After a full meal and wine, the three of them began to discuss the matter of returning to Emei. In fact, this mountain road is nothing to the dumb aunt and Qu Yi, but with the addition of Yang Junnan, a white-faced scholar, things become much more difficult.

In the end, Qu Yi exhaled heavily and said to the dumb aunt: "If it really doesn't work, I'll take him up." ”

As for why it was carried instead of carrying, the reason was very simple: Qu Yi didn't want to have too close contact with anyone other than Zixian at all, especially since the other party was still such an indistinguishable little white face! How embarrassing it would be if people saw it!

Of course, the dumb aunt agreed, and as long as she didn't have to help, she had no reason to object. Thinking of Yang Junnan's eyes looking at her just now, she felt very bored.

Of course, Yang Junnan didn't understand what the so-called situation was, not to mention that he was crying and shouting to follow others back, and there was no choice.

Qu Yi grabbed Yang Junnan by the collar and lifted him up. After a whirlwind, the three of them arrived at the mountain gate of the Emei faction.

As soon as Yang Junnan landed, he fell crooked on the ground and began to vomit, and he wanted to vomit out his intestines. At first, he could vomit some wine and vegetable residues, then he could only shiver and vomit some gastric juice, and finally his face suddenly became bitter and vomited a mouthful of dark green bile.

The dumb aunt had already stepped aside, Qu Yi was originally helping Yang Junnan pat his back to smooth out, but when he saw the messy filth he spit out and smelled the pungent smell of sourness, his throat tightened, and he tried to hold it for a long time, but he couldn't help but spit it out with a "wow".

At this time, he was bitter in his heart. But there is no way, the person who brought it back by himself has to continue to bring it no matter how disgusting it is. So he stabilized himself, and after Yang Junnan couldn't spit out anything anymore, he helped him slowly walk towards the mountain gate.

The sun is twilight, and the mountains are far away.

Zixian and Jianwei were now on top of Baiyun Peak, the nineteenth peak of Cangshan, and there happened to be a sunset in front of them that was about to sink below the horizon. The majestic mountains appear more and more vast and distant against the backdrop of the blood-colored sunset.

Zixian withdrew his gaze from the distance, turned his head, and smiled faintly at Jair, who had turned into a human form beside him.

The smile was even clearer and warmer than the sunset. For a moment, Jairus was a little relieved.

"Jair, you suddenly stopped here, don't you have something to say to me?" Zixian blinked her clear eyes. The sound is like the sweetest spring water.

Only then did Jairus remember what was going on, and said in a deep voice: "Master, this is what Jinyou asked me to hand over to you before he died." With that, he handed a blood-red bead to Zixian.

The beads were no more than the size of the fruit of a grape. The whole body is glowing with a sparkling and moisturizing glow. There are wisps of white light inside, and the cycle is endless.

"This, this is?" Zixian had already roughly guessed what this might be, and the hand holding the bead couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"The master guessed correctly, this is Jinyou's Neidan." Jairus nodded heavily.

"Jinyou ......" Zixian held Jinyou's Neidan in both hands and stuck it to his heart, tears dripping down his long eyelashes.

Jinyou's inner dan seemed to feel something, trembled slightly, and then burst out from Zixian's fingers, a strong red light burst out, reflecting the Cangshan realm, which had become dim after sunset, as if it had been poured into magma. The demon is red.

The strong light made Zixian involuntarily close his eyes, but he held Neidan tightly in his hand, allowing it to slowly float into the air with him.

The red light became more and more intense, enveloping Zixian's entire body in it, and gradually it became unreal.

Zixian felt that the palm of his hand seemed to be very hot, and it seemed to be very cold, and he couldn't describe it. Suddenly, there was a pain on her forehead, and the petal imprinted on her heavenly soul slowly emerged from the center of her eyebrows, as if echoing the light of Neidan, spitting out a faint red light.

The monstrous red glow that exploded and spread in all directions. Feeling the call of the demon root, he suddenly turned around and poured into Zixian's body.

For a moment, Zixian's mind went blank. I can't think about anything, I can't see anything clearly, I can't hear anything, as if I am sealed in another world, I can only instinctively follow the rhythm of Neidan, breathing three long and two short.

I don't know how long it took. Jinyou's inner dan was absorbed by Zixian. Zixian slowly landed on the ground and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing I saw was of course Jairus, and seeing Jairus looking straight at her, Zixian couldn't help but ask, "Why do you look at me like this, do I have flowers on my face?" ”

"Absolutely! But it's not a flower, it's a petal. Jairus quipped.

"Huh? Petal? Zixian was puzzled.

"It's not just on the face, it's on the body. Forget it, I'll change a mirror for the master, and the master will see it himself. As he spoke, with a wave of his golden sleeves, a huge mirror appeared in front of Zixian out of thin air.

Zixian in the mirror is wearing a cloud dress that is carefree, the pure white and flawless long skirt and wide sleeves flutter like a fairy, and the light gauze smock woven by the silkworm ice silk is like a dream, and around this, there are pieces of red and white petals fluttering, spinning around her mischievously.

On the face with a hint of childishness, the clear water eyes widened slightly due to shock, and above the faint moth eyebrows were a bright and full petals, lining the delicate and silky skin like white jade with a little more bewitching atmosphere.

"This, this is ......" Zixian tried to wave his sleeves, and those petals seemed to be alive, chasing Zixian's movements and fluttering. It is so beautiful that it is impossible to describe it in words.

"Master, you have absorbed Jinyou's Neidan, and naturally you have her mana, and you will slowly get used to it." While admiring and admiring, she didn't forget to pick up some important things in the demon world and tell her about them.

Zixian listened for a long time, and then Fang spoke: "You mean to say that I belong to the demon clan now?" ”

Jianwei waved his hand and said, "It's not all, you are still mortal in nature, but you just have the mana and breath of a demon." ”

"I understand the mana of the demon, the breath of the demon, is it the legendary demonic energy? So in the future, will there be monks or Taoist priests who will follow the demonic spirit to chase and kill me? Zixian said with some concern.

"In theory, yes. But you are the demonic spirit of the 10,000-year-old flower demon, even if you are detected, what monk or Taoist priest will come to provoke you so blindly? Don't want to live anymore? Jairus looked at her master with a smile.

"Well, you have a point. But what if you encounter someone with high mana or really can't open your eyes? Zixian simply asked in a pretentious tone. (To be continued.) )