Everyone immediately followed his gaze, and saw that a peach petal suddenly appeared out of thin air on the side of the head of the mountain jiao, and then the pink brilliance flashed, and a large piece of the mountain jiao's ears was cut off crisply.

Immediately afterwards, this piece of mountain Jiao's ears flew up on its own and fell into Deng Fuqing's mouth.

The woodcarver proudly stirred his cheeks, crunched, chewed and swallowed his stomach in three or two strokes, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

Jiao Yulang looked interesting, and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Senior Yi said that this mountain Jiao is a hundred-year-old mountain bamboo shoot, I ate it in my mouth before, although it also has a meat taste, but it melts in the mouth and does not chew much, I thought it was just a false appearance, but I didn't expect that there was really cartilage in my ears!"

With that, he picked up his chopsticks and stretched out his hand towards the missing mountain Jiao ear, but he was gently knocked open by a pink petal halfway.

Deng Fuqing glared at the little baby: "This thing is most suitable for people with qi and blood deficiency and thin bodies, the old man has lost weight like this, and you are embarrassed to compete for it even if you are half the size?"

Jiao Yulang was stunned for a moment, took a closer look at the face of the woodcarving boss, and saw that the other party didn't seem to be really angry, and his natural lazy temperament couldn't help but rise again.

He immediately asked Deng Fuqing with a smile: "Speaking of which, this mountain Jiao can also be regarded as a wood spirit clan, right? Senior Deng can even talk about it?"

"Fart! You are still made of flesh and blood with chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep, are you of the same race as them?"

Deng Fuqing's eyes widened, and the long beard under his jaw also trembled: "This thing is just a pig and dog raised by the Lord of Cao Jiang for the King of Qi, and even the spiritual wisdom is a mess, what kind of wood spirit is it?" What is worthy of a Jiaozi?"

Hearing this, Jiao Yulang immediately peeked at Zhu Yihou, wanting to see what the expression of this powerful divine marquis, who was in fact in charge of Cao Jiang and Longyan Mountain at the same time, was.

Tsk, the god of pigs and dogs...... That's a bad reputation! Not to mention that this god marquis is still guarding and stealing himself, even if he eats and drinks himself, he even feeds the ship ghost with the essence of the mountain jiao!

Zhu Yihou remained silent, and said in a light tone: "Brother Deng, you and I don't know each other, and I came to Daqi to find a certain person, what is the matter?"

"It's not special, I also came to Qi Country for other things, and I heard about the reputation of you, the lord of Cao Jiang, by chance, so I hurried over to try my luck."

Deng Fuqing explained two sentences, and then said, "I came to look for you, naturally to ask for a tree heart of a red heart tree! You can also see that for some reason, the old man has a trace of yin in his body that has never been removed, and he has not been able to transform his arms so far. If this hidden danger is not settled, there is no hope for the consummation of the Dao in this life, let alone stepping into the fourth realm."

Seeing that he said so frankly, a different color flashed in Zhu Yihou's eyes, but he still shook his head and said, "The Red Heart Wood has long been extinct in Daqi, I don't know where else, and the heart of the tree that I treasure in the Cao Jiang vein is only this one in my chest. This is the foundation of Mi's enlightenment, if it is taken out, half of a life will be lost first, and the realm will definitely fall, and it will never be given to others!"

"Not necessarily!" Deng Fuqing said this, and the atmosphere in the banquet froze.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, he had already followed up and said: "Legend has it that the ancient Yan Emperor Zhu Xiang used the red heart wood as a totem, the world is windy and yang energy accumulates, all things are dissolved, and the fruit is not formed.

If I can't follow the example of my ancestors, extinguish the poison of the red fire, and reconcile the genus of yin and yang, I am afraid that I will be as hopeless as I am in the fourth realm, and sooner or later I will be burned by the poison of fire!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yihou suddenly changed color.

He stared at Deng Fuqing for a long time before he let out a breath of turbidity and asked in a muffled voice, "I have already made a plan in Brother Deng's heart, I don't know how to teach me?"

"Shao Hao Si Chen, reap the brins. The frost is falling, and the cool breeze is bleak."

The woodcarved old man pointed with his chin to the unconscious Luqi people outside the pavilion: "When the old man came, this was the song "Frost Song" played on the boat, right?"

Seeing Zhu Yihou's unswerving face, he couldn't help but smile: "I know that Saint Jiang Daotong doesn't recognize the previous sentence, so he changed it to something like 'Sun Lord Si Chen, Autumn God Reinforced'!" However, it really can't be fake, it's fake

It's really not true, changing a few words, it's just self-deception."

"Let's not talk about this, just say that this song has been handed down for countless years, and it has been tampered with several times, and the charm has been lost, how can you reconcile the poison of the yang fire of the red heart wood?"

Zhu Yihou was silent for a long time, suddenly turned his head to look at the few Luqi people outside the pavilion, and shook his red sleeves: "Give gold and silver, and send it back!"

