Chapter 173: 171, The Real and Fake Duan Gong Method (5K, 1/1)

171, The Real and Fake Duan Gong Method (5K, 1/1)

"Huang Daxian?"

Yun Tianqi was stunned by Wang Qing's sudden question.

He looked at the scruffy middle-aged man sniffing hard, his eyes blank:

"I don't know what Huang Daxian, weasel...

I haven't encountered such a thing before; I don't even know what it looks like."

"A weasel is bigger than a rat, smaller than a cat, has a long tail, and sucks blood..." Wang Qing tried to describe the weasel's specific appearance to Yun Tianqi,

Chen's wife had never seen one; she was very surprised and deeply moved, her heart filled with hope, a hope that had not appeared for a long time.

At the same time, it was to show the people around Bu Xu that fortune-telling is unreliable, fickle, and not worth upholding.

If it is really so, why didn't Mother stand with Father? Isn't it said that husband and wife are of one heart?

She said not a word, had her personal maid bring the housekeeper to the front courtyard, and handed her over to Tuoba Jin.

But as time passed, looking at the Gu family, which had developed even more perfectly than in his previous life, he occasionally felt a sense of disorientation. Whenever this happened, his gaze would involuntarily fall on Ningning.

Now, thirty years have passed. What night is this? It is no longer the situation of those days, no longer the Central Plains of those days, and no longer the foolish ruler of the late previous dynasty of those days.

Perhaps because the Noble Consort is sometimes too strict, scolding people at the drop of a hat, it made Wuwu want to gain her approval at all times; competition brings motivation, and the Zichen Palace is becoming more and more lively.

Ye Lin then poured the Clear Poison Powder into it. Lianyu cast a spell to create a whirlpool in the bucket, and within a few breaths, the medicine powder was mixed evenly.

The master and servant stood head to head on either side of Li Yuan's county magistrate's desk, starting to flip through the registers with a rustling sound.

Yet even so, it does not mean they have no rivals. There are always people better than you, and skies beyond skies; this is the truth.

In the blue realm of consciousness, a general clad in black and red battle armor slowly emerged from the void. The newcomer bowed with clasped hands to Wu Luoyang and spoke respectfully.

It was already late summer and early autumn; the breeze blowing against the face carried a touch of coolness, yet the large tree in the courtyard had not yet turned yellow, retaining the last bit of green from Xia Tian.

If used this way, the power of the original innate treasure would be lost by more than half, and this also requires the person to have reached the Golden Core stage. Otherwise, one can only stare helplessly at the innate treasure, unable to use even a fraction of it.

"Ziying, with your husband and sister Zijing by your side, all difficulties can be resolved. I love you both. The past is like passing clouds; accompany your husband through the days ahead, just as now, we are merged into one, without barriers," Yang Xian said deeply.

Even Cheng Jingshen has always held the belief of marrying one person and growing old with that one person; despite Xie Zhaodi doing so many outrageous things, he never thought of abandoning Xie Zhaodi.

But the silence did not last long before being broken; almost the moment the words fell, the tearing sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out. A large hole opened in the chest of the cultivator who had raised the question, the blood-stained tip of the spear pierced through, dripping, dripping, blood gushing forth.

The subordinates memorized the keywords in their hearts and, with a tacit understanding, did not ask deeper questions.

The curly-haired man, a Disaster Messenger fishing in the muddy waters of Heihe Lane, looked at you; you are a celebrity among their Disaster Messengers.

The sudden darkness, which already made the various prisoners locked in the detention cell feel somewhat terrified.

And on this floating massive rock, a long queue had already formed; these people were obviously queuing, preparing to enter the city.

Lu Youyou's heart stirred, and she immediately looked up at the top floor of Huixianju nearby; unfortunately, every window on the top floor of Huixianju was tightly closed, and she could see nothing.

Gao Ning did not say much to him, directly kicked open the box carried by Old Bai, and the white powder inside scattered messily all over the floor.

Xiang Chen weighed the two people in his hands, discovering that with the continuous swinging and striking, their ankles were swelling rapidly; he feared that after a while longer, these two would be left half-paralyzed by his thrashing.