From the sixth to the ninth thunder tribulation, it has always maintained the form of four light gates, and it has become thicker and thicker each time, forcing Yuan Fengqing to break through the door for longer and longer, and there are more and more wounds on his body, and there is hardly any intact skin on his body, and his face has been hit by lightning in many places, looking blurred and terrifying. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After seven days and seven nights, Yuan Fengqing's nine thunder tribulations finally successfully survived, but he also exhausted his last strength and yuan power, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

The clouds and thunder and lightning in the sky gradually dispersed, the sun spilled into the valley through the cloud curtain, and the grass within a radius of hundreds of miles was scorched black by the thunder and lightning, and the hundreds of deep holes looked like the devastation after the Great War, which was shocking.

The moment Yuan Fengqing fell, the blood painting swept past like lightning, the purple robe flew over, reached out and picked up the dying Yuan Fengqing, helped her back to the cabin on the spaceship to lie down, and quickly took out two Jiupin pills from her Qiankun bag, one to recover her injuries, and the other to recover her Yuan Force, and after feeding her to swallow, she raised her palm to aim at her eyebrows, and a few traces of spiritual power poured out from her palm into her body, helping her repair her injuries and the five internal organs and eight veins of Qi Jing that had already been damaged by thunder and lightning inch by inch.

Yue Xiao stood at the door of the cabin and took a look, knowing that although Yuan Fengqing was extremely injured this time and almost hung by a thread, she also received the baptism of thunder and lightning, and the strength of her body had completely reached the realm of Xiaocheng, and the strength had already surpassed several times before, and she was both worried and happy for her in her heart.

Quietly withdrawing, Yue Xiao looked at the valley shrouded in sunlight, and thought to herself that although there was a blood painting to heal Yuan Fengqing, but judging from her current situation, it was impossible to get out of bed and walk for more than half a month, since she was going to live here for a while, she couldn't still sleep in the open air, right? It's better to build a thatched hut, find some utensils that can be used, eat and sleep well so as not to waste time.

Once he had made up his mind, he jumped off the ship and began to look around for hard wood to build a grass hut.

In this way, one fell asleep, one devoted himself to healing her wounds, and the other was bored and built a draft house, and the days passed quickly.

When the blood painting finished repairing the last wound in Yuan Fengqing's body, it was ten days later, and he looked tired and had a dark look in his eyes for ten days and ten nights, but he had no complaints, checked her pulse, and after making sure that he was just too tired to fall asleep, he breathed a long sigh of relief, took off his purple robe and covered it for her, and turned around and walked out of the small cabin.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the breeze is gentle, and the unique breath of the mountains is blowing in the face, which makes people feel slightly shocked.

The eyes of the blood painting involuntarily fell on the small grass hut a hundred meters away, and the fire was still burning outside the house.

A half-worn porcelain jar hung from the middle of the fire, with smoke and aroma waking from the fire, as if it were boiling some kind of broth.

It seems that these immortal cultivators, in fact, there will be no problem if they don't eat for a few months, but after all, they have been tired for so long, and when they suddenly smell such a fragrant broth, the gluttonous worms in their stomachs screamed more and more happily, making him involuntarily raise his eyebrows and slowly walk over.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yue Xiao walked out of the house, holding two pieces of roasted wild things in her hands, wrapped in wide leaves, covered with butter, and sprinkled with condiments, which looked smooth and steaming, very attractive.

"I guess you're going to be done tonight, so how about preparing a celebration in advance? This pheasant and hare are very well roasted. Yue Xiao was in good spirits, smiling happily at him from afar, his lips slightly hooked in blood, and he walked to the fire quickly.

Yue Xiao seemed to conjure up a rough small wooden table, obviously he had been bored these days, picking up a few pieces of dry wood and barely putting it together, although it seemed to tremble slightly, but it did not fall.

He put the two wild objects in his hand on the table, and then returned to the grass hut to take out two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, two slightly concave white stones rested on the table and said, "Although it is simple, it is better than grasping it with your hands, right?" ”

The blood painting was noncommittal, and his gaze unconsciously turned to the porcelain jar in the fire.

In the boiling water in the jar, there were some finely minced beef, and some verdant leaves, and I didn't know what it was, whether it could be eaten or not.

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Yue Xiao smiled, "These are wild vegetables, I found them nearby, I have already tasted them, they taste very delicious, and they are even more tempting to cook than the broth in the restaurant outside." ”

After that, he got up and grabbed the ears of the porcelain jar, carefully lifted it and poured it into the two stone bowls, and then took out the two pots of sake that he had purchased in the town before and said, "Although the taste of this wine is a little lighter, it is always disappointing to have meat and no wine, so let's drink some of it." ”

"Slow," the blood painting waved his hand to stop him from pouring wine, slowly took out two purple glass wine glasses from the Qiankun bag, and took out a white jade porcelain bottle, after opening the cap, slowly poured two glasses, the clear fragrance of wine permeated the heaven and earth, adding an intoxicating beauty to the quiet and peaceful night, which made Yue Xiao feel a lot of emotion, "Sure enough, Brother Blood Painting will pay attention to the quality of life wherever he goes, your wine must be hard to find, right?" ”

"When I was in Cangyun Mountain, I went to the back mountain to collect dew and flowers to make wine when I had nothing to do, this Fosang flower wine has a unique flavor, you try it." After the blood painting was filled with wine, he put away the wine bottle and said.

"Fossan wine?" Yue Xiao was stunned, "I only heard of peach blossom wine and apricot blossom wine, and the first time I heard that there is also a Buddha Mulberry wine, I really want to try it." After speaking, he raised his glass and drank it with great interest, but as soon as the wine entered his mouth, he felt miserable, his facial features suddenly wrinkled, and he opened his mouth and waved his hand again and again, wanting to disperse the bitterness in his mouth, and his expression seemed to be extremely funny.

The blood painting, which completely ignored his exaggerated demeanor, didn't seem to feel the bitter taste of the wine, and slowly tasted it, swallowing it with a blank face, and had no other reaction at all.

Yue Xiao couldn't help but wonder, "Don't you feel bitter? ”

Blood Painting put down the wine glass and said lightly, "Wine is not bitter and self-suffering, but it is bitter in our own hearts." ”

Listening to these philosophical words, Yue Xiao was silent for a long time before saying, "Yes, no matter how hard it is, I am bound by myself." After speaking, he took another sip slowly, and with the previous foundation, he didn't feel how bitter this time was, but after the wine slowly flowed into his throat, there was a fragrant taste, which was also peculiar.

After tasting the wine and eating the meat, Yue Xiao asked casually, "Brother Blood Painting, with all due respect, what do you want to do if you insist on flying to the Immortal Realm?" ”

The action of the blood painting to drink the soup paused slightly, his eyes raised, and his amber eyes revealed a bit of coldness, "If Your Excellency only wants to find the answer to your identity, you don't need to ask more, otherwise you will be asking for hardship, don't blame Benjun for not reminding." ”

Hearing him suddenly call himself "Your Excellency", Yue Xiao knew that he was surprised, and hurriedly smiled, "Yue Xiao just cares about you because she treats you as her best friend." Blood painting, to be honest, I vaguely feel that you seem to have a very dangerous secret hidden in your heart, which will not only destroy you, but may also ruin Fengqing! ”