Danhaiding is very small, but the actual weight is heavier than it seems, and the weight in other aspects is as heavy as a mountain.

Ding is a heavy weapon, and the town is desolate all over the world.

But this Danhai Ding is too heavy, and the five sects can't bear its weight, and the entire north can't.

There is no alchemist who does not desire a better tripod, and Han Shuangyue is the same, the success rate of refining pills in a good alchemy tripod is also high, as Qiong Youdao said, as long as she can use this tripod, then the success rate of refining pills at this stage is one hundred percent.

At this stage, she is also refining the second-grade pill, and the Danhai Ding is the fifth-grade refining pill tripod, wouldn't it be easy to kill the chicken with a knife?

But its weight is too heavy, the weight that Wuzong and Yanbei can't bear, Han Shuangyue knows that she can't lift the crown.

She smiled and shook her head, "Flowers for beauties, swords for heroes, a good alchemy tripod, you need a good alchemist, I don't deserve this tripod." ”

Han Shuangyue rejected Dan Haiding, brushed her sleeves and took the clouds, Qingsi raised her head and turned to leave, and went back to the room to continue to comprehend the experience of refining medicine.

She has her own ideas, and she doesn't argue too much with Qiong Youdao, she doesn't know why Qiong Youdao is so persistent, and thinks to herself, is it possible that the fourth-grade heavenly and earthly treasures and the fifth-grade alchemy pill are so worthless outside the five sects?

The conjecture in her heart strengthened her desire for the outside world.

Seeing Han Shuangyue return to the room, Qiong Youdao didn't say anything, turned his hand and put Danhaiding into his storage ring, and replaced it with a fruit.

Time passed minute by minute, Han Shuangyue never came out after entering the house, and Qiongyou Daopan sat on top of the old root and didn't move, didn't go into the house to disturb Han Shuangyue, and didn't leave to go somewhere else, just sat here until it was dark.

It's been a whole day, and Chang Muxian hasn't moved.

Neither the roots nor the branches of the surrounding ancient trees have crossed the fence of the small courtyard, so this small courtyard is the only place in the dense forest that can be reached by the moonlight.

There is a way to look up at the sky, the moonlight is sprinkled on the face, I don't know what I am thinking.

When he was young, the lights were lit in the house, the lights flickered, the shadows lingered, and Han Shuangyue pushed the door out.

"I'm sorry, I forgot the time, and if I wasn't careful, it would be dark. Come to the house, don't sit outside, I don't know if the island in the middle of the lake at night can be as calm as the day. ”

The wind rose on the island in the middle of the lake at night, the wind was very weak and could not blow the ancient trees rooted in the long river of history, the wind echoed in the forest, the wind passed through the forest, and echoed in the darkness of the dense forest like the shallow cry of a sleeping beast.

Dome Youdao glanced back at the darkness behind him, and then got up and walked towards the house.

"There's a bed here, and I'll rest here at night. Han Shuangyue pointed to the only bed in the room and said.

In the evening, Han Shuangyue had to continue to study the experience of the alchemist, and she didn't want to waste a minute or a second here, so Qiong Youdao didn't say anything polite to Han Shuangyue, and lay down on the bed directly.

And Han Shuangyue sat in front of the bookshelf at the other end of the room, accompanied only by the lamp beside her, and the light emitted by the beating lamp flame was the only light source in the room, wrapping and illuminating Han Shuangyue's figure.

In the shadows that could not be illuminated by the lights, Qiong Youdao glanced sideways at the shadows in the lights and smiled lightly.

Just as they were the only light in the dark forest outside the house, exposed to the darkness, it was unknown how many eyes were watching them in the depths of the dense forest.

Sooner or later, it will come.

Dome Youdao closed his eyes and fell asleep, until late at night, when he suddenly opened his eyes.

And Han Shuangyue, who was immersed in the sea of books, also had a hint of feeling, this is the innate awe of the weak to the strong, just like the majesty of the king cannot be provoked, everyone who sees it bows down to him, unless it is the same king.

She came back to her senses and extinguished the lights beside her, listening intently to the movement outside the house.

It was quiet outside, and there was a faint sound of the wind blowing, but nothing else.

Han Shuangyue got up cautiously, gently pushed the window open a crack and peeked out, and through the white moonlight, she faintly saw a figure appear in the dark forest.

Seeing the figure Han Shuangyue's pupils shrinking sharply, she hurriedly trotted towards the firmament.

"Dome ......"

Approaching the bedside, Han Shuangyue's feet suddenly weakened, and then she couldn't use her strength all over, and the whole person pounced on Qiongyoudao.

Hearing the sound and wanting to get up, Qiong Youdao had just gotten up halfway when he was pounced on by Han Shuangyue.

Han Shuangyue pounced, Qiong Youdao hurriedly turned his head, dodged the head-on collision, and was hit on the cheek by Han Shuangyue, who pounced;

And Han Shuangyue's red lips were imprinted on Qiong Youdao's face, and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, but this opening used up the last trace of strength, and in just a moment, she felt that her eyelids had become extremely heavy, like a kilogram of stone, and it was difficult to support it.

Han Shuangyue closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

And the dome under Han Shuangyue didn't speak, he put the sleeping Han Shuangyue flat on the bed, and then got up and pushed the door out.

Outside the house, it was dark and quiet, and the dome stood in the courtyard, looking directly at the stone path where they came, and there was a sound of walking footsteps coming from the stone path swallowed by the dark forest.

The wind carried the sound of footsteps through the forest, the dark figure on the stone path slowly walked out of the dense forest, a woman appeared in the sight of the firmament, the white moonlight dispelled the shadow on her body, she had the same appearance as Han Shuangyue, it was the fake Han Shuangyue who met in the garden yesterday.

The fake Han Shuangyue turned from the fruit of Changmu Immortal, let's call her Changmu Immortal.

Chang Mu Xian walked over, still holding the herbs that Qiong Youdao used as an excuse yesterday.

"Childe, you forgot to take your herbs. Chang Mu Xian stretched out his hand with medicinal herbs towards the firmament, "The safflower is better than the fire but the nature is cold, the moon is covered with frost, and the stamen is like a silver needle, which can clear the mind and benefit the qi to assist in cultivation; ”

Her name, which means that she admits that she is not Han Shuangyue.

Qiong Youdao knew that Chang Mu Xian did not make a special trip to deliver Frost Moon Red, and Chang Mu Immortal also knew that Qiong Youdao did not take out Frost Moon Red specifically to ask her about medicinal herbs.

"I'm tired of the girl running away. Qiong Youdao smiled and stretched out his hand to take the frost moon red handed by Chang Mu Xian, but Chang Mu Xian suddenly withdrew his hand, and whispered to Qiong Youdao with crooked eyebrows: "The little girl answered Childe's question, I don't know if Childe can answer the little woman...... A few questions?"

Qiong Youdao's outstretched hand stayed in mid-air, did not retract, looked at Chang Muxian and couldn't help but smile, shaking his head and smiling: "I'm not the person you're looking for, and the person you're looking for isn't here." ”

"Oh, Childe knows what I'm going to ask?" Chang Muxian stretched out his hand to grasp Frost Moon Red again, the back of his hand facing upwards, placed on the palm of the Firmament Dao, and grasped Frost Moon Red tightly.

"You're waiting for your master, Su Dachang. ”

Chang Mu Xian's grip on Frost Moon Red's hand loosened, and Frost Moon Red fell into Qiong Youdao's palm.