Xiao Feng stayed alone in the room, sitting cross-legged, his brows furrowed, and he looked struggling. His face flickered brightly and darkly, white and gold, and three completely different strands of true qi circulated on his face, colliding with each other, and his head was painful.

Ever since Master Prajna had passed on a layer of Buddhist Sanskrit Qi to him, he felt that there was a fiery aura in his body that was rushing around and could not be fused.

The true qi of the White Wu clan, the Brahma qi of the Buddhist family, and the demonic qi of the demon spirits and bones could not be blended, which made Xiao Feng feel painful, and the meridians in his body continued to expand, and the whole body was like a needle prick, stinging incomparably.

The Buddhist Sanskrit Qi that Master Prajna taught to Xiao Feng was to suppress his mind, prevent him from being controlled by evil nature, and go mad, but he didn't expect to do bad things with good intentions, Xiao Feng woke up with great inner colic, and had to be manipulated by luck, but once luck, the three true qi collided with each other, he couldn't stop at all, and he could only reluctantly suppress it, because as long as he stopped, the true qi was very likely to get out of control, and he would definitely die violently!

Brahma Qi roamed within him, gnawing at his bones. This Buddhist Sanskrit Qi and the Demon Spirit Demon Qi restrain each other, the Brahma Qi is extremely hot, it is simply a burning heart, his teeth are bared and his teeth are exposed, obviously to the limit of patience!

Xiao Feng spit out a mouthful of blood lightly, his pupils opened, and a 10,000-character Rulai seal appeared in his scarlet eyes, and the golden light curse mark was being devoured and eroded by the black qi!

Xiao Feng's body was light and he fainted.

In the dark, I don't know how long it took, Fanqi slowly lit up the hidden corner of his sea of consciousness, and in that corner came the voice of a person.

"The qi runs through the three cokes, and the three true qi each guard one coke, filling the meridians with white qi, isolating the demonic qi from the bones, and forcing the Sanskrit qi into the dantian. Three points of Brahman Qi go to Zhoutian, three points of demon Qi enter the dantian, condense between the two qi with white qi, rotate and circulate, endless! There is yang in yin, there is yin in yang, mutual restraint and mutual growth, mutual birth and mutual elimination, back and forth like this!

Xiao Feng used a stream of white true qi to squeeze out the demonic qi and the demonic qi from the dantian, isolate the demonic qi, condense the demonic qi at the joints of various bones, and guide the demonic qi into the dantian.

He vented the Sanskrit Qi out of the dantian for three points, and absorbed the demonic qi for three points into the dantian, and suddenly the Sanskrit Qi and the demonic Qi bit and eroded each other, almost uncontrollable, and hurriedly used the white gas to drive the Demon Qi and the Fanqi Qi, and the Fanqi and the demonic Qi actually rotated and circulated by themselves, and the true qi was smooth and smooth, a little more agile than before.

Xiao Feng opened his eyes violently, found that his heart was no longer painful, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and was secretly surprised: "Who is that person in the divine consciousness? is it a demon spirit? No! It's not his voice!"

He couldn't think of why, so he didn't think about it, and just opened the door when he saw Hu Shuisheng standing at the door.

Xiao Feng's heart trembled, "Master, why are you here?"

"I can't rest assured that my mother! I have a bad premonition!" Hu Shuisheng said worriedly, his brows furrowed, because the light veil covered his face and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Xiao Feng thought for a moment and said cautiously: "I'll accompany you down the mountain to find Lord Hu Gu!"

"But my mother asked us to wait for her in Linghong Temple, and told us not to go down the mountain, the power of the Weapon Sect is widely spread in the hinterland of Xiuzhen, and it is dangerous and unpredictable! Besides, my mother also let the two holy monks Puci and Puji stare at us, how can we escape their eyes?"

Xiao Feng grabbed Hu Shuisheng's hand, pulled her into the room, and closed the door.

Hu Shuisheng felt the warmth in her hands, an indescribable taste, and her heart trembled slightly for a while, she had never felt such a subtle experience in more than ten years.

"I have my own way!" Xiao Feng laughed twice, approached Hu Shuisheng and said something.

The relationship between the two is unconsciously much closer, this Hu Shuisheng is the same as her mother Hu Lanxin, she looks cold on the outside, but in fact she is lonely and lonely inside, and she is not a hard-hearted and ruthless person!

After Xiao Feng went out, he gently closed the door and went to Yun Yao and Ziqin for help.

Just after Xiao Feng left, Hu Shuisheng looked at his room, this was the first time she entered the man's room, she had been alone for more than ten years, and her cheeks couldn't help but burn when she saw the man's back.

She walked into Xiao Feng's back couch and saw a strand of long hair on the pillow and a delicate knot tied with a red rope. This strand of green silk is his beloved object, otherwise he would not have put it next to his pillow. Qingsi sends affection, only if the lover of this life is recognized, the woman will cut her hair, which means that the woman's infatuation is sincere, and she is willing to follow and wait for her life!

There's already a man in his heart! And that woman has him in her heart!

