The moonlight like water shrouded the back mountain of Luoxia Peak, and the strong wind was blowing, and the weeds all over the ground were dancing like waves, and there was a loud noise. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yuan Fengqing ran quickly and fast, not paying attention to behind her at all, Xiao Liu suddenly turned into a human form because of excessive anxiety, and was about to stop her from jumping off the cliff, but she was awakened by the guy in the Lord of the Rings, and ran away in a hurry before she had time to look at him, making him open his mouth to shout, but after all, no sound came out.

This is a young man dressed in white, with a jade face and a handsome face, and two faint dimples will appear on his face when he smiles, looking full of sunshine and vigor, but he looked at Yuan Fengqing's disappearing back, scratched his hair, and turned into the shape of Xiaoliu again, and chased after him.

Yuan Fengqing, who ran back to the room like the wind, took a big breath of fresh air, she couldn't believe that she actually wanted to commit suicide just now, she suddenly thought back, and finally understood that the past in the fairy domain had become her biggest demon, if she couldn't suppress the demon as soon as possible, sooner or later she would be controlled by the demon, and she couldn't help herself!

Thinking of this, she sat cross-legged on the bed, silently recited the heart-clearing mantra circulated in the Cangyun Gate a hundred times in her heart, and felt that her thoughts were calm and she no longer thought nonsense, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Xiao Liu, who had been lying beside her, saw that she was finally awake, and jumped into her arms with joy, rubbing back and forth, Yuan Fengqing, who was in a calm mood, had a faint smile on her face, reached out to pick up Xiao Liu, gently stroked his soft hair, and muttered, "Xiao Liu, do you think I shouldn't embark on the path of cultivation?" Otherwise, why can't you condense enough aura? Could it be that God has already decided not to let me embark on the road of cultivating immortals again, is it trying to force me to be an ordinary person, an ordinary life? ”

Xiao Liu snorted twice, moving in her palm, but it couldn't make Yuan Fengqing's lost mood a little better, but loss is loss, she will no longer be controlled by the demon like before, and she almost did something stupid.

In the dead of night, the sound of insects and birds chirping from time to time came from the mountain behind Luoxia Peak, which complemented each other, like a lullaby, so that Xiaoliu soon fell asleep in her arms, and when she felt the saliva coming out of the little guy's mouth slip into the palm of her hand, Yuan Fengqing's blank thoughts returned to reality, and with a wry smile, Xiaoliu put it at the head of the bed, covered it with a quilt, and then got up and walked to the window, looking at the vast white fog outside the window for a while.

I don't know how when, there was a cool breeze behind him, Yuan Fengqing turned around in fright, but saw the blood painting sitting next to the wooden table, and there was an extra set of tea sets on the table.

Yuan Fengqing looked at him blankly, and didn't even remember to ask him why he suddenly ran out, just watched him slowly lift the small teapot, the water in the pot had already boiled, and he slowly poured it into the glass jar next to him.

This glass jar is crystal clear, shining bright under the candle flame, there is a silver filter funnel hanging under the mouth of the can, the funnel is filled with a little tea, as soon as the boiling water is poured into the pour, the tea leaves immediately spread out like cyan flowers, a faint smoke floats from the can, and the room is full of tea fragrance, which makes people feel intoxicated.

Seeing that she was still stunned and not moving, the blood drew a glance at her, fished out two jade teacups from the utensils with the teacups with small tongs, poured two cups and said, "What?" Aren't you going to have a cup of tea with the deity? ”

Yuan Fengqing was stunned for a moment, I don't know what kind of madness he is smoking, he has nothing to do, he is either a traitor or a thief!

But she has nothing to lose, the body of the waste wood, the cultivation of the garbage, the big deal is the life span of just a few decades, so what's the matter with it?

Thinking of this, she simply walked over, reached out and picked up the teacup, sniffed it under her nose for a while, the fragrance of tea was fragrant, it was intoxicating, she closed her eyes and felt the smell of tea, and took a sip for a long time.

The entrance is as cool as raindrops, the aroma is floating on the cheeks, I have never drunk such a good tea, even when I was held in the hands of countless immortal fellow Daoists in the fairy realm, the good tea sent is not as good as today's seeds.

