The days of living on the island passed quickly, and when the scars on his body healed and peeled off, he gave birth to white and tender skin, which recovered in about a week, and the vixen joked that he was as delicate as a dehydrated hibiscus.

The facial features are three-dimensional, the eyebrows are thick, and the aura around them is adapted, and the monk's courage is slightly formed.

In the past few days, he can jump a spirit snake on his fingers at will, and when he breathes, crawl into his back to help him tickle.

Sometimes, the fox spirit twisted his buttocks and was coquettish, and sometimes he sat on the fruit tree, looking at Li Shuishan, who was meditating carefully, dropped a fruit, smashed it on his head, and snapped, but it couldn't attract his attention. When it sighs, it bends over and exercises its waist. The old madman has already wandered around in Zilou, and he will step into some unexplored places, seeking the blood of the past, but only going a little deeper and returning.

Sometimes looking at the direction of the Tibetan Peak garrison, revealing the essence of light, he muttered: "It's almost over." ”。

Zhou Fengyun and the human soul hid in a low place, sitting on a boat that he got out of nowhere.

When the old madman fought the demon dragon before, he took out the treasure of the family, blinded his breath, and hid it tremblingly.

The snake spirit on the island swallowed the body of the one-horned demon dragon, and laid a few more eggs, and what hatched was not a small snake? Every day when the sky is a little dark, it will let out a refreshing groan, and the fox will gnaw on the fruit and jokingly call it **.

The grievances that had been silent for a few days broke out again at this time, but the purple skin demon dragon body that the fox spirit took was useless, and raised two fingers at the snake demon and said, "I want two hundred snake eggs." ”

When the snake demon heard this, he was surprised: "What? Two hundred? Why don't you go and rob it? Where do you do such a business?" ”

In fact, they don't know how to do business in the outside world, so they instinctively bargain, and even have to make a big move and roar hoarsely to calm down. The words of the Terran race are reasonable, and sometimes the sound and color of the foul words such as "Sao Po Niang", "Dog Thing", "Silly Hat" and "Niang Hao" are perfectly expressed.

When Li Shuishan asked who taught them, he would point to a sloppy old man.

The old madman actually looked helpless.

Sometimes they would sit on the ground, looking helplessly at the sea in the distance, worrying about life beyond the sword.

Li Shuishan took out the peachwood sword on his back, condensed the spirit snake and spit it out in his palm, and a wave of aura appeared, instantly revealing the runes on the sword surface, the original was a fish pattern, with clear fish scales from top to bottom, neatly arranged, if it is unfolded, this sword can be smelted into a sword similar to a fish bone, but the degree of difficulty is too high, and the texture hidden under the fish pattern is incomprehensible.

When he put his palm on the surface of the sword, he slashed to the tip of the sword, disturbed the fox spirit on the tree, and said bitterly: "Put away that thing, this rune is useful for goblins and ghosts." ”

Li Shuishan nodded, turned his back to him, and remembered that in Nameless City, the old fat catfish was afraid of the sword in his hand, and it was not so powerful at that time!

There was a faint tranquility on the peachwood sword, and with the transmission of his aura, a murderous aura gradually emerged, but this murderous aura would only look for demons and ghosts, and would not pose a threat to people.

He took off the soul-attracting bell on his waist again, this time, he tapped on it, suddenly expanded to the size of a bowl, and with a light stroke in his hand, it became a blue light, and a few little ghost heads poked out around him, and a terrifying aura came out, surrounding Li Shuishan's body. I remember that when I was in the Ghost Mansion, I couldn't fuse him in my mind, probably because of the lack of aura and couldn't accommodate it, but this time there was still something missing.

Maybe it's the aura, maybe it's the lack of aura.

This time he grabbed the soul-attracting bell and calmed down, the soul-attracting bell became bigger and smaller, and the little ghost chirped after he died, as if he was reluctant to give up the aura around him, Li Shuishan patted his head lightly, and retracted aggrievedly.

There is a familiar smell in it, which is Xuanyin.

