Pang Maimai originally wanted to break through to Huaqi on this Fusang Wood.

However, she thought, I'm afraid that Hua Ling's estrus period has time, just like her dog before, in case her estrus period is delayed because of her own retreat, it is always not good to complete the task.

Entrusted by others to be loyal to others.

You can complete the task and then choose a place to break through.

Therefore, the next day, they still went to Wanshan Zhenren Mansion as promised.

Along the way, Pang Maimai couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and his heart was always heavy.

Zhao Qianxing came suddenly, and he went suddenly, last night he supervised her to practice a cycle of Xiao Zhoutian, checked the status of the spiritual power in her body, and told her that there was no problem, as long as she found a quiet place to retreat for three days, she would basically go straight to the stage of turning into Qi.

As for why he was here, and what he was busy with, he didn't say anything.

Pang Maimai asked himself, in fact, he was not grateful that he always helped him, including the mean words he said to her, although they were really ugly, and at least part of it was because he didn't like her but was annoyed and angry after being attracted to her from time to time to vent his anger or clear up, but the starting point of those unpleasant words was not bad for her, in the end, he was alert and supervised her.

She had already discovered that the hormonal attraction between the two was indeed extraordinary, and they didn't know whether it was quite compatible at the genetic level or on some kind of aesthetic map, and she also knew that Zhao Qianxing didn't really like herself in the sense of personality, and even some of them were negative and repulsive, and because of this, she didn't have to think about whether she wanted to be interested in the other party.

She has no masochistic tendencies, she has to like a man who doesn't like herself, just likes her body, and feels that he is insulted because of it.

It's best to be able to avoid him.

It's torture to meet.

Just like last night, for the rest of the time, they were alone, in such an early summer night, in such a dreamy place, what feelings couldn't ferment?

It's like the poles of a magnet, and you want to be attracted to each other when you meet.

There was such a weak moment, she simply wished that she was the heroine, as long as she softened, she could cling to it, as long as she caught Uncle Zhao, she could live a carefree life, and from now on someone could let her moor, and she would not be afraid of wind and rain from now on, safe and happy.

And yet she knew she wasn't.

Not to mention that in such a dangerous world, is there really someone who can be relied on by others? doesn't say that Zhao Qianxing is willing to be her harbor. Even if a qiē ruyi fairy tale reappears, she may not be willing to be a woman who is dependent on men.

This world is dangerous, but it is also magical, and she also longs to trove it with her feet and conquer it with her heart.

The supreme avenue, the boundless power of the clouds and rain, is also full of attraction to her after all.

In the face of him, she always needs to control herself, and last night she clearly felt for the first time that Zhao Qianxing was also suppressing himself.

It's just that it may be that men have a stronger desire to conquer and are more likely to be swayed by *, so he sometimes acts out of line.

So the pressure on her is even greater.

This is really unfair, Zhao Qianxing is just because he is stronger than her, he can appear in front of her if he wants to appear, and he can dislike her if he wants to dislike her, and she always can't avoid him.

It's a terrible feeling.

Even because of the difference in strength, if she wanted to scold him a few words and slap him or something, it was impossible for her to do it.

It seems that I can only endure it.

Pang Maimai didn't show any smile along the way, and even Chen Qinglu didn't let her enter the counterattack mode when he launched the attack mode.

Duanmu Piggy felt unhappy because of this.

However, when she arrived at Wanshan Zhenren Mansion, she still cheered up.

Because she took over the task, Pang Maimai did not agree to let Duanmu Fu come forward to deal with it for her, but chose to submit a famous post herself.

The famous post in the cultivation realm is very interesting.

Most of the famous stickers are related to the spiritual root and expertise of the holder, for example, some wood spiritual root monks will use a certain plant as a famous post, and those with high-grade water spiritual roots, most of their famous stickers are made of ice, as for the fire spirit root, some use the technique of manipulating fire, which will make the firewood or other fire in front of the recipient suddenly appear handwriting, human form or sound.

Once Pang Maimai was there

It was Lu Zhen's old friend, a Jindan monk from the wood system who came to visit, and it was also the first time that Pang Maimai saw the famous post of the cultivation world here.

The name card is used for formal visits or some formal occasions, and the actual frequency of use is not high. Most of them are the inner disciples of the big sects or the people who are particularly elegant in the scattered cultivation, so they will get this.

And generally speaking, it is at least after the middle stage of Huaqi that you will have the strength to design and condense your own famous post.

As a minor monk whose qi induction period has not completely passed, Pang Maimai naturally does not have it, but she can make a temporary one.

With her current strength, she can't talk about the real fire technique. She felt that she was here to complete the task anyway, just because she was not respectful to her predecessors, so she had to vote for her name according to etiquette, and she was a Jindan monk, and she definitely didn't expect to see any particularly powerful spells and special designs from a junior disciple, so she simply took out the worthless silver from the storage bag, and used her divine sense to manipulate the fire forging technique and temper it into a paper-thin silver foil - silver is mortal iron, and it can be forged without the three flavors of true fire, which is very simple.

The silver foil was finally tempered into the size of a folded Christmas card, and the thickness was like white cardboard, surrounded by exquisite vine patterns, which were very easy, because for the current Pang Maimai, the silver was really soft, and it was not difficult to use the divine sense to make these decorative patterns.