"Obey the orders of the king!"

The big turtle in the silk clothes appeared out of nowhere, first answered the order loudly, and then carried the Luqi people down with a few black-clothed attendants.

Zhu Yihou retracted his gaze, his eyes were slightly dim, and he sighed: "What Brother Deng said, how can you not know? But Brother Deng also said before, this red heart wood contains the yang inside, and the fire in the south hides itself, which is the poison of the extremely difficult yang fire, and I don't need to suppress it with the song of the sun lord autumn god frost, what can I do?"

"That's a big mistake!"

Deng Fuqing immediately shook his head: "The Tao Sutra says, heaven and earth are combined, and nectar will fall, and nectar will fall, and vermilion grass will sprout!" The frost and snow are so fierce that although they can suppress the poison of yang fire, they have no effect of harmonizing and nourishing, and they are a symptom but not a cure."

"To reconcile yin and yang, the nectar of heaven and earth is the best. If you want to bring nectar, you must use holy sounds, just like the poetry of the predecessors, the qin and the drum to pray for sweet rain! You are a descendant of the Zhu Xiang clan, don't you hear the song of coming to yin and summoning the rain that this holy emperor relied on to become enlightened?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yihou immediately smiled bitterly: "How can you not know! Brother Deng also said that in ancient times, when Zhu Xiang's family was in high yang and yin declined, strange winds often blew, and when the wind rose, the sky was dark, flying sand and stones, the sky was dry and the earth was cracked, the grass and trees were withered and yellow, and the grains were not harvested."

"Zhu Xiang's family is to use the silk and Liangtong to make the five-string yuanse, one plucked the string and the strange wind gradually subsided, and then the plucked string was covered with clouds, and the three-plucked string was heavy rain and the grass germinated, and since then the wind and rain have been smooth and the people have lived in peace. Don't hide it from Brother Deng, the single name of Yi is a Zhe character, which is from this."

"However, the descendants of the younger generations are not good, and today, even the name of Zhu Xiang has gradually disappeared, let alone what is Yin Se and Summoning Linqu!"

After saying that, Zhu Yihou reacted suddenly, staring at the woodcarving old man, his face was full of disbelief, but there was a faint hint of expectation.

Seeing Deng Fuqing laughing, he nodded and said, "Your Cao Jiang branch has not been inherited, and it may not be available elsewhere!" The five-string that is respected as Yuan Se comes to Yinse, and the old man really doesn't have the ability to find it, but what about this "Flying Dragon Summoning Lin Spectrum"...... Hey, hey!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yihou's hair stood up, and his expression was even more distorted, mixed with surprise and ecstasy: "Brother Deng, this matter is no joke!"

Deng Fuqing instead put away his previous frivolous expression, and said with a straight face: "You just say whether to change it or not, right?" With this ancient book, Daoyou can reconcile yin and yang and go further!"

"I see that you are reluctant to inherit the ancestral inheritance of Cao Jiang in your heart, and you finally became the confidant of King Qi...... Although without the heart of the red heart tree, it is no longer possible to walk the path of the Yanhuang Yang Fire, but if the dragon book and the Lin spectrum are in hand, it may not be impossible to establish the Dao of the Flying Dragon Clan and fight for the four blasphemous thrones!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yihou stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Change! As long as the score is true, Di will change it with Brother Deng!"

"That's what you're waiting for!"

Deng Fuqing laughed, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out, and actually spit out a roll of bamboo slips, and flew straight to Zhu Yihou: "Please also invite Daoyou to appreciate it!"

Zhu Yihou hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it, sat back on the stool, opened the bamboo slip and only took a cursory look at it, and suddenly shook his body, and the breath around him also gave birth to some kind of mysterious change.

At the same time, the river wind seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and the sound of the water of the Cao River suddenly became louder, and even the entire painting boat shook with it.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the water, and the creaking of the painting boat seem to form some kind of wonderful rhythm.

The angry crane in Qi Jing's heart let out a long roar, and began to dance with it, and the dryness in his heart, the aura and medicinal power in his body were all calmed down a little.

Deng Fuqing listened for a moment, and couldn't help but bow his head slightly: "Wonderful! It is worthy of the joy of enlightenment of the Holy Emperor Zhu Xiang of the Human Race! It's a pity that this score has requirements for bloodline, and it doesn't match what the old man has learned, so I only feel relaxed and happy when I hear it, but I can't comprehend the slightest subtlety."

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Words, Zhu Yihou raised his head suddenly, his eyes opened and closed, and he closed the bamboo slip and put it on the table.

He was in a good mood and explained with a smile, "Qin Se is a holy emperor's vessel, and it is indeed different from the Dao Sect lineage. Those who are stingy and idle, so punish resentment and suffocation, and the virtue of righteous people!"

