In the study room in the courtyard covered with green bamboos, paper-cut flowers on the window cut the sunlight shining into pieces. The rosewood table worth a thousand gold is complete with pens and inkstones. A half-person-high hidden bronze tripod next to it is burning incense, blending with the ink fragrance, refreshing the mind.

The black and white pottery chains lie quietly on the table, and the woman's expression changed after the table.

The maid Qingzhu was waiting anxiously outside the yard.

"Where did you get this black and white pottery jar from that you dare to deliberately hand it in front of me?"

Ying Zhaojun's tone was full of murderous intent, and it was indescribable. These two black and white pottery wands were birthday gifts she made for Sister Qi, which meant that the little blessed blessings of Sister Qi quickly found a good man. These two pottery wands never left, and were buried with them after their death. How could they appear in this person's hands now?

"This matter is a long story." Chang Xi could understand Ying Zhaojun's complicated mood at this moment, raised his hand to set up a ban to isolate the courtyard, and slowly told the story of him and Ying Zhiyu getting to know each other in the Huangquan Realm.

As Chang Xi finished speaking, he took out a formation plate that had been broken for half and handed it to Ying Zhaojun, who was already in a state of loss of consciousness. Nostalgia and remembrance appeared on his face, and he whispered: "This is the formation plate that Ying Zhiyu gave me to seal two trajectories. I used one when I crossed the borders of the two boundaries. Now there is still a trajectories in the formation plate. I thought, it's time for the things to return to the original owner."

Ying Zhaojun just stared at the broken array plate and the black and white pottery jar. Two lines of clear tears flowed silently. She did not raise her hand to wipe it, allowing the tears to wet her cheeks and clothes.

Then she raised her head and bit her lips tightly. She remembered what Qi Jie said last before leaving.

In the future, Zhaojun is the only one left. You must learn to be strong.

"So, are you from Jiuzhou?" After a long time, Ying Zhaojun calmed down. His eyes were no longer full of murderous intent when he looked at Chang Xi and Yun Mo, but he was filled with unspeakable fatigue and fatigue, which made people feel heartache and cherishing at first sight.

Chang Xi nodded and said nothing more. The topic they talked about today was really heavy. Although the woman sitting opposite them was the Eighth Princess of the Ying royal family, she also suffered from the pain of losing her relatives. Now that he handed over these two pottery shrines and formation plates to her, it was like once again revealing her past scars. The bloody and painful feeling was something that not every woman could tolerate.

Yun Mo is much more pragmatic than Chang Xi and has been cautious in defending the Princess Ying. Although the Eighth Princess was mercilessly exiled to Caishi County by the Demon Emperor, she may not be able to have any connection with the Ying royal family. Perhaps the maids outside have chess pieces used to monitor the princess. They are now in the heart of the Demon Realm, and there will be no support. The two of them can only sail the ten thousand-year-old ship if they are careful.

Ying Zhaojun pushed back the array plate with the magical power of Yuexing and the black and white pottery to Chang Xi, "Since it is something my sister gave you, then please keep it and don't let her down." Ying Zhaojun pressed her hand against her eyebrows and sent the order to expel the guest, "I am tired today, and I don't want to talk about other things, so I will talk about it later."

Chang Xi and Yun Mo looked at each other, stood up neatly, waved their hands to disperse the soundproofing restrictions outside. When the anxious maid Qingzhu rushed in outside the yard, she saw the princess's face full of haggardness and dimness, and her eyes were tugging on the two of them like a knife.

"Qingzhu, arrange for them to live in Youlan Village without having to live in the gardener's room, and then you should also leave. Today I want to be alone and calm down." Ying Zhaojun looked at Qingzhu and gave instructions, then buried her head in the bend of her arms and lay motionless.

It is rare that Qingzhu, who looks like a princess, dares not bother you anymore. She pushed and kicked Chang Xi and the others out of the study, and then brought them to the door carefully.

When everyone left, the woman who was exiled to the border by the Ying royal family trembled slightly, and her uncontrollable tears wet her sleeves. She was strong enough in the eyes of outsiders and still could not curb her longing for her sister. Crying may be the best catharsis.

Qingzhu didn't know what these two "gardeners" said to the princess, and made the princess so haggard and tired, so she was too lazy to give her a good face. She snorted coldly: "The guards and servants in our Youlan Village are all women. Since you two are men, you can't live with us! If you have hands and feet, just build one by yourself."

"Also remember that this sea of ​​orchids is the princess's treasure. If you take good care of it, you will naturally benefit you. But if you don't take good care of it and make the orchids fade and wither, you will wait for the elders of the family to come and collect the corpses for you!"

Qingzhu threw down his harsh words and turned around and left only the two of them with a graceful back.

Yun Mo said with some confusion: "We have provoked her?"

