Wen Chunxiang drank, but never drank the wine made by Linghua.

His nose is also very smart, generally as long as he smells the smell, he knows whether there are flowers in it or not, what will happen if he drinks it, and his body will have the influence of temple nourishment. But there was only one wine he didn't touch at all, and that was the Hundred Flowers wine.

Baihua wine, made from thousands of kinds of spiritual flowers and nectar, is almost the best in the wine, and it is a rare treasure for monks. One bite down, with a long aftertaste and replenishment, is often sold out as soon as it is released. Even if it is a demon cultivator who has cultivated a spiritual plant, he will buy a pot from time to time to satisfy his cravings.

As for cannibalism?

I'm sorry, for demon cultivators, digging up the other party's inner pill and eating it directly is one of the fastest ways to increase cultivation, and the strength of the counterattack is very small, and it has always been one of the methods commonly used by countless demon cultivators.

Not to mention that the spirit flower that has not bloomed the spirit of wisdom and has been brewed, even if the spirit flower that has been made into wine has been brewed, they will not feel the slightest discomfort when they drink it. It's just that you need to take care of the psychological disorder.

If Wen Chunxiang didn't have the shackles of demonic energy, he would definitely drink Baihua wine often, because drinking too much would make his petals more beautiful, and the flowers would be more beautiful. But the premise of this qiē is that he can blossom.

"Bai, Baihua wine, I can't drink it." Wen Chunxiang's eyes were a little misty, and he silently ran the exercises for a week, and just now he spit out blood again, and then he was barely a little sober, "Let's go to find Yan Qiao, we can't go any further." ”

"Senior, is there a problem with this wine?" Xie Zhenghong was rarely silent and asked with difficulty.

The wine was served to his seniors, and if it weren't for the seniors' trust in him, the seniors wouldn't have drunk it so defenselessly. One sip, just one sip, the predecessors have become like this, what will become if they all drink it, Xie Zhenghong doesn't dare to think about it.

Xie Zhenghong's life can be called thrilling and dangerous all the way, even if he was seriously injured when he rescued his predecessors, it was not painful for Xie Zhenghong. But at this moment, Wen Chunxiang spit out a mouthful of blood, as if he had slashed a few swords heavily on his body.

His heart had never been so heavy.

Xie Zhenghong, who has never regretted it, regrets his carelessness very much at this moment, so that his predecessors are like this.

"It's okay, this wine is not poisonous, it's just ...... It's my own problem. If it weren't for now, there would be nothing to do with this seat. Wen Chunxiang's face was very ugly, but he still grabbed Xie Zhenghong's hand and replied reluctantly. The spell that can completely mask the smell of the Hundred Flowers Wine is much more expensive than this Hundred Flowers Wine. How could there be such a thing, a calendar and a light? I'm afraid that in the first place, this wine was directed at him. It's just that Wen Chunxiang can't figure it out anyway, what the people behind the scenes are trying to give him this wine, there are not many people who know his identity, and it is impossible to deduce so many people!

It's just these things, why bother to tell Xie Zhenghong? Even if he doesn't look at it at the moment, he knows what kind of mood the little monk is in at the moment. Really, it was obviously his own bad luck that affected the little monk, but it made the little monk worried.

He, the Demon Emperor, is also becoming more and more useless.

"It's just careless. Let's go, let's go back to the big world of the sun. ”

After speaking, Wen Chunxiang grabbed Xie Zhenghong's shoulder, pinched it with one hand, and the two disappeared together in the Xingping world.

The Great World of the Sunset.

It is an island floating in the sea.

It's not so much an island, but its area is the size of an ordinary small world, but it's more appropriate to say it's a continent.

However, on this kind of island, there is only one huge tree, which shades half of the sky, and the sunlight passes through the branches and leaves, one after another, leaving dappled light and shadow on the ground, making this towering giant tree more holy and charming.

Bang!

There was another loud roar from under the tree, and before a flame could burn, it was watered by a group of spirit plants. Then, countless vines and trees gathered, quickly moving on the original ruins, and after a while, another elegant wooden house appeared.

Blew up again.

