Thin as a cicada, as soft as cotton, the country and the city are insignificant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

You pity thousands of immortals dancing in the air, and the sky is pine without makeup.

The long river turned lonely and stopped to watch, and the twilight sky was slightly connected.

Teng Fei Ling is on the Guanghan, and he waves his majestic scenery with one sleeve.

Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, Zhu Yifei, who was lying on the bed, remembered this poem that was not a poem, and felt an inexplicable sadness, and there were still a few days before Chinese New Year's Eve, which was the first year she spent in another world after crossing over.

The feeling of being away from home was desolate, especially the snowflakes that were flying all over the sky, obscuring all her vision, and the crystal droplets that melted on the ground were like cold tears, and no amount of warmth could change its temperature.

I looked at it blankly, I don't know what is pouring out of the mess in my heart, I want to cry but I don't dare, the herbs covered on the left side of my face are thickly pressed, and the slightest coldness penetrates through, expelling the hot pain, and the bare back is also full of herbs, the pale green viscosity is refined into a piece, like a straw mat, and there is a black mist overflowing from the gap, lingering, like the green smoke rising in the incense burner.

Ziyang said that she had been poisoned by the wind ghost, and she needed to force out the toxins in her body so that her skin and flesh could grow again, otherwise it would completely fester, and this body would not be able to be wanted.

Today is the last day, once the toxin is forced out, absorbing the essence of the moon at night, it only takes one night to heal, plus the elixir pranayama, but it will recover as before in three or five days, and then the next step can be implemented on Chinese New Year's Eve.

The next day after the spider spirit charm lady brought them back, the 10,000-year-old ginseng came, and he had already calculated that the two of them were in trouble, and specially brought a medicine box to the two of them to see a doctor, Ziyang's external injuries were not serious, and the internal injuries were not light, but fortunately, his cultivation was profound, and he was thorough before, and it would be good to meditate and pranayama a little, and she was weaker, and the external injuries were also very serious, so she lay groggy for five or six days before she woke up.

Ziyang took sick leave for a few days, and in addition to meditating every day, he accompanied her to see her injuries, sometimes took advantage of her good spirits to teach her some reasoning and spells, and promised to teach her Tengyun when she was completely good.

Originally, I was still a little worried about what to do with the nine corpse kings released by her, but the old man ginseng jing was done, took a small black flag, transported the nine corpse kings to Zifu overnight, and gave the small flag to Ziyang, telling him how to control the nine corpse kings.

She asked dimly, why didn't she completely save these people who were still alive even though they were dead?

The old man shook his head and sighed, he couldn't save it at all, not only that, but he couldn't even destroy it, he couldn't even destroy it, he was invulnerable, he couldn't invade water and fire, and he kept them to deal with the human-faced Gu King in the palace, and it would be of great use when the time came.

Zhu Yifei couldn't help but feel a little sad when she heard him say this, she was originally a normal person, but now she has become a monster who is not a human or a ghost, and even to such a miserable situation and has to be used by others, so sad and pitiful but helpless.

There were nine stinking corpses in the firewood room, and they still lived with them, and they felt the same as if their bedroom was actually covered with a grave, and they slept in a coffin every day.

It was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, Ziyang pushed the door in, swept the wind and snow all over his body, and took off his cotton clothes, he is a cultivator, he can't wear a brocade hat and mink fur, and he can only rely on cotton clothes to keep warm in the cold winter, he is not afraid of heat but is afraid of cold, and Zhu Yifei is cold and heat-resistant, and I don't know if it is born or related to the physique of the two.

Ziyang finished her clothes and shoes before she opened the bead curtain and came in, looking at her listless appearance and smiling, "It doesn't hurt today."

"Ah" Zhu Yifei replied lazily, still looking half-dead, with a pair of dull eyes like a flounder when she was asleep.

"The wind ghost's poisonous gas has weakened a lot, didn't the beard change the medicine for you?" The beard is the grandson of the old ginseng, a seven or eight-year-old child, but he has a full head of white hair, wears a red hat all day long, and is very lively, the name of the beard is quite compatible with their ginseng, but she still likes to call him white fat, his cultivation is low, and he can't hide it from her, every time he sees him, he is a white and fat ginseng, so he gave him such a nickname.

"No, it shouldn't be time yet" Zhu Yifei actually wanted to move, and she couldn't stand it after maintaining her posture for so long, but if she moved those precious herbs, she would fall on the bed with a flutter, and the dirty juice would splash everywhere, and the beard would follow Ziyang's example and reprimand her.

As the two were talking, the beard broke a wooden plate and came in through the door, this kind of wall-piercing technique is a natural ability of ginseng, and there is no need to practice at all, Zhu Yifei has always been very envious of this innate ability, always thinking that it would be great if she could eat and drink these things every day, and she didn't have to meditate and breathe.

"Ugly woman, it's time to change the dressing" Beard put the wooden plate on the table beside him, opened a dark jar, scooped out the pale green herbs from it, put it on the small plate, and sprinkled some shiny powder that I don't know what it was, and walked over.