Chang Xi spread his hands, it was a woman's mind that was hard to predict.

Since there was no place to arrange a residence, the two brothers had to do enough food and clothing. The two secretly cut a few treasures of green bamboos that were growing well. The second brother's method of cutting bamboo was very flexible, but if he really had no experience in living in the wild, he seemed clumsy when building the bamboo hut. Chang Xi had to take action, and the two bamboo huts were completed.

When he arrived at the realm of refining the Void, the monk had already fasted his stomach and didn't care if he slept in the wind and slept in the open. But Chang Xi didn't want to let the Wudian Temple idle, so he carried a fishing rod made of green bamboo and cat fishing beside the Tingchao Pavilion. As for why he didn't sit comfortably and wait for the fish to take the bait in the Tingchao Pavilion, it was because Chang Xi observed those servants and maids. Except for the particularly favored Qingzhu, no one had ever entered Tingchao Pavilion. I thought that there was a place where Ying Zhaojun was alone, so he wouldn't touch the bad luck.

The second senior brother stood beside Chang Xi in a lack of interest, looking at the lake water reflecting the color of the sky, frowned and said, "Isn't it too slow to fish like this? Why don't we use some water-based techniques to blow him up, wouldn't it be much more convenient?"

Chang Xi looked up at the second senior brother in anger. Can it be more vulgar?

When he embarked on the road to seeking immortality alone, Chang Xi naturally never got old. He caught a few fat black fish in just one meal. The second senior brother only saw the younger brother skillfully removing scales, cutting his gills and cleaning his stomach, and then he took out a big black pot from the storage bag and a dazzling dozen things he had never seen before.

Yun Mo picked up a green stem from it in surprise, with green leaves at the top and white jade in the middle. The smell was spicy. He shook the things in his hand and asked Chang Xi: "Little brother, what kind of rare spiritual plant are you? Why have I never seen it before?"

"Second Brother...that's not a spiritual plant, that's onion..."

Yun Mo continued to pick up a piece of the ground that tasted more spicy than onions, and asked unwillingly: "This thing looks strange, it must be a spiritual plant, right?"

"Second Brother...that's not a spiritual plant, that's ginger..."

"Then this thing that is shaped like a fairy bird's egg splitting into eight petals... should it be?"

"Sorry, Brother Second, that's not that, that one is called garlic."

Yun Mo sat on the ground. Although he still didn't understand what onion, ginger and garlic were, he knew that he was really embarrassed this time.

When the bonfire was lit, Chang Xi skillfully chopped green onion and ginger and garlic with sword energy. Suddenly the strong aroma wafted out. A few slightly marinated black fish rolled into the big black pot with clear lake water. The second senior brother sat on the wooden pier while controlling the temperature of the bonfire, while watching the little junior brother flying his fingertips as if he was setting up a formation, throwing all kinds of novel things he had never seen into the soup. The fresh smell of the thick white soup made his second senior brother, who was famous in the mountains behind the sky, jumped into greed.

Chang Xi covered the pot and then boiled soup to taste the fish, and said with a smile: "Second Brother, you don't know that these things are normal. What I call seasonings are essential in the secular world. Qingyun Mountain is a sect of immortals and is one of the five sects. Naturally, these secular things will not be used."

The second senior brother nodded and shook his head in a sudden realization, staring at the gurgling black pot without turning around, and smiled: "Just the taste of cooking fish in your pot, it is even more tempting than the top medicinal foods on the Danshen Peak."

The lid of the pot was lifted and the fresh fragrance of fish soup was wafting in the air. The two brothers and sisters squatted beside the pot and feasted with bamboo chopsticks. The tempting smell made several young maids drool in the distance. They didn't come because they were not familiar with the two new gardeners.

The ordinary diet in the Demon Realm seems a bit overwhelming than the colorful ones of Jiuzhou. What's more, these fat black fish were cooked by Chang Xi himself, so it's not surprising that even if you accidentally eat your tongue.

Chang Xi waved to the hesitant young maids and generously asked them to try their skills. Then two or three came over, and Chang Xi used the bamboo tube joints as a bowl, each of whom served a full bowl. The fresh and fragrant and thick fish soup was in his throat. Several maids were completely conquered by the delicious taste of the tip of their tongues, and their eyes were naked and they couldn't wait to finish the fish soup in the bamboo tube.

The bonfire was filled with joy, and the green bamboo looked at two not far away, smiled slightly, and then disappeared in the shade of the tree again.