This power is constantly devouring the aura of the outside world, condensing his body, this milky white cloud, is enough

The size of a fingertip, but the Yin Soul Bell couldn't detect the source of its power, that little ghost, with ears like rabbits, red silk and white skin, and very fluffy and beautiful! The little mouth quacked, rubbing Li Shuishan's white face affectionately, roaring down, and dipping into the Soul Attracting Bell.

Although Li Shuishan didn't know how to fuse the soul attraction bell and kill the enemy like those monks, it did have a presence with his own induction, when he channeled the aura into the bell, it would cause a series of changes, and the Xuanyin would be squeezed into a thin piece, hiding by the bell, and the mist would be condensed into pieces of ice crystals, and it would fall into his hand after shaking it, and it would rarely contain a little evil aura and aura in it.

This may be what the monk called the spirit stone, but the soul attraction bell is biased towards yin qi, so it must be a yin stone.

When you're done, take a break and close your eyes in meditation.

And these few days of calm, completely enough for the old madman to re-perform the three techniques, previously in the deep pure moon viewing place, the realization of the transformation of the body and mind and cultivation, as for the lotus under the moon, the beauty in the heart of the lack, if there is narrowness in the heart, it will block the impact of the inner qi and blood, the purity of the aura, he himself also understands that if he becomes a qualified monk, he must have a solid body.

The herbs soaked in the Tibetan peak are still somewhat useful, opening up the acupuncture points in his body, every time luck exhales, it will condense an invisible thing between heaven and earth into water droplets, when he closes his eyes and meditates, it is like a sheepskin wrapped in the outside, resisting the cold, when inhaling the heart and lungs, it is like being caught in the cold winter, and the body shakes for the first time, but it is very happy.

He loves cold ice and coldness, so when he inhales the aura and transforms the spirit snake out, he has a feeling of wings and flying, as for not relying on the power of the blue robe to take off, it is still not good, and he must learn a certain spell.

If you can have the blessing of spiritual rhyme, you can perceive the heaven and the earth, fly smoothly, and create your own method.

But there is a common saying: copy first and then innovate. The word also lingered in his mind, and this kind of copying was a thoughtful study, not a direct transfer.

The old madman was worried about his luck, whether he was sullen or not, and the power of the backlash in front of him continued. Every other day, his eyelids will be astringent, his mouth will taste bitter, and his blood will flow backwards, and then he will meditate and rest, look at the sea in the distance, and wave his hand, in exchange for a new cloud for him to observe and relieve stress.

Inside the peaks, many monks frowned, they looked at the outside world in the rainy weather, there was no mildness of daylight, they had no energy to meditate, they walked around, very irritable. The heavier the rain, the more fish will jump and rejoice in the mountain stream in front of the peak, and the toad and earthworm will suck in their mouths, but this season, it should not be like this.

Xiaoshan Huai has noticed it when the dark clouds are overpowering, waving his hand to drive away but there is no response, there is no roar of the rain dragon and the thunder dragon in it, just a piece of rain that appears out of thin air falls, very strange, the wet rock in front of him has also collapsed, the falling rain has a little refreshing pleasure, as if he is worried about it, he got up and flew up, to the peak hundreds of feet on the ground, looked up, and then looked down.

Taibei Mountain is unharmed, and the peaks below are covered with a bleak and desolate song, as if someone deliberately poured a pot of water, poured it in the sky, and turned into a pure water flow to fill the mountain lake with half of the peak, he muttered: "It will rain in the future, I have never seen the rain continuously, but there has been a week, the trend is still not dispersed, it is too mysterious!"

He leaned close to the black clouds, raised his palm and gently stroked it, like a cotton candy, but with a trace of elasticity, dispersed and re-condensed, even if he waved his sleeves to drive away this piece of gathered dark clouds, but the time of a cup of tea re-condensed, the two clouds collided, without any thunder, just rain.

I have never seen a crying child, shedding tears the size of a bean, but he was silent.

He was amazed, and the inspection was fruitless, so he could only wait for him to disperse naturally.

However, there was a man wearing a green dragon kingfisher green robe with his hands on his back, and behind him was an old man with a cane in his hand, and these two people were the Wind Leader and the Mountain God.