Hu Shuisheng's heart tightened, and the feeling of pinching and pinching, beating like a heart, from joy to loss, in an instant, emotions fluctuated, cloudy and sunny, she thought she had some disease, but as a descendant of the White Wu Clan, she had the ability to cure diseases and save people, and she did not feel that there was anything abnormal in her body.

After a few teas, Xiao Feng took Ziqin and Yun Yao to the room to discuss the plan to go down the mountain together. This plan to go down the mountain is even simpler, Ziqin and Yun Yao will entangle Puci and Puji, and then Xiao Feng and Hu Shuisheng will be able to take the opportunity to slip down the mountain!

It is often heard that the forbidden formations of Linghong Temple are all over the place, and they don't have the courage to go through the side door, but when they walk through the main gate, they must be blocked by Puci and Puji, and only by entangling the two of them can they have a chance to escape.

Ziqin said worriedly: "There are many forces of the Weapon Sect on the road, and that Xiaoyaozi and Hongfu were once the elders of the Flying Immortal Sect, and their cultivation is unfathomable!"

Xiao Feng said: "Let's go back as soon as we go, we will be careful to avoid it!"

When Yun Yao saw Xiao Feng and Hu Shuisheng, she felt quite a good match and snickered a few times.

Hu Shuisheng asked, "Miss Yunyao, what are you laughing at?"

Yun Yao shook her head, "It's okay! Sister Yun Yao is the first to help you get Puci! But be careful on the road!"

Yun Yao and Ziqin took the first step and walked out, and the two crossed Vientiane Avenue, and saw Pu Ci and Pu Ji sitting cross-legged on the meditation mat from the left and the right, closing their eyes and recuperating.

Yun Yao was bold and careful, and walked over directly, and Pu Ci spoke first: "Where do you want to go?"

"I haven't been anywhere! Master Puci, I have a knot in my heart!"

"What a knot! Tell me about it!" Pu Ci said with a closing look, and Pu Ji on the side was as calm as a rock.

It seems that Puci and Puji are indeed a little difficult, they can see through the world, Ziqin and Yun Yao's thoughts they can guess a few points, but they are not so easy to fool!

Yun Yao improvised, thinking of all kinds of rhetoric, Pu Ci still sat firmly and never moved half a step. After a long time, Yun Yao smiled indifferently, with a faint light in her eyes, Puci's eyes opened slightly, "We are entrusted by Hu Lanxin's benefactor, and we must not let you go down the mountain!"

Yun Yao said: "Since there is a Puji holy monk, how can we get down the mountain? The Puci holy monk is too worried! It's just that my mind is hard to calm down, and I want the Puci holy monk to guide me!"

Pu Ci's expression moved, "Amitabha, why are you bothered? But it doesn't hurt to say it!" Pu Ci was the most compassionate, and Yun Yao's tone full of emotion touched his compassion for the heavens and people.

"The love of brother and sister! I love him as a man and a woman!" Yun Yao's voice was very low, and he exhaled for a long time.

Pu Ci stood up, "Please come with me!" How could the woman's thoughts be made public? Pu Ci naturally knew such a truth, so he avoided Pu Ji. With Puji alone, he is not worried!

Yun Yao followed Master Puci, and the two left Vientiane Avenue, and their figures disappeared at the end, and they didn't know where they went.

After Pu Ci left, Zi Qin walked over, and Pu Ji noticed Zi Qin's footsteps and said curiously: "Could it be that you are all men and women?"

Ziqin didn't understand Puji's obscure words, and asked: "Puji Holy Monk, forgive me for being stupid, please say it clearly!"

"Don't say! Don't say!" Pu Ji shook his head, "I don't know what happened to Lord Ziqin?"

Without waiting for Ziqin to speak, Pu Ji then asked, "Can the poor monk ask you a word!"

Ziqin nodded, "Holy monk, please ask!

"Do you have a bond between men and women in your heart?"

"Yes!"

Ziqin had already thought of a rhetoric before looking for Puji, although this rhetoric would hurt his own reputation, but for the sake of his brother!

"Is it your junior sister?" Pu Ji's question was actually asking for Yun Yao. When Yun Yao asked just now, Pu Ji realized Yun Yao's subtle emotional changes on the side, how could this not deceive his eyes.

"No!" Zi Qin replied.

Pu Ji sighed lightly, and couldn't help but sigh for Yun Yao, Luohua deliberately flows ruthlessly, love and hatred are the most difficult to complete, the origin and extinction are all creation, and I can't complain about others!

Ziqin gently approached Puji, and Puji suddenly opened his eyes, "Ziqin donor, do you have itching on your body?"

Seeing Ziqin's strange expression, Pu Ji leaned over from time to time, looking itchy and unbearable, which made Pu Ji's face change greatly.

Pu Ji realized something, and beat the spirit!

Ziqin stared straight at him, slowly walked in, Pu Ji gasped, and hurriedly hidden, Zi Qin chased after him, and Pu Ji's voice came from afar: "Don't look at indecent things! Don't look at indecent things! Ziqin donor, please respect yourself! Poor monks are cultivators! Dusty hearts for women, let alone men!"

After Pu Ji also left, Vientiane Avenue was empty, Xