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The Venerable Master of the Cloud Sky spoke, and Xuan Ling didn't dare to refute it directly, so he held back a sentence: "Senior, this is a natal spiritual weapon, how can it be easily handed over to others......

How important is a natal artifact?

It's not that you can't borrow it, but usually only close friends and disciples can have this level of trust.

If the natal artifact is destroyed, the monk himself will also hurt the divine soul - it is not a simple shock, but a defect that can only be recovered after hundreds of years of retreat and recuperation!

The Venerable Cloud Sky raised his eyelids and smiled kindly: "Xuan Ling, when you say that, you just don't worry about our Meiyan's character?"

Xuan Ling was speechless, this question is a bit interesting.

Judging from his relationship with Mei Yan, there is only a contradiction between them, but even if he is an enemy, he must approve of Mei Yan's character.

The reputation of the god of war Mei Yan, after the Demon Yuan War, is a golden signboard of the grade of "Light of the Human Race"!

Mei Yan herself didn't mess with him, on the contrary, it was the Mishan faction that kept making all kinds of demands on her.

If she really said that she would do anything with the natal spirit weapon, even Xuan Ling herself would not believe it.

Mei Yan also knew that her request had poked Xuan Ling's weakness, and she puffed up her chest very cooperatively, looking like "I am very pure" and well-behaved.

"Then that's it!" Huang Xiang hurriedly agreed for Xuan Ling. Since there is a person in the sky who speaks, it is just borrowing, what else can not be trusted?

Xuan Ling thought about the compensation promised by Tianmu Gong, and he could only pull a face and respond for the time being.

Mei Yanmei asked him to wait for a while, and then ran to find his apprentice.

Provincial Lamp, it's a gentle body protection magic weapon, the best at defensive spells, and it can also resist the turbulence of aura and other harsh environments.

In the deepest part of the ice prison, Yu Dan couldn't stand it at all, but with this thing, she could let Shen Xuan and their father and son reunite for once!

Mei Yan called a trap bird as usual and asked Biwei, "Where is Zhiwei now?"

"In the Zhengyi Sect, the pile embroidery pavilion. ”

Mei Yan felt that this place was familiar, and then remembered, wasn't that Qingqiong's cave mansion?

......

In the embroidery building, on the wooden waist card on Shen Yu's waist, a faint red light flashed with the carved pattern in the shape of water droplets. This thing is used by Mei Yan to communicate, although it can't speak, but it can be simply communicated.

Shen Yu didn't dare to bring the trap bird with him this time, but he didn't dare to take off this waist card, otherwise he would really be killed by Mei Yan!

But this kind of magic weapon is too simple, and it doesn't even count as a mechanism product, so Shen Yu didn't know that the master suddenly asked about his whereabouts, and he didn't know that Mei Yan was looking for him.

He had no time to care about these things now, he was so focused that he seemed to have fallen into an ethereal state, and his mind was full of illusions!

The room was already full of smoke, and Qingqiong waited for him to think, puffing in the mist comfortably, and the cigarette pouch in his hand was extinguished.

"What is true and what is illusory?"

Shen Yu held a pear blossom in his hand, but he couldn't keep it—the pear blossom dissipated in his hand and condensed again, and the cycle repeated. No matter how many times he tried, he couldn't make peace with the real world.

Qingqiong watched him drill the tip of the bull's horns, and he didn't feel it.

A serious man will always be filled with a particularly seductive sense of abstinence.

She couldn't help but want to mention it, see if she could drag him out of this crazy state and into another abyss!

The thick smoke hit Shen Yu's face, and he didn't smell it, but he was interrupted from his train of thought.

He looked up blankly.

"You care too much about the line between the real and the unreal. Don't think about it so much. ”

She knocked her pipe on the corner of the table, then held the pipe in front of him and asked, "What do you think?"

“...... Smoke. ”

Mei Yan sometimes smokes this tobacco leaf, and although it tastes very choking, it is said to relax the mind. Shen Yu had never tried it, and every time the master got the smell of smoke, he was very disgusted.

"What's in the pouch? You'd think it's tobacco leaves, right? ”

She smiled inexplicably, and her voice was gentle: "The smell of smoke, choking?"

Shen Yu inhaled subconsciously, and then replied, "It's okay." "The taste of Meiyan is very strong, but Qingqiong is as beautiful as a flower, and even the tobacco leaves she likes have a faint taste.

"Do you think that's true?"

Shen Yu was dazed: "I'...... Can't tell. ”

"So, it's clearly not smoke, but you think it's smoke. ”

With Shen Yu's cleverness, it is naturally thorough.

When his phantom pear blossom arrived in Qing Qiong's hand just now, it emitted a fragrance - pear fragrance can be fake, and smoke can also be;

What can be perceived is not the same as true, and what cannot be perceived is not necessarily false...... Shen Yu sank into a dialectical dead end again, but this time, he felt dizzy.

Qingqiong held up his chin with a cigarette pouch and made him look up at himself.

"What do you think?"

To Shen Yu's surprise, this cigarette pouch was not hot at all, as if it was not burning at all. He sensed something was wrong: "This ...... What is this?"

Qingqiong covered her lips and smiled: "It's my unique secret medicine: Cnidium monnieri scattered." Do you want to know what it really tastes like?"

With a wave of her hand, the illusion dissipated, and although there was no change in front of her, Shen Yu smelled the rich sweetness and the heat of her jaw.

The temperature burned him and woke him up. The sweet smell that filled the room had already stained the air pink!

"Cnidium monnieri ......?"

Shen Yu stood up suddenly, his calf slammed the chair, and the slight pain finally gave him some ability to think.

- No, when did I sit down?

He didn't remember it at all...... Shen Yu's back was cold, and he was creepy.

This smoke is not that simple!

Its real taste is sweet and sticky, not to mention a lot of cinnamon in it, and the rich, ambergris can't hide the taste of goat weed and actinolite!

Don't ask him how he knows, Shen Yu is a pharmacist, a qualified entry pharmacist.

Although he has not really treated patients, after the oolong of Master's injury, he has studied a little whether it is the upper or lower three ways, and even women have been involved in giving birth.

Among the secret medicines, Cnidium monnieri also has it, but this flavor is already the most benign ingredient.

Under the mixture of a variety of fierce medicines, this prescription is very effective, warm, and returns to the kidney meridian, which can warm the body and warm the feelings.

Realizing what kind of medicine this was, Shen Yu knew that he had been trapped, and in a hurry, he felt even more bloody!

Qingqiong grinned and sipped his pipe, watching him struggle in vain.

"Give up, no one who comes to me, male or female, can resist the smell. ”

As she spoke, she took another deep breath, and the smoke around her became thicker.

Shen Yu was shocked in his heart, this woman can really smoke this medicine as tobacco!

In other words, Qingqiong's whole person has been soaked in medicine and has become a cup of walking warm wine.

"Do you feel it? Or rather, what...... Do you feel it?"