"The monarch and father have festivals, and the courtiers have righteousness, and then the four seasons are harmonious, and the four seasons are harmonious, and then all things are born, so it is called Seye. Strive to the light of virtue, move the sum of the four gases, and follow the principle of all things. Therefore, Qingming is like the sky, the vast earth is like the earth, and the end is like the four hours, and the circle is like wind and rain; The five colors are written but not chaotic, the eight winds follow the law but not the women, and the number of Baidu is constant."

As he spoke, Zhu Yihou suddenly turned his head to look at Qi Jingzhi, and said solemnly: "As contained in this "Book of Rites" and passed down by the sages, since you are surnamed Jiang Qi, you should take this as the abyss of cultivation and the correct method of crossing the calamity!"

"The five colors are written but not chaotic, the eight winds follow the law but not the women, and the number of Baidu is always ......" Qi Jing recited silently in his heart, and nodded solemnly.

He had never learned any "Book of Rites", and he didn't know the rhythm of music, and the "Immortal Feather Sutra" he practiced didn't look like the Holy Emperor's Taoism, but he didn't want to let go of the slightest opportunity, and immediately secretly urged the angry crane to force the wonderful sound he heard in the way of the crane dance.

Seeing that the young man in front of him seemed to have an understanding, Zhu Yihou bowed his head slightly, and turned to Deng Fuqing and said, "Brother Deng is generous, and I admire it!" If you can't repay your kindness, let you repay it with the heart of a tree with a red heart!"

With that, he tore the red robe from his body with both hands, exposing his chest.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted, only to see that the heart of this Cao Jiang water god was inlaid with some kind of foreign object, similar to the human heart, the color is like a fire, there is an obvious wood texture on the rough skin, and there seems to be a bright yellow flame rising inside.

This foreign body penetrated very deep into the flesh, and the skin and flesh next to it were all fiery red, and there were even black and red roots under the skin, crawling all over the chest like blood vessels.

Seeing this difference, Qi Jingzhi and Jiao Yulang glanced at each other, and they both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Deng Fuqing was also surprised: "Presumably this is the heart of the tree of the red heart wood, you use the wood heart to hook your own heart, forcibly purify your own bloodline, so eager for quick success, the cultivation is up, but how is this different from suicide?"

Zhu Yihou stared at Mu Xin at the mouth of his heart for a moment, then raised his head and smiled slightly: "Yi was born with thin blood, and his talent is even more reckless, in order to keep this Cao Jiang ancestral industry, he had to do this extraordinary trick, which made you laugh!"

Deng Fuqing shook his head lightly and said with emotion: "It's really a scripture that is difficult to read! Although this wooden heart has not completely replaced your heart, it is already deeply rooted, and if you want to take it out, you will have to suffer a lot of vitality!"

"If you don't take it out, as Brother Deng said, sooner or later you will die of burning and poisoning!"

Zhu Yihou didn't care, shook his head and smiled: "The lesser of two evils, even if Brother Deng doesn't come, Di will have to do something to rip out his heart sooner or later, and there is no difference between a few years earlier and a few years later. Not to mention that now that I have Lin Pu, it is even more unexpected!"

Before the words fell, this Cao Jiang water god was already a claw with his right hand, and without hesitation, he grabbed Mu Xin and pulled it outward, and blood splashed everywhere!

The next moment, there was a red wooden heart dripping with blood and steaming in his hand, and a shocking blood hole was left in his heart!

At the same time, it was as if a stove had been lit in the Jiang Xin Pavilion, and everyone felt that the hot wind was blowing on their faces, and the surging heat swept in all directions one after another.

This heart-wrenching scene is really terrifying, Qi Jingzhi's heart jumps when he sees it, and the taste in his heart is incomprehensible.

The position of Cao Jiang's water god is hereditary, and outsiders only feel that Xuan He is extremely extreme, who knows that there is such a bitter secret behind it.

At that moment, I saw Zhu Yihou snort, gritted his teeth and said, "It hurts very much, please ask Brother Deng to borrow a fast sword!"

He said this only because the red wood heart had many vein-like roots growing inward, most of the smaller ones had been torn off, and a few thick ones had been torn straight and poked into the bloody hole in the heart.

"Well said!"

Deng Fuqing answered, and a piece of peach petals suddenly appeared, cutting off those deep-rooted roots in three or two clicks.

Zhu Yihou breathed a long sigh of relief, dang

Throwing the red wooden heart to the wood carving Lao Suo, he reached out and pulled out the broken roots from the flesh, and then sealed the blood hole at the mouth of the heart with a large ball of cyan red shrimp essence.

On the other side, Deng Fuqing summoned a few more peach petals and caught the red wood heart steadily.

In the flash of the sword, the remaining roots fell along with the bloodstained wooden bark.

In just a few moments, a thin layer of red wood was peeled away, and the original rough skin was gone, becoming extremely smooth, and the bright yellow flame light that danced inside became more and more conspicuous.

Deng Fuqing stared at the heart of this red heart tree, and his eyes gradually became hot.

He suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the red wooden heart in one gulp!