Twilight quadrangle.

It will be the birthday of the old lady in the near future, and the maids and maids in the mansion are very busy.

Ji Hongxiang was counting the tea sets to be used on the day of the birthday banquet with other maids, and was concentrating, when she suddenly heard a girl say respectfully: "I've seen the eldest lady!" ”

"I've seen the eldest lady!"

"I've seen the eldest lady!"

……

She turned back.

But it was a girl in a yellow shirt standing in the courtyard. The orange halo sprinkled on the top of the girl's hair and shoulders, and she looked like a cute person.

It was Mu Chongyun's daughter, a ten-year-old child who had just entered the late stage of qi refining, Mu Qingyuan.

It's not quite accurate to say that they are children. The girl is fifteen and sixteen, and ten years old is already half an adult.

Mu Qingyuan held her chin high, like a proud crane, and her tone was also high: "What about the little girl with red makeup?" Come out for me! ”

It's like you're not a little girl! Ji Hong's makeup said secretly. The maids walked out with sympathy or pity or schadenfreude.

Ji Hong makeup has become accustomed to it.

Maybe it's because children are sensitive by nature, since they just started crawling, Mu Qingyuan has been constantly fighting against red makeup.

At that time, she would grab toys with red makeup, and when she could speak, she would start to grab clothes with red makeup, and when she could walk, she would have to push red makeup first.

At that time, Zhenniang was even more distressed by red makeup. But she obviously didn't know that Ji Hongxiang had never been the master of bullying. When Mu Qingyuan snatched her toys, she threw the other party's toys directly into the water, and when she snatched her clothes, she "accidentally" created a crack in her clothes, and when she pushed her, she used her strength to dodge, so that the other party fell into the mud because of inertia.

Later, as he grew older, Mu Qingyuan didn't compete with red makeup anymore. Probably because he realized the meaning of identity and was unwilling to surrender his identity, but that rejection was deeply rooted.

When I was a child, it was to win the attention of my mother, but when Zhenniang died, Mu Qingyuan gradually felt unwilling.

Why, the mortal qualification of a lingering spirit root can make her mother's eyes add to her?

It wasn't until later that Mu Chongyun warned her: You don't have to surrender your identity for the sake of mortals. Only then did she suddenly realize her narrow-mindedness - her identity was much more noble than Ji Hong's makeup!

In this case, it is natural for me to be as noble as I am, and to teach those servant girls who don't know the height of the sky!

Mu Qingyuan thought so, so, like teasing an insignificant ant, she always seemed to be able to feel pleasure from teasing Ji Hong's makeup again and again, and she never got tired of it.

She commanded arrogantly, "You—" She pointed to Ji Hong's makeup, "It looks like the work is very meticulous, it just so happens that Miss Ben's clothes are expensive, you have washed them all for me!" ”

As she spoke, she clapped her hands, and immediately four or five maids each held a large wooden basin, which was filled with a dazzling array of clothes.

Mu Qingyuan emphasized domineeringly: "I have to finish washing tonight!" ”

Ji Hongxiang furrowed her small eyebrows: "How can this-"

Syllable!

A white shadow flashed in front of him, and there was immediately a bloody trace on Ji Hong's face.

Everyone gasped.

"Miss Ben just said okay!" Mu Qingyuan withdrew Bai Aya and sneered: "What? Are you unhappy with me? As she spoke, she unleashed the spiritual power fluctuations of her late stage of qi refining without any scruples, and all the servants were ordinary people with no foundation, and one by one they were suppressed to the point that their faces were bloodless, their lips were pale, and one or two younger ones had already knelt down with a thud.

Ji Hongxiang lowered her head, her breathing became heavier, and a trace of spiritual power secretly rose from the fine meridians of her body, and she tried her best to control her constantly weak knees and trembling limbs.

"Humph!"

With Mu Qingyuan's cold snort, all the pressure suddenly focused on Ji Hong's body.

Rumble!

An invisible mountain weighed heavily on her back, and a convulsion spread uncontrollably from her body, she gritted her teeth, her teeth chattered, she couldn't breathe, and a rust smell welled up in her throat.

The oppression of the two realms is an insurmountable barrier for Ji Hong's makeup!

"Bang"!

It was like a knees cracking, and it was like a heavy slap.

shattered her once-mirrored thoughts.

She had never realized so clearly that she was actually just an ordinary person living humbly in the cultivation realm!

Ten years, she is not good, but it is definitely not bad, her experience makes her like a fish in water among her peers, her experience makes her know more about forbearance, know how to retreat and seek perfection, she avoided the danger from Mu Chongyun, resolved the difficulties from Mu Qingyuan, she even quietly used various means to regulate her body, she almost thought that she would be able to live a better life in this world.

Unlike the people in this world, who are deeply rooted in their bones, Ji Hongxiang has never realized this so straightforwardly and soberly.

Why was she abandoned back then, and why could Mu Qingyuan bully her unscrupulously? Just because this is the cultivation realm, it is the cultivation realm that believes in the most primitive and rude law of the jungle.