Yan Qiao held his forehead, and wanted to tell his Taoist companion, you are really not suitable for the method of water refining, if you continue like this, his cave will be blown up. If there was any progress, he would endure it, but apart from the fact that the ways of frying the alchemy room were becoming more and more varied, there was no progress at all! Only the fighting spirit of the pure fire became more and more frustrated, and it was blown up a few times at the beginning, but now it is uncomfortable not to blow up a few times a day.

"There was a bit of a problem with the technique just now, but if I try again, I should be able to master it." Jinghuo walked out with a dirty face, and said to Yan Qiao seriously.

“…… You've said this excuse dozens of times. Yan Qiao looked at the pure fire depressedly, "You better change the method, alchemy still needs spiritual fire, and the so-called method of refining is just a side subject." ”

"It's been blown up so many times, and there's nothing to do it again. You also said that this is just a side-by-side method, it makes no sense that I can refine the best flawless pill, but I can't master this small water refining method. Jinghuo disagreed, "Don't worry, it's a big deal that I'll pay you spirit stones." ”

This is not a problem with the spirit stone at all.

Yan Qiao wanted to say something, but when he saw the undoubted look on Jinghuo's face, he still relented. Although Jinghuo is obsessed with alchemy, he is still very good to him as a Taoist couple, and he has eaten a lot of those refined pills as snacks. Thinking of this, the little anger that rose in Yan Qiao's heart disappeared, "Okay, okay, it's good if you're happy." ”

Yan Qiao is so easy to speak, but the pure fire is a little awkward, "Otherwise, let's double cultivate again, this time I promise not to burn you,"

It's okay not to say it, but Yan Qiao is even more depressed when he says it.

Originally, if they were just gods and friends, there was no problem, it felt very good, and the cultivation of the two of them also increased somewhat, but this double cultivation still felt a little unsteady, so Yan Qiao found another double cultivation method, and planned to try the double cultivation of the flesh. Yan Qiao's preliminary preparations were all good, and the pure fire was also very cooperative, after all, they were already double cultivators who had concluded a double cultivation ceremony. Who knew that while doing it, the feeling of purifying the fire came, and the flames burned rubbing.

Yan Qiao's body is a tree, and he has entered the body of the pure fire, but the burned outside is charred and the inside is tender, and it can be directly pulled to make charcoal.

The first double cultivation of the physical body, although it is also refreshing, but the consequences are also very heavy.

Hearing Jinghuo say this, Yan Qiao was also a little interested, this time he was fully prepared, and he would not be afraid of Jinghuo burning him again when the time came.

"Since we are Taoist couples, we don't need to be so clear." Yan Qiao took Jinghuo's hand and smiled gently, "I'm just worried that you'll be frustrated if you keep failing." ”

"Not really." Jinghuo shook his head and said, "Every failure can bring me closer to success, I have time, not in a hurry." ”

Looking at Jinghuo's indifferent and deep face saying such pure words, Yan Qiao felt a little itchy, as if he was eaten by those nasty people and insects when he couldn't cultivate his human form and couldn't move before. It's just that the current itchy feeling doesn't make him feel annoying.

"Jinghuo, I'll ......" Yan Qiao leaned slightly towards Jinghuo, intending to kiss him.

"Who?" The pure fire just dodged Yan Qiao's "sneak attack", and vigilantly looked at the light flying in the air.

The light fell in front of the two of them, and slowly dispersed, revealing two figures.

Yan Qiaopi looked at Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong, who had disturbed his good deeds, with a smile, and asked softly, "Rare guest!" I wonder what advice the two of you have when you come to the Humble House? ”

If he doesn't come sooner or later, he rarely wants to do something.

It's too much of a pick.

However, as soon as Yan Qiao finished speaking, he sensed that Wen Chunxiang was wrong.

He sniffed, his face a little strange, "What have you eaten, the fragrance of flowers on your body is too strong." If it weren't for Wen Chunxiang standing in front of him at the moment, he almost thought that Wen Chunxiang would bloom in front of him the next moment.

