Thinking of this, Zhiwei took out his mobile phone.

"In late spring, bring my futon and tea set to the small forest in the nest of the East Ridge Mountain. As a teacher, I want to understand the mystery here today. In addition, bring a few people to protect the Dharma, and don't get close to the living. ”

Two quarters of an hour later, Twilight took people and belongings to the outside of the forest.

Instructed the others to inspect the neighborhood, and he took his things into the forest, and saw Master Baiyi Shengxue standing under a tree in the forest, raising his head and not knowing what he was looking at, and stepped forward and said:

"Master, I brought what you wanted."

"Well, help me get there." Zhiwei casually pointed to the bottom of a big tree.

"Yes." Twilight quickly cleared a place under the tree and put the corresponding items one by one, and thoughtfully brought a hemp mat and some pastries in addition to the things that the master wanted.

After he skillfully boiled the tea, Zhiwei nodded with great satisfaction.

"I may spend the night here today, you order me to go down and let people take turns outside the forest."

"Yes, Master." Twilight got up and exited the forest.

For these apprentices, the master is their idol, and they are not surprised to know what they say or do, they only feel unfathomable and extremely respectful.

The angle of the tree that Zhiwei found was very tricky, and he sat under the tree, and through the grass he could see the entrance to the secret room.

And it is difficult for those who come out of it to find him.

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Fang Jingrou, who was soaking in the hot spring, gradually breathed longer, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

The spring water caressed her skin, and the essence of the water penetrated into her body from the open pores of her body, and her whole soul and body were immersed in it.

It was originally formed by the eruption of magma from the core of the earth to scorch the lazuli, and later the volcano fell silent and became an extinct volcano. It also encounters underground water veins to form hot springs.

The red lazuli stone encounters a cold spring on the top, and there is an earth fire below, which gradually solidifies into a pool. After a long time, the karst cave in the mountain was formed, and later Feng Mingyue accidentally got the Danmu and planted it by the pool.

After more than 400 years of fusion and sacrifice, the essence of the five elements has been condensed in the water, which can nourish the soul and be reborn.

Fang Jingrou didn't know the effect of the essence of the five elements in this water, let alone what the essence of the five elements in this large pool meant.

A person who is about to die can get a drop of the essence of the five elements to hang his life for a hundred days without dying. For cultivators, one drop of the essence of the five elements is put under the tongue to enter the fixed refining, and the number of seven or seven is required.

Historically, the essence of the five elements has been a thing that cannot be obtained, and it is not easy to get a few drops at a time, how can there be a pool at a time. And the person who got this didn't understand it at all, so he used it directly as bath water.

Fang Jingrou herself had a strong soul power, but it was not opened in the state of ignorance, during which she devoured some of Feng Zhuhai's soul power, and fused a small part of Feng Mingyue's soul power.

The divine soul is powerful but unstable, and it doesn't know how to control it, so it's time to be nourished by the essence of the five elements. But in the more than 20 years that she has grown, her body has not been properly maintained, her yin and yang are unbalanced, her meridians are stagnant, and she suddenly ingests a large amount of the essence of the five elements, and this body will suffer greatly.

From the moment she entered the pool and closed her eyes and fell asleep, her body gradually began to turn from white to pink, and slowly pink to red.

And her consciousness is completely unaware of **, and she is walking around the city in her dreams.

At the beginning of this dream, she didn't feel any different from before, and she went down the stairs and carried the lantern down the castle tower.

She was going to go to the house where Feng Mingyue lived before in the city.

As she walked, she suddenly stopped and looked around, and she felt that something was wrong. Taking a few more steps forward, she lifted the lantern and shone it at the street wall.

I saw that the wall was not high, and a lilac tree in the courtyard was revealed. Purple and white flowers, bunches on the wall, wafting with a burst of sweet fragrance.

Yes, that's right, it's sweet. For the first time in the city, she had smelled the scent of flowers, and with it came a faint breeze.

If you listen closely, there seems to be the sound of crickets on the wall. It didn't take long for her to feel that the world she was in was suddenly real, and it was no longer the silent and lifeless dead city.

At this moment, everything around here is like an ordinary summer night, with a gentle breeze, flowers and trees, dark fragrances wafting, frogs chirping and insects chirping, full of vitality.

Looking up at the sky, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the quiet summer night makes her mood happy and satisfied for no reason.

Jumping up and down with lanterns, in the middle of the long street, jumping as they walked. ran for a while, walked for a while, and arrived at Feng Mingyue's house.

Pushing the door in, there was still no one. Walk through the front yard, enter the backyard, and come to Feng Mingyue's boudoir.

Suddenly feeling tired and abnormal, after entering the house, he ran directly to the brocade tent in the inner room, lay down with his clothes, and fell asleep.

After falling asleep, she had a dream. Dreaming that she was still in a soup pot, she struggled to climb out of the pot, but she couldn't move. The flesh on his body was painful, and he felt like he had been steamed and cooked.

From the bone marrow to the hair and skin, like ten thousand ants drilling into the heart, it is not a painful word that can be described.

I don't know how long this dream lasted, until Fang Jingrou slowly opened her eyes.

What caught his eye was the bed curtain brocade quilt, turned over, looked around, and found himself lying in Feng Mingyue's boudoir. He was still wearing the same dress as before, and his embroidered shoes had been thrown on his feet under the bed.

After getting out of bed, Fang Jingrou put on embroidered shoes, walked to the window, pushed open the window lattice, it was already three poles of the sun outside, and a yellow bird was parked on the acacia tree outside the window, chirping non-stop.

No, how is it daytime in this city? Moreover, why are you still in a dream when you wake up?

Fang Jingrou was shocked, ignoring the scenery in Feng Mingyue's mansion, and quickly ran to the street.

The streets are still the same as ever, and there are no people.

Looking at this city during the day is much more beautiful than at night.

When I looked up, the sun hung in the sky, and there were clouds, wind, birds, and insects, but there was no one in sight.

Ascending the Bell and Drum Tower, Feng Mingyue's memory light ball is still the second floor of the city tower, and nothing has changed, except that it is daytime.

The gates were closed on all sides, and I didn't know what was going on outside the city. Fang Jingrou climbed the city wall and looked out, the white mist was misty, there was no outside the city, it was really a dream.

In this way, Fang Jingrou was trapped here. Wandering around the city aimlessly during the day, when I'm really bored, I look in the mirror and stink. I dreamed at night, dreamed of being cooked.

During the day, it is not only boring, but it is also comfortable, and at night it is purgatory.

The sun rises and sets, and today is the seventh day.

At night, Fang Jingrou casually entered a house, lay on the bed in the inner room, and slept with clothes.

In addition to the pain all over his body, the itching was unbearable, and he wanted to tear himself with his hands and tear this skin to pieces. I don't know how long it took, but I didn't feel anything, only the itch remained.

This feeling was unbearable compared to the pain of the previous few days, Fang Jingrou felt that she had reached the limit, and used all the strength of her body to break free.

There was a sound of water, and Fang Jingrou stood up from the pool.

Her chest rose and fell, her breathing was rapid, and she was terrified.

Looking around, she remembered that she had fallen asleep in the pool, and let out a long breath, patting her heart, and suppressing her shock.

But what's going on with this hand? And this chest, this thigh.