'Putting fruit. ’

Su Xing quickly remembered the origin of the fruit.

When the aura pours in, it can swell, but most of it can only expand from the core to the size of a pumpkin.

Those that can swell to the size of a house are considered more precious. Some monks who are skilled in carving will carve the shape of the house with delicate craftsmanship in advance. Once expanded, it really looks like a house and can be moved into.

This is also known as 'house fruit' and is very valuable.

However, it is not of much practical use, low-level monks cannot afford it, and high-level monks cannot use it.

But as a pharmacist, it is not surprising that the other party has one.

It's just that the East Mountain is surrounded by mountains on both sides, one side is adjacent to the water, and the other side of the water is a hundred zhang deep stream, the location of the spiritual field and the house fruit is next to the only road out of the mountain, like a roadblock.

"Yes."

The two should make peace.

Li Lao was polite and entrusting Su Xing again, and also said goodbye and left.

He was left alone on the way up the mountain, secretly gathering his senses.

On the back, the black lines are imperceptibly dense, and the flowers formed are more detailed and real.

However, I can't tell what kind of flower it is.

Suppressing the worries in his heart, Su Xing, as usual, Shi Yu Dongshan, in order to prevent Wang Yaoshi from discovering the abnormality, Fusang's spiritual power only used about one percent.

And just like that, the day passed quickly.

On the morning of the second day, Su Xing also used Yicheng's spiritual power to administer rain.

At the foot of the mountain, two spirit planters are still working, the spirit field has been cleared, and one of the spirit plants is already plowing the field with standard tools, presumably in a few days to start sowing.

However, I did not see Wang Yaoshi come out of the 'house fruit'.

Back in the small courtyard on the mountainside of Dongshan, Su Xingpan sat on the bed, ran the "Fusang Life Technique", restored his aura, and began to practice at the same time.

A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.

After the operation of Fuso, it was as if the sun was shining and the ice and snow dissipated, and some memories suddenly emerged from the fog.

Last night, two more people entered their house!

Yesterday, after night fell, he pretended to be asleep, but in fact, he secretly operated the Fusang Life Technique, lying on the bed with bated breath, feeling the movement inside and outside the room.

I don't know how long I waited, but from the dark night came a chanting sound, which seemed to be a female voice, with a low voice, extremely fast and indistinct.

Like 10,000 ants crawling in his ears, the itch on his back was incomparable, and just when he couldn't help but cry out, his consciousness fell into darkness again.

Before he fell unconscious, the only thing he was sure of was that someone pulled the deadbolt from inside the house and opened the door!

Then, the footsteps of two people appeared in the room.

Who is hiding in my room.

Su Xing's forehead was bruised, and he almost couldn't help but lift the house all over.

Fuso's aura flows through the body, vibrant, fresh and natural, soothing his emotions.

Gradually calming down, Su Xing's eyes flashed, not to startle the snake.

That's right, flowers!

Only then did he realize that he had not only lost the memory of last night, but even the black pattern on his back!

There was still some itching in the back, but he just couldn't focus on it.

There seems to be some mysterious power that makes him deliberately ignore the strange black pattern behind him.

Until this time, with the help of Fuso's life technique. He woke up from a dream when he thought of the flower, and memories of it came to mind.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Su Xing concentrated, and his consciousness gathered. Finding that behind his back, the black smoke wisps are almost twice as dense! The details of the formed flowers are becoming more and more abundant:

A thin branch protrudes from the tail vertebrae, forming the outline of a disc in the middle of the back, and at the edge of the outline, black arcs are outlined around the disk, like petals.

It's a ...... Sunflower!?

Black ...... Sunflower.

Look at the faint black smoke streaks on the sunflower disc, and the exposed skin that can't be covered.

Su Xing had a hunch to wait until the black smoke pattern completely dyed the entire disc and petals black. Well, something irreparable will definitely happen.

Call~

With a long breath, Su Xing gradually regained his composure, he found that there was something wrong with his emotions, it was too easy to fluctuate, could it be affected by the black sunflower tattoo?

After calming down for a while, Su Xing wrote a word on his knee with his right hand.

Forget.

Every day I wake up and forget what happened last night.

Forget about the existence of a black sunflower pattern.

