Nuwa Palace, side hall.

The windowsill is full of strange plants, and the flowers of a thousand colors exude a fragrance, even if you don't sleep for three days, the smell will make you feel refreshed and tired.

Baiyao, the golden boy and the jade girl, as well as the elderly temple wishes, sat around the fairy sandalwood table.

Looking at the golden boy who was writing an IOU with a pen and paper in his hand, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, and after enduring it, he still spoke:

"Nine out of thirteen, the mother knows that you are lending usury?"

The jade girl laughed from the moment Bai Yao said it, and explained with tea:

"Da Zhu doesn't know, except for the Wa Palace, all the palaces of Niangniang in the Nether Realm make a living by lending money."

Miao Zhu pushed the refreshments in front of Bai Yao and answered:

"The daily consumption of Nuwa Palace is not a small amount, we are small to share the worries of Niangniang and maintain the image of Nuwa Palace in various places, Niangniang naturally knows about it."

The jade girl got up, brought the tea to Baiyao, and chuckled:

"Everyone has an urgent time, not only the song of the court, the three worlds of heaven, earth and man are all over the Nuwa Palace, our spirit stones are transmitted to each other through the magic circle, don't say that the 20,000 that Dazhu needs, it is 20 million, 200 million, we can lend it to you."

The golden boy stopped writing, looked up and smiled:

"Teleportation fee is five thousand spirit stones."

He handed the IOU to Bai Yao along with the pen and said:

"I wish you the signing and painting is finished, and the spirit stone is yours."

Bai Yao took the IOU and looked at the contents on it:

[Today, there is Yin Shang Da Zhuzi Medicine, and he borrowed 20,000 spirit stones from Chaoge Nuwa Palace, and the loan period is three years......]

The golden boy put his hands together on the table and said:

"Dazhu has a humane luck to protect himself, even if he doesn't return to Nuwa Palace, there is no way, and we won't use this little thing to bother Niangniang, everything is just because of trust in Dazhu."

Bai Yao's grip stopped in mid-air.

The loan of 20,000 spirit stones is the lowest amount that Nuwa Palace can borrow, 18,000, and 26,000 in the end.

The golden boy sees that the love of that poem is only a fixed price, otherwise the profits will roll to the sky.

Three years later, he had to pay back twenty-six thousand.

"What if I get into a bitter battle in the North Sea for more than three years?"

Bai Yao asked.

The jade girl smiled kindly:

"Don't worry, we will send someone to collect the bills...... Unless you go to Zixiao Palace. ”

Bai Yao nodded and signed neatly.

It's a big deal to borrow from Wen Zhong when the time comes, his master is the Holy Mother of Jin Ling, one of the four major disciples of the Interception Sect, and he will definitely not treat him badly.

When he sweeps away the world's bulls, ghosts and evil gods, there will be no shortage of spirit stones.

"You're so happy."

Miao Zhu put away the IOU, and a storage bag appeared in the palm of the golden boy's hand.

"You don't need to cultivate, you can open it by calling your name from the bottom of your heart, there are 30,000 spirit stones in it, 18,000 are loans, and the rest is a thank you gift from me and the jade girl."

Bai Yao took the storage bag and read the name of Ziyao in his heart, and the shiny spirit stone picture almost blinded him.

He couldn't help but wonder:

"Thank you?"

The golden boy nodded:

"I like the poems you write very much, and it is our honor to be in the same poem with my mother."

Put away the storage bag for the white medicine.

"Do other palaces need to write poems?"

The three of Nuwa Palace laughed but did not speak.

…

Returning to the Liuyun Palace, Bai Yao Ping retreated from others, sat cross-legged on the sealed bed at the bottom of the bed, held a spirit stone in one hand, closed his eyes and began to practice.

The aura is in the palm of your hand, and you don't need to feel it at all.

Baiyao absorbs the aura according to the method recorded in the scriptures.

I don't know how long it took, but the cold touch came down my palms to my wrists.

The Great Refining and Replenishing Heavenly True Sutra slowly opened in his mind, and a long, as if from ancient times, came out with a long, as if from an ancient Dao True Sound.

Bai Yao's thoughts were infinitely lengthened, and he gradually immersed himself in the melody of Dao Yin, and his body operated the absorbed aura on its own.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the scene he saw was no longer the Flowing Cloud Palace.