Xie Zhenghong saw that Chunxiang had not spoken all the time, and he was even more anxious, knowing that his predecessors did not speak, but could not speak.

"Lord Demon Emperor, my predecessor accidentally drank the Baihua wine brought back by the poor monk to become like this, I don't know what the Demon Emperor can do?" Xie Zhenghong took a step forward and said simply.

"Hundred Flowers Wine?" Yan Qiao's face became even more strange, "Didn't he smell it when he drank it?" ”

"I didn't ...... Burst. Wen Chunxiang spat blood again, but his face was more ruddy, and his eyes were watery, "That Baihua wine, I can't smell it, cough cough." ”

Jinghuo looked at Yan Qiao, then at Wen Chunxiang, and felt very sorry for Wen Chunxiang to see the blood that fell on the ground.

If this is used for alchemy, how many superb pills can be refined?

I saw that the place where Wen Chunxiang vomited blood soon bloomed with all kinds of flowers, and the aura was overflowing, and he knew nothing at first sight.

"Lord Demon Emperor, look at ......" Xie Zhenghong hurriedly supported Wen Chunxiang and looked at Yan Qiao worriedly.

"You can touch him, you're more useful than me." Yan Qiao glanced at Xie Zhenghong faintly and said.

"Don't talk about these things, ahem." Wen Chunxiang glared at Yan Qiao, "I know you have a way, your Taoist is so good at alchemy, there is always a way to suppress it temporarily." ”

"What elixir?" Jinghuo hurriedly asked, "If I can help......

"Alchemy also takes time." Yan Qiao sighed and said, "For a monk like us, the blossoming and falling of flowers is originally where the Heavenly Dao cycle is, and you have violated the Heavenly Dao Nature and forcibly suppressed it, and now you have drunk the Hundred Flowers Wine, which has intensified your ...... Your ......"

"The little monk already knows, you have something to say." Wen Chunxiang broke the jar and broke the road.

"You only need to bloom once and you won't have any problems." Yan Qiao spread his hands and said, "I also have a few abandoned caves here, do I want to lend you one?" ”

"It's still too early, let your Daoist open the furnace for alchemy." Wen Chunxiang shook his head and said.

The ordinary cave heaven can't withstand the wear and tear at all, and when he blooms, it is difficult to control the demonic qi on his body, what if he hurts the little monk?

"Then you can't go on like this." Yan Qiao's face finally became a little stern, and he pointed at Wen Chunxiang and looked at Xie Zhenghong and said, "Xie Zhenghong, can you touch him?" ”

Xie Zhenghong nodded, "Poor monks can." ”

"That's easy." Yan Qiao stroked his palms and laughed, "You go and help your senior, help him release it, and control it for the time being." ”

Xie Zhenghong was a little incomprehensible, "Help, how to help?" ”

Wen Chunxiang stretched out his hand, grabbed Xie Zhenghong, and looked at Yan Qiao suspiciously, "Don't teach him badly, I don't need his help." ”

"Don't look at me so bitterly and hatefully." Yan Qiao said depressedly, "This is also a way to do it, besides, don't you say it last time, ...... you said it"

"Yan Qiao, the more you talk, the sooner people die, do you understand this truth?" Wen Chunxiang rudely interrupted Yan Qiao's words and said.

"Chunxiang seniors." Xie Zhenghong held Wen Chunxiang's hand instead, "Please listen to the little monk." ”

"Little monk, you don't have to worry about these ......," Wen Chunxiang said impatiently.

"Senior, needed." Xie Zhenghong raised his voice, looked at Wen Chunxiang seriously, and said, "This matter started because of me, let me let it go, the little monk is really difficult to accept." ”

"You ......" Wen Chunxiang wanted to say something, but he felt that Xie Zhenghong's hand holding him was even hotter than his face, and he couldn't say anything at once.

"Lord Demon Emperor, what does the poor monk need to do?" Xie Zhenghong turned his head to look at Yan Qiao and asked.

