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    Ying Zheng did not reject Zhao Xuan, this thing is of no use to him, and it is just dust in the underground palace.  He remembered that this jade seal was given to Ba Qing's younger brother when he passed away, but the person who brought her coffin back to his hometown reported that Ba Qing's younger brother had gone on a long journey and disappeared.

    Later, this matter was left alone. When he was a hundred years old, he thought that although he had unified the world, he was lonely all his life. Only this strange woman could be regarded as his friend, so he put this seal together in the imperial tomb.  Think about the friendship between the two of them.

    Today, things and people are different, and there is no need to leave this seal anymore.

    Zhao Xuan was not polite at all, and after getting Ying Zheng's consent, she immediately put the jade seal in her sleeve, Qiankun.

    "The descendants of Ba Qing may have appeared in this world, why don't you go and see, she will have acquaintance with you anyway." After putting away the jade seal, Zhao Xuan turned her head, and instantly thought of an excuse to trick Ying Zheng into leaving the underground palace.

    Don't say it, this excuse sounds really good.

    "Ba Qing has no descendants, she is a chaste widow." Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Xuan indifferently, then raised his feet and prepared to go back to the tomb.

    At this moment, Ying Zheng also saw Zhao Xuan's intentions.

    Zhao Xuan followed closely behind Ying Zheng, and said with a smile: "She has no descendants, but the descendants of her witch clan have appeared."

    Ying Zheng ignored her words and continued walking in silence.

    Zhao Xuan rolled her eyes, frowned, and said: "Hey, what are you doing in the tomb of the dead all day long? You can't practice behind closed doors during the whole process of cultivation. If you don't go out to experience it yourself, it will not be easy for you to improve your cultivation in the future."

    "I'm a zombie, so I don't need to cultivate my mind." Ying Zheng paused, and finally opened his mouth.

    Zhao Xuan was stunned for a moment, rolled her eyes, and began to talk nonsense with a stern face: "Whoever said that, no matter if you are a human, a ghost, or a demon, you have to cultivate your mind, even if you are a zombie,  No exception!"

    "Really?" Ying Zheng frowned, and his blood pupils loosened a little.

    His cultivation journey is different from other zombies. Other zombies rely on resentment and human blood to maintain their own strength, but he relies on fairy blood and a set of weapons given by the gods to cultivate his strength.

    Therefore, he really doesn't know much about cultivation.

    "Of course it's true. When did I ever deceive you or hurt you?" Zhao Xuan said with a straight face, and she said it in a serious manner. Ying Zheng really couldn't tell the truth from her face.

    "Okay!" Ying Zheng said slowly.

    Huang Tu's hegemony is a passing moment, and transcending the Three Realms is his current goal.  Since it is beneficial to practice, it doesn't matter if he goes to it once

    In order to improve his cultivation, Ying Zheng was tricked out of the underground palace by Zhao Xuan.

    After a while, the two prepared to leave the underground palace. Before leaving, Ying Zheng told the corpse guards of the underground palace to guard the imperial tomb without any mistakes.

    Obedience to Ying Zheng's orders is like the imprint engraved on the body of the corpse guards. Even though they have become zombies now, they still execute instinctively.

    With them guarding him, Yingzheng is very relieved.

    The clothes and shoes that Zhao Xuan bought for Ying Zheng finally came in handy at this moment.

    Although Ying Zheng really didn't want to wear this kind of clothes, he also knew the saying that when you go to the countryside, you will follow the valley.

    When he went to make a phone call, he had seen other people's clothes. Although he thought this kind of clothes looked awkward, he changed into them after all.

    "Your hair is too long, you need to cut it, men don't have long hair nowadays." Zhao Xuan looked at Ying Zheng's hair, took out a pair of scissors, and wanted to wipe off his hair.

    Ying Zheng reached out with his long arms to stop Zhao Xuan's movements.

    He looked at her deeply, Xuetong didn't have any emotional ups and downs, but Zhao Xuan somehow understood what he meant.

    Zhao Xuan: "With such long hair, if you go out, others will think you are acting. When the time comes, you will be surrounded by people, and I will not rescue you!"

    "I am a king, and I can be compared with an actor." Ying Zheng's bloody eyes were slightly angry.

    How dare you compare him with an actor, really Really How unreasonable!