Standing up from the vast earth, looking at the sky so high and far, looking at a small black dot in the sky, he said to himself:

"This is the interior of the text."

He touched the ground gently, and the whole person floated up according to his own thoughts, and fell to the ground like autumn leaves.

The Great Refining Department and the Heaven Mending Department take effect together.

When the aura was running, the first defect in his physical body had been found.

To practice this exercise, he has to make up for the heavens by himself.

A faint mist of light manifested from nothingness, and together with a medicine refining furnace, it stopped in front of Bai Yao.

[Absorb the aura of heaven and earth, refine it with heart fire, and get the great medicine of the heavens]

Bai Yao reached out and grabbed the pale white mist, which was the aura he absorbed, and he could touch it like a real thing in the interior scene.

He stuffed the aura into the furnace and pressed his hand on the furnace.

"Crackle—"

The faint flame lit up the dark stove, and the aura "crackled" like dry wood burning.

The essence of the white medicine is consumed bit by bit with the practice.

The aura began to sink and gradually turned into scarce dust.

When the first wisp of aura was finished, he grabbed the aura that had just been absorbed in the air and threw it into it again.

Second wisp ......

Fifth ......

The Seventh ......

Perhaps it was because of the use of national sports to exercise spiritual power, and the white medicine had refined ten wisps of spiritual energy before it stopped, far exceeding the three passing marks in the scriptures.

The dust in the furnace attracts itself and forms a five-colored stone.

He took out the stone and looked up at the black dots in the sky.

As soon as his mind moved, he appeared high in the air with a strong wind.

The small black dot has turned into a large hole with a diameter of at least three kilometers.

Stick the stone to the edge of the hole, and it melts in.

"Hiss......"

There was indescribable comfort all over his body, and Bai Yao gasped, almost rolling out his eyes.

But no matter how cool his physical body is, his spirit is exhausted to the extreme.

I had to exit the interior scene and lie on the bed and fall asleep.

In the following time, after Bai Yao threw a hundred spirit stones to Daji, he spent every day in cultivation.

His physical body became stronger and stronger, and he could refine more and more spiritual energy, and he devoted himself to cultivation.

Until the day before he set out for Beihai, Kong Xuan found him.

A gentle drizzle shrouded Chaoge, and the green hills in the distance seemed hazy and mysterious.

In a pavilion in the garden of the ancestral temple, Kong Xuan said seriously to Baiyao:

"Great wishes, I can't go to Beihai."

"Why?"

Bai Yao wondered.

It doesn't matter if Kong Xuan goes or not, after all, this is a mortal war, and the cultivators will either command or run errands, at most, they will be able to set up a maze that can't hurt mortals, and they don't dare to last too long, and the wounded and sick in the army may die because they can't rest.

For a practitioner, the karmic debt of killing a farmer in the mountains and intervening in a war is very different.

Mortal wars, thousands of lives are fought together, and if a cultivator who is incompatible with humanity kills a mortal on the battlefield, all the monstrous karma will be inflicted on him.

Kong Xuan's fingers kept tapping on the table, hiding the eagerness in his heart, and said:

"I'm going back to my ancestral land."

"Nanming Immortal Volcano ......"

Bai Yao muttered softly.

The catastrophe of the dragon and the Han, the three clans of the dragon and phoenix and the unicorn created boundless killing, and owed the great cause and effect of heaven and earth.

In the end, Zu Feng, that is, Yuan Feng, died, and the remaining Feng clan swore to the Heavenly Dao to fight the immortal volcano forever, which barely retained the bloodline.

"Go ahead."

Baiyao didn't ask too much.

"Thank you."

As soon as Kong Xuan's voice fell, he disappeared in place.

Bai Yao smiled:

"It seems to be in a hurry."

After enjoying the rain for a while, he looked to the north.

Tomorrow is the departure of the expedition.

According to the deduction, this trip is very dangerous.

It took 3,000 points of national fortune to deduce the Northern Expedition plan three times, and the results of the three times told him that if he wants to complete the strategic goal of controlling the north, there is no shortcut, only:

Fight to the death.

Fight to the death.

Fight to the death.

"This Yuan Futong, is it really so difficult?"