Mu Jun held the drawing paper, looked at the square dull belly, and then looked at the green dragon that was still turning the belly below, felt out the animal skin, and compared it to the belly of the green dragon, the size was just right, the color was the same, and the texture was the same.

So does it mean that Samber knew that it was a dragon skin, so he told her to put it away, did he have long expected that he would meet its owner after all? Mu Jun remembered the golden deed, and remembered that Yunxiao asked Yuncang to accept him as an apprentice, was all this already doomed?

Or there is a pair of hands, which slowly connect everything invisibly. Mu Jun's hand shook, and she thought of a sentence: Everything in the world has cause and effect. She had no way of knowing when it was happening, but she knew that she was facing the consequences at the moment.

Mu Jun felt that the dragon skin in her hand was a hot yam, and she couldn't avoid it, so she could only face it. As soon as her eyes turned, she was looking at the big dragon eye of the scroll in her hand, Mu Jun's hand clenched tightly for a moment, she didn't know how this green dragon would react?

After waiting for a while, the big dragon's eyes slowly closed and twisted his head away. Looking at the green dragon swimming under the floor, Mu Jun slowly exhaled, her eyes fell on the dragon skin scroll in her hand, she no longer wanted to put it in her mustard seeds. With a stretch of his hand, he threw it into the ichor and floated it to any corner of the temple.

Time flickered by, Mu Jun still sealed the spiritual veins, and the pair of big dragon eyes never appeared under the floor again, and the dragon skin scroll that Mu Jun threw away did not know where to sink.

On this day, Mu Jun withdrew from the sea of knowledge, saw the vine marks on his fingers, and remembered the sentence that the little old man muttered when he left: I was not moved when I saw the giant treasure. Mu Jun's consciousness sank into the mustard seeds. Put yourself in a mustard storage bag and turn it all upside down.

Mu Jun stared at the mountains in front of him, and secretly sighed. I didn't expect to save so much over the years. Quickly organize things according to categories: the pile on the left is a pile of spirit stones, and there are all kinds of spirit stones, and they are piled together in a variety of colors, which is very good-looking. Mu Jun made large boxes out of jade, packed them separately according to their attributes, and piled them on one side.

Looking at those boxes, Mu Jun seemed to see hundreds of years later. The scene of countless chests being piled up like a pirate buried in treasure excites her just thinking about it. Mu Jun thought of Yuqu, as if he still owed him the Wood Spirit Stone. Hurriedly dragged out a piece of paper, wrote down the account carefully, and pasted it on the shelf next to the box as a reminder.

Paper, brushes occupy the largest area. When she left Jiuxiao. Samber gave her a storage bag, which was full of drawing paper, brushes, paints, etc., and she complained to Samber that he would spoil her! Sambo just smiled and handed over another storage bag, which contained all kinds of spirit fruits, pills, spirit wine, etc., and told her not to go hungry, and to go back often to see Jiuxiao.

Mu Jun sighed and came to the cultivation realm. Samber was definitely the one who favored her the most. Thinking of the golden deed in the sea of knowledge, if there is a chance. Let's just get it done.

In the end, Mu Jun found that there were three things that could be called a giant treasure by the old man: the first was the emerald crystal ball that Samber gave her, the size of a basketball, and the emerald liquid was full of small pale golden beads, which Sambo called 'Xingwu', the second was the dragon skin scroll that Mu Jun had left outside, and the third was the boundary map that Mu Lonely had thrown to her.

After the divine consciousness withdrew, Mu Jun looked at the spiritual liquid that had reached his jaw for a moment, and secretly calculated the time, the time passed normally, it was indeed only a year and a half, why did this wood spiritual liquid rise so fast?

Looking down at the floor, Mu Jun found an abnormality, as if the floor had become thinner? Mu Jun walked around the hall, and when he passed by the dragon skin scroll, he was startled by the big dragon eye under the floor, and said that it was missing, and it was guarding his belly. Mu Jun looked at it dumbfounded, and felt that it was a bit too much to abandon it to get the dragon skin at will, but she really didn't want to touch the skin, so she could only touch her nose and walk away.

Sitting in the spiritual liquid, Mu Jun felt that if this continued, he would probably be the first monk to be drowned in the spiritual liquid. At present, the solutions to these spiritual fluids are: First, inhale the spiritual veins, Mu Jun estimated that the knot should be enough. The second is to put it in the mustard seeds, and Mu Jun prefers this choice.

In order to make sure that the wood spirit liquid could be hoarded in mustard seeds, Mu Jun rolled a little into it, but after the divine sense entered, he found no trace. Mu Jun was slightly disappointed, it seems that this mustard seed can't preserve the spiritual liquid at all, and everything in the world is as good as it gets.

In order not to become the first monk to drown in the spiritual fluid, Mu Jun untied the spiritual veins. However, with a breath, the wood spiritual power swarmed into the spiritual vein, like a river lifting the embankment, and the upper, middle and lower three dantian ran at high speed, and the spiritual vein was broken again and again and repaired again and again, and each time it was repaired, the spiritual vein would become a little wider.

Mu Jun looked at the lower dantian, the pale golden seeds were still hanging on the spiritual liquid, and countless golden roots like silk threads hung down in the spiritual liquid, but the swarming spiritual liquid did not make the spiritual liquid of the lower dantian rise by half a point. Mu Jun condensed his mind on the sea of consciousness, and began to write the runes silently every day, and he swung his sword 100,000 times a day, and most of the monks' daily lives were like this, monotonous and boring.