"Didn't I say it, help him get free." Yan Qiao suppressed the smile on his face with difficulty, "You look back at your senior, he looks like this, do you think he can do it himself?" ”

"You can come by yourself." Wen Chunxiang's face flashed with shame, "The little monk is a cultivator of Buddhism, he doesn't understand anything, what do you let him do." ”

"Of course it's necessary." Yan Qiao frowned and said, "Don't forget it, you are almost in the flowering period, and you have drunk Baihua wine, can you control it if you come by yourself?" Xie Zhenghong is a sealed Buddha cultivator, and he can help you, at least you can be more conscious. Otherwise, even if you block it this time, it will still break out next time. Your face is already red like this, what can you do? "Besides, didn't he ask Xie Zhenghong to help because of your temper and wanted to help you speed up?

Otherwise, Xie Zhenghong will really become a monk in the future, and you will regret it.

Yan Qiao only felt that he was heartbroken for this friend, but Wen Chunxiang didn't believe him, which really made him a little sad.

Xie Zhenghong was still thinking hard about what Yan Qiao meant by what he said, and suddenly he was enlightened, and suddenly realized that his face was red and Wen Chunxiang had to fight, and he didn't dare to look at Wen Chunxiang's face at all.

"You go to the cave to solve it, and I'll let the pure fire open the furnace for alchemy." Yan Qiao looked at Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang, and only felt that this place was full of an indescribable atmosphere. Even the Pure Fire, which had always been sluggish, felt a little uneasy, and only felt as if he was hindering something.

"The cave is endless, receive!" Yan Qiao raised his hand, a huge branch hung down, and a transparent and turquoise bead fell on Yan Qiao's hand, only as the password was pronounced, a layer of green light emitted from the bead, enveloping Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong.

"Don't resist, just go in." Yan Qiao's voice came, Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang both let go of their guards and were sucked into the beads together.

"Whew." Yan Qiao wiped the sweat on his head, only to feel that this cave dzi was too heavy, "Pure fire, help me find a place, I will set up a big array outside this cave heaven, just in case." ”

If Wen Chunxiang really blossomed here and the demonic qi was scattered, I am afraid that his body would be damaged.

Although the pure fire is still a little incomprehensible, he also knows the power of the cave dzi. Even in the hands of the Great Elder of the Flame World, there were not necessarily a few Cave Dzis.

Only when the monks above the tribulation period seal those secret realms stored in the three thousand worlds with secret methods, and then use the shark beads of the dragon shark to collect them, they can succeed about once or twice in ten times, and then they can really make the cave dzi and use it as a portable cave heaven.

Such a thing already has an extremely strong seal in itself, but now it has to add a few more layers......

Jinghuo nodded, pinched a few spells, and flew away from the island with Yan Qiao.

As soon as Xie Zhenghong entered the cave dzi, he was shocked by the scenery in the cave.

There is hardly any green here, only a crescent moon in the sky and the endless desert, which seems to be full of indescribable desolation and loneliness.

"This is an abandoned cave, and it's safe." Wen Chunxiang finally couldn't support it, and leaned on Xie Zhenghong's back weakly, "In the storage ring, there is a true treasure-level portable cave mansion, you take it out." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wen Chunxiang couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep.

It's just that the brows are still very tightly wrinkled, and it doesn't look comfortable.

"Senpai, Senpai!" Xie Zhenghong hurriedly caught it, stretched out his hand and touched Wen Chunxiang's head, not to mention the hot ones, and he also left a lot of sweat.

The floral fragrance came to the face, and compared to the previous lightness, it became very strong in an instant.

Xie Zhenghong hurriedly took out the portable cave mansion from Wen Chunxiang's storage ring, and flew into the cave mansion with Wen Chunxiang on his back.

There is also a jade collapse in the cave, which is much stronger than the one Xie Zhenghong bought for Wen Chunxiang, and before he stepped into the door, he felt cold to the bone. The moment Xie Zhenghong put Wen Chunxiang up, he saw that Wen Chunxiang's face was better, and he was probably a lot more comfortable.

Xie Zhenghong also figured out what was wrong before at this moment.

