"Yang is born in Yin, the essence of pure wood, and Yin is born in Shen, the essence of pure gold. Golden Mother Mu Gong, the parent of yin and yang, the origin of heaven and earth. The red silk wrapped around Zhiyue's body has been removed, and she is dressed in a white Taoist suit, with that face, even Jiang Yunhe is secretly moved.

Uniform temptation!

Jiang Yunhe quickly threw his thoughts aside, well, why does it sound familiar?

Oh, Zhu Bajie is Mu Mu, this is Mu Gong, it's okay.

"Wait a minute. Jiang Yunhe held a branch in one hand, gestured on the ground, and said in his mouth: "Yangsheng stands in Yin......"

Although it was the first time I had learned this kind of writing, the movements were not clumsy.

In general, it is still hieroglyphics, but it is more complex, completely different from the traditional script, and may be similar to the script of an ancient dynasty, and Jiang Yunhe has not studied this aspect much.

After writing it three times in a row, Jiang Yunhe memorized it before he said, "Go on." ”

"The road leads to heaven and earth, the golden mother and the wood gong are my vitality, and the purple cover Yao Chi is my inner body......"

"Is it like a bureaucrat going to office, looking west and worshipping ...... east"

"The true method of glaze, refining yin with yang, turning yin into yang ......"

Zhiyue read a sentence, Jiang Yunhe wrote it on the ground three times, and then continued, it took half a day to read one-fifth of the booklet that was not thick.

I don't know when Su Xiaoxiao will come back, so the two stopped and reduced communication.

It's just that Jiang Yunhe took the booklet and read it silently over and over again.

In the evening, a series of laughter sounded in the courtyard, and a blue figure flashed into the room, glanced at the two of them, and said with a smile, "It seems that you guys are staying well, I don't know how the old guys from the Zichen Sect will react when they see the baby disciple eating and living with a stinky man." ”

"Su Xiaoxiao, you don't have to bother me with the sword of tongue. Zhiyue raised her eyelids and glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, then ignored her.

"You fainted last night, I saved you, and now you owe me three lives. Su Xiaoxiao stretched out four fingers.

He drew a circle in the air with his index finger and nodded at Jiang Yunhe: "You wasted the candles in the cave room last night, ...... tonight."

Halfway through speaking, he laughed and went out.

Jiang Yunhe looked at Su Xiaoxiao's back, and then turned his head to look at Zhiyue, only to see that she was blushing, obviously angry.

Jiang Yunhe felt that these people didn't look at the usual high and high, in the eyes of ordinary people, they were no different from immortals, and their psychological tolerance was really not high.

If you are caught by the enemy, don't say such a few words, just spit in your face without frowning.

If you want to use a beauty trick, you will definitely not resist.

If you want to torture - forget it, I've got it.

"What do you want to do?" Noticing Jiang Yunhe's gaze, Zhiyue's face changed, obviously thinking of something bad.

Jiang Yunhe put his finger to his lips and gestured, lowered his head and continued to read.

Until the sunset fell to the horizon and was almost blocked by trees, Jiang Yunhe felt that his whole body was wooden when he stood up from the ground, and he moved a few times and turned his head and asked, "Do you eat?"

"Nope. Zhiyue said in a muffled voice.

Before the words fell, I heard thunder in my stomach.

Zhiyue's face suddenly turned red, and when she noticed Jiang Yunhe's smiling eyes, she was even more angry in her heart, and said angrily: "Don't eat." ”

"Whatever you want. Jiang Yunhe shook his head, it seems that Zhiyue can't eat and drink the northwest wind.

Or, now, like an ordinary person, she has lost that ability.

In this case, he probably understood why Zhiyue didn't eat or drink.

went around outside, but didn't see Su Xiaoxiao.

But I guess she's nearby.

After looking around the wall, he began to look at the roof again, until a voice came to his ear: "Are you looking for me?"

"I'm looking for a knife, or I'll be hungry at night. Jiang Yunhe didn't reply.

Then there was no movement.

After a while, Jiang Yunhe looked down, and there was indeed a knife at his feet.

It's easy to do with a knife, collect some firewood, fetch water, and take the rabbit out to bleed and skin it.

For most of the day, the rabbit's blood hadn't coagulated much, and most of it was barely released.

Jiang Yunhe did all this with a twitch of his face, to be honest, it was too disgusting, and the touch of his hand on the exposed muscles also made him feel extremely bad.

Before, he wouldn't even touch it.

He felt that he would have no chance to be hypocritical in the future.

I picked up a few half-ripe fruits around and threw them in a pot to cook with the rabbits, and when it was completely dark and I could see the boundless galaxy when I looked up, I finally smelled the fragrant aroma.

Meaty, with a hint of sweetness, that's the taste of fruit.

I tasted it first, and then frowned, even if I threw a few fruits to reconcile, it didn't hide the fishy smell.

It is a bloody smell different from fish.

I found a broken bowl with soup and meat, and put it on the bowl, and turned it back to the room and put it at the head of the bed.

"Take it, I don't eat it. Zhiyue said angrily.

Jiang Yunhe clearly saw the word "desire" written on her face.

"If you starve to death, Su Xiaoxiao will definitely find it funny. Jiang Yunhe threw down a sentence and turned around and went out.

When he returned, he saw that half of the soup and rabbit meat were in the bowl.

Zhiyue's head was covered with a red cloth, and it was not exposed at all.

A faceless look.

Jiang Yunhe smiled secretly in his heart, he was still behind when he didn't have the face to see people.

See how long you can endure it.

Jiang Yunhe sat at the door and drew a picture on the ground with a branch, he was drawing a toilet, and the most important thing was how to make a toilet, or something like a toilet.

Otherwise, it's really hard to hold the moon.

If he is asked to help Zhiyue go to the toilet next...... It's not impossible, but that's a bit too contemplative, and it's not interesting.

And in the future, Zhiyue will regain his strength, and it is easy to find trouble for himself.

After half an hour of drawing, Jiang Yunhe finished the design.

Just make a toilet seat out of simple materials, and as for the sewage pipe, you don't need it, just like a dry toilet.

He had seen a dry toilet once, and the smell impressed him.

After designing the drawings and being confident, Jiang Yunhe began to look for things that could be used all over the yard.

A bundle of half-dried branches, a few stones, and red silk taken from the tree were enough to make a shelf.

After working hard to move to the backyard, he began to get busy, but it didn't take long for Jiang Yunhe to find a problem.

I really thought about it perfectly, and I thought about it every step of the way.

Brain: I see.

Hand: You know a.

Brain: I really get it.

Hand: I don't understand anyway......

It's awkward.

Jiang Yunhe has always felt that he has the ability to do it, and he should be able to.

My girlfriend also said that her hands are very dexterous.

"Forget it, let's get it tomorrow. Jiang Yunhe finally looked at the garbage on the ground and smiled bitterly.

When he returned to the room, he saw that Zhiyue had returned to his original state, and asked lightly, "What did you do?"

"Tried to make you a toilet, failed. Jiang Yunhe said.

"Toilet?"

"You should call it the Night Pot. ”

As soon as Jiang Yunhe's words were finished, he saw that Zhiyue's face quickly climbed into two shades of red, his whole face turned bloody, and his head was about to smoke.

Jiang Yunhe shrugged his shoulders, and said to these female cultivators who are powerful and noble, eating and drinking Lazar is still a very difficult thing to talk about.