Even...... He felt and contrasted carefully, and found that his emotions would become easily fluctuating, and his thinking would be hindered.

In a word, today is more stupid than yesterday.

And what about tomorrow?

Su Xing was shocked.

Will you be so 'stupid' that you forget to run Fusang Life Technique in the end?

Even if he ran the exercises every moment, he would be interrupted by the mysterious voice at night and fall into a coma - yes, he was sure that those two would come again tonight until ....... The black sunflower pattern on his back is fully formed.

If tomorrow you forget the habit of running the Fusang Life Technique every day, then you will fall into blind stupidity, like a pig, to be slaughtered.

Got out of bed, put on his shoes, and now he had regained his composure.

Look around, rummage for a while, and find a pair of scissors and some needles and threads.

In inconspicuous places, but where your eyes are often condensed: the corners of tables, the edges of basins, quilts, bedside and even some more private places.

Engrave two words:

Exercises!

These two are written in the common font of Yu State, "Yu Wang Zi". Miraculously, after he awakened Su Hui, he found that there were many similarities between the Yu Wang character in this world and the Chinese characters that traveled through the former earth.

For example, the word "Gongfa" is almost identical.

Of course, the word Yu Wang is only a common font among the people of Yu, and the cultivators use another script, called "Daowen", which is natural and contains legal principles, and the source can no longer be traced, and it is said that it was created by the Taoist ancestors.

After doing all this, Su Xing's heart was calm, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly stopped running the Fusang Life Technique.

Soon, the feeling of obscurantism in my brain hit me, and my thoughts were clouded again.

After a while, his back began to itch slightly, and Su Xing frowned, but he didn't seem to notice the abnormality in his back at all.

Seeing the sky, he pushed open the door and began to rain in the afternoon.

......

Soon, it was evening.

The full moon hangs high, and the light clouds are light.

On the east mountain, the moonlight is sprinkled, and the flowers bloom lonely in the spiritual field, and no one appreciates it.

The wooden house on the mountainside, the lights are quiet, and the owner seems to have slept peacefully.

At the foot of the mountain, Hanchenhua has not yet been sown, and the Lingzhifu who is in charge of taking care of it has naturally not started to watch the night. However, in the house fruit not far from Lingtian, there seemed to be some rustling sounds.

The moonlight poured in through the half-hidden windows on the green walls, and the interior of the house was poorly furnished, except for a bed and a set of tables and chairs, all of which were born on the ground and could not be moved.

Wang Yaoshi was kneeling in the open space next to the bed in an extremely humble, five-body posture, and constantly trembling vigorously, to bow down his posture, as if he wanted to melt into the floor.

When he finally found a slightly satisfactory position, he raised his right hand, spread his fingers straight out, and placed it on his chest.

"Welcome to the Son."

Call~

He was wearing only a short shirt on his back, and there was no wind at this time. A pitch-black, delicate sunflower on its back is exposed.

The position of the sunflower flower disc is opposite the palm of his five fingers open and stretched out on his chest, across the human body.

If Su Xing saw this flower, he would inevitably find that it was almost exactly the same as the black sunflower on his back.

It's just that the sunflowers on Pharmacist Wang's body have been completely covered in pitch black, and there is no trace of skin color in sight, and the depictions are delicate and lifelike.

A black shadow twitched and 'walked' out of the black sunflowers, and in the process, Pharmacist Wang's already pale face became even more bloodless. But his eyes, which were almost on the floor, became more and more fanatical.

The wriggling, indistinct black shadow suddenly fell into the extremely low shadow of the king in the moonlight.

In the next second, his shadow gradually stretched, faintly outlining the lines of the slender waist and plump buttocks, the willow branches and giant peaks, and each curve seemed to be drawn at the apex of people's desires. It's a pity that this tempting silhouette, at this time, can only be appreciated by moonlight.

At the same time, Pharmacist Wang and the shadow stretched their bodies in sync, gradually raising their heads. There is no longer fanaticism in his eyes, and his fingertips tap the corners of his mouth.

It's indescribably awkward to be a woman.

The mouth also slowly spits out a shrill voice between a man and a woman.

"It's really my loyal subordinate~"

"It's a pity...... I can only use it two or three more times......"