Gongsun Changqin returned to Yanxia Tower with the cultivator.

Along the way, Xiu Ling only felt strange, he just dragged her lightly, obviously without the slightest strength, but she tried to break free repeatedly, and as soon as the condensed spiritual power was transported to her wrist, she seemed to see a plague god and retreated, and it was soft and discharged.

Xia Zun has his own incense room in the building, which is naturally piled up with strange stones, and small utensils such as jade plates, porcelain bowls, gold bowls, and silver plates of different sizes are placed in the natural bullet nest, which are used to hold different spices, and then sealed with spiritual power to prevent the fragrance from leaking.

He led the cultivator into the room, and when he saw her looking at the things in the room and was stunned, he smiled and said, "Don't look at this is just a small room, no one can come in except the deity." ”

He walked to the strange stone and touched it, "Does it look familiar?" Genyue stone, official kiln porcelain. I won't tell you the truth, except for your Song Dynasty, there are more or less gadgets in the Ten Directions World. ”

Hearing this, the cultivator felt more and more that he was incomprehensible, and only said vigilantly: "Why did Xia Zun bring me here?" ”

"The method of making incense in the Universe is different from that of the Song Dynasty, if you follow your self-righteous method today, I am afraid that not only will you not be able to make the plum blossom incense of Princess Shouyang, but also add a lot of trouble to the deity." Gongsun Changqin didn't say much, this matter involved the heavenly realm, and it couldn't be leaked.

It turned out that after the death of the princess of Shouyang, she became the god of flowers in the first month, because she happened to hear the music "Plum Blossom Three Alleys" learned by the music of the music "Plum Blossom Three Alleys" from the Song Dynasty.

If the cultivator is in the piano class, she will follow the recipe she has figured out in the piano class, and it will become a fairy plum fragrance, which can just hook her to the lower realm, and then it will inevitably be entangled again.

Then, Gongsun Changqin talked about the names and effects of each spice, and explained the incense-making method in detail: "You can figure out the rest yourself." If you can make immortal incense, then the deity will grant you any request, how about that? ”

"Really......?!" Spiritual cultivators are skeptical.

Gongsun Changqin saw that she didn't believe it when she was killed, she restrained her smile, snorted coldly, raised her hand to gently wipe off the spices that made plum blossoms, and stepped out of the door without replying: "Believe it or not." ”

Xiu Ling was used to his hot and cold, but he didn't care, he informed Song Qinghuan, and then closed the door in the incense room, and he didn't see anyone for a few days.

***

I don't know how long it took, and the incense room was full of smoke and smoke. Because of the continuous tasting of incense for days, all kinds of aromas are mixed together, mixing hundreds of strange flavors, as if walking in the market, there is not only the fragrance of Zhumen nobles, but also the smell of despair and shabby.

The cultivators had already been smoked by these homemade strange incense, their eyes were hazy, and they were full of tears, sneezing and yawning for a while.

Fortunately, the ice silk handkerchief that Chen Yu gave her never left her body, and she covered her mouth and nose with a heavy responsibility at this time, so as not to trigger strange emotions because of these aromas. In the past few days, she has been pondering to herself and made a three-flavor product, but it has never been matched into an immortal product.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered a paper "dust incense" recipe written by Shennong's disciples in the incense class, although it is a collection of incense, but it has the effect of clearing the heart and purifying the dirt, so she intends to use this method to expel indoor flavors.

The emerald green spiritual power in his right palm slowly poured out, enveloping the spices in it. After a while, a puff of white smoke came out of the palm of his hand, and flew to the zenith like a thread, gradually dissolving with other smells as it dispersed. After about a moment, the mixed smell disappeared, leaving only one taste.

Spiritual cultivators remember clearly that the aroma of "dust-removing incense" is very similar to gardenias.

But when she took off the veil and sniffed it, she was stunned to find that the only aroma was not so, the first smell was faint, the second time she smelled some new wine, and then she smelled it drunk, as if she had drunk several large jars of wine, and wandered out of the world in the clouds.

