No wonder triggering the secret inheritance system would actually give such a thing. Zhou Zhao's heart was as clear as a mirror, knowing the use of the Red Luan Smoke.
"Humans die for wealth and birds die for food. For a good future, I'll do it!”
Zhou Zhao's heart was filled with twists and turns. Clenching the wooden bucket in his hand tightly, he gritted his teeth and hardened his heart. Martial arts was divided into: unranked, third-rate experts, second-rate experts, first-rate experts, and Xiantian experts. The Quanzhen Seven Sons were all first-rate experts, but they couldn't stop Hong Luanyan.
Watching Sun Bu 'er leave, Zhou Zhao suppressed the surging tide of his heart and silently followed the disciples to eat dinner. Finally, he found his own room.
Zhou Zhao was a third generation disciple of Quan Zhen Sect. The living environment was not bad and the bedroom was clean and tidy. It was simple and elegant with an ancient feel to it. The faint charm and artistic conception made Zhou Zhao, a modern person who had experienced two lifetimes, enjoy it very much.
In the blink of an eye, five days had passed. These few days, Zhou Zhao was familiarizing himself with Quan Zhen Sect's environment while scouting for Sun Bu 'er's whereabouts.
"Bang!"
A heavy sound of falling rang out. A young Taoist priest with a gloomy expression and a thin face stood with a sword in his hand. He looked expressionlessly at his fellow disciples who had fallen.
"Do you understand this move?"
"I understand, Senior Brother Zhao!"
He fell to the ground with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. The younger Taoist priest curled up his body in fear.
"F * ck, so ruthless! Tsk tsk tsk!"
Zhou Zhao, who was passing by in the distance, didn't look sideways. He carried a wooden bucket filled with sewage and passed by. This Daoist who was standing with a sword was extremely famous. The third generation eldest disciple of Quan Zhen Sect, Zhao Zhijing, was venting his anger on his junior brother because he had failed to compete with Yin Zhiping for the position of the third generation First Disciple.
Zhou Zhao calculated and asked a few more senior brothers. He already knew that he had missed the opportunity to meet Yang Guo. Now, Yang Guo had already turned against Quan Zhen Sect and joined Ancient Tomb Sect.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhijing was Wang Chuyi's disciple, so he couldn't care less about Zhou Zhao. Thinking of tonight's plan, Zhou Zhao hurriedly left to avoid any complications.
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The sky gradually darkened, and the night enveloped Mount Zhongnan.
At this moment, the disciples of Quan Zhen Sect gradually returned to their rooms to rest. After a few days of investigation, he already knew that Sun Bu 'er had the habit of taking a walk after dinner and then going to the Chongyang Palace to practice his sword techniques. He should still be practicing his sword techniques in the Chongyang Palace at this time.
Zhou Zhao cautiously entered a quiet room in a hall. Although Sun Bu 'er and Ma Yu were Taoist partners, they did not often stay together. As the Hierarch, Ma Yu was troubled by worldly affairs and had to cultivate at night. Coupled with the tranquility of Taoist skills, Zhou Zhao was not afraid that Ma Yu would appear here at this time.
Actually, what Zhou Zhao did not know was that although the two of them were called dao companions, because of Ma Yu's hidden illness, they had never stayed overnight, not to mention the matter of a man and a woman.
Sun Bu 'er's quiet room had already been lit with musks by the handymen. Green smoke lingered around the room, and a huge character was written on the wall. In the middle of the quiet room was a green futon. The decoration was simple and clear at a glance.
Opening the bronze incense burner, Zhou Zhao took out the Red Luan Smoke from his system Backpack. Although it was called the Red Luan Smoke, it was actually a scarlet red incense stick. It could burn for two hours when lit, and it had a faint fragrance that stimulated the desire in the bottom of one's heart. Anyone below the Connate level would not be able to escape.
Zhou Zhao estimated the burning time of the muskiness and placed the red luan smoke in the middle of the muskiness. He covered the lid of the incense burner and suppressed his wildly beating heart. Only then did he slowly exit Sun Bu 'er's quiet room.
An hour later, the beautiful Sun Bu 'er, dressed in Taoist robes, leisurely returned from the back of Chongyang Palace with a sword in hand. She did not know that in the distance, a young disciple watched her return to her room before leaving with narrowed eyes.
Sun Bu 'er first took a bath and washed up before returning to the quiet room. She was wearing a loose Daoist robe, and her black hair was loose, exuding the aura of a mature woman. However, her expression was slightly solemn as she circulated her internal energy and sat on the futon. Coupled with the green smoke that surrounded her, she looked like a jade girl who had descended to the mortal world. Her graceful figure was ethereal.
As the night deepened, the incense in the incense burner gradually burned halfway. A scarlet incense stick was lit, and a faint fragrance seeped out. It wrapped around Sun Bu 'er's nose and was inhaled by her.
Sun Bu 'er circulated his zhenqi, and his mind was clear. He smelled a faint, faint fragrance, but he didn't notice anything wrong. He only thought that the musky smell today was special.
In the middle of the night, the Chongyang Palace was silent. A figure silently walked through the corridor. Zhou Zhao's heart was beating wildly and he was extremely nervous. Before long, he had already arrived in front of Sun Bu 'er's quiet room.
Zhou Zhao was cautious and did not immediately open the door. Instead, he leaned closer to the door and listened. A deep and pleasant voice came from the quiet room, intermittent and indistinct, causing Zhou Zhao's heart to heat up.
"Is Martial Uncle here?"
Zhou Zhao tidied his clothes and knocked on the door to ask in a soft voice.
In the quiet room, ever since Sun Bu 'er inhaled the Red Luan Smoke, as time passed, his body suddenly became hot and dry. He couldn't help but think about the matters between men and women, and the fire in his heart swelled.
Sun Bu 'er, who was immersed in his own body, heard the man's voice suddenly coming from outside the silent door. The fire in his heart rose with a whoosh, and his voice became louder.
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