"Hee-hee, I'm not going to die so easily." Lu Xiangfang was in a much happier mood, and she said goodbye to Zhou Chongbi and went down the cliff. But on the way back to Yin Shifeng, she couldn't help but have a big question: Zhou Chongbi has such a good baby as a dragon beard, and he only flies away from the sky in his thoughts, why hasn't he escaped from Taisu so far, but is in prison here with peace of mind?

Lu Fenfang saw him raising butterflies and stealing scriptures, thinking that he was looking for a way to escape from Taisu, but now it seems that he is really wrong. He couldn't trap Zhou Chongbi at all, he was willing to stay here. He went deep into the tiger's den, what exactly was he plotting?

I can't imagine that he was captured by Xia Yuanhua on the Qiyun Mountain Road that day, not because he was stabbed with scissors by Lu Fenfang. He was willing to be caught.

The more Lu Fenfang thought about it, the colder her spine became. In the evening, she showed them to Bofu for identification. Bofu said: "These things are good treasures. Zhou Chongbi has been sinking in the second realm of immortals and demons for more than twenty years, and it is not surprising that he has these inventories. ”

"Isn't it strange? He was injured and unconscious when he was captured by Taisu Palace, why weren't these things searched? Lu Fenfang asked.

Bofu thought for a moment and replied, "Now the monks above the Qi cultivation level have a kind of spiritual treasure that is commonly used every day, called the 'Qiankun Bag'. This name sounds bluffing, but in fact, it can't hold the sun and the moon at all, it can only hold some daily trivial items and reduce the weight of the items inside. ”

"Therefore, if Zhou Chongbi put all the treasures he had accumulated over the years in the Qiankun bag, and then carried the Qiankun bag with him, he would have been searched by the Taisu monk a long time ago."

"Exactly. Think about it, how can Zhou Chongbi hide these treasures tightly, and so far no one has been asked to find out? ”

Lu Fenfang pondered for a moment, and then laughed. Bofu asked, "What do you think of?" ”

"I'm just thinking -- impossible."

"Hehe, don't think the idea is too ridiculous and rush to deny yourself. Sometimes the most ridiculous is the closest to the truth. Bofu began to preach again, "Sue me, what do you think of?" ”

Lu Fenfang closed the door of the room, and after thinking about it, she still didn't blow out the oil lamp. She got into the bed, lifted the quilt, covered her head, and took out the glowing "cave grass" in the brocade bag to look at it carefully. This spiritual grass is as clear as jade, shining like stars and moons, and exudes an elegant fragrance, which makes people love it. She imagined Zhou Chongbi's demeanor of flying on the eaves and walking on the wall to pick the fairy grass on the fairy mountain, and said in a daze:

"I'm wondering, if he should hide all the spiritual treasures in his stomach, right?"

"You guessed it."

"Huh?"

"The fairy realm spirit treasure is divided into four levels, from high to low for the abyss, benevolence, faith, and governance, and each level is divided into upper, middle, and lower grades. The Qiankun bag is just a subordinate level of the treatment product, and it is very common in the sect of cultivating immortals. About a hundred years ago, there was a stunning treasure in the world of cultivating immortals, shaped like a bronze wine jug, but there was a cave in it, the sun, moon and stars went their own way, the wind and clouds gathered and scattered, the plants and trees withered and glorious, all over the strange flowers and plants, rare birds and spirit beasts that had been extinct in ancient times. Have you ever heard of this unqualified and ungraded supreme treasure? ”

Lu Fenfang suddenly remembered what Bofu had said, closed the Cave Grass in the palm of his hand, and calmed down a little in the dark: "Cave Heaven Pot!" You once said that Zhou Chongbi was wanted by the Immortal Cultivation World because he stole this pot and presented it to the master of the Demon Realm! ”

Bofu nodded and said, "Not bad." If you put this string of information together and think about it, what conclusions can you draw? ”

Lu Fenfang pondered carefully, butterflies in the South China Sea, rare birds and spirit animals; cave fairy grass, strange flowers and plants; Dongtian treasure pot, swallowing the sun and the moon; After twenty years of forbearance, he turned into a dissolution with it!

"You mean to say...... Zhou Chongbi did not dedicate the Dongtian Pot to the demon lord...... The Dongtian Pot is in his own body at all. Lu Fenfang opened her palm slightly, and the cave grass was in her palm, like a warm and scorching flame, "It's like the Zhuqiu Dan furnace in my body." ”

"Just speculation. If he wasn't in the same situation as you, how could he see that you were carrying the Zhuchu Dan Furnace? Bofu added.

Lu Fenfang's heart became uneasy again. She asked Bofu, "Why do you think he gave me these fairy grasses?" He said that he gave it to me for nothing, and he didn't need me to do anything for him...... But this treats me like this for no reason, and I still feel very uneasy. ”

Lu Fenfang is sometimes too bold in doing things, and sometimes she has too many concerns, which makes Bofu helpless. He resisted the urge to scold her, and patiently explained: "Now it seems that he was deliberately captured by Taisu, and you stabbed his scissors in the first place. I think he is a person who is well versed in the world but disdains the world, and he can't lie to you, a mortal woman who has no ability. A few immortal grasses are only a few compared to the Dongtian Pot, so you don't have to worry too much. ”

Hearing Bofu say this, Lu Fenfang finally became steady. She held the cave grass in her hand, feeling warm and bright in her heart.

"Bang bang." Who would knock on the door at such a late hour?

"Fragrance, did you sleep?"