I'm afraid that someone knows their relationship with Li Heguang, and specially gave this wine to Li Heguang, and then gave it to his predecessors through himself. Otherwise, it wouldn't happen that this Baihua wine was masked and concealed from its predecessors. Even the predecessors can't smell the Baihua wine, how much is the value of such a thing, Xie Zhenghong can still estimate it. It's just that this method doesn't know when it will be useful, and it's full of uncertainty, why would the other party still use such means to harm the seniors?

Listening to Yan Qiao's words of the Demon Emperor, it seems that this Hundred Flowers Wine has no other role than to make the predecessors bloom in advance.

Wait a minute.

When his predecessor was drunk, he once said that he couldn't bloom if he had flowers.

Why can't it be opened? Is it because it can't be opened, or is it because what will happen after it is opened?

Xie Zhenghong remembered the seniors he saw in Yu Yao's memories back then, his eyes were red, and he looked demonic, as if he had changed someone.

Could it be that it has anything to do with that demonic energy?

"Hmm......" Wen Chunxiang unconsciously let out a few moans and groans, he has endured it from the beginning of the Xingping World to the present, almost to the limit.

As Yan Qiao said, as a flower demon, flowering is like human beings eating and drinking, and it can't be blindly suppressed at all.

What needs to be done is still to be done.

Since Xie Zhenghong came to the Xieyang World, he has never seen Wen Chunxiang once said "a bunch of concubines and beauties" or anything. Come to think of it, when the seniors sang "Eighteen Touches" to him, those lewd and chaotic pictures were just made by Wen Chunxiang.

Wen Chunxiang's expression at the moment was indescribable.

If I had to say it, there were only two words: "fragile".

Xie Zhenghong has seen all kinds of expressions on Wen Chunxiang's face, arrogant, cold, domineering, awkward, and even gentle that can only be seen occasionally, but the word "fragile" has nothing to do with his predecessors.

Even if he was trapped by the immortal rope, he had never seen such an expression on Wen Chunxiang's face.

Xie Zhenghong thought of what Yan Qiao had said before, and looked at Wen Chunxiang, who was constantly babbling on the couch, his face turned red, and he had to recite a lot of scriptures to calm himself down. It's a pity that the more you read it, the less effective it is.

The Buddha said that color, that is, is, emptiness, red face and dry bones, Xie Zhenghong never felt that there was anything wrong.

It's just that when there is such a senior in front of him, Xie Zhenghong can't help but be in a trance.

He wanted not to look at Wen Chunxiang, but he couldn't take his eyes off.

"Amitabha." Xie Zhenghong wiped the sweat on his head and walked towards Wen Chunxiang step by step. 、

"Senior, poor monk...... The poor monk was rude. Xie Zhenghong leaned his back against the cold collapse, stood with his left hand on his chest, and kept closing his eyes and reciting the Guanyin Heart Sutra, "Emptiness is color, color, that is, yes, emptiness," his right hand slowly touched the corner of Wen Chunxiang's clothes, and touched it along the clothes.

Wen Chunxiang only felt that he was caught in a spring dream where he couldn't see the scene clearly, his whole body was very hot, only his lower abdomen seemed to have a cloud of ice and snow, and he kept moving under him with coolness. But this is not enough, far from enough, the place where the snow has crossed is indeed very comfortable, but when it is gone, the body becomes hotter and more itchy. He couldn't help but move his body down to make himself more comfortable, but the snow seemed to pause, and it took a while before moving again.

The sound of chanting was always in my ears, and I could even smell a faint smell of sandalwood.

It should have been the sandalwood fragrance that he hated the most, but this one was different, it smelled good.

It seems that getting closer can make him feel comfortable.

Xie Zhenghong's fingers are very slender and have distinct joints, but he is surprisingly dexterous. It can string one hundred and eight Buddha beads one by one, and it can also perform a variety of fingering techniques, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Wen Chunxiang felt a lot more comfortable, and the remaining sanity that had been burned was also picked up a little bit.

He opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a cloud of black hair in front of him.

Then, Wen Chunxiang's body trembled slightly, and he fell asleep again.

In the cave, even the air wafts with a sweet but not greasy fragrance of flowers.

Xie Zhenghong's vestment was already soaked with sweat.