Chapter: 932
"Has no one ever imitated Fu Qingyang and mastered rule-based skills?"
Guan Ya gave an affirmative answer:
"Of course, the Fu family, the white tiger soldiers, once set off an upsurge of specialized insights. Many people in the Fu family even began to practice slashing day after day. But no one can succeed. After so many years, only He Zuo entered the room in the field of insight and was called Xiao Qingyang."
After a pause, Guan Ya said:
"My guess is that when the insight and specialization are practiced to the extreme, Fu Qingyang will see all the countermeasures that the opponent may have. At this time, he will end these countermeasures in some way, and it is inevitable The rules thus arise."
"Is your guess accurate?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed doubts.
"Fu Qingyang also said so." Guan Ya snorted softly.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had a deeper agreement with Fu Qingyang's evaluation.
Guan Ya is indeed a piece of rubbish. She clearly has a powerful talent, but she is a salted fish.
After Zhu Rong left, she didn't continue to watch the game and went straight back to reality.
She got up from the chaise longue, took off her coat, walked to the bookshelf, and lightly pressed the mechanism disguised as a light switch.
At the bottom of the bookshelf is a slide rail, which slides silently to one side after pressing the switch.
Behind the bookshelf is a dark room, illuminated only by two crystal lotus lamps, the light is dim.
In the dark room, there is a table covered with yellow silk. Two red candles are inserted in the candlestick on the table. Under the candlestick is a copper basin containing glutinous rice, copper coins strung with red threads, and yellow paper talismans painted with cinnabar. A porcelain bowl filled with an unknown liquid, as well as incense, copper bells, an octagonal mirror, and three ruby-like clear leaves
There is also a palm-sized puppet.
This puppet has no facial features and is the roughest human form.
Zhu Rong walked to the table where the yellow silk was laid, and stared at the table in a daze. The name of this table was "Evil Dharma Table". Yes, it was a prop.
The props left to her by the Demon King.
All items on the table are part of the props.
Zhu Rong raised her hand and gently stroked the edge of the table, as if the man's voice echoed in her ears:
"One month is up, Miss Zhu, I am very satisfied with you. According to the agreement, you can leave. Ah yes, before you leave, I will give you a prop."
"It's called the 'Evil Dharma Table'. It is a prop for witches and gu masters. It has the quality of a saint. It has the functions of cursing and cutting blessings. As the saying goes, one night couples are blessed for a hundred days. In this month, we have been husband and wife every day. This prop Treat it as a souvenir for you."
"Besides, I will come to Zhu's house to look for you when I have time to spare."
That parting was the farewell between Zhu Rong and Mo Jun.
Later, that is, last month, Zhu Rong heard that the demon king died.
"Monarch, you died too early, how could you die so easily, you should have been killed by my own hands" Zhu Rong muttered to herself, her eyes seemed sad and happy, hatred and resentment.
Unbelievable guy.
Zhu Rong took a deep breath, a morbid smile appeared on her delicate face:
"But it doesn't matter, I have found your substitute, I will make him miserable, let him indulge in carnal desire, make him lose his dignity, and make him never forget me like you did to me back then."
She picked up a leaf and threw it into the brass medicine jar, picked up the pestle in her jade hand, and crushed it lightly. JrNovels.com
Guan Ya gave an affirmative answer:
"Of course, the Fu family, the white tiger soldiers, once set off an upsurge of specialized insights. Many people in the Fu family even began to practice slashing day after day. But no one can succeed. After so many years, only He Zuo entered the room in the field of insight and was called Xiao Qingyang."
After a pause, Guan Ya said:
"My guess is that when the insight and specialization are practiced to the extreme, Fu Qingyang will see all the countermeasures that the opponent may have. At this time, he will end these countermeasures in some way, and it is inevitable The rules thus arise."
"Is your guess accurate?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed doubts.
"Fu Qingyang also said so." Guan Ya snorted softly.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had a deeper agreement with Fu Qingyang's evaluation.
Guan Ya is indeed a piece of rubbish. She clearly has a powerful talent, but she is a salted fish.
After Zhu Rong left, she didn't continue to watch the game and went straight back to reality.
She got up from the chaise longue, took off her coat, walked to the bookshelf, and lightly pressed the mechanism disguised as a light switch.
At the bottom of the bookshelf is a slide rail, which slides silently to one side after pressing the switch.
Behind the bookshelf is a dark room, illuminated only by two crystal lotus lamps, the light is dim.
In the dark room, there is a table covered with yellow silk. Two red candles are inserted in the candlestick on the table. Under the candlestick is a copper basin containing glutinous rice, copper coins strung with red threads, and yellow paper talismans painted with cinnabar. A porcelain bowl filled with an unknown liquid, as well as incense, copper bells, an octagonal mirror, and three ruby-like clear leaves
There is also a palm-sized puppet.
This puppet has no facial features and is the roughest human form.
Zhu Rong walked to the table where the yellow silk was laid, and stared at the table in a daze. The name of this table was "Evil Dharma Table". Yes, it was a prop.
The props left to her by the Demon King.
All items on the table are part of the props.
Zhu Rong raised her hand and gently stroked the edge of the table, as if the man's voice echoed in her ears:
"One month is up, Miss Zhu, I am very satisfied with you. According to the agreement, you can leave. Ah yes, before you leave, I will give you a prop."
"It's called the 'Evil Dharma Table'. It is a prop for witches and gu masters. It has the quality of a saint. It has the functions of cursing and cutting blessings. As the saying goes, one night couples are blessed for a hundred days. In this month, we have been husband and wife every day. This prop Treat it as a souvenir for you."
"Besides, I will come to Zhu's house to look for you when I have time to spare."
That parting was the farewell between Zhu Rong and Mo Jun.
Later, that is, last month, Zhu Rong heard that the demon king died.
"Monarch, you died too early, how could you die so easily, you should have been killed by my own hands" Zhu Rong muttered to herself, her eyes seemed sad and happy, hatred and resentment.
Unbelievable guy.
Zhu Rong took a deep breath, a morbid smile appeared on her delicate face:
"But it doesn't matter, I have found your substitute, I will make him miserable, let him indulge in carnal desire, make him lose his dignity, and make him never forget me like you did to me back then."
She picked up a leaf and threw it into the brass medicine jar, picked up the pestle in her jade hand, and crushed it lightly. JrNovels.com
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