Yu Yao settled down slightly, pushed him away with a red face, got up to tidy up her dress, the heat left in her body gradually subsided, her hands and feet became cold again, she frowned, worried and helpless. Being a woman is really troublesome.

The two lit the fire sickle, walked around in the four circles, and found that they were in a natural cave, everywhere you can see stone pillars, stalagmites, stone mantles and stone flowers, strange peaks are numerous, the weather is thousands, no one thought that there is such a grand cave in the belly of the mountain, which is breathtaking.

Yu Yao had no intention of enjoying the scenery of the cave, she had already discovered that there were three thick stone pillars not far from the dark river, and the finished glyph was standing, suitable for meditation and cultivation, she informed Wei Seventeen, sat down in the middle, took out the Qiankun One Qi Pill, cut off one-fifth of it with her fingernails and swallowed it into her abdomen, and the rest was still taken back into the jade box.

Wei Qiqi didn't disturb her pranayama, found a secluded corner, leaned against the stone wall and closed her eyes to rest, and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the belly of the mountain, he didn't count the days, and when he woke up, he was full of energy, and Wei Qiqi stretched his muscles and bones, feeling that his body and energy were restored to the peak.

Walking to the three stone pillars and looking, Yu Yao was still meditating, her eyes were lowered, her snort was long, as if she was a clay sculpture of wood, her eyes were adapted to the dim shimmer, Wei Qiqi looked at her smooth and delicate neck, licked her lips, and quietly walked away.

He went to the dark river to drink a few sips of water, took out the Tibetan snow sword from the sword bag, and the sword flew up, using the sword as a pen to engrave words on the stone pillar, so as to hone the words "quasi" and "stable". He wrote only four sentences over and over again -- a moment is worth a thousand gold, and he never knew that he had to do it. The waiter helped up Jiao Jiao, and Jiangzhou Sima Qing's shirt was wet.

At the beginning, like a child catching a pen, the Zangxue sword twisted around and did not obey the call, the words were as big as a slap, crooked and slanted, Wei Seventeen was not discouraged, and he wrote a stone pillar all over it, so he cut off a layer and continued to practice.

Yu Yao concentrated on recuperating his injuries, and Wei Qiqi concentrated on practicing calligraphy. After about half a month, Yu Yao put away the exercises, slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and stood up with the stone pillar, the soles of his feet fluttering, like stepping on a pile of cotton.

The moon letter has passed, and the cold qi in the body has been exhausted, but the Dao fetus has shrunk and has not fully recovered. She has five elements of fire, and the sword recipe she cultivates is the heart-burning recipe of the Hook and Sickle Sect, the Kunlun Fire Burning Sword Technique, the first of the Red Lotus Recipe, cultivating the Red Lotus Karma Fire, breaking all the laws, and below the Red Lotus Recipe, the Earth Fire Recipe of the Five Elements Sect, and the Burning Heart Recipe of the Hook and Sickle Sect all have their uniqueness. The sword type condensed by the Burning Heart Recipe is the same as the Dao Fetus, and the flying sword is manipulated like an arm and finger, doing what you want, but those who take advantage of everything will suffer its disadvantages, and once the sword is destroyed, the damage suffered by the Dao Fetus is also difficult to heal.

This is the dilemma that Yu Yao is facing. The destruction of the wrong golden phoenix sickle is still second, she also has a short-handled goose sickle, which is a relic of the ancient monk, although the damage is incomplete, but the power should not be underestimated, but she has not recovered, there is no way to condense the sword, and the goose sickle is useless in hand.

Warming the Taoist fetus is not an overnight effort, the water in the belly of the mountain is abundant, and the five elements are mutually restrained, which is very unfavorable to her cultivation, and she is worried and difficult to resign.

Wei Qiqi tirelessly manipulated the flying sword lettering, and made great progress, the handwriting was like the size of a wine cup, the strokes were neat, and there was a little bit of a hint of taste, he saw Yu Yao approaching, so he took the Zangxue sword and asked, "How is it?"

Yu Yao glanced at the handwriting on the stone pillar a few times, and said flatly: "The words are very lame, the poems are not bad, and the meaning is a bit vulgar - these four sentences are not a poem, let's make it up randomly!"

Wei Qiqi smiled and asked, "Have you studied poetry?"

Yu Yao touched her heart, sighed faintly, and said: "When I was a child, I knew a few words, I liked to read poetry, at that time, plum blossoms were planted outside the window, there was moonlight or snowy days, sitting in front of the window drinking a cup of hot tea, looking through the collections of predecessors, a moment of time, just like a few years have passed." That was a long time ago, and if you don't mention it, I'll forget about it. She rarely showed the expression of a little woman, and in Wei Qiqi's impression, this kind of affection was called "petty bourgeoisie".

After a while, she said again: "Your four sentences, if you take them apart, they are very good. Do you like poetry?"

Wei Qiqi shook his head and said, "I'm a rough person, I only like to eat meat, and I don't know anything about poetry, lyrics, and music. ”

"Who taught you these four verses?"

“...... When I was a child, I went to the town to sell animal skins and bones, and met a down-and-out scholar whose luggage was stolen, and my father took pity on him and asked me to give him two steamed buns, and he taught me this. ”

"Hehe......" Yu Yao didn't believe his words, "You talk elegantly, not a rough person, those four lines of poetry are deliberately put together to disgusting people, right?"

"Are you disgusted?"

"A little. ”

Yu Yao retracted the smile at the corner of her mouth, staring at the stone pillar in a daze, she stretched out her fingers, tracing the broken handwriting one stroke at a time, and her eyes gradually filled with tears. Seven hazel mountains, small buildings, plum blossoms, moonlight, snowy nights, hot tea, poems, those memories of the past, one by one appear in front of you. She is just a sentimental girl, she has no obsession with cultivation, she just wants to spend her life in peace, she has longed for an elegant scholar, longed for poetry and painting, longed for washing her hands and making soup, and dreamed of having children, but fate pushed her to the other side, overnight, thousands of miles away, overnight, Qizhen Mountain became a Shura field. Now she worships under the Kunlun Gate, flies with the sword, travels thousands of miles a day, and is comparable to a land immortal, but she would rather not have these, let Yiqiē go back to the past and stay by the side of her parents and brothers.

She let the tears run down her face, and asked in a daze, "You said you wanted me?"

"Hmm. Wei Qiqi didn't know what she was thinking.

"You read me a poem, and if I think it's good, I'll promise you. ”