At this time, it was night, and everyone in Qinmen had already fallen asleep, and the incense room was silent inside and outside. The cultivator walked out of the house in a daze, walking lightly, as if stepping on a soft cloud, sleepwalking all the way, walking out of the Luoxia Qin Gate and heading towards the depths of the desert.

Coincidentally, the lord of Zhenqu County had already counted the days when the master would leave the cultivator alone in the incense room, and it had been seven or eight days, and he couldn't help but imagine that the master was hiding in the golden house, and finally couldn't help but come to the door to ask what was going on, so he stayed outside the Yanxia Building this night.

Gongsun Changqin saw that she was difficult, so he could only abandon the idea of going to the incense room to explore, and simply fell asleep.

The cultivator walked drunkenly, and he didn't know how far he had walked, when he suddenly saw a strong fire flickering in the distance, and he instantly came to his senses. But when you look around, where do you know where you are? He looked up at the sky again to look for Beidou, but he couldn't find a star.

After thinking for a moment, she summoned the spirit harp, and the harp followed towards the flame, but as far as it got closer, the flame suddenly disappeared again. I looked around again, but I didn't see the light again, and I didn't know what the light source was.

After such a toss, coupled with the consumption of incense in the previous few days, Xiu Ling suddenly felt that his spiritual power was slack, and he was tired, and his eyelids could not support it, leaving only a strong sense of sleepiness.

***

The Gobi desert is far more dangerous than the wilderness.

Xu was haunted by the strange aroma of self-control, and Xiu Ling slept very soundly this night, until the morning light was faint, she was still stroking the golden goose in her dreams, sniffing the birds and birds on its body, pinching her nose and smiling disgusted, "Little goose, shouldn't you take a bath?" ”

Xiu Ling said, leaned his face close to Jin Yan's neck, hugged him very affectionately, and muttered, "I miss Master, what about you?" When Luo Lonely said, he woke up from a dream, and he still held a furry thing in the crook of his arm.

I felt that the smell of the tip of my nose suddenly turned, and a burning smell after being baked came to my face, which was strong and abnormal. The cultivator was burned, as if he was ignited by a fire, and he let go of his hand, and subconsciously jumped backwards, and was instantly awakened.

I just came back to my senses, but I was shocked again.

In front of him was a huge three-legged crow, the size of three golden geese, fluttering its wings that seemed to cover the heavens and the earth. It is pitch black and shiny, its feathers are straight, its eyes are golden red, and its gaze is sharp and sharp.

The crow's eyes rolled in a circle, and finally landed directly on Xiu Lingze's body, its sharp beak slightly open, spitting tongues of fire, and clusters of smoke from time to time.

Only then did the cultivator realize that the haystack where he slept last night was its nest. And just now, she actually hugged and hugged it as a golden goose, no wonder she annoyed it and burned herself all over.

Seeing the strange appearance of the three-legged black, I suddenly remembered that there was a record in the ancient books of the pre-Qin Dynasty: the three-legged black crow, also known as the three-legged golden crow, is a sacred bird that drives the day chariot, and lives in the sun on weekdays. - I guessed that this bird should be in front of me.

The cultivators were only amazed, and they forgot to run away after watching for a while.

The golden crow was also surprised, thinking that there was a person in this world who was not afraid of it, so he deliberately held his head high, showed off his might, and trampled on the spot with a majestic spirit, and saw that the other party had not yet fled in the wilderness, and then he was really angry.

Jin Wu was furious, spread his wings, and slammed towards the cultivator.

The cultivator was defenseless for a while, and was suddenly hit by a burst of fans that split his head and covered his face, and fell down fiercely. She knew that something was wrong, and quickly stretched out her hands to draw a big circle with spiritual power on the top of her head, and pushed against the trend, quickly forming a tornado wheel.

In this way, the wind wheel lifted her slender body lightly, relieving the momentum of the fall.

Xiu Ling fell to the ground, surrounded by black feathers that had just been blown off her body, like cotton wool spilling, and after a while, some of them stuck back to her body.