It is enough to use polite and humble words to indicate your identity and intention.

The word is engraved by the flame, and it is more effective to leave a thin flowing flame in the pang vein, but when I think that my flame is not a heavenly fire or a different fire, it is not even a three-flavor real fire, or don't make an axe and laugh generously, and honestly engrave the words well, so that others can see it clearly.

Maybe there is no one in the cultivation realm who writes normally like this, but the other party has a good impression.

Then knock directly on the door, hand the silver sticker to the waiter who opened the door, and wait at the door.

After waiting for about half an hour, the door opened, and they were greeted by a middle-aged man in the Qi Transformation Period, who reported that his family was the fourth disciple of Wanshan Zhenren, and then led them in to the Yunzhong Pavilion where Wanshan Zhenren lived.

Wanshan Zhenren Mansion naturally has a spiritual vein. Xiyue City itself is built on a large spiritual vein, and the best spiritual vein in the Xiyue Mountain Range is here, except for Longhu Mountain.

The spiritual veins of Wanshan Zhenren Mansion are also second to none in Xiyue City, and there is a raised hill on which a Yunzhong Pavilion was built on the place where Wanshan Zhenren lived. Naturally, it is also the place with the strongest aura in Fuchu.

At the foot of the hill, the four disciples of this Wanshan real person stopped, released a white cloud, and invited the four of them to go up.

Because they are all friends, and they came without hostility at all, naturally they don't need to have any other signs, they have to use their magic weapons to fly the sword to climb the mountain, so the four of them went up very politely.

The clouds are very soft, stepping on them like a duvet, which is in line with Pang Maimai's childhood fantasy of clouds, so she likes this flying magic weapon very much, but it flies too slowly, and it takes five minutes to climb this hill of up to fifty meters, which is not as good as an elevator.

Of course, it's also good to have a view.

At least it's still flying steadily.

Yunzhong Pavilion is built like an ordinary rich and noble family, the only thing that is very special is that there is a huge platform on the second floor, this terrace is almost as big as the main part of the rest of the building, probably Wanshan Zhenren likes to practice in the open air.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the terrace, and there were more than a dozen futons scattered around, all of them large and soft, and then there were a few small ones.

Pang Maimai liked it at once, although the color was a little more masculine, but the comfort and casualness suited her appetite.

Wan Shan Zhenren has a round face, his face is a little big, and he can't tell his age, he seems to be very kind, and he waved his hand to make the four of them sit down.

He said to Pang Maimai: "The silver sticker you made is very good-looking, and it will definitely look good when you make magic weapons when you cultivate to a high level in the future, and there will be successors to Lu Zhenren." ”

Then he asked Duanmu Fu about Duanmu Zhenjun's recent situation, and said a few polite words.

In the end, he said to Pang Maimai: "Lin Xiaozi is actually willing to hand over his lifeline to you?" How is he doing? ”

Pang Maimai was a little cautious and said, "Senior Brother Lin is very good. ”

Wanshan Zhenren ordered his disciples: "Bring the ink bones." ”

After a while, the disciple came up with a tray in his hand.

Inside the tray was a large transparent box, and inside the box was a beautifully built small palace, but only half of it, to be exact, because it was cut off in the cross-section, and then sealed with transparent crystal, much like the small box that watches ants build anthills.

The whole box is not small, the palace is beautifully built, all the utensils are surprisingly small, the materials are exquisite, and the materials are precious.

Then Wanshan Zhenren opened the box and called: "Mogu, come out to welcome guests." The voice was ten times softer than before.

Pang Maimai realized that there was a small staircase in the crystal box, and he saw a small figure wearing a black floor-length brocade robe walk out of the palace and step on the transparent crystal staircase.

Pang Maimai fixed his eyes and saw that it was a man who was a little older than Ling Jue, and it was indeed a cloud muscle and jade bone, partial and picturesque, and the clothes on his body were extremely gorgeous, and the black robe flowed with gorgeous silk, according to her, it was extremely precious, and the black gold spider silk that could nourish the gods and protect the body and remove the blade, and he wore a crown of Xuanjin pearls on his head, which was so big that the work was extremely delicate.

Pang Maimai originally felt that Ling Jue was already favored enough, but now looking at this palace and dress of ink bones, he knew that some attributes of Wanshan Zhenren had surpassed Senior Brother Lin......

Watching the little beautiful man slowly walk up the steps and stand in front of everyone, Pang Maimai realized that it was time for the heroine to appear, and hurriedly released Ling Jue from the spirit beast bag.

Ling Jue is wearing a long white skirt today, with a large skirt, which matches the other party's black robe.

The little beautiful man Mo Gu came over when he saw Ling Jue, bowed to her, and Ling Jue also returned a salute, the two looked at each other, said a few words that no one could understand, and then held hands.

Seeing this, Pang Maimai felt that he had seen the ending scene of the real ancient Chinese version of Thumbelina.

Everyone watched with relish.

When he saw Mo Gu taking Ling Jue's hand and walking into his palace, Wanshan Zhenren was already excited, and hurriedly motioned for everyone to go around to the back of the crystal box with him and look at the interior of the palace from the transparent cross-section.

Duanmu Fu whispered to Pang Maimai: "I heard that the flower spirit of Wanshan Zhenren is a black peony flower spirit, can the peony and the rose be hybridized?" ”