Is this a great refinement of the living?

"Bang", the lid was slammed shut by the Tsing Yi Taoist.

The next moment, the Taoist in Tsing Yi pinched the trick with both hands, and there were words in his mouth, pointing at Qi Ding: "Fire Control Array, rise." ”

"Boom", a dark red flame, rose out of thin air, under the ding, burning.

After doing this, the Taoist in Tsing Yi exhaled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, this series of actions seemed simple, but it was not easy.

At the same time, the air in Dingzhong was suffocated, and the temperature was rushing upward.

Qin blood is in the ding, if it is scorched, where can he still be unconscious? Where can he still dare to be unconscious? Immediately jumped up and down, ghosts crying and howling.

The Daoist in Tsing Yi didn't care about it, just a vigorous manipulation of the magic circle, adjusting the temperature in the middle of the ding, neither hurting Qin Xue's life, nor making him feel better, and always kept it in a state of limit.

The fire control array, worthy of its name, can be strong and weak, can be large and small, change as you like, and control the flames.

Gradually, Qin was sweating profusely, he had just been beaten severely, and he was smeared with plaster and steamed in the ding, which was really miserable. The whole body, even red and purple, sticky sweat kept pouring out from under the skin, and it was steamed dry in a blink of an eye.

Qin blood was in the ding, pedaling with his feet, patting with his hands, trying to break out of the ding, but the wall of the ding, hot, ten fingers connected to the heart, he screamed when it was hot.

The sound of mourning music is not like a human voice, and I cry when I hear it, and I am filled with grief and indignation.

As time passed, Qin Blood's cry became weaker and weaker, weaker and weaker, until he was hoarse and no longer what it used to be.

"Well, it's almost, if you steam it again, it's too late", the old man in Tsing Yi withdrew the fire control array, took out Qin Xue, and looked at his masterpiece, he finally nodded with satisfaction.

In front of me, I can't use the word human to describe it, black as charcoal, unrecognizable, even if I call him, I can't see my true face. Countless black impurities, dirty and smelly, layer by layer, covered the surface of the body.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi pinched his nose, poured a bowl of soup that had been prepared a long time ago into Qin Xue's mouth, and then carried Qin Xue to the pond in the backyard and cleaned it.

Qin Xue's eyes were closed the whole time, not because he didn't want to, but because he really didn't have any strength.

As if seeing Qin Xue's weakness, the Taoist in Tsing Yi gave up the idea of continuing to toss and threw Qin Xue on a bed lying on his side.

There was a small magic circle there, which had the effect of strengthening the foundation of Peiyuan, and the Taoist in Tsing Yi activated this magic circle, locked the door, and went straight out of the bedroom.

At this time, Qin Xue didn't understand it in his heart, but his sea of knowledge was blank, and he only remembered that the face of the Taoist in Tsing Yi was vicious, which made him overwhelmed, just like a baby who made a mistake, how could he figure out the joints.

Gradually, he felt a force, as if a hundred little hands were massaging at the same time, making him very comfortable, as if returning to his mother's arms, so he curled up in a ball and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, the Tsing Yi Dao people rushed into the side bed.

Without saying a word, grabbing Qin Xue's arm, it was a check: "The effect of the medicine is good, better than expected! Impurities, remove a lot, the remaining impurities, mainly lurking in the bone marrow, a little troublesome...... Well, the power of blood, it still needs to be strengthened. ”

"Judging from the results, my assumption is correct, as long as I continue to use medicinal power to replenish, cut bones and wash the marrow, supplemented by certain forging moves, temper thousands of times, and focus on improving blood quality. Ten years later, he must be strong in flesh and strong in blood, no less than a fierce beast. ”

"Another point, you can't let the little guy practice any exercises, otherwise, the medicinal power will be transformed into cultivation by the exercises, and you won't be able to increase the blood power...... Well, it's also simple, just don't let him come into contact with outsiders!"

The eyes of the Taoist in Tsing Yi flickered, and in an instant, everything was sorted out clearly.

"I can't speak, it's a lot of worry, but if I want him to understand my intentions, it's also a trouble to communicate! It seems that it is still necessary for him to learn to speak, even if his wings are stiff, so what, forgive him and can't escape from the palm of my hand!"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi called Qin Xue up and taught him the common language of the Black Iron Continent, the first word, which was grandpa.