The old mountain god smiled and said, "You say, these juniors just tossed around and made all the clouds and rain out." ”

The Wind Leader shook his head, "It's a good thing that someone is helping our peaks, but the technique is extremely subtle, and the curse of the heavens is volatilized between heaven and earth, turning into a rain that falls, and what falls is sorrow and irritability. All the monks who are enveloped in it will be in an inexplicable mood

Weird, the heavier the rain, the more grumpy the temper. Hehe, I'm afraid this rain won't end until next week. ”

The mountain god sighed, "That's really the case." I can't go down. I want to get a good night's sleep, turn into a mountain spirit, and don't open my eyes. ”

The wind-puller was laughing and thinking all the time.

In the sword, a person and a soul next to the island were hungry, cooing, slapping his stomach with one hand, scolding not to fight, not to fight, he smelled that the fox spirit was roasting Li Shuishan, roasting was Jiaolong meat, and the fragrant grease fell into his nose, Zhou Fengyun's hala Ziliu was half an arm's length, gently wiped it away, ah, shook his body, "Cry, cry, suffer." Little friend, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't want to suffer here. Isn't it good to eat and drink spicy food?"

As he spoke, he wiped the saliva from his mouth.

A strong wind flew, Li Shuishan grabbed the meat, sniffed it, and bit it fiercely, which was very refreshing, but for the demon dragon's flesh and blood to replenish his physical strength, energy was still necessary, but he didn't have to eat for a long time to maintain his physical strength, which was also wonderful! However, smelling the smell of food would make him hungry.

The snake demon hatched a few snake eggs, and gave him one, the snake gall green skin, surrounded by golden light, several textures emerged, a little mysterious, it threw out a wink and said: "Next, this snake egg can give you good luck." The ancient gold pattern on this, but the ontological inheritance of the snake clan, seeing that you are a madman's apprentice, the master can also give you some greeting gifts. ”

Li Shuishan caught it with a smile, thanked him, and withdrew it in his sleeve.

The fox spirit, with a swing of the red skirt, hummed and plucked a colorful hair from the tail, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a thumb-thick soft hair, gently rubbing it in his palm, a little uncomfortable to refuse, bending his body, blinking his eyes and blowing lightly, floating to Li Shuishan's side, hehe smiled, "Zangsheng, put away this gift, when the colorful thing dissipates, it will turn into dust, how to say, it can also be used five times." But for this kind of colorful fox tail hair that can't be found even if you have a broken leg, it is rare in the world. ”

"You know, a monk knelt down at the end of the island and wanted to exchange his whole body for this thing, but I refused. Although I have a lot of hairs on my tail, there are only a few dozen colorful ones, and there is one less after one of them. I guessed that you Terrans would also say that nine is the ultimate in the world.

That's right, we in the fox clan would say the same thing. Five colors are rare, six colors, seven colors, eight colors, and nine colors are even rarer.

My ancestors once said to me that a lot of color is not necessarily a good thing, but a lot of color is definitely a good thing. The five colors are very good, and they can express my coquettish words vividly. This five-colored fox tail hair, as long as you put your thoughts into it, he will obey your will and go to kill. As for the specific people you can kill, I don't know, but it's okay to be as low as your master. Of course, this tail hair can also be turned into a soaring magic weapon, carrying you to wander gracefully, and if someone below kills you, he will stop you.

If you restore the five colors in it, you can find me, or find the five-colored fox, but if you find my opponent, it will not be good to do some tricks on you. You judge for yourself. By the way, this thing also has a hidden skill, hehe, men and women love love, you know, I won't say much. Leave it to Mi to figure it out for herself. ”

The vixen smiled again, causing the rough-fleshed man to sit on the top of the Zilou, leaving his saliva, saying that he had cursed the old madman to death, but now seeing that he was safe and sound, the admiration in his heart was even stronger.

Li Shuishan took the five-colored fox tail hair, and when he touched it, Jiuyou felt itching, put it in his sleeve, and thanked him.

The vixen pursed his eyes, looked at the snake demon, and said angrily, "No thanks." Who made me your master!"

The snake's demonic teeth itched, and he wanted to swallow the fox in one bite.

"Fox!"

"The snake is bitter!"

"The fox is so sassy!"

"Snake gall is so bitter!"

...

And so he scolded again.