Su Ji stayed awake all night, his two eyeballs were mottled with bloodshots, and his head was full of thoughts about Moshu's trembling wooden fist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although he doesn't know the result now, with the failed experience of Bigu cultivation in the Qingling Temple, he can also guess eight or nine.

After a whole night of tossing and turning, he realized that he cared so much about the outcome.

He had always felt that mortals had the pleasures of mortals, and that there was no need to force immortality. The monks had always been the object of his contempt, but now he began to suspect that deep down he might just be jealous of their talents......

In this way, he kept thinking of the dawn, and he was so tired that he finally fell asleep.

However, before he could sleep an hour, he was awakened by a noise, and he pushed open the window, and saw that the sun was red in the sky, and it seemed that it was time for lunch.

Outside the window, the Taoist priests in Tsing Yi poured towards an attic, and the dense flow of people was like a tide.

The people who cultivate in the valley will not go to lunch, so why are these people in such a hurry?

In the midst of the dense flow of people, stood the figure of an old woman. She was like a lonely reef, splitting the flow of people in two, and the scene was spectacular.

Su Ji fixed his eyes and saw that the old woman's body was a human, but her face was a cat, and her strange appearance was creepy, no wonder so many people stayed away. Su Ji was no stranger to the cat-faced old woman, and remembered that she had come to the Spiral Spirit Pavilion a few days ago to give gifts. At that time, she was holding a human-faced cat in her arms, but today, for some reason, she came alone.

What is she doing here?

With great curiosity, Su Ji sorted out and prepared to go down to see what was going on, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Mo Shu coming over. In his hand he held a piece of animal bone with a festive red ribbon wrapped around it. Before Su Ji could ask, Mo Shu spoke first:

Jiang Ying sent an envoy to send an invitation, saying that Shen Hou still had a glimmer of life, and specially invited 25 sect veterans to bring their families to the Chongyang feast on the ninth day of the next month. ”

Su Ji took the letter, looked at it, and said, "Clearly said that he wanted to pray for Shen Hou, but secretly he must have made a decision to intercept the sect master." ”

"The pavilion master and the old man see the same thing. What should come will always come. The Lord of the Spiral Spirit Pavilion is also among the elders of the Sect Interception, and your family members will also be present at that time. ”

"Family?"

Su Ji thought of Mu Lingyu and couldn't help but let out a wry smile of disapproval.

He turned his head to look out the window, only to see the cat-faced old woman twist her neck, as if to make a "meow" sound, as if to say something. Across from her, it seemed as if someone was greeting her. Sunlight filtered through the somewhat transparent body, revealing a faint figure.

Su Ji fixed his eyes and saw that it was Bai Gonggong.

“...... Bai Gonggong's body seems to be different from ordinary people. Su Ji groaned.

Mursh explained, "That's a unique trait of a man with a body of impotence during the valley period. Although Bai Gonggong's cultivation is not as good as the four priests of the Xuanqing Second Realm, if he really makes a move, he is afraid that he will have to divide it equally. ”

Outside the window, the white father-in-law bowed his body, watching the cat-faced old woman leave, and his gestures were very humble, and he couldn't see the arrogance of a monk at all, which made people feel unfathomable. Su Ji thought about it, Mu Lingyu is a pure yin body, so can her Xuanqing Second Realm also be on an equal footing with the masters of the Xuanqing Third Realm?

He asked Mo Shu, "If a pure yin woman from the Xuanqing Second Realm fights with Your Excellency, how will Mr. Mo parry?"

Mo Shu was silent for a while, and then said, "In front of people with pure yin physique, the power of the exercises belonging to yin will be reduced, and only the body of impotence and yang can match it. ”

Su Ji asked tentatively: "The body of impotence yang is also known as the body of pure yin among men, but according to legend, men with pure yin body are far more precious and rare than women. ”

Mo Shuluo smiled meaningfully: "The old man is not talented, it is the pure yin body among men. ”

Su Ji suddenly realized, and almost couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that Mo Shu and Bai Gonggong are both impotent and yang bodies. Men in this system are generally children and will never have offspring. No wonder Moshu puts such a beautiful wife for others to enjoy, and he wants to cuckold, which is sad and ridiculous. He secretly snickered in his heart, but asked lightly:

"If Mr. Mo is not a body of impotence, but a physique that can't even be refined by Xuan Qingqi, is there still a way to parry?"

Mo Shu heard the meaning of his words and replied: "Regarding the question of the pavilion master, the old man really can't think of a good way, so he can only point out two paths. The first way is to take the pill containing Xuanqing pure yang energy, and then learn some exercises. If it goes well, there may be a chance of winning. ”

"One floor?" Su Ji sighed: "Isn't that a life of nine deaths?

