Li Ji turned his eyes to a woman who was waving her clothes and pestle. She was no different from other female palaces. She had a numb figure, dark skin, and only had a pair of eyes. She was always stubborn and used extra force when swinging the pestle, as if those were not clothes, but enemies they were facing.

Between her ankles, a chain as thin as a small finger and a half long tied the two feet together. Once she took a step, she could only be a half-way distance. Is this a way to avoid running away?

Li Ji narrowed his eyes, and only those who knew him knew that this was a sign of murder!

Li Ji tried his best to control his inner emotions, and swooped down to the next, appearing in front of the group of female palaces washing clothes. After the initial surprise, the female palace quickly returned to peace. A leading female palace walked forward and said with great blessing:

"I don't know what the Immortal Master has to give?"

Ordinary people are not afraid of monks, which is due to the strict constraints of the Taoist sect on their disciples for nearly ten thousand years. In other words, because of ignorance, they are fearless; if they are powerful, royal family, or those who have the opportunity to come into contact with the world of cultivation, they will never be so ignorant and fearless.

Those who bully, exploit and humiliate the people are wealthy families, wealthy families, giants, and government officials; while monks basically have one attitude towards mortals - they ignore them. Therefore, these women's palaces, which are common in the royal palaces, do not feel much fear of Li Ji's falling from the sky.

Li Ji did not face the main person directly, and the stubborn hatred in his eyes made him worried that he would backfire.

"Is this the washing machine?" Li Ji looked at the leading female palace in a gentle voice.

"Yes, it's the washing clothes bureau. I am the leader today. I don't know what instructions does the Immortal Master come here?"

Li Ji waved his hands to the female palace ladies standing respectfully and restrained behind her.

"It's all gone. You guys go and do things by yourself. I'll talk to this foreman." Li Ji took the foreman to the side of the side hall and asked casually:

"The work is very hard? Can you eat enough? Are you beating and scolding when you work here?"

The female palace was very frightened. With her superficial knowledge, of course she could not tell whether this was a cultivator in Canglang Pavilion or another sect. In her opinion, being able to fly was a very capable god. She thought this was a monk who inspected the palace ban, but when would the monks take care of them, the lowest-level female palace of washing clothes?

"It's not hard, it's good to get used to it, and you can eat enough. As long as you don't make any mistakes in your work, no one will beat or scold you." The female palace said carefully.

How could it be that there is no hard work? The clothes of nearly a thousand people in the palace are busy from morning to night; eating is OK, eating well is nonsense, pickled vegetables, tofu and vegetables are the standard, and when you go late, you will only have water left for water. As for punishment, beating and scolding? Can it be avoided in such a place? Even if you wash your clothes cleanly, how can you control the mood of the person in charge above?

Li Ji did not go deeper. He had been in the palace washing bureau when he was young. How could he not understand the bitterness of his body?

"Have you ever thought about leaving the palace?"

"We? Immortal Master, people like us cannot survive after leaving the palace, and no one wants it." The female palace said bitterly. Who would want a middle-aged palace maid like them after they go out? Those who can marry are just some thugs and gangsters who settle down in the house, so there are many female palaces in the washing clothes bureau who die here for the rest of their lives.

"What's going on with that person's feet with fangs on his feet?" Li Ji finally asked the point. In the intermittent answers of the female palace who had completely lost her guardianship, Li Ji finally understood the tragic experience of Tofu Village in this life.

Prince Li of Tongfang Cheng is a long-lived king. He is nearly seventy years old this year and is still energetic and has a eclipse of eight dou. Thirteen years ago, Prince Li went overseas to find immortals, but actually went to Canglang Pavilion to buy some longevity pills. He returned in a disappointment and met a group of sea girls in a village by the South China Sea.

The sea girl can also be understood as a fishing girl, but they are more likely to fish for beads near the sea to make a living. When the old prince saw these healthy and lively women from the lower class of working class, he had some idea of ​​receiving the royal palace. Maybe he felt that by bringing these dark-skinned women into the harem, he could get a hint of youthful vitality?

The local government tried to curry favor with him and collected twelve young sea girls from several nearby villages and sent them to the royal palace, including Fang Wan, an orphan who was only fifteen years old at the time.

The sea girls were reluctant. They were used to living in nature and had not been in the palace for a few days. They planned a reckless and hasty escape, and the result was destined. They were quickly caught back. Three older officials were killed on the spot with sticks, and the remaining nine were handcuffed and threw themselves into the washing clothes bureau to fend for themselves.

Over time, the princes with countless beautiful wives and concubines in the harem had long forgotten the existence of these sea girls and had long forgotten his ridiculous thoughts; all kinds of accidents, intentional, unintentional, suicide, and only Fang Wan, the youngest, was left in thirteen years.

But now she is not as good as a young woman in her twenties. It is not too much to say that she is a woman in her thirties or forties. She is still persevering and doesn't know what she is persevering. If it weren't for the secret help of the many female palaces in the Washing Clothes Palace, she would probably have left with her sea-girl companions long ago?

This is Fang Wan. Doufuzhuang's reincarnation in this life was completely beyond his expectations.

Li Ji had completely calmed down. He suddenly realized that the ninth-life love that Lao Zhe mentioned seemed to be different from what he understood; love may not necessarily be the love between men and women, but may also include some other things?

These are later stories. Even though the Tofu Village is reincarnated and has lost the memory of its previous life, Li Ji believes that some things that are deep in the soul and engraved in the bones will not change! It can be seen from her eyes!

So, he didn't recognize him immediately, and he couldn't recognize him! How could he say that I am your long-lost husband? That pounding pestle will definitely swing him down without hesitation!

Li Ji flew out of the palace and headed straight to Hanhai Tower-Canglang Pavilion to guard the base camp of the city!

He did not choose to hide, but instead rushed directly. The Hanhai Tower ban was instantly alarmed. In a mess, five cultivators from Canglang Pavilion surrounded him. The two were moved and the other merged into the foundation building. In the past few years of peace, it was already very good to have such a reaction speed.

Li Ji took a step forward, his sword intent was erect, and the murderous intent surged out, which shocked the five Canglang monks' expressions to change drastically. As soon as they confronted their simple aura, they knew that this person was extremely difficult. What happened to this sword cultivator? Did Xuanyuan and Canglang start a war?

Li Ji's momentum was reduced as soon as he was swept by the five people. He gave a slight oar to the two leading heart-moving monks.

"Xuanyuan Li Ji, if you have something to do, you need help from all the senior brothers of Canglang. Please don't refuse!"
Chapter completed!