Zhang Shiwen told her all the tools and materials she needed, and told her where to buy them.

Zhuchen estimated his remaining assets and couldn't bear to tell him how poor he was.

She also knows that money is a good thing and can solve a lot of problems. Wouldn't she want to be a rich person?

She was just enduring the sadomasochistic love that poverty had on her.

Zhuchen turned his back and said deeply: "You have to do it yourself."

Zhang Shiwen was greatly admired and ashamed of his own narrow-mindedness: "The Immortal Lord is right!"

Zhuchen was embarrassed to leave this man who was about to become an old father to work in vain, not to mention that they had nothing here and had no conditions to retain talents. It would be okay to ask them to correct them. She quickly changed the topic and said: "Just wait a moment.

, I’ll go in and get a tool.”

She ran back to the bamboo house early in the morning and tiptoed into the bedroom to make sure that Feng Weiye was still asleep. She lifted up the quilt that had slipped halfway to the floor, tucked the corners for him, and then took off his jacket from the bedside.

The sword came over.

A blue light flashed across the Hanxu Sword and was quickly extinguished. She held it in her hand without any resistance.

Zhuchen's cultivation level is not enough to refine the natal magic weapon, so when she needs it, she goes to borrow Feng Buye's weapon. The master is generous and usually won't refuse, so the Hanxu Sword is considered obedient in her hands.

She took her sword and ran out happily.

Zheng Kang was not good at words. He saw her moving a piece of wood from the ground and looking around. It seemed that she was really determined to build a house by herself. He was a little anxious and stumbled and interjected: "But it's difficult to do this. Corner posts, supporting legs,

Dougongs need to be made by one person without tools, which is very troublesome. Moreover, the foundations and walls must be built. Rammed earth is required. It is best to have more people."

Zhang Shiwen nodded accordingly.

It took them no less than four years to build a palace. During this period, countless craftsmen came and went, and many people even died. If a layman like Zhuchen wanted to live in the house he built, he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.

Zhuchen lowered her head and slashed it with her sword. The hard piece of wood in her hand immediately lost a corner like tofu, which shocked the two brothers Zhang Shiwen into speechlessness.

Zheng Kang shut his mouth tightly.

Zhuchen cut out a prototype of a component, and then he raised his head and asked, "Ah? What did you just say?"

Zheng Kang shook his head humbly.

Zhang Shiwen's clothes were fluttering, he clasped his fists again, and said with deep admiration: "The Immortal Lord is worthy of being an Immortal Lord!"

Zhuchen looked at the sword in his hand again and slowly understood.

The ancients were so pitiful that they couldn't even say "fuck".

When Feng Changyin came back, the three of them were sitting on the ground whittling wood. There was a pile of scattered parts on the ground.

Feng Changyin jumped off the sword and said cheerfully: "Senior sister, I'm back!"

Zhang Shiwen heard the commotion and quickly put down what he was holding, stepped forward and asked, "How is Wu Niang?"

Feng Changyin grinned at him: "I gave birth to a son!"

Zhang Shiwen almost cried with joy. He turned around with dancing joy, pinched Zheng Kang's arm, and shouted loudly: "Oh, I'm going to be a father! He's a big fat boy!"

Feng Changyin murmured: "He's not a fat boy, is he..." He's quite thin. His skin is also red.

Zhang Shiwen was so happy that he didn't care about his description at all. He kept bowing and thanking the two of them, and his whole body was filled with joy.

Feng Changyin spoke politely to him, but was still not used to his enthusiasm. He turned around and saw Zhuchen grabbing the hem of his clothes and carefully wiping the long sword in his hand.

Although Zhuchen uses it very eclectically, it is the master's sword after all, and he will still clean it carefully before returning it.

She blew a long breath toward the sword blade to prevent wood chips from getting on it, and then wiped it carefully several times with a soft cloth.

Feng Changyin was stunned and stopped talking: "Senior sister, your sword..."

Zhuchen lowered his voice and said, "It's Master's sword. I'll borrow it for now. Don't tell him such a trivial matter."

"ah……"

Feng Changyin's small face wrinkled. He wanted to say that this was the master's natal magic weapon. A master of swordsmanship like Feng Buye had practiced for hundreds of years. When he refined his natal magic weapon, he also condensed some of his own soul into it. She

If you blow on the sword, the master may feel itchy.

Even though he was young, he knew that this was a very embarrassing matter. His master didn't even say it, and he was too embarrassed to tell Zhuchen directly, so he tactfully said: "The Hanxu Sword cannot be stained."

Zhuchen said seriously: "I know, but I just can't pass the test in my heart."

For example, you must wash your hands after going to the toilet, and you must rinse your mouth after eating. Monastics usually pinch it to make it clean, but if it doesn't work in the morning, they must see the water.

——Wow! Feng Changyin thought to himself: If I tell you the truth, maybe those picky problems of yours will be cured.

Zhuchen Wu wiped his sword clean on his own, and was about to ask his junior brother to help send Zhang Shiwen and the others home, when there was some movement from the bamboo house.