There are only four simple words here.

Big fish eat little fish.

No one saw Ji Hong's expression.

No one knew that there was a spark buried deep in her heart.

Dong'er tugged at her cuffs behind her, her lips turned white from bite, and shook her head at her, her eyes full of pleading.

In Dong'er's opinion, they are just insignificant subordinates, and if the master wants to find fault, they can only bear it, and she can't even understand what is going on with the faint arrogance of red makeup.

Ji Hongxiang pursed her lips tightly, almost in a straight line.

She took a deep breath: "Yes, Miss. ”

After Mu Qingyuan saw that Ji Hongxiang endured such humiliation, he finally chose to surrender, and there was a joy in his heart, even better than the simple fault finding before.

She admired the masterpiece and admired the blood marks on Ji Hong's face for a long time, casually threw out a small bottle of medicine, and said disgustedly: "Give you to recuperate." Miss Ben's grandmother's birthday is approaching, but you can't be scared of your grandmother! ”

Ji Hong's makeup inhaled slowly. watched Mu Qingyuan leave.

She stared fixedly at the goose-yellow back, holding the vial in her hand.

Mu Qingyuan is already in the late stage of qi refining, and you are only in the early stage of qi refining.

She said to herself. But my heart is getting deeper and deeper......

*

secretly used the magic trick, and it wasn't until the middle of the moon that Ji Hongmakeup finally returned to her room.

She took out the red rope hanging around her neck, on which hung a dull and inconspicuous embroidered bag, and carried the thin spiritual power in the meridians, and she opened the storage bag.

From it, he took out a booklet that had been rolled up in the corners because it had been read too many times, and it read "The Summary of the Methods of the Qi Refining Period", the name was simple and crude, or in the eyes of others, it was a simplified character that lacked strokes, and the identity of the person who named it was known at a glance.

The recipe used by Ji Hong's makeup today is learned from above. When she first got the bag, the contents were very shabby except for a few elixirs, and she knew at a glance that it was second-hand. But she doesn't dislike it, after all, to be honest, this body's mother always has affection for her, otherwise she wouldn't have secretly stuffed her with such a full storage bag when she was dying.

She was actually quite grateful, even though she didn't have much emotion.

Speaking of which, if she hadn't taken care of her when she couldn't take care of herself, maybe she would have died early in this life.

She took a deep breath.

The heart of the candle soaked in vegetable oil burned and cowered, like that cowardly and stupid woman. On the first day she was born, she knew what kind of person her father was in this life, but this woman still stupidly believed in her husband, and finally ended up dying of depression, which is embarrassing.

It was precisely because of the precautions that when the woman secretly added the elixir to her meal, she not only finished it cleanly, but also continued to pretend to be weak.

Her titular mother, Lingshu, died when she was three years old, and her own mother, Zhen Niang, died when she was four years old. All the people who knew about it were dead, and she didn't believe that it had nothing to do with Mu Chongyun at all.

This is a man with wolf ambitions.

It's a pity that he missed a Ji Hong makeup.

What he didn't know was that Ji Hongxiang had not only cultivated, but also cultivated to the second level of qi refining.

Maybe in his opinion, Ji Hong's makeup is destined to not set off any big waves, and it is not worth his trouble at all, so he simply does not have this person. This also made Ji Hongxiang breathe a sigh of relief and calm down to cultivate.

She pulled out a pearl-sized nucleus from her pocket, shallow ravines crisscrossing the surface of the nucleus, and the undried blood had dried up in the lines, a little blackened, but that didn't detract from the charm it exuded.

Its body exudes a soft and beautiful fluorescence, like a cardamom girl lightly plopping on the powder, or like a faint firefly on a summer night, and an irrepressible attraction seems to be slowly emanating from its interior.

If Mu Qingyuan saw this thing, he would definitely be so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, even if he didn't care about his face, he would snatch it.

Because this is where all the essence of the demon beast is gathered - the beast core, also known as Bizhu, or Bidan.

It contains the crystallization of the spiritual power of the demon beast's life, if it is supplemented by cultivation, the purity and efficiency of the spiritual power absorbed are much higher than those directly absorbed from heaven and earth, which can make cultivation a thousand miles in a day, such a treasure, the chance of being conceived in a low-level demon beast is not much greater than the chance of cultivating the spirit root to build a foundation, even among demon beasts, it is impossible to resist the temptation and confusion of devouring the core of the same kind of beast.

Therefore, there is also a saying that "the day is a blue, and a thousand days become a god".

Today, in the back mountain of the tea house, it happened that two low-level demon beasts were fighting, and Ji Hong made up a fisherman, not wanting to hang the baby unexpectedly.

