Gongsun Changqin broke through the fog, snapped a string, and catapulted at the woman, but did not shoot it down.

The cultivator who hurriedly hugged the fallen soul to look at the injury, saw that she was just snorting, opening her mouth and closing her mouth and unable to speak, and her body couldn't move.

He frowned slightly, conjured up a glass vial, unscrewed the cap of the bottle made of peach pits, tilted his head and poured the only elixir into his mouth, swallowed it, and lowered his head to the lips of the cultivator.

Seeing that her pretty face was red and angry, and she struggled in every way and couldn't do anything, he simply pressed her shoulders and held her tightly in his arms, and coaxed: "Just take a medicine, don't move, be obedient." ”

The red lips are thin and cherry-edged, facing each other in pairs, but there is a paper separation, and Gongsun Changqin spit out the immortal pill and injected it into her mouth like this.

Seeing that she swallowed it, he smiled and said, "This Condensation Pill is refined with Yaochi Immortal Water, and it needs to be reconstituted in the Immortal Water to give full play to the medicinal effect when taking it." I can't take immortal water here, and I can't use my Jinjin jade liquid for the time being, and it's not much worse. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shook Luo Xiabu in her hand, "It seems that you don't like what I gave you." I don't like it, so I don't cherish it. Fortunately, the deity hid it in your baggage, otherwise, I am afraid that I will never see you again. ”

Xiu Ling showed a narrow look on his face, and seemed to say: "If you like to say anything, even if you make it up, I won't believe a word anyway!" ”

The figure in front of him faded into obscurity. For some reason, after taking the Ning Ling Pill, she felt warm all over her body, and this warmth slowly diverted in her body, turning into three acupuncture points where the three strands converged into the middle needle, warming the wound.

Looking up at the sunlight shining through the bald trees, letting it dappled and sprinkled on her body, she fell into a deep sleep. And the three hidden weapons were quietly forced back from their bodies by the strange heat at this time.

When Gongsun Changqin saw her fall asleep, he was a little relieved. His expression moved slightly, and his palm gently covered the three acupoints on her body, such as the dumb door, the heavenly protrusion, and the pillow, and with a little spiritual power, he sensed that there was a warm current at the mouth of the acupoint and merged into a small whirlpool.

Immediately, three thin needles about two inches long were swept out by the whirlpool, rose in the wind in the grass, and slowly fell into his palm. When I looked closely, I was amazed.

He recognized this needle, named "Reverse Cold", which originated from Lianzhu Mountain Villa, and was made of thousand-year-old rock ice in the village, which does not melt or melt. Originally, this needle was not a hidden weapon, but was used for medical treatment.

Today's Shang Wang had a fever when he was a child, and he could not be cured for a long time. The imperial physician was helpless, and the saint and the queen were worried day and night, so they asked Quezun to enter the palace to treat him.

Jiang Que is good at acupuncture, but every time he enters the needle, the hot poison in the body of the king of Shang will roast the silver needle like a three-flavor evil fire, and he can't handle it at all, so he thought of suppressing it with ice needles, so he polished three "reverse cold".

Reverse cold needle, Jiang Que, Su Mian, Shennong Villa.

Millennial Xuanbing, Lianzhu Villa.

Thunderbolt Gate, Ye Linglong.

King of Shang, Queen, Shengshang, Miao Chunguo......

Gongsun Changqin took out the qin, put it under the neck of the cultivator as a pillow, reclined on her side and secretly thought about the intricate clues, and before she knew it, it was already night.

The three warm currents in the middle needle gradually cooled, and in the middle of the night, the cultivator felt cold to the bone, shivering up and down, and the whole person was curled up in a ball. Vaguely, she felt something warm beside her, so she leaned over.

Because it took a lot of spiritual power to take the needle, Gongsun Changqin had already fallen into a dream. Suddenly, his chest was warm, and he suddenly opened his eyes, but he saw that it was Xiu Lingze's face that was pasted up, rubbed twice, and looked like a girl.

The temples buzzed, the Adam's apple was hot, Gongsun Changqin couldn't help but reach out to hug her, but saw that she was sweating on her forehead, her little face was pale, cold and cold, and her lips moved as if she was calling something softly.

He couldn't hear clearly, so he bent down and pressed his chin against the top of her head before hearing her whisper.

"Don't ,...... I don't want to die, I can't die. ”

Like the bleak wind and rain that suddenly poured into the mouth of the collar, this word and sentence extinguished the lust that Gongsun Changqin had just ignited. He retreated, holding back the flames in his heart and no longer touching him, the tip of his nose gasped for a hurried breath, and he covered the piano with his palm, urging Lingyuan.

In an instant, red clouds swirled, like a bed of fluffy warmth covering the body of the cultivator. She warmed up, stretched out, and fell asleep on her back.

At dawn, Xiu Ling woke up hazy and turned over, and saw Gongsun Changqin at a glance, and found that the two of them were sharing a piano.

He was still sleeping, his face was tired and pale, his eyelashes were covered with the dew that had condensed in the morning due to the cold of spring, and his red clothes were covered with a thin layer of frost. The beautiful jade hand rests on the surface of the piano, exuding wisps of redness.

It turns out that he is so warm to me all night?

***

Bangfeng Building.

Feng Duge sat upright in the center of the bamboo strip square mat that was suppressed by the octagonal black and white jade, and slowly put his hands together on his knees with a freshly chopped Fuxi qin. The appearance of this piano is the same as that of the wind, but the timbre is clearer and more agile, which is very different.

Light jade green tassels, silky drape, good touch, with seven night pearls, even in the daytime, you can see the fluorite belly with stars, flowing endlessly.

On his side, Mu Beici, who came to pick up the object as promised, swallowed his saliva silently, and felt his heart ache: "It turns out that Shizun sent it to the goddess of Baoqintuo for Senior Sister Ling, so that he gave Senior Sister Qin, and someone took care of him in Beijing, which killed two birds with one stone." ”

It's just that the master is personally ...... The meaning of this can only be understood but not spoken.

In the folk, all skilled luthiers can exchange a piano for a mansion in the most prosperous and wealthy place in ten miles and eight townships; In the palace, the "first-class imperial slash" can be compared with the master craftsman, and the saint has a variety of rewards, and the glory is recorded in history.

It can be imagined from this that as the supreme qin master in the world, the Qiongyu Qinzun, who is only one step away from Dengxian, has a value that can no longer be measured and calculated by the gold and silver wealth of the mansion.

For spiritual cultivation, Mu Beici can only be described by the word "envy". At the beginning, his spring thunder was "sharpened" for three years, which can be called a history of blood and tears. And what about the master? From beginning to end, I didn't even touch a finger of the kotoki.

However, on the way to Luoxiang, you can touch it.

was secretly happy, and the wind sang and said leisurely: "Luo Xiang, you don't have to go, and go and make a pot of bird's tongue, the goddess will arrive later." ”

Mu Beici: ......

***

Qin Yuli's visit to Fuxi was not accidental, just because he received a message from Feng Duan Song a few days ago, and learned that Xiu Ling would go down the mountain without authorization and it was very likely to enter Beijing.

Sipping the best fragrant tea that was in full bloom in Tianyu Mountain, Qin Yu's graceful willow eyebrows were frequently tightened. It's not that the tea is tasteless, but it's that I'm too focused on listening to the wind and singing about the upcoming situation, and I don't know the taste of tea.