Heretic Doctor Zihou

In Muxuan courtyard, bunches of white locust blossoms are blooming on the huge green locust tree. The scattered petals are flying with the wind, fluttering, like flying butterflies.

Under the locust tree at this time, a white figure was sitting lazily on the stone bench. The scroll in his hand was turned page by page from time to time, the pale yellow color, and the light ink of the old scrolls scattered in the wind.

Zihou holds the book in one hand and propped his chin in the other, sometimes frowning, sometimes feeling emotional, sometimes thinking deeply, and seems to be attracted by the description in this book.

In the past few days, she moved some of the books in the study room of the General's Mansion and read it, hoping to learn more about the world. After all, if you want to live in an unfamiliar world, you must at least understand the world. The previous Zihou had a poor understanding of the previous world. Apart from the Seven Princes, he still knew little about other things. So that now she wants to know something, she has to look through the book.

However, through reading these days, she has learned a lot.

The world she now lives in is called the Boundless Continent. Respect Wu here, strength determines everything. The mainland is divided into four countries, namely Xichu, Nanyun, Beicang, and the east. Among them, the major powers and schools are active, large and small, and their momentum is even higher than the imperial power. There are countless cultivators here, but the most powerful is the profound master who cultivates profound energy. It's just that cultivating Xuan requires talent, not everyone can cultivate Xuan. Most people still can only practice vigor, that is, the forging of *.

The levels of Xuanshi from low to high are: Chi Xuan, Qing Xuan, Lan Xuan, Zi Xuan, Mo Xuan. As for Mo Xuan, it is a legendary existence.

These books have different sources and different contents. For example, after she once saw in an ancient book the endless mountains beyond the far north of the continent, there existed the legendary Yunmiao Holy Land. The area is vast and boundless, there are countless dangerous places such as deep valleys and plateaus, swamps and cold pools. Magical beasts, rare elixir, countless. Not only that, there are countless strong people there, and the existence of legends abounds, so that is the real heaven for cultivators. However, there is no record in most books. As a result, she did not know whether such a magical place existed.

The breeze slowly dropped the petals. The floating Luoying, and the curled hair like a cloud and ink leisurely. Jingyi's figure, like a moon in Tsinghua University, is a landscape of its own, which cannot be portrayed with a brilliant pen.

Not far away, Ya'er, the girl who came to call Zihou for dinner, wanted to say something and stopped. She couldn't help but stared blankly, and suddenly forgot her purpose.

"Is it time for lunch?" Zihou naturally felt Ya'er approaching. She retracted her gaze on the book and turned around slowly.

In an instant, time seemed to be stunning for a moment, forgetting the passage; the sun was also ashamed of such a beautiful scenery and turned dim.

Alluring face, bullying Saixue.

The eyebrows are not drawn but ink, and the red lips are not dotted. The agile eyes, lingering with the amorous feelings of spring water, shining brightly as you look forward to the flow, enough to fill the world!

It looks like the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, and looks like a flower of spring and dawn. The face is facing the sky, no fandai. The end is pure and pure, the end is pure and unparalleled. But the flying ink hair, inadvertently touched the vermilion lips, red and black, rippling with extreme charm, coquettish and stunning.

Rao Shi Ya'er has seen her many times, and now goodbye, she is still in a kind of intoxication. She didn't recover until she saw the opposite Zihou holding a book and shaking it in front of her eyes. Suddenly his complexion was red, and he lowered his head and replied, "Huh? What?"

"I said it's lunch time?" Zihou rolled his eyes. The reaction to Ya'er, the girl in his heart, was already unable to complain. Although the appearance of this body was a bit too outstanding, it was amazed when she first saw it. But you don’t have to watch it every day, right?

"Yes, yes..." Ya'er replied quickly.

She wondered why the lady has changed so much these days. Every time I see the young lady today, she will look like she has been robbed of her soul. She had obviously seen this face before, but for some reason, she doesn't seem to know how beautiful it is now!

"Then, let's go." When Zihou put down the book and got up, a thought came to mind. The appearance of this body is too outstanding. Although grandpa, father and mother are handsome men and beautiful women, her face seems a bit too good?

After thinking about it a little bit, Zihou didn't go into the investigation too deeply.

"Ya'er, how is Brother Ziyu now?" After lunch, Zihou suddenly remembered that she had been born again for several days, but she had never seen her unimpressed brother.

The eldest brother Wei Ziyu in my impression is a man who is extremely good in looks and talents. He practiced art of war and studied articles diligently since he was a child, and he is a rare genius in cultivation. Such a man, so dazzling, should be impressive? For some reason, the previous Zihou was vague to this so-called brother and could hardly remember his appearance.

The few pitiful memories in my mind and the vaguely mosaic-like face made Zihou very speechless. Is this still her brother?

"Hey." Saying Wei Ziyu, Ya'er's delicate face immediately showed a tangled color, and sighed vigorously. "The old man is still like this. After that serious injury and unable to walk, he shut himself in his yard. Here, one pass lasts for five years, and almost never came out!" Ya'er felt sorry. What a beautiful person the old man used to be, dazzling like the sun in the sky, now she feels very pity and distressed.

Hearing this, Zihou opened his eyes in surprise, "What are you talking about, brother Ziyu can't walk with his legs?" I can't blame Zihou for being so surprised. Because in the remaining memory, Wei Ziyu only suffered minor injuries and returned to the mansion to recuperate. After recovering from the injury, he never went out and stayed in the mansion.

"Yes, miss, don't you know?" Ya'er nodded, but she was puzzled. This is such a big thing, the young lady shouldn’t be ignorant...

Rely on it!

The corners of the mouth of Zihou twitched fiercely, and she said to the original owner that she was unable to complain and almost kneeled to her. For such a big matter, she has just changed the version here. She has never cared about her brother in recent years. She believed that she had been in the water and kicked by a donkey!

Shaking his head, Zihou resigned himself to his fate and got up, thinking that his mess might be cleaned up, "Let's go, go to my brother."