Ziyang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, said, "Give it to me, just to see how well the wound is recovering."

The beard who was originally a serious beard suddenly looked at Ziyang with the eyes of a thief and a mouse, and said with a wicked smile: "Hey, that little fairy won't bother you, Qingqing and me," he said, as if he was afraid of being beaten, he turned into a white wind and escaped underground.

Zhu Yifei was a little embarrassed, glanced at Ziyang who was holding the medicine plate, and saw that although he was serious, his cheeks were slightly pink and dark and weird, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and his thoughts began to be confused.

Ziyang coughed, the pink faded, and quickly returned to its original appearance, and Yun smiled lightly, "This kid is really spoiled by that old guy"

Saying that, he put the herb plate first, went out and took a wooden spoon to scrape off the herbs on her back little by little, and wiped off the residual medicine residue with medicinal liquid, and saw that the white skin had basically grown, only two small pink **** opened and emitted a trace of black gas, but the criss-crossing raised scars on the originally smooth and tender white skin on the back were still shocking.

There was a strange stinging sensation in her heart, Ziyang carefully wiped the new herbs little by little, and for some reason, Zhu Yifei, who was lying on her stomach, felt that the cold herbs would emit an inexplicable heat when they touched the skin, and her face couldn't help but turn red when it seemed to be hot.

Fortunately, there were no injuries from the waist down, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing.

The back was covered tightly with herbs again, and then there was the wound on the face, and the beard said that the one on the face was the heaviest, and the poison in it was the deepest, even if he tried his best to heal, he would leave a little scar, but it didn't matter, anyway, she couldn't get married, and it didn't matter if there was a scar or not.

Xu Zi's words really entered the sore spot in her heart, originally she and Brother Gang had already talked about marriage, if it weren't for the accident now, compared to her already beautifully married, I don't know if I have a son, how can I live like this now, three days with a big injury and two days of a small injury and a crooked life, I have long been blowing the air conditioner, eating popsicles, watching TV, drunk and dreaming every day.

Hey, a fantasy journey caused by a great aunt, until now, she has some feelings that her life more than 20 years ago was a dream, and now it is the real world, the real life.

Ziyang scraped off all the herbs and looked at the half of the collapsed face and couldn't help but gasp, for women there is no one who doesn't love beauty, even a female monster knows how to conjure up a beautiful appearance and a slender figure, although cultivators don't pay attention to appearances, but perfect is better than incomplete, this is not an unacceptable fact and truth.

If this herb really can't help her recover to her original state, I don't know how sad she will be, if she sees her sad, it is better to put her into the Dan furnace to reshape her mortal body, after the last experiment, he has some experience, and he will be able to succeed. Ziyang secretly planned in his heart.

"You haven't eaten, have you?" asked Zhu Yifei vaguely with her eyes closed.

"No, I waited for Your Majesty to take the pill in the morning and came back, the matter that the demon Dao is dead, Concubine Mi knows about it, and I have been losing my temper with Emperor Yanwu because of my affairs in the past two days" Ziyang said with some amusement.

"She still dares to lose her temper with the emperor?"

"Your Majesty really eats this set, after taking the pill, let me stay in the Purple Mansion for a few days, it is estimated that it is to coax the honey concubine"

"Aren't you worried that she will confuse Emperor Yanwu and kill you?" Zhu Yifei was a little curious about where Ziyang got such great confidence, and he didn't follow in front of the emperor, didn't he miss his weakness.

"Don't worry, Emperor Yanwu loves beauty and pursues immortality, the previous illness almost killed him, if it weren't for me, he would have returned to heaven by now, and I have told His Majesty on the first day of the new year after Chinese New Year's Eve on my back that I asked him to pray for his immortal life in the Fenghua Garden in the western suburbs in the name of ancestor worship, and seven days and seven nights on the Yuhuatai, when the time comes, you and the spider spirit must trap Emperor Yanwu there, I will go to the palace to catch the honey concubine" Ziyang Dao.

"You're going to go by yourself?" Zhu Yifei looked at him with wide eyes and some distrust.

Ziyang seemed to be stimulated by her gaze, and replied with a straight face, "I have already set up a formation in the palace, and it will be activated on the eighth day of the lunar calendar, if there is no accident, there should be no problem."

"I'm a little worried" Zhu Yifei is actually really not at ease, of course she still has her own plans, that is, about the old demon Dao said that the pill of the afterlife, if Concubine Mi really knows where the tomb of the demon king is, wouldn't it be a pity to kill it like this? If you follow Ziyang, maybe there will be any chance, the little abacus in her heart will naturally not say to Ziyang, for her, it is best if she can travel back quickly, staying here for a moment will be a little more torture, and she is a little fed up.

"Good" Ziyang heard her say this, thinking that she was caring about herself, she couldn't help but be very pleased, touched her flexible long hair and continued, "I'm afraid that the King of Open Meat will not be able to do it, I can't last half a month when I look at the stars, and there are children dying in the capital one after another, and we can only wait now" Ziyang looked out the window, a trace of compassion and amazement flashed in his eyes.