After three consecutive days, the gate of the study room in the courtyard was not opened, and only Qingzhu occasionally went in to send some food that the princess loved. Chang Xi and Yun Mo were not too idle either. After all, their identities were gardeners. Chang Xi manipulated a small array to give Youlan Flower Bu Yu every day. Out of his understanding of sword energy, Chang Xi simply controlled the sword energy to wander in the sea of ​​flowers, and cut off pests and weeds without harming the roots of flowers and leaves. As for flower fat, he didn't have to worry about it. There would always be some ignorant demons coming to the door to cause trouble, and were finally caught by a group of maids with great cultivation to make it into flower fat to nourish the earth.

In addition, Chang Xi and his second senior brother lived a relaxed and comfortable life. They had nothing to do and watered Bubuyun. They caught a few black fish and boiled the pot at meal time. Then they went to the green bamboo forest to dig a few tender bamboo shoots that had just been unearthed after the rain. This is the case with the immortal life.

Until early morning of the fourth day, Qingzhu came to Zhulu and asked them to see the princess.

When he arrived at the original study room, Ying Zhaojun, who had obviously cried more than one time in the past few days, had a slightly red eye. The two who were only a gardener, sat down directly, but Qingzhu had no strange expression on her face, but walked over and closed the study door.

Ying Zhaojun explained to the two brothers: "Qingzhu is my personal maid and can be trusted. In fact, all the maids and servants in this Youlan Village are sisters who grew up together when they were young. They are all trustworthy, but because this matter involves far-reaching and numerous people are inevitable, so it is enough for the four of us to know about it."

Since this is the case, Chang Xi will naturally not say anything else.

Ying Zhaojun looked at the two people in front of him and said, "You two have gone from Jiuzhou to the Demon Realm. If you only have the cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm, I will not believe it if you kill me."

"The princess is indeed as wise as a torch." Chang Xi smiled slightly, and with the second senior brother, he relieved the Qi-retaining ritual of his body, and the pressure belonging to the Void Refining Realm was immediately aroused.

Qingzhu's breathing stopped for a moment, and she looked shocked. Is it really a realm of refining the Void?

Ying Zhaojun nodded imperceptibly. As expected, these two people had the cultivation level of the Void Refining Realm. After all, from the border of the Northern Region of Jiuzhou to Caishi County in the northwest of the Demon Realm, they had to avoid the blockade of the vanguard guard army along the way, but also had to fight wits and courage with many monsters and spies. It was really difficult to achieve the cultivation level of the Void Refining Realm. Only the cultivators in the Void Refining Realm could barely open the situation on the enemy's territory.

The reason why it is impossible to be a powerful person in the Shenyou Realm is too simple. Anyone who reaches the Shenyou Realm will be the lord of the top power who is in charge of one side, just like Yi Juezi, the leader of the Demon Sect in Zhulu Mountain in the Demon Realm and Batuo Army God who is in charge of the Demon Army behind the Demon Army. Extreme existences like them are all strategic forces of deterrence and cannot be moved easily.

As for why the two of them were obviously from Qingyun Mountain, the Shangwu Sect, which is a famous sect in Jiuzhou, but they can easily control the demonic energy, she was very clever and didn't ask.

She knew what she should know and what she shouldn't know.

Ying Zhaojun leaned forward slightly, crossed his fingers and said in a deep voice: "Since my sister has entrusted you with her at the end of her life, I guess Mr. Chang had some thoughts in his mind when he came?"

Chang Xi nodded, "To be honest with the princess, when my senior brother and I first entered Caishi County, we were robbed and pulled up the mountain by many demons from Zhulu Mountain. We accidentally learned from a guardian of Zhulu Mountain that the Ying royal family was secretly monitoring you."

"The secret surveillance of the Ying royal family? Me?" Ying Zhaojun was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then smiled bitterly: "What else is there for a down-and-out person like me who was kicked out of the house and exiled to the northwest? "What else is there to be surveillance worthy of being surveillance?"

Yun Mo looked straight into Ying Zhaojun's eyes, and said with a straight voice: "The battle for the throne."

Ying Zhaojun was stunned again, and soon the quick-minded eighth princess reacted and sneered: "So that's it. I think it's my three good brothers who were worried that I would be attracted by one of them, so the monster organization secretly monitored me."

Qingzhu, who was quietly bowing his head, suddenly realized in his heart. Then he understood why the little devil who came to harass and provoke him but overestimated his ability increased instead of reducing. It turned out that those guys were cannon fodder sent by the monster organization to spy on the news!

But Ying Zhaojun quickly frowned, looked at Chang Xi and Yun Mo, and asked in confusion: "But what does these have to do with me, a down-and-out princess? If they like to monitor, they should monitor it. Is there anyone who escapes the surveillance of monsters so big? "

Chang Xi's eyes were burning, and his body, who was sitting on the chair, subconsciously leaned forward, looking straight at Ying Zhaojun's eyes that looked seventy-sixth-point like Ying Zhiyu, and said word by word.
Chapter completed!