Listening to Ye Zhiqiu's words, Zhu Chengbi was a little dazed.

It is often said in the book that when a certain person who has attained the Tao fights with his younger generations, because of his own identity, he will forcibly control his cultivation at a lower level, so as not to win without force.

For example, the cannon fodder in the Yuan Infant Period will proudly say to the protagonist of the Jindan Period, "Today, I only use the skills of the Jindan Period to live a few tricks with your junior, so as to teach you that the sky is high and the earth is thick." Then it was naturally the face-slapping and flipping plot that everyone liked to see, and the great harmony of pretending to be forced was achieved in the snapping sound.

However, in fact, this practice of self-degrading to the realm of cultivation is the same as meeting a beautiful woman in a private visit to Weifu, which has always been only a legend and not a true thing.

Every time a great state is reached, the essence of the monk's life changes dramatically, and this change is almost irreversible. It's like everyone is growing up from a toddler, but a bearded man can not become a child.

Now in Zhu Chengbi's eyes, Ye Zhiqiu is almost a dead pervert who wants to disguise himself as a young child.

But even if Ye Zhiqiu is really a dead pervert, he must be a dead pervert with unfathomable ability and does what he says.

The osmanthus realm is not enough to peep and perceive his cultivation, but Zhu Chengbi watched as the spiritual power and momentum on his body gradually fell to the golden pill stage in the time of a cup of tea.

It took more time from the Jindan period to the foundation building period, but it was only a little more than two quarters of an hour.

Ye Zhiqiu's appearance didn't look easy, and he even took two pills to replenish his spiritual power.

He was not very satisfied with the effect of his shocking reverse luck exercises, and explained to the second daughter: "The first time I tried this, it was really more difficult than expected. Now it seems that it can only be controlled in the foundation building period of the Great Perfection, and if it continues to be suppressed, the spiritual power will be unstable, and the consumption will be too large and not cost-effective. ”

Not to mention the surprise in Zhu Chengbi's heart, here Osmanthus knew that Ye Zhiqiu had really lowered his cultivation to the foundation building period, and he was also shocked. She got a lot of exercise inheritance and knowledge from the memory fragments in her brain, although she didn't understand how Ye Zhiqiu did it, but she also understood how rebellious this understatement was.

She couldn't help asking, "Is Ye Zhenren really cultivating during the foundation building period? Then if you encounter danger, can you still return to Jindan or Yuanying at any time?"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said, "This is naturally okay, otherwise wouldn't we become in danger?"

He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "This spell effect just covers up the fluctuations of my spiritual power, making me look like I have returned to the foundation building stage, in fact, the real cultivation is still maintained in the Yuan Infant stage, you don't have to worry." ”

Zhu Chengbi couldn't help but said lightly: "Jingshan Gaodi is really knowledgeable, and he even dabbles in this kind of spell. Admire, admire, admire. ”

Ye Zhiqiu just smiled and didn't say a word. In fact, the extent to which he was able to do so was related to the nature of his cultivation, and the specific situation should not have been leaked to others to know, but just now the little girl's worried eyes were intertwined with the stares of the woman in the illusion, and he suddenly couldn't bear to let her have such unnecessary worries, so he explained a few extra words. As for Zhu Chengbi's daily ridicule, it is like a breeze blowing on his face, and it will be blown over.

Whether it's a mirage or an environment, it's really just their guess. Suppressing cultivation below the foundation building period is just a way to do it, and no one knows whether it is useful or not. It's like people say that ghosts are afraid of people with enough yang energy, Ye Zhiqiu wants to take the initiative to hit ghosts, so he has to make himself look weaker, so that he can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, so that the wild ghost has no defense before he dares to come to the door again.

Now everything is ready, just waiting for the demon boy. The three of them seized the time to nourish their spirits, and after routinely guiding some questions in the practice of osmanthus flowers, they could only do nothing around the bonfire in a daze.

Although crabs and lake fish are beautiful, they will get tired of eating them for a few days. However, Zhu Chengbi had a new harvest after rushing into the bottom of the lake last night, and the lotus roots and snails under the silt were very fat, but these two lacked ingredients and were not easy to cook.

Osmanthus felt fresh and interesting, and deliberately selected some snails with beautiful patterns. Ye Zhiqiu used a spell to condense a water balloon for her to raise, and when the mud and sand were almost spitted out, Zhu Chengbi embedded them in the lotus root holes one by one and put them on the fire to roast and eat.

This combination looks very weird, and it is trivial to make, and it grinds teeth when eating, and the other two are not sensitive, only she relishes it.

By the time there were not a few snails left to roast the ground, the moon had already moved past the middle of the sky.

The demon boy appeared in the first half of the night in the first two nights, and there was no movement at all until this time, and the three of them thought in their hearts that it would probably not come.

Zhu Chengbi stretched his waist and looked impatient. Most of the emotions of this Heavenly Demon Incarnation are simulated, and they have always been much more indifferent than ordinary people. However, the daily Heijingshan is one of her few obsessions, and it has become a part of her practice, and she will never let go if she can seize the opportunity.

She was about to say a few sarcastic words, when she suddenly felt something, and sure enough, Ye Zhiqiu also quickly made a look.

Osmanthus was exquisite, even if she didn't notice anything, she knew that the two real people must have discovered something. She was a little nervous, so she had to keep touching her tail finger, feeling the faint fluctuations coming from the silk thread, and then gradually relaxed.

It turned out that Ye Zhiqiu and Zhu Chengbi were worried that there was something strange about this Yunmengze old land, and in addition to giving Osmanthus a lot of talisman magic weapons, they also used a superb ice silk to connect her with themselves. This silk is as light as nothing, but it is extremely flexible and difficult to cut, and it can transmit spiritual power. Even if Osmanthus falls into a mirage, they can always find her back.

However, Ye Zhiqiu and Zhu Chengbi's faces became more and more weird, and in the end, the two even looked at each other.

Osmanthus was itchy and didn't dare to ask questions, and when she was suffering, she suddenly found that the sky seemed to be about to dawn.

After a few moments, she realized that it was not dawn, but someone with torches and lanterns in the distance, and it seemed that there were quite a few of them, and the shouts of shouting gradually came from her ears.

It was beyond her comprehension, and she pinched the inside of her arm blankly, wondering if it was already in the mirage.

The men had apparently spotted their fires as well, and soon a few bits of fire were approaching.

The monk's hearing could easily hear a high-pitched, bright female voice ringing out there, "Oh, what's going on, how many descendants are there in the wilderness?" ”

Then there was a much lighter low old male voice, "Ahem, I don't know where these guys came from, what if they are not good people." You are a woman, beware of a loss, let the three strong and the four strong take a look. ”

The woman's unconvinced voice rang out, "There are so many of us, how can they eat me?" Besides, the three strong and the four strong are stupid, they don't look like any good people, what if they scare people?"

The style of the painting that night suddenly distorted like this, which caught the three monks off guard.

Zhu Chengbi couldn't see anything with a straight face, but Osmanthus half-opened her mouth, thinking: "Where is this play?"

Ye Zhiqiu was also puzzled, he was fully prepared, and he could see that these were real human beings, and some of them still had spiritual power fluctuations on their bodies, but they couldn't detect the slightest shadow of illusion.