The next morning.

The bamboo curtain was gently lifted, and Ruan Xiaozhi came in with a hot water towel: "Childe, someone brought a message just now, saying that you should go to Fuzun's place." ”

"I see. ”

Nanming raised her hand to signal her to put it down, and got up to wash herself.

Although cultivators are not stained with mortal dust and have little dirt on their bodies, they are still mortal in the flesh before the Lingshu realm, and they need three meals a day and washing in the morning and evening.

He wasn't always troublesome, but it made him feel more like a real mortal.

While washing, he thought:

Fuzun looked for himself again, but he didn't know what was going on.

Last time, this ant tried to take advantage of itself, so what else do you think about now? But in any case, you will know if you go and see it.

He changed into a moire white robe, a green shirt draped over it, and went out with a bamboo sword.

Ruan Xiaozhi stood by the door to see her off, he passed by her side, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Xiaozhi'er, I have worked hard for you to take care of you in the past few days." ”

“...... No, it's not hard! It's all a matter of the twigs. ”

The little maid's face turned red for a moment, as if she was drunk, and she bowed her head in shame and joy. When he looked up again, he saw that the back of Nan Ming dressed in white had already disappeared......

The spring rain is like silk, and the clothes are wet.

When Nan Ming walked to the main hall of the medicine house, he saw that the hall was empty. The four corners of the incense burner emitted curling green smoke, and the surroundings were very quiet, except for the sound of rain dripping on the bamboo leaves.

He felt a peeping gaze in the dark, and he looked at himself quietly not far away.

I thought to myself, I'm afraid this is another test for the ants to test themselves, mostly to see their own hearts. In the biographical novels he reads, this kind of plot is not uncommon, and it is all an old routine.

Nan Ming felt interesting in his heart, and on the surface he was silent, he brought a futon from the corner and sat down, as if he was closing his eyes and recuperating.

Half an hour later.

Just when he couldn't help but fall asleep, a voice finally came to his ears.

"Good. Don't be arrogant or impatient, calm down, and practice to achieve success. ”

Baicao real people show approval. Nan Ming slowly opened his eyes, pretending to have just discovered him, stood up and waved his hands without humility or arrogance: "I've seen Fuzun." ”

"I came to you today, do you know what's the matter?"

"Please make it clear. ”

"Hehe......"

Baicao Zhenren stroked his beard and smiled, and said seemingly casually, "Listen to Wan Qi, you have no intention of worshipping under my door." If you have been practicing on your own for the past three months, you might as well tell me about any difficulties. ”

"Difficulty?"

Nan Ming seemed to think about it seriously, shook his head with a straight face, and said, "I get up every morning to practice swords, go to Dao Cliff to listen to the fairy's teachings, and I have benefited a lot, and my body refining has reached its completion. The Scripture Pavilion of the Academy Palace can be exchanged for cheats, and it is not difficult to cultivate according to it. ”

Hearing this, Baicao Zhenren frowned unexpectedly: "Yunhua Fairy is a cultivator who has just entered the supernatural powers, so it is not a problem to point out the body refining realm." However, now that you've refined your body, it's time to prepare to cultivate the Spiritual Body. ”

"The Lingshu Realm, also known as the Immortal Heavenly Moat, is an important step in cutting off mortal bones. If there is no one to guide you, you can't try it easily, otherwise, at least the soul will be damaged, the cultivation will be reduced, or the worst will go mad and become a waste person who will never have a chance to become immortal. ”

"You, have you figured it out?"

After speaking, he looked at Nan Ming fixedly, with a hidden deterrence in his eyes.

Nan Ming didn't seem to be aware of this, and shook his head straightly: "Don't bother with the Fuzun. Recently, I happened to have an opportunity, and when I was sleeping, there was a god who taught in a dream, such as an initiation, and the bottleneck of promotion was loosened a lot. ”

"If you have another half-month retreat, you will definitely be able to advance to the realm of the Spiritual Body. ”

“......”

The corners of Baicao Zhenren's eyes twitched fiercely.

There's no way to talk about it today!

He didn't believe it at all in his heart, but he thought that Nan Ming was talking nonsense in order to prevaricate himself, and he was still talking seriously, which really made him angry and laughing.

This stubborn, oily and salty stinky boy......

He took a deep breath, his face was still kind, and he just sighed: "That's it...... Your child has a blessed fate, and he doesn't want to be my disciple, and the old man is not reluctant. ”

"In the past few days, there has been a plague in Lancheng, and the city lord has brought a message, asking me to send someone to solve this matter. The city lord of Lancheng is a good friend of the old man, and it coincides with his 500th birthday banquet, so you can go with me on this trip, it will be regarded as a long experience. ”

As he spoke, Baicao Zhenren turned his back and showed a glimmer of light in his eyes.

He didn't expect to persuade Nan Ming to worship him as a teacher, and he said so much just to pave the way for the last words. He expected that Nan Ming would not refuse, such a trivial matter, he would never be able to save his face again.

He secretly sneered in his heart: It's not good to take you in the school palace, and when you get outside, there will be no constraints, and the old man is afraid that he won't be able to cure you as a stinky kid?

"Okay, when are you leaving?"

Nanming didn't know the calculations of Baicao Zhenren, and he probably didn't bother to care if he knew.

However, if you really don't know how to lift, you have to force yourself to be exposed...... Then let's kill it.

......

......

"Smack!"

A teapot was slapped to the ground and shattered into pieces of porcelain.

Looking at the mess on the ground, in the gloomy room, Wan Qi's gaze was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping water, and it contained the anger of a volcanic eruption.

Nanming set off with Baicao Zhenren to Lancheng, and not long after the two of them left Wucheng, Wan Qi received the news. As for what the hell the hell the hell Baicao Zhenren played, he also guessed a little bit or two.

As he expected, when Baicao Zhenren came back from Lancheng to celebrate his birthday, he would have one more junior brother.

According to the importance that the old poison attaches to Nanming, his position as a "senior brother" in his mind may not be comparable to that stinky kid. This true mantle and the position of the mansion, I'm afraid there will be nothing to do with him.

- If this is the case, then what is the pain and life and death suffering he has endured over the years?

A strong unwillingness filled Wan Qi's heart, making him indignant. He couldn't stop it from happening, he could only watch silently, watching that he was about to lose everything, but he couldn't do anything.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

"Assert ......"

"Angry?"

"Hopeless?"

"Unwilling...... What?"

"What do you want?"

"Hee-hee-hee...... Heha......"

In the quiet, empty air, there seemed to be countless strange voices of men and women, they suddenly screamed and laughed, and suddenly whispered, Wan Qi held his head in his hands, and his facial features shrunk into a ball, revealing a painful look.

In a trance, he seemed to see himself walking into the main hall of the medicine mansion, and walked step by step to the throne of Nafu Zun, which was empty. He sat up, and looked up to see a dark man kneeling down his seat, all familiar faces......

He couldn't help but be complacent, and his heart was filled with a great sense of pleasure.

But in an instant, it all shattered and vanished.

He was still sitting in this dark room, cold sweat drenching his whole body.

He hurriedly reached out, as if trying to grab something, but couldn't catch anything.

"No!!give it back to me!it's all mine! it's what I deserve! it's all what I deserve—"

The huge gap between reality and fantasy broke through Wan Qi's last mental defense at once. In the dark, certain beings took advantage of the void and planted the demon seed in his mind.

Wan Qi, completely enchanted.