"Three thousand, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine are all fixed numbers, and only a glimmer of life escapes. It is this ray of vitality that I have intercepted from the Interception Method. The second path is ten times more dangerous than the first one, but the odds of winning will be tenfold!"

"Ten percent?" Su Ji suddenly straightened up and asked excitedly, "What kind of exercise is that?"

"This technique is called the Blue Spirit Nightmare Technique. The Pavilion Master may not have heard of this name, but he must have seen it. Pavilion Master think about it carefully, when he was in Qingling Temple before, did he have some particularly real dreams?"

Su Ji thought for a moment and muttered: "I once dreamed of a duel between two masters, and a giant python, and woke up to find that it was a dream, but ......"

Mursh interrupted him abruptly and said, "...... But it wasn't a dream, it was something that happened!"

Su Ji suddenly said, "Could it be that at that time, I was cast the Blue Spirit Nightmare Technique?"

"It's not just you, I'm afraid that the whole city will be tricked that day. I had the same experience as you, and it wasn't until later that I practiced the Nightmare Technique myself that I realized the mystery. At the beginning of the cultivation of Nightmare, you can transform into a dream and turn the void and reality upside down, and in the middle stage, you can kill people and become invisible in your dreams. As for the later ......" Mo Shu pondered for a while and said, "Because the risk is too great, the old man has not yet reached it. ”

"How risky is it to cultivate the Nightmare Technique, will you die?"

"Death is not ......"

Su Ji breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Murshu continue:

“...... But it's going to be scarier than death!"

Mo Shu said, and Su Ji immediately sucked that breath back!

Murshu slowly lifted his sleeve and held out a hand. It was a deformed palm that bent strangely downward, covered with silver-white fur, more like a silver-white fox claw than a hand.

As the saying goes, a wise man should do what he can. The nightmare is to borrow power, but water can carry a boat and overturn a boat, and if you are not careful, you will set yourself on fire, be counterattacked, and become a state of non-human and non-beast. The pavilion master must have seen the cat-faced old woman just now. The old cicada has also practiced the same exercises, and is currently only hovering in the early stage of the Nightmare Technique, but the backlash is even more serious than mine!"

Su Ji's eyes appeared in front of him, the old cicada's orange peel-like cat face, and the shriveled cat body, couldn't help but get goosebumps. He thought to himself that if he became that ghost, it would be ten times more painful than death. But he didn't want to just give up, the odds of winning on the tenth floor were too tempting, but the huge price was prohibitive.

Su Ji's face began to be cloudy, and hesitation and contradictions continued to entangle him,

"The Pavilion Master should think carefully before making a decision. ”

Murshu said, pulling his arm back into his sleeve.

Su Ji looked at his back as he slowly got up and left, and his ears suddenly echoed with the ridicule of the rebel canal, and the cold eyes of Mu Lingyu when he blocked the dagger with his sword appeared in front of him, as well as the frightened expression of the flower like a wolf.

He knew that he couldn't follow the rules of practice, and only by taking the sword off the rails could he seek a glimmer of hope. Between this piece of heaven and earth, only the strong who continue to forge ahead can be respected by people. When encountering the strong, the weak has no strength to fight back, so they can only flee with their tails between their legs like dogs.

Even if you escape this time, what about next time?

Can you only run away in this life?

Is this life only waiting for others to save?

Su Ji buried his head in looking at the ground, a painful spasm appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a low voice came out of his throat, saying:

"Don't think about it!"

Mo Shu turned around suddenly, only to hear Su Ji grit the roots of his teeth and squeak, and said word by word:

"I decided to go the second way!"

A burst of laughter echoed through the bronze mask, and Murshu exclaimed:

"Husband, dare to break and dare to stand! You are very similar to our sectarians. However, more important than courage is chance. Most people are kept out of the door by this first threshold. ”

“...... Serendipity?" Su Ji muttered.

As soon as he finished saying these two words, he suddenly felt that his head slowly became heavy, a trace of sleepiness inexplicably welled up in his eyes, and his upper and lower eyelids fought uncontrollably.

Mo Shu took in all of this and smiled faintly:

"Presumably, the pavilion master didn't sleep well last night, and it happens that in the next few days, he can sleep well!"

Su Ji couldn't help but shake his head when he heard the implication of these words, trying to sober himself up.

However, when he looked up, Mursh was gone, and the walls around him crackled and shattered, and the scenery outside the house shattered and fell off like broken porcelain, replaced by a different scene.

He looked at the new thing in front of him and suddenly realized that he was already in a dream.