Feng Changyin was the first to hear it, his expression changed, he didn't care about anything else, and pulled Zhuchen in together.

They saw Feng Buye sitting cross-legged on a wooden bed in the middle. He opened his eyes and looked at them with a pair of pupils that were much darker than before.

When their eyes met, the two apprentices burst into tears.

Feng Buye has always been aloof and aloof. He has been cultivating Taoism for many years, and his body has the same cold aura as Bai Mei.

When you are with him, you can see that he has great compassion for all things in the world, but it is a kind of compassion that is aloof and independent of the world. It is never for a certain person or thing.

If you look into his eyes, you will feel that his eyes are cold, but sitting next to him, you can feel the gentleness in him.

"Be less selfish and have few desires, and don't be influenced by external things." Perhaps this is what monks all over the world want.

Now he is surrounded by demonic aura. He is not as untouchable as before, but has an evil and sycophantic temperament inexplicably.

Feng Changyin and Zhuchen just stood at the door and looked at him, fearing to disturb his aura. It was Feng Buye who glanced at their faces one after another, and then said: "Changyin, your senior sister and I have something to say.

explain."

Feng Changyin nodded obediently and backed away from the bamboo house.

A few unburned incense sticks were lit on the wooden table nearby, and the white smoke flowed upward smoothly, turning into a light fragrance floating leisurely.

The bright light shone on the hem of Feng Buye's clothes spread flat on the bed, and the fine dust floating in the air could be seen emitting fine white light and slowly clinging to his clothes.

Changed.

The Piaoran Immortal, who is not stained by dust, does not touch soil, and does not eat fireworks, is truly possessed by a demon.

Feng Buye waved his hand, and Zhuchen woke up from his daze, ran to him in small steps, and put the Hanxu Sword on the table.

She raised her hand to salute, but the latter clasped her wrist and turned it, pointing his slender fingers to the section covered by the sleeves, and asked, "Why is it hurt?"

Zhuchen looked along and realized that he was injured on Pu Feng Mountain.

Pu Fengshan has always been responsible for exterminating demons and protecting the Tao, and has never produced a demon cultivator disciple. When Feng Buyi became a demon, the evil spirit was about to break through the sky, and a group of disciples gathered at the foot of the mountain with swords, saying that they wanted to clean up the door.

Little did they know that the last person waiting for them would be the master uncle they looked up to.

They were overconfident, but Zhuchen was so unsatisfied at that time.

Zhuchen whispered: "When I left the mountain gate, I accidentally fell."

Feng Buye was silent for a moment before saying, "They stopped you?"

Zhuchen couldn't say anything: "It didn't stop me at all." Of course, she didn't touch porcelain.

Feng Buye frowned slightly. Even if this movement was very slight, it was extremely rare for him. He said coldly: "You shouldn't bully our disciples."

Zhuchen paused again, thinking that Feng Buye was being willful... which was also very unreasonable.

Feng Buye pinched his fingers into a secret and gently brushed it. The wound that was still itchy in the morning immediately felt cold, and the scabbed crack healed quickly, and no pain was felt anymore.

In the past, this was just an extremely simple technique, but now it caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Feng Buye's forehead.

Now that he has become a demon, how can he use the magic of the Immortal Sect again?

Zhuchen was so frightened by him that he took his hand back as if he was electrocuted.

"Master, this injury is not harmful. I will rest for two days and it will be fine."

Feng Buye closed his eyes in the middle of the night, and a little sadness appeared in his pupils, which had never seen any emotion, as if a stone had fallen.

His voice was low, and he said word for word to Zhuchen: "It's not good to be possessed by a demon."

Zhuchenxin said, she naturally knew that being possessed by a demon was not good, so why did she still need to try?

She clasped her hands behind her back and wanted to ask him why. But the matter was at this point, and it was useless to dwell on the reason. Feng Buye understood better than she did the consequences of becoming possessed.

Feng Buye has been cultivating Taoism for a long time. When the demonic energy wanders in the meridians, it collides with the Tao bones in his body. Everywhere is as painful as a knife, as if it is about to be crushed and reshaped in Nirvana.

He looked at Zhuchen with soft eyes and spoke hoarsely, with an unexplainable emotion: "It hurts too much." This was how he felt.

I can't help but feel sour in my heart every morning.

Even Feng Wei would cry out in pain, which must be bone-shattering pain. But she didn't know how to comfort her. After thinking for a moment, she carefully said: "Master, Pu Feng Mountain is full of spiritual energy, so it is not convenient to live there for a long time. Although this place is desolate,

But the victory is purity. Let’s live here for the time being, okay?”

Feng Buye studied Taoism in Pufeng Mountain since he was a child. His sect is the leader in the world. Everyone says that Pufeng Mountain is the closest place to Taoism, only half a step away from the Immortal Gate of Heavenly Palace. How many people want to die there.

In that land.

Zhuchen was anxious at the time and brought Feng Buye out directly. He thought that Feng Buye would refuse when he woke up, but unexpectedly a pair of big hands pressed on the top of her head, rubbed her head and said without hesitation: "

good."
To be continued...