Spring goes to winter, the seasons rotate, three years of time rush away, the snow outside the Cangsheng Palace is covered, but the green forest is as verdant as ever. In front of the hall, Xuanbai Youchi used snow to build dozens of snowmen in the shape of women, with vines wrapped around their arms.

Xuanbai shook the leaves, sitting on the snow like a child depressed, hanging the leaves: "Xiaochi, when will my mother come out, Xuanbai misses her." ”

Youchi, who was playing hard, ran over with the blades, gently wrapped around Xuanbai, and gently rubbed the leaves: "Mother will come out soon, Xiaobai should be obedient, send you my fire keel." After that, he handed a piece of red bone to Xuanbai, but he was very reluctant to roll it tightly.

Xuanbai rolled the other end, pulling desperately, it probably understood that Youchi wanted to regret it, the pale golden streamer on the vine body rushed towards Youchi, Youchi quickly released the keel, stood in the distance and shook the blade, it was difficult to hide the unevenness: "Xiaobai is too bad, hum ......"

Xuanbai arrogantly rolled up the keel, circled in the snow, suddenly stopped, looked at the two people in the square below, red and black, and said to himself in confusion: "I always feel that these two humans have something delicious on them." After that, he was about to rush down the stairs by shaking the blades, and the next step disappeared into a cliff, and Xuanbai shook the blades and fell down. Ten breaths later, it landed on the snow in front of the temple and knocked three snowmen apart.

Xuanbai got up in confusion, and found that he had actually returned to the same place, and ran excitedly to pull Youchi to the stairs, and after ten breaths, two plants fell. They finally found a fun game and left the people at the bottom of the stairs behind.

Jiang Tage sniffed the snow plum in his hand, the blooming flowers were eclipsed by his smile, and the snow flakes blew by the wind and fell on his black hair, and fell on the red robe along the hair, and flew away again with the wind. Peach Blossom looked at the temple standing quietly in the snow on the stairs, and asked with a smile: "Sister pastor has been in for more than four years, and there is nothing abnormal?"

Li Liushen, who had his hands on his chest, shook his head slightly, and the guards on this peak for four years have been one sentence: quiet as usual. I don't know if this Heaven-level Wood Spirit Root Senior Sister from the Other World is the legendary person who unsealed? Unfortunately, there is nothing to be done on the side except waiting, and not everyone can enter the Cangsheng Palace.

"She's the tenth Wood Spirit Root Monk to enter the Cangsheng Hall in 10,000 years, right?" Jiang Ta Ge stretched out a finger and scratched his forehead, he remembered that this number should be correct: "She's not the monk who has stayed the longest, is she?"

Li Liushen recalled the record, shook his head and replied: "The one three thousand years ago stayed for ten years, the one two thousand years ago stayed for eight years, and the one thousand years ago stayed for six years. "The monks who have stayed in the Cangsheng Hall will never mention what the situation in the temple is or what it is? After leaving the hall, they will all die in just two or three years.

"It's like a beautiful flower, but it's a pity......" Jiang Tage stared sideways at Liliushen's face: "Are you willing?"

Liliu swept his face with a deep side eye, and smiled lightly: "How can you be reluctant?"

"Oops...... " Jiang Tage raised his orchid fingers and stretched his voice: "You are a Bo Xinglang, the entire cultivation world knows that the mainstream of Chenggong Peak in Yuxu is fond of a beautiful foundation building female cultivator, just wait for her to conclude the golden pill, and then become a Taoist couple, but now you are ......" said this, and he smiled and bent over.

Liliu looked at him with disgust, and said slowly: "Why did the **** take Yuge away?"

Jiang Tage straightened up, and his smile faded: "It's not that I'm worried that you will kill her in a fit of anger and add to your karma." ”

"After all, she is a descendant of the family, and I will not delve into it. Li Liushen looked at the snow on the Cangsheng Palace, and asked unintentionally, "She lives in the Snow Pavilion?"

"Well, how can you also be your junior, naturally you have to take more care of it. Jiang Tage threw away the Xuemei in his hand with a heart, stretched his waist lazily, and turned to leave.

Liliu Shen quietly turned sideways and watched the red robe go away in the snow, the wind lifted the hem of the clothes like red flowing blood, gorgeous and abnormal, he hooked the corners of his mouth and said softly: "Sing your heart, moved!"

The figure in the distance paused slightly, and stepped into the Qinglin corridor at a faster pace, no matter how you look at it, you feel that the back is difficult to hide the embarrassment.

Li Liushen looked up at the mountain peaks in the distance, covered with snow, remembered the back of the cloud-robed and wide-sleeved, and muttered to himself: "It's a pity!"

Mu Jun went in and out of the dantian several times, she was sure that she had already formed the Dan, but why was there no thunder tribulation? Without the thunder tribulation, the Heavenly Dao could not be patterned, and her cultivation would never be advanced again. If she doesn't cultivate, she stops at the early stage of Jindan, why is this?

Mu Jun looked at the big dragon eye sadly, since she married the Dan, it didn't even want the dragon skin, just looked at her like this, she thought that she had become beautiful after the Dan, and looked at it carefully, but she didn't find any changes, and she felt that this dragon was probably really lonely.

Lying on his back on the spiritual liquid, looking at the dark roof in a daze, what kind of refining is this thing, and his divine sense can't penetrate it. Roughly holding and staying, Mu Jun's divine consciousness turned into nine paths and stabbed towards the roof from different directions, she didn't believe that there was no gap in this hall.

(To be continued.) )