    Seeing that he was angry, Zhao Xuan didn't dare to tease the dragon's beard again.  "Okay, if you don't cut it, don't cut it, then put your hair up."

    If you have long hair, you have long hair. At most, when people ask, they will say that he is engaged in art, but

    Zhao Xuan rubbed her chin and stared at Ying Zheng for a while, with such a cold and domineering aura, she didn't look like an artist at all, but a bit like the "underworld/society" in current movies

    Zhao Daxian, you are thinking wrong!

    Ying Zheng held the comb thrown by Zhao Daxian, his blood pupils suddenly opened, and he said with a cold face, "Ican't tie a bun."

    Zhao Xuan raised her eyebrows: "If you can't pull it back, then cut it off."

    Ying Zheng: "No, cut."

    Zhao Xuan: " How about letting the corpse guards outside come in to help you?"

    Ying Zheng was silent, staring straight at Zhao Xuan with a pair of bloody eyes, the meaning was very clear, and he wanted her to help tie the bun.

    It's a pity that his cold and handsome face was too stiff, Zhao Xuan didn't understand what he meant.

    Ying Zheng saw that Zhao Xuan didn't understand what he meant. After a long time, he said coldly: "Their hands are not flexible enough, they are dirty!"

    Zhao Xuan rolled her almond-shaped eyes and instantly understood. Pointing at herself with her jade finger, she pulled her face and said in disbelief: "Could it be that you want me to do it yourself! You forget it, I owe you!  "

    Broom Xing Jun exhaled, and resignedly picked up the comb to tie Ying Zheng's hair

    But Xianjun's craftsmanship is not very good, he just tied a simple ponytail.

    After tying it up, I handed Ying Zheng a mirror Don't ask her where the mirror came from!

    Ying Zheng looked at the new hairstyle with no majesty behind him, his stiff brows moved slightly, and in the end he could only accept his fate and compromise.

    After packing it up properly, the two stepped out of the underground palace and entered the mortal world.

    The underground palace is a little far away from the excavated terracotta warriors and horses, but no corpses of immortals and horses that appeared on the hillside out of thin air were found.

    It was noon at this time, and the city of x was in the autumn festival. There was a lot of rain, and it was always wet, and the roads were covered with water.

    However, this kind of weather greatly facilitated Ying Zheng.  Although he is not afraid of the sun, he still dislikes the sun very much.

    Before going down the hill, Yingzheng completely sealed off all the robbery holes around the imperial mausoleum.  How can his mausoleum be trampled by these ordinary people at will.

    The two of them went down the hill, and the further they walked, the more pedestrians they met on the road.

    When passing by the Terracotta Army, Zhao Xuan asked Ying Zheng if he wanted to take a look.

    Ying Zheng quietly looked in the direction of the terracotta warriors, sighed and refused.

    It was just an infantry camp there, so it wasn't real people who were buried with them. Although I felt a little sorry that the yin soldiers I had prepared were disturbed by these ordinary people, it was the past after all, so what's the point of seeing it.

    "Then let's go buy tickets now." Zhao Xuan didn't force him.

    "Ticket?" Ying Zheng was puzzled. The last time he came out, although he knew that "car" was a means of transportation for people, he didn't know that a ticket was needed to ride that thing.

    Zhao Xuan: "Well, the bus ticket, without that, we can't go home!"

    Ying Zheng: "Do you need a car?"

    Isn't she a fairy?  Soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, you can go wherever you want?  Still need something like a "car"?

    Ying Zheng had just stepped into the world, and he knew only a little about the affairs of the world, all of which was told to him by Zhao Xuan before.  Therefore, I can't understand Zhao Daxian's helplessness for the time being.

    Zhao Xuan really wanted to fly through the clouds, but on the clouds, the possibility of a collision is too great, if caught by a mortal camera, it will be a big trouble at that time.

    Zhao Xuan: "In the future, you will know why I have to take a car. By the way, from now on, you will live according to the habits of ordinary people! Don't make any other troubles. People today are not people from the Great Qin Dynasty.  They are so smart that even gods can't stand it!"

    Ying Zheng remained silent, wondering if he had listened.

    Zhao Daxian followed Ying Zheng and chattered for a long time. He felt that everything that should be explained had been explained, so he shut up and took Ying Zheng to the train station.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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