"Of course it is." Hu Nuan tugged at the corners of his mouth: "They ask me for exercises." Didn't I tell the master? ”

Qiao Yu: "Do you know the inside story of their coma?" ”

Hu Nuan definitely didn't know, saying that it had nothing to do with him.

Qiao Yu: "In the future, if you think you have ill intentions towards you, don't pay attention to it." ”

Hu Nuan: "I just want to see what kind of fruit my kindness will grow." ”

Qiao Yu was silent: "This kind of game is not fun, don't test people's hearts in the future." Protecting yourself comes first. ”

Hu Nuan: "Master, did you say they would come to apologize to me?" ”

Qiao Yu: "."

Hu Nuan: "Jin Xin said that they must hate me." I must have thought I had assassinated them. ”

"And what are you going to do?"

Hu Nuan: "If they come to harm me, I will give them a retribution." ”

Qiao Yu: "."

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Persuade the apprentice to be generous? Wouldn't that be a bag? Persuade apprentices to take revenge? Isn't that a small amount of energy? Forget it, let's talk about it when things get to that point, young people who don't make mistakes. It will be better to teach it when the time comes.

Say goodbye to her: "Is your mother's consciousness okay?" ”

"That's good." Hu Nuan said casually: "The master has thought of a way to cross the angry sea?" ”

Qiao Yumo, I shouldn't have mentioned it.

He said, "Can you sense your mother's location?" ”

Hu Nuan was stunned.

Qiao Yu said: "In that place in the Fantasy Heaven Ancient Cemetery, the demon clan can't last long, your mother's words-master thought, will she not be there?" Or was she rescued? ”

Hu Nuan was stunned, this maybe-not nothing.

A small voice came from my head: "Ah, there it is." ”

Hu Nuan said: "It must be there." Master, we'll look for it there. ”

Qiao Yu looked at her.

Hu Nuan said: "My mother gave me a dream, and it was there." ”

Hmph, Qiao Yu's face darkened: "Hu Nuan, can you fool the master to find a decent reason?" Dreaming? What kind of talent holds dreams? "Dead man," Qi said, "You might as well say through blood induction." ”

Hu Nuan: "I sensed through the blood, and my mother was there." ”

Qiao Yu closed his eyes, what could he do if he accepted an apprentice who didn't have the slightest talent for lying but felt good about himself.

He is going to rest, and he has to expel the contaminated demonic energy, otherwise, if he is angry with his apprentice, these demonic qi will become inner demons.

"Go back and wait for me to call you."

Hu Nuan shrunk his neck and slipped away.

Qiao Yu sighed, and frowned slightly, Hu Qing was still dignified, her divine sense would not deceive people. Hu Nuan said that people are in the ancient cemetery, very sure. There must be a sense between mother and daughter that is not known to outsiders. Then the question is: how did Hu Qing hold on to the ancient cemetery. And, how much longer will she last?

Qiao Yu pressed the corner of his forehead, it is not a problem to go to the ancient cemetery, it is a big deal to open his face and ask for the ancestor in the sect. But going down is the problem. The ancient cemetery is so big, and the abyss below is endless, how can you find a small person?

Could Hu Qing be able to use the turtle breath method to fall into a deep sleep and reduce the loss in order to support it?

In this case, it is even more difficult to find.

There was a lot of confusion for a while.

The light of the ancient cemetery is also complicated, different from Qiao Yu's melancholy, she is almost happy to death.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person!"

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone!"

"The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village!"

Shouting and shouting over and over again, these three sentences fully expose her literary reserves.

Jumping around, jumping behind the poet fairy madman couldn't satisfy her, and the quintessence of the country echoed between the cliffs and the sea of broken bones.

Silk cloth laughed along, he was so excited, he was about to let go of his bones.

Without him, Hu Qing has found his way out!

It's in the Spiritual Plant!

Who would have thought!

"Who would have thought of it, who would have thought of it-" Hu lightly kneaded the demon spirit into a ball, pinched and rubbed it, pasted it on the left side, and pasted it on the right: "Little devil spirit, little devil spirit, what can I do without you, I am so lucky to have you." ”

What a familiar whisper.

Silk cloth rolled her eyes, this kind of thing, after hearing it, it was like a fart.

But!

At this moment, he also wanted to say the same thing to the demon spirit: What can I do without you, I'm so lucky to have you-

Who would have thought that the secret hidden in the Spiritual Plant Encyclopedia, a masterpiece of a Ascended Monk, would be opened with demonic energy?!

Who would have thought!

What is the chance of a monk recording a spiritual plant to encounter demonic energy? What are the chances that you will happen to rub it vigorously on certain pages? What monk would do such an impossible thing?

Hu lightly did it.

So, she might not be a monk?

The silk cloth shook its head, and in any case, they saw a miracle in a desperate situation.

Just because Hu Qingtian couldn't read it, she flipped through the pages of Lingzhi's encyclopedia, and finally found three or two sentences of description of the magic plant.

And at this moment, they finally walked out of the sea of broken bones on foot, and the undulating outline of the giant bones could be faintly seen in the distance.

The bud room was stationed, and Hu Qing's mood was relaxed, and he summoned the demon spirit to relax.

They experienced another squall, and the wind on the Sea of Broken Bones seemed less fierce than before. Hu Qing reacted in time, and directly let Xiao Xuanxue turn back into a flower pot, and she threw out a talisman, although half of it was offset by the demonic qi, but because it was downward, the broken bones were loose, and she also escaped a lot of distance. When the storm passed, it came out and was not blown much away.

In the direction of the wind, keep going.

These days, the demon spirit has performed very well, and has given Hu Qing a lot of broken bones. Xiao Xuanxue probably sensed the affirmation in Hu Qing's heart, and gradually became kind to the demon spirit, allowing it to enter the house for a while.

So at that moment that day, Hu Qing, who walked out of the sea of broken bones, was in a relaxed mood, sat in a thick blanket and opened the Lingzhi Daquan, and pointed it out to the demon spirit.

This is called a two-color scarf magic flower, one side is blue and the other is yellow, the petals are thick, there are short piles, and the touch is a feeling with the best towel. The flower is so big it can wrap a one-year-old child. If you meet it, you can taste it. It is said that the flower juice is sweet, although it is poisonous and poisonous, and I don't think it is a threat to you. ”

The demon lay on top of it, staring at the picture of the flower, and turned itself into a long towel. It's a pity that it's dark.

It became realistic, even the velvet on the top was clearly visible, Hu smiled lightly, grabbed it and wiped it on the page, when it was time to wipe the book.

It felt the same as scratching his belly, and the demon spirit liked it at once, and he didn't have the courage to get up, hoping that Hu Qing would come a few more times, and he turned it over.

Hu Qing was in a good mood, so he fulfilled his wish, and wiped it according to the demon spirit's snoring, and wiped out an afterimage.

It's not right to rub it, why does it seem like there is a blue light flashing?

Hu lightly held his hand, and the demon spirit brand towel was scattered, covering the page thoroughly. Hu hurriedly grabbed it, and opened his mouth wide as he looked at the royal blue handwriting on the page.

My God, sure enough, the big guys like to hide treasures, and this old man actually wrote a book in a book with special ink? It's so emotional. It's a pity that the words are too small wow.

(End of chapter)