It turned out to be Wu Yingshao. Lu Fenfang hid the cave grass under the pillow, made the bed casually, and went to open the door. Wu Yingshao stood at the door with a food box, and said with a smile: "Are you going to sleep so early?" ”

Lu Fenfang scratched her somewhat unkempt hair and invited Wu Yingshao into the house. Wu Yingshao opened the food box, and it turned out to be all kinds of pastries and porridge dishes: "I saw that you didn't go to dinner, so I took these things and paddled your stomach." ”

Lu Fenfang was strange, Wu Yingshao practiced in the valley and never went to the canteen at night, how did he know that she hadn't eaten at night?

"Thank you, Uncle Junior, for your trouble." Seeing so many delicious things, Lu Fenfang also felt hungry, and she said embarrassedly, "But this is too much, and I can't eat it." ”

"Eat slowly, if you can't eat it, I'll take it on the road tomorrow." Wu Yingshao suddenly remembered something, and took out something from his sleeve and gave it to Lu Fenfang, "This thing is called Qiankun Bag, each of our disciples in Taisu Palace has one, and the things that you usually carry with you can only be stuffed here." ”

Bofu Fang also mentioned the Qiankun bag, but he didn't expect Wu Yingshao to send one. Lu Fenfang took the palm-sized brocade bag, untied the strap and saw that the space inside was the same size as the appearance. So she put her hand into the bag and groped for it, but it was empty, and she couldn't touch the edge; Then half of his arm reached in, and instead of reaching the bottom of the bag, he grabbed a soft mass and pulled it out.

"What is this?"

Lu Fenfang shook off the soft fabric, and it turned out to be a scarlet Luo skirt. Wu Yingshao said: "Bai Ri Chengling tore your clothes, so I prepared this, you can try to fit it or not." There are also all kinds of wound medicine and maps in the Qiankun bag. ”

Lu Fenfang only said that Wu Yingshao was discussing in the Yuxu Palace in the afternoon, but he didn't expect him to rush to buy these. In fact, in Lu Fenfang's heart, Wu Yingshao has always been a spoiled prodigal son, but since she lived in Yinshi Peak, Wu Yingshao has been respectful to her, and she has taken care of her everywhere.

"Then you eat, I'll go back first." Wu Yingshao arched his hand, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Lu Fenfang stopped Wu Yingshao and said with a smile, "I mean, I can't eat so many things alone." If it doesn't affect Bigu, can Uncle Xiao eat with me? ”

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At the end of the next day, Wu Yingshao Yujian rushed to the gate of the day with Lu Fenfang, joined the rest of the people, and set off together. Tiaohua and Chengling arrived first, and when they saw Wu and Lu coming, Chengling only saluted Wu Yingshao, treating Lu Xiangxiang as air. Tiaohua smiled at Lu Fenfang and said: "Sister Lu is in good spirits this morning, but we have to rush to Qianzhou in one breath today, and we will work hard for you along the way." ”

"Eh, why are you in such a hurry?" Wu Yingshao waved his hand and said, "Let's go to Hengyang to rest for one night first, and then rush to Qianzhou before noon tomorrow." ”

Wu Yingshao is the team leader's uncle, and if he arranges it like this, others can't say anything. He solemnly explained a few words to Tiaohua and Chengling, and Ning Zhen was late.

Ning Zhen was the male disciple who was on duty in Gongri Courtyard and had measured the spiritual root for Lu Fenfang. Ning Zhen's cultivation is at the fifth layer of Qi cultivation, slightly inferior to some Cheng Ling, and he is also Xia Yingqiao's disciple. Xia Yingqiao saw that he followed Ning He all day long, and it was difficult for him to grow, so he simply let him go down the mountain to experience once, hoping that he would experience something and his mind would be more mature and resolute.

"It's all you, it's all you, delaying our time." Cheng Ling threw a big roll of the eye at Ning Zhen. Lu Fenfang smiled secretly in her heart, Cheng Ling was referring to Sang scolding Huai again.

Ning Zhen smiled and said, "Hehe, Senior Sister Chengling, I haven't seen you for a long time, you have become beautiful again." ”

Ning Zhen was not a flamboyant person, he was all taken by Ning He, Xia Yingqiao was really right to let him come out to exercise. A few people made a plan and set off immediately. Tiaohua, Chengling, and Ning Zhen each have their own imperial swords, and Wu Yingshao has a royal sword with the fragrance of the road, and the four swords penetrate into the blue sky like a rainbow, piercing the southwest, and from the ground, it is magnificent.

Lu Fenfang stood behind Wu Yingshao and grabbed his belt. When she flew over the canyon, she looked down at Wu Yingshao's sword, and the shadow of the sword fell in the water, like a wild goose spreading its wings. She asked, "Uncle Junior, what's the name of your fairy sword?" ”

"It's called 'Hongyan'." Wu Yingshao's voice was gentle, "It was given by my father." ”

Lu Fenfang heard that Wu Yingshao was born in a family of immortal cultivators, and the family has been talented for generations, so it is naturally not unusual to have a few swords. She asked, "I don't know where this sword came from?" ”

"From the day I learned that my mother was pregnant with Rokka, my father began to forge this sword for me, and I didn't do it until I was ten years old." Wu Yingshao said, "Hongyan is light and delicate, and it is a benevolent-level high-grade fairy sword, known for its lightness and agility. ”

Lu Fenfang felt that this Hongyan Sword was indeed slenderer than the swords she usually used, and it looked like a woman's use. She asked, "Where are your parents now?" Do you still meet often? ”

"My parents traveled all over the world, and after my father gave me this sword, I never came to Qiyun Mountain again."

Lu Fenfang always thought that Wu Yingshao and Xia Yuanhua were a pair of golden boys and girls, but now it seems that Xia Yuanhua has the love of her father, and Wu Yingshao and her parents get together less and leave more, so they are not as good as Yuanhua. Maybe because Wu Yingshao didn't have his parents by his side since he was a child, his senior brothers and elders would be more accustomed to him.