Yuan Fengqing couldn't help but ask, "What kind of tea is this?" It tastes a bit like the dragon well before the rain, but it's not. ”

Seeing that she still knows how to taste tea, the look of the blood painting is rare and there is no irony, no coldness, just said lightly, "Since you know how to taste tea, you know that it is not incurable, for the sake of the deity and you, I don't mind telling you the truth." ”

Yuan Fengqing was stunned, "What is the truth?" ”

The blood painting "tsk" twice, and mockery appeared in his eyes again, "You yourself are also a Dan Master, and Dan Dao is the same as the Dao of Medicine, but you didn't realize that the real reason why you can't cultivate is that you have an extremely strong seal in your body?" ”

Seal? Yuan Fengqing blinked, and after reacting, he stood up with a thud, and frowned, "What seal?" ”

"This, the deity can't tell you, because the deity can't help you untie it."

Yuan Fengqing looked at him, he was still making tea elegantly, he didn't look at her at all, but from his calm look and faint eyes, Yuan Fengqing could see that he didn't deceive himself! Or rather, there is no need for him to deceive himself at all!

Seal? Seal? It turns out that his inability to cultivate is not really a waste of wood, but that someone has planted a seal in his body, so he can't cultivate?

Yuan Fengqing thought about it again and again, only to feel inexplicable and ecstatic, but she quickly calmed down, even if she knew that there was a seal planted in her body? She can't even solve the blood painting, who else can help her solve it? Could it be that she is going to carry this seal in this life, staying forever in the late stage of qi refining and not being able to advance an inch?

The mood fell to the bottom again, she slowly sat back on the chair, her expression was depressed, she was in no mood at all, and even the fragrance of tea in the glass jar could not make her happy.

Seeing that she was about to die again, the pliers in the blood painting's hand were thrown heavily on the tea tray, and there was a bang, which startled her, only to hear him snort coldly, "Are you so unambitious?" What if you can't break through the foundation? If the deity wants you to win, anyone can stop you! ”

"I'm ......," Yuan Fengqing wanted to refute, but he was speechless, he could only purse his lips and have nothing to say.

"Do you have a five-grade defensive magic weapon in your cabinet?"

The question of the sudden transfer of the blood painting made Yuan Fengqing stunned for a moment, and for some reason jumped from the seal on her body to the top of the dress, but this guy's thinking is definitely not something that a mortal like her can understand. For the sake of him drinking tea with him tonight, Yuan Fengqing nodded, got up and walked to the wardrobe, and took out the five-grade defensive clothes that she wore when she was eight years old from the bottom drawer.

"Do you want it? Give it to you, the right to save us in Canghua Mountain that day. Yuan Fengqing walked back to the table, put the clothes on the table and said.

Blood Painting glared at her, "What does the deity want this?" Is it used as a rag? After speaking, he shook his hand, threw the folded clothes into the air, and tore it in half with a random stroke of his right hand.

The candlelight on the table was reflected on the two halves of the clothes, and the surface of the clothes still rippled with a faint brilliance, like a glimpse of floating light, and like a moonlight.

Yuan Fengqing looked down at the two halves of the clothes on the table, but there was no reaction, he frowned when he saw the blood painting, and couldn't help asking, "Do you want to become the first person in the Immortal Dao, or do you want to be half-dead forever?" ”

"The first person in the Immortal Dao?" Yuan Fengqing smiled self-deprecatingly, "I can't even beat a thousand-year-old monster, how can I talk about the first person?" ”

"The deity, as long as you answer me this question!"

Hearing the rebuke in his tone, Yuan Fengqing looked at him a little strangely, tonight's blood painting seemed to be a little different, he sat at the table, the candle flame swayed on his jade face, and it actually set off a little soft color! He no longer looks so high-minded, no one in his eyes, and his amber eyes no longer carry the pride and evil spirit of the world, as if he has changed as a person.

After a moment of distraction, Yuan Fengqing came to his senses, remembered his previous ability, and then thought of the question he had just asked, and a sense of excitement arose in his heart, and he straightened his face and said solemnly, "Of course I want to be the first person in the Immortal Dao!" ”