She held the blue bead in her hand, sat cross-legged, and looked to the sky with her five hearts, carefully recalling the "Qi Refining Technique"

"There is one vitality, there are ten thousand incarnations, and all must be one, and then the ...... is born"

As she breathed and breathed, strands of golden silk threads that were clearly extinguished detached from the blue beads, the golden threads slowly swam, and an invisible suction force seemed to be generated around Ji Hong's makeup, absorbing all the golden threads from the air into the meridians. In the meridians that could not be seen by the naked eye, countless golden filaments swam with difficulty, and a gray impurity between the thin wall membranes hindered the absorption of the golden threads, and finally the aura that ran to the dantian was unexpectedly one in a hundred. This still uses the effect of Bizhu, if it is an ordinary cultivation, I am afraid that even one thousandth will be a little difficult.

After running for a small week, Ji Hongxiang felt that her limbs were sore, and she knew that this was a phenomenon of meridian fatigue, so she had to stop and rest, but fortunately, Fang Cai's injury was already healed.

This is the flaw of the Lingering Root.

Spiritual roots are all over the meridians, and most of the good or bad spiritual roots are closely related to the meridians, so testing the quality of a person's spiritual roots can quickly judge his talent. Lingering spiritual root means that it will be very difficult to absorb spiritual energy, not only is the absorbed spiritual energy less than one percent of the normal spiritual root, but the meridians are very easy to fatigue, and it is impossible to cultivate for a long time.

Ji Hong makeup is not only a lingering spirit root, but also a double spirit root. This meant that less than one percent of the aura she had absorbed would be split in two!

Ji Hongxiang began to cultivate after Zhen Niang's death, and it has been six years since she refined the second layer of qi; And Mu Qingyuan, who started cultivating at the age of six, has been practicing for four years, and now he has reached the late stage of qi refining!

As soon as she thought of this, an inexplicable bitterness rose in Ji Hong's heart.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, in the cultivation realm, which is more cruel than the natural world in her previous life, the weak can only be oppressed and driven.

She used the elixir left to her by Zhenniang, and she also earned spirit stones and elixirs from various channels, and today, under the effect of these magical medicines, the signs of early death at birth have gradually faded, if she does not want to forge ahead, it is completely feasible to become a mortal and live an ordinary life.

However......

Thinking of Mu Qingyuan's strength now, and Mu Chongyun's ruthlessness.

Ji Hongxiang suddenly had an indescribable desire for strength.

The double stagnation spirit root, the root bone is weak, her natural qualifications are already inferior, can she really become stronger?

She couldn't help but think of Mu Chongyun's evaluation.

"The Appearance of Early Death".

"Mediocre qualifications".

"It's useless".

Pursing her lips tightly, Ji Hongxiang took out another shabby booklet.

This is a bound scroll, the cover of which has long been eroded by time, but the colorful pictures on it have been painted with ingenious means of repair, and they are still well preserved.

It's about a book like a geography.

By the dim candlelight, she rubbed her hand over the legendary misty swamp on the scroll, where there were precious unicorns, which ate morning dew and bathed in moonlight, and only the clear-hearted could see them;

She had touched the deep canyon with her hand, the bottom of which grew the most beautiful flowers, inhabited by the most bewitching goblins;

She gently pointed at the most dangerous weak water abyss with her hand, which was originally a forbidden place where rare and exotic beasts were extinct, but the most touching legend of reincarnation was circulating.

……

There are three thousand worlds here, and the three thousand worlds have endless treasures and splendid scenery.

She gazed at the scroll, and though it was less than a ten-millionth of a description, it had fascinated her.

I heard that the monk Zhuji has been born into the Tao, and since then he has realized the Tao of heaven and lived longer than mortals, such as Mu Chongyun;

I heard that the Jindan monk has been transformed into Jindan, and since then he has lived more than 400 years in heaven and on earth, such as the patriarch of the Mu clan;

I heard that the Yuanying monk has turned into a baby in the purple mansion, and since then he has covered his hands**, and his longevity is endless, like a god-man-

What a rising and magnificent world this should be!

How could she be willing?

How could she be willing?

In the rare rebirth, he did nothing, learned all his life, or died early without leaving a trace, or became a mortal and was crushed by others?!!

How could she be willing?!

The candlelight became more and more dim, and the light light reflected on the girl's face, and suddenly, a dazzling brilliance swept by.

She remembered Mu Chongyun and Zhenniang's abandonment of her, she remembered the envy of everyone when they talked about Mu Qingyuan, she remembered the arrogance on Mu Qingyuan's face, and she remembered the powerlessness she saw when the white silk flew in!

She remembered the pain of being oppressed.

In an instant, like a spiritual spring empowerment, all the forbearance, unwillingness, and even jealousy that had been all poured up, drowning her in groups, but her eyes were brighter than ever!

……

"I can't stop there! If I live again, can't I still be free? ”

"What an early death! What qualifications are mediocre! What an assertion! What fate! ”

"I don't believe it!"

Ji Hongxiang stared at the bright candle center, as if that was the hope that she could fight for so far.

"I will not be reconciled!"

……

A meteor suddenly crossed the night sky, and its brilliant trajectory lasted for a long time in the darkness.