"Call grandpa, call grandpa!" the Taoist in Tsing Yi teased.

"Master...... Master!" Qin Xue held back so much strength that he couldn't speak clearly, and he burst out two words.

"Good grandson", Tsing Yi Daoren's face smiled, a strange feeling grew in his heart, he no longer remembered, the last time he had a heart, was when it was.

For cultivators, sometimes the feelings are too rich, which is not necessarily a good thing, you know, licking blood from the knife edge, dying in the world, the more entanglements, the more weaknesses, and the faster you die.

"Bah, it's just a child, even if you give it another ten years, what can you do", the Taoist in Tsing Yi had a bad premonition, but he took the initiative to ignore it, he didn't think that a person who had transformed into a mortal realm could do anything to him.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi began to teach Qin Xue to speak over and over again. Qin Xue is also very smart, his big black eyes flickered, and he learned it after three or two times.

This is not unusual at all, it is like a machine, you format it, but the hardware is still there, change the operating system, and the speed is still good.

This made the people of Tsing Yi very happy, and the excitement was indescribable. Gradually, the people of Tsing Yi enjoyed this kind of family fun and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Patriarch", the Taoist in Tsing Yi read.

"Clan...... long", Qin Xue studied hard.

"Clansmen", the Taoist in Tsing Yi recited again.

"Clan", Qin Xue rolled his eyes and was stuck.

"Clansmen", Tsing Yi Taoist people are very patient and tireless.

"Clan...... People", Qin Xue read obediently.

Unconsciously, the psychology of the Taoist in Tsing Yi has undergone a subtle change, and even he himself has not noticed it, and he has a little bit of pleasing to the eye for this child.

Suddenly, a whimsical idea took root in the hearts of the Taoist people in Tsing Yi: "Perhaps, ten years later, he doesn't have to die, I can completely train him to be a blood slave loyal to my clan! As long as he becomes a member of the Qing Hades Clan, his heart is towards the Qing Hades Clan, and when he finishes taking blood, he can be completely hung with medicine." In this way, our clan will have the capital to infinitely activate the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Demon Subduing Array, and who can resist it!"

The eyes of the Taoist in Tsing Yi lit up, and they couldn't help but ponder.

"Haha", in the thatched hall, the laughter of the Taoist in Tsing Yi sounded, this laughter, the old man was very relieved.

"Ha, ha", Qin Xue's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he also smiled.

The grandfather and grandson are hostile.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi laughed, stopped talking, and went out of the bedroom to prepare a big medicine to nourish Qin Xue.

In the kitchen, a big bird is in a pot, simmering over low heat. The Taoist in Tsing Yi opened the pot and tasted it, almost seven or eight minutes cooked.

"This flamingo, but a species only available in Chen Yao Lake, has tender flesh and full of spirit, which is enough to be worth a month's ration for a clansman, if there is no support from the patriarch, with my little savings, it will last for three years at most, and it will be unsustainable!"

"But compared to the harvest, this little effort is not worth mentioning!"

It didn't take long for the Taoist in Tsing Yi to take out a large bowl and pour the flamingos in the pot into it, filling the bowl. The golden soup, floating on the top layer, is shiny and shiny, which is simply mouth-watering, and it is not false to say that the essence is in the soup.

Speaking of which, I have to mention a custom of the Qing Hades tribe. Because life is too hard, the entire Qing Hades only has two meals a day, breakfast and dinner. There is no doubt that this bowl of flamingos is Qin Blood's breakfast.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi brought the flamingo to Qin Xue: "Eat it for me while it's hot!"

Although Qin Xue didn't understand what the Tsing Yi Dao was talking about, he was hungry, and the toss yesterday had tired him down, and he needed a lot of supplements.

"Woo", Qin Xuexue showed two rows of snow-white teeth and gobbled it up.

In the eyes of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, the happier Qin Xue ate, the happier he became: "Very good, eat more, eat more!"

Soon, a flamingo entered Qin Blood's belly. Qin Xue wiped his mouth after eating, "Grandpa", he stretched out his voice and pounced on the Taoist in Tsing Yi.

The greasy hands grabbed the clothes of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, and the Taoist in Tsing Yi was not angry but happy. This is the behavior that a child should have, if Qin Xue's reaction is flat, or there is a slight hesitation, he will be suspicious.