face and asked in confusion, "Is there something dirty on my face?"
"I just think Miss Song's makeup looks good, and I also want to go to the silver shop to buy the same rouge." Song Yuesheng smiled at her with a hint of teasing in his smile.
When Song Zhiyan heard this, her mind was a little stuck. She didn't expect Song Yuesheng to compliment her makeup.
Although I had some doubts in my heart, I was also secretly happy.
After all, no one is unwilling to listen to nice words.
Therefore, she told Song Yuesheng Yanzhi's name.
Song Yuesheng nodded, then turned around and said goodbye to the prefect's wife: "Today's competition was full of unexpected events. I'm sorry to have made you laugh. I have something important to do, so I'll leave first. I hope you can understand."
The prefect's wife sat on an exquisite wooden chair with a smile on her face.
She waved her hand gently: "It's okay, go ahead. The "Drunken Peach Blossom" in the Silver House is well-known. If you are a little late, you will have to wait for ten days or half a month. The "Red Gauze Makeup" is also very popular among the elders. Since Miss Sheng is here to visit Qianzhou, why not buy it and give it to the elders at home when you go home."
"Thank you for your kindness, ma'am, but my parents died when I was young. I have been alone for many years, so I will just be drunk on peach blossoms."
Although the prefect's wife misunderstood her intention to leave, Song Yuesheng still followed her words.
When the prefect's wife heard this, her smiling face froze instantly.
She didn't expect that her enthusiastic introduction would inadvertently touch Song Yuesheng's scar.
No wonder the little girl was so skilled in bandaging her injuries. She poured wine on her wounds but didn't even cry out in pain.
She wanted to apologize for her rudeness, but when she looked up, Song Yuesheng was gone.
"Where's Miss Sheng?"
The old nanny said, "Madam, she just left."
The prefect's wife sighed.
That's it.
If they meet again in Qianzhou in the future, she will apologize for her words and actions today.
She adjusted her thoughts and said to the guests, "Ladies and gentlemen, the competition is over. You don't need to watch anymore."
When everyone heard this, they left one after another with the people they had invited.
However, a small number of people followed Song Yuesheng and chased out.
The man had inappropriate thoughts when he heard that Song Yuesheng was alone.
The women couldn't stand the fact that Song Zhiyan had occupied the title of the talented woman of Qianzhou for many years. The young masters of the noble families would always mention Song Zhiyan, and it was extremely difficult for other women to get to know her. Therefore, they wanted Song Yuesheng, who looked like her, to temper Song Zhiyan's arrogance.
But they lost the person just after they left Jun Mansion and had to return to Su Garden.
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"Miss, you've made the right choice to come to our weapons shop. We have the best weapons within a few miles! No matter what kind of weapons you want, our shop has them. Of course, if you are not satisfied, you can tell us what you want, and we will make them for you with the best materials."
In an arms shop on West Street, the waiter pointed at the swords, spears, and halberds in the shop and enthusiastically tried to sell them to Song Yuesheng.
Song Yuesheng looked around and said, "Then let's build a set of weapons for the Arctic Ice Plateau."
The waiter looked at the other customers in the store, his eyes wandering and hesitant: "Girl, you are joking, there is no such place in the world."
In this world, although only humans are unaware of the existence of the Ice Plateau, the war tens of thousands of years ago was so brutal that no one from the three races of gods, demons, and ghosts took the initiative to mention it.
Even if we ask, there are only two people from both sides present.
No one had ever stopped someone and asked him a question in person in a shop like Song Yuesheng did.
In addition, the waiter could not see the evil aura on Song Yuesheng and thought she was an important figure from the gods or ghosts, so he pretended to be confused and knew nothing about anything.
Even though Song Yuesheng stated that she and he were from the same demon race, the waiter thought she was trying to get close to him on purpose.
no way.
Song Yuesheng had no choice but to leave and go to the next weapons shop run by a demon clan.
She went to three companies in a row, but was disappointed with each one.
No one wants to forge weapons.
"Sister Yue, you don't have to worry. The original owner cultivated his own weapon after a hundred years. A hundred years is very fast for a monster. It will pass in the blink of an eye."
Blue Sparrow decided to give her some advice.
Otherwise, if Sister Yue goes to some plateau now and she dies accidentally, it will also die.
Song Yuesheng thought the sparrow spirit was too stupid.
If she wanted weapons, why would she bother going to the Ice Plateau?
What she is worried about is the identities of the male and female protagonists after they have gone through the ordeal.
Suppose she wants to do something, and the heroine uses the magic weapon of the gods to monitor her in real time, then she will be doomed.
In this world, the skill of magic is very important.
Therefore, the later you find the right weapon, the later your cultivation will be.
Suddenly, a handsome face quietly came in front of Song Yuesheng, with a sly and playful smile: "Little demon...Puff——"
However, before the smile could fully bloom, an iron fist suddenly fell like thunder and hit his abdomen solidly.
"Hehe, you're murdering me, you little witch." A trace of pain appeared on Feng Zhi's face.
Fortunately, he used magic to block the force in time, otherwise he would have been knocked away by this little witch's punch.
After Song Yuesheng saw who it was, he put his fist down as if nothing had happened.
She said to him, "As long as a stranger's breath gets too close to me, I will attack. This is instinct and I can't change it. Shopkeeper Feng, don't get close next time."
"No problem. All you have to do is keep the smell of this shopkeeper in mind."
Feng Zhi walked towards Song Yuesheng as he spoke, then put his arm around her shoulders and held her in his arms. The black fan then opened, covering half of their faces.
He raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashing with a smile: "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. If you go to the Ice Region Plateau with your small body, you will definitely end up with your soul torn apart. You'd better remember the taste of this shopkeeper first."
"You can smell it as long as you want. I don't mind~"
The ending of his tone rose slightly, which sounded quite coquettish.
Feng Zhi, the shopkeeper of Yuhuchun, is a playboy by nature and is often close to women. People on the street have long been accustomed to it.
Song Yuesheng was speechless.
He really looks exactly like Fatty Orange.
On the first day when Fatty Ju came to Liang Yi Inn, he was also very affectionate to her and was very good at acting coquettishly and cutely.
But it was really indifferent when it ignored people, baring its teeth and barking at her.
If Song Yuesheng hadn't thrown the orange cat out, sealed the room she was in with her spiritual power, and used two days to tame its temper, the orange cat might have scratched her with its claws when it ignored her.
"Little demon girl~"
The sticky and coquettish voice came to my ears again.
Song Yuesheng came back to her senses, raised her eyes, and asked what he meant: "Do you really want me to remember the smell of you?"
Feng Zhi's smile deepened: "Of course. I've already said that you and I are from the same clan, so we should sit down and talk. This will make it easier for us to take care of each other in the future."
Of course it's fake.
He is not a kind-hearted doctor who has patience with everyone.
On the one hand, curiosity is at work.
Feng Zhi wanted to know what the purpose of this little demon girl who suddenly appeared and had practiced for three hundred years coming to Qianzhou was, and she looked exactly like Song Zhiyan.
on the other hand……
Feng Zhi glanced at the black folding fan in his hand.
If he hadn't held the wind and fire fan that could reveal the cultivation level of any demon, he would not have recognized that she was also a demon.
Because there is no evil spirit at all in her.
The next moment, Feng Zhi heard her smiling voice.
"Okay, let's go."