The snowy fields, the black soil, and the place of the handover, are like a dazzling dividing line. To put it mildly, the world is reduced to black and white. Yin Qingle ran with gold stars in his eyes, and when he saw Yan Zhihou, he braked sharply and staggered to a stop.

She panted and took out her mobile phone, rubbed her eyes, and read the [Tan Qingcao User Guide] again.

[Take a leaf of grass, crush and mash it, and apply the juice to the two acupuncture points of the monk's hall and the sun, and apply it to any place, and after a while, you can appease the purple mansion and calm your mind. 】

Yin Qingle pursed her lips, hid in the dark, and peeked at Yan Zhizhi, who fell into the snow of the ice floe and crushed jade, struggling to suppress the demonic breath. She tried her best to control herself, closed her eyes and calmed down for a long time, but did not step forward immediately.

Yin Qingle: [Can Tan Qingcao suppress the demons? If not, how to suppress it. 】

Search bar: [No.] If you want to suppress it, you need to enter the Purple Mansion, interact spiritually, and use your divine sense to dispel the demonic energy of the sea of consciousness. 】

In more popular terms, Yin Qingle needs to enter Yan Unknown's Purple Mansion, find his spiritual body in the sea, and coax him well. Although she is a mortal, there is a heart-binding spell between her and Yan Ming, and it is not difficult to enter the Purple Mansion.

Early this morning, I still relied on my forehead to counter each other, and I went in once. The monstrous flames, the freezing chill, Yin Qingle only remembered it, and it was still fresh in his memory. The thought of going in again made her shiver.

Reaching out and grabbing the loose black hair, his fingers were forceful, and he pulled off a few green strands on the spot. Yin Qingle hugged his head and was entangled, wanting to ask the search bar, is there any other way, without entering the sea of knowledge, he can still reduce Yan Zhi's demons.

As soon as I pressed a button, I heard a cough in my ear. Yin Qingle cautiously probed out, and saw Yan Zhi covering his forehead and getting up from the snow. He used all his strength to suppress the surging cold poison, and the spider silk on his neck gradually faded.

While coughing, he forced himself to hold up, even if he stood a few steps away, Yin Qingle could see the black qi on his body. The black demonic qi was ethereal, gradually filling Yan Zhi's body, flying out a little, and being pressed down a little, and so on.

Until this moment, Yin Qingle finally determined that Yan didn't want to let himself escape into the devil's way. He wanted to live with his sword cultivation body, so that he could re-cultivate the True Realm and earn a place.

"I don't know." Yin Qingle subconsciously shouted.

Yan didn't know how to stiffen his body, and turned his head stiffly. The eyes that used to be dark and waveless were now red and full of malice. When he saw Yin Qingle, his pupils constricted, and he struggled to climb out a few steps, his body went limp, and he was replanted on the ground.

Yin Qingle was anxious, he didn't care about anything at the moment, he didn't have time to crush or stir up, tore off the petals of sandalwood and clear grass, and hurriedly ran towards Yan Zhi.

As soon as he took a step, the immortal sword and light behind him hummed, shaking and blocking in front of Yin Qingle. Yan didn't know that his fingers were together, trembling and moving forward, manipulating and light to block Yin Qingle's way.

"Don't come here, I'll ......" he struggled to squeeze a few words out of his throat.

The contents of that ash were not only the corpse of the Phantom Demon, but also the evil medicine that stimulated the demons in the heart. The headache accompanied by a violent ringing in his ears cut his mind into sections, and the sound of calls fell into his ears, leaving only a few broken scales. He didn't dare to let Yin Qingle get close, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control it and hurt the only person who was good to him.

Where was Yin Qingle willing to listen to him, seeing that Heguang was moving left and right, stopping her from stepping forward, he immediately bent down, slipped away, and drilled through the bottom of the sword.

He jumped forward a few more steps, rushed to Yan Buyi's side, and reached out to help him.

The hand was halfway out and was directly caught. Yan didn't know how to hold the wrist of Ruyue Hao, exert force in his palm, and pull it to the side hard. Yin Qingle couldn't stand firm, and reflexively pulled Yan Zhi's hand. She pulled Yan Buyi, but neither of them stabilized their bodies and fell into the dark black black soil.

The man who was still floating like a crane before was already delirious at this moment. The chaotic Purple Mansion stimulates the demons in his heart, and his eyes are full of demonic obstacles. He looked at her, grabbed her wrist, and there was no more gentleness in his eyes.

"It hurts." Yin Qingle gasped and couldn't help but grin.

Yin Qingle held Tan Qingcao's hand and clenched it tightly, she felt a fluster, could she really successfully press the spirit grass on Yan Zhi's head? Now Yan doesn't care if she is weak or not, his gaze is falling on her wrist thoughtfully, as if he has the idea of breaking, which is terrifying.

With such a look, even in the face of his favorite paper person, Yin Qingle was intimidated.

…… Otherwise, so be it. Yin Qingle lay on the ground and thought sullenly. After Yan doesn't know that after falling into the demon, she will definitely become unrecognized, and she will stay here to a dead end, so it is better to fight to the death now and cook the rice. I hope that the scene of the big living person disappearing in his arms will not leave a shadow on Yan Zhizhi.

She stretched out her hand, relying on the knowledge of the costume materials in her mind, to touch the waistband of her pants that she didn't know. His waist is really thin, is a man's waist so thin? Why doesn't she feel it on weekdays.

Men love women, Yin Qingle can only talk on paper, thinking about this first, then that, before her index finger hooked her pants belt, she heard a suppressed moan. On Yan Ming's left wrist, there are many red marks in the circle. He pressed his forehead, gasping for breath as he tried to pull back what had been left of his sanity.

"I, did I hurt you? I'm hurting you......" he said repeatedly, fingers loosened. The brows are tightly locked, and the green tendons are jumping.

Yin Qingle's hand stretched out halfway and retracted again. The tip of her nose was sore, and she couldn't bear to continue. She cheered herself up. Otherwise, try harder.

Yan didn't know how to take a breath, pushed Yin Qingle away, and reluctantly stood up from the ground. His fingers moved slightly, wanting to sacrifice his true qi, but he was afraid of accidentally hurting Yin Qingle, so he dispersed for the second time. The heart was entangled, and the arms were suddenly heavy. Yin Qingle grabbed him by the waist, like a meat bullet, and fell back to the ground with Yan Zhiyi.

Only this time, the positions of the two sides have been reversed. Yin Qingle turned from bottom to up, and briefly held down Yan Zhizhi. The clear eyes like autumn water reflected in the depths of Yan Ming's pupils, and his heart trembled for no reason.

Yin Qingle broke off the blade of grass, stretched out his arms forward, pressed his thumb against the blade of grass, pressed on the acupuncture point given in the search bar, and pinched out the juice with his fingernails.

"Don't be afraid." She cupped Yan Zhi's face and comforted softly, "I'm here." ”

Yin Qingle wasn't sure where Yin Tang was, but his temples were very familiar. If a student has not done eye exercises, he has already memorized his eyes by scraping his eye sockets by pressing the temple chakra in the fourth quarter.

With the effect of Tan Qingcao, Yan didn't know how to lower his eyelids, his slender eyelashes moved, and there were slight signs of soothing between his eyebrows.

Yin Qingle asked nervously, "Are you better?" ”

Yan Ming's gaze turned to the side, he seemed to be trying his best to hide something, and after a long time, he replied in a low voice: "Hmm." ”

"Miss Yin, you leave quickly, the way I look now is not because of the situation in the Purple Mansion." The expression on his face relaxed slightly, trying to push Yin Qingle away. Covering his lips with the back of his hand, he turned his head and coughed a few lowly, not letting Yin Qingle see his face.

"I know." Yin Qingle replied. Seeing that Yan Zhiyi's complexion gradually eased, she took a deep breath, held her face with the strength of her hands, closed her eyes suddenly, and pressed her forehead against him.

"But without you, I can't move an inch." In order to know, in order to go home, she Yin Qingle fought hard today!

She almost looked at death as if she were at home, and hit Yan Zhizhi's forehead. Drawn by the Heart-Binding Mantra, the divine consciousness burrowed into the monk's purple mansion and roamed into the vast and boundless sea of consciousness.

Thanks to the effect of Tan Qingcao, Yin Qingle was no longer burned by the fire, and when she came back to her senses, she stood in the empty darkness, reaching out and not seeing her five fingers.

Where are the demons? Yin Qingle looked around, was stunned for a long time, and suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Wait a minute. Won't it ...... Poor Yan didn't know that he didn't even have time to realize what his inner demon was, so he was forcibly forced to become demonic by Xuanchi Sect, right?

Yin Qingle learned from Yan Zhizhi's appearance, held her forehead in pain, and sincerely felt that Yan didn't know how miserable it was. And she embraced the idea of entering the tiger's den in Longtan, and drilled into the sea of knowledge that Yan didn't know, but it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, which was even more miserable.

Yan didn't know that the demonic energy in her eyes was real, Yin Qingle didn't dare to delay, she mustered up the courage to walk forward, and reached out to grab the robe on her body, so as to borrow some courage.

Didn't catch it. Yan didn't know the outer robe, he didn't enter the sea of knowledge with her, and the mobile phone was nowhere to be seen, and Yin Qingle only had the cat's nightdress left. Yin Qingle could only hold the hem of her skirt and continue to walk forward, walking in the dark for an unknown amount of time, her ears caught a sparse sound.

The fluttering fragments of spiritual power were like suspended glass, but on them there were images she had never seen before. Yin Qingle hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand decisively. It's all here, and if you don't touch anything, I'm afraid it's just a trip in vain.

The moment he grabbed the fragment of spiritual power, the light appeared in front of him, and the pitch-black sea of knowledge was as bright as day. Before Yin Qingle could react, after a dizzy trance, a scene she had never seen before appeared.

The voice of the words came to my ears, as if I was there.

"Have you heard, that Qingya Elder of the Phaseless Sword Sect has newly accepted a personal disciple."

The Wuxiang Sect is the Sword Sect where the original male protagonist is located, and his master is also Elder Qingya. Yin Qingle heard the familiar name and subconsciously turned his head to look.

The field of vision is deflected, the eyes suddenly open up, the scene is integrated from fragments, and the masonry and earth are extremely clear. A lively street with a lot of traffic. There are immortal monks, and there are ordinary peddlers and pawns, and the surrounding buildings are scaly, looking like a city with a mixture of immortals.

Who can tell her, where the hell is this?

Yin Qingle walked around, trying to find useful information. Finally, she saw a familiar figure, the girl in red holding the wooden box album in both hands, following behind the tall man, stepping on the fairy sword and flying in the air.

Yin Qingle didn't want to be a headless fly anymore, she caught up with Yan Jiaojiao while searching for Yan Zhi's figure.

Yan Jiaojiao's speed was very slow, enough for her to follow firmly, and the people on the street seemed to be rubbing shoulders, and when they bumped into Yin Qingle, they would pass through her body unconsciously, and Yin Qingle followed all the way without any hindrance.

The original male protagonist's apprenticeship was three hundred years ago, and at this point in time, the Yan family should have just brought Yan Buzhi back to Xuanchi Sect and announced that he was the young sect master of Xuanchi Sect, and his attitude towards him should be relaxed.

But Yin Qingle followed to the end, and did not find Yan Zhi's figure. Just when they were confused, the two people above their heads pinched a sword trick in the air, waved their robes and pressed the end of the sword, and fell to the ground with a flutter.

"This is it, Father." Yan Jiaojiao stepped down from the fairy sword, put it away, and respectfully walked forward.

When the two of them fell, they came to a crowded square. Among them, men, women, and children, with straw stuck in their heads, chained, and kept in cages.

Yan Jiaojiao, the person who called her father, was the sect master of the Xuanchi Sect, and Yan Xun, the head of the Yan family.

He went to the album from Yan Jiaojiao's hand, opened it and glanced at it, closed it, and threw out the ghostly spiritual power from his fingertips, throwing countless cages in front of him.

Some of those cages are ordinary iron cages and wooden cages, and some are engraved with inscriptions, and the children imprisoned in them are all young children, and wooden plaques are hung on the top of the cages to indicate their spiritual roots, talents, and even cultivation.

Yin Qingle suddenly remembered that Yan didn't know if she had asked her if she was the lost child of any family. It seems that even in the cultivation realm where magic exists, the abduction and trafficking of children still exists.

The spiritual power emitted a silver light and fell on the yellow-clothed monk. Yan Jiaojiao gestured to Yan Xun, picked up the album and approached the monk, turned one of the pages, and showed it to the monk.

"Is this man here with you?"

When the monk saw it, he was immediately happy: "Yes, yes, I'll bring it to you now." He took the order, and in a short time he dragged a dirty doll, about four or five years old, whose hands were bound by inscription chains, to the two of them.

Stretched out his fingers and stuck the child's cheeks, forced him to open his mouth, and opened his mouth to show: "Look, what good teeth, don't look at him listless now, this kid bites fiercely." ”

"Don't be clever and flattering." Yan Jiaojiao frowned and scolded, "Who wants to see his teeth, let me see what he looks like." ”

The monk was given the order and pulled the child by the hair. He casually pulled it twice, applied true qi, and violently removed the dirt.

Yin Qingle held her breath and watched the monk's every move. The premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger, and when the little boy's eyebrows fell into his eyes, Yin Qingle covered his mouth.

She saw that Yan Jiaojiao was the same as the one she had seen before, and she forgot for a moment that it was more than three hundred years ago, and Yan Jiaojiao was much smaller than Yan Jiaojiao, and it could never be her familiar appearance.

The sudden encounter made her heart beat wildly. Yan Jiaojiao's praise and Yin Qingle's exclamation came out together.

"Yes, exactly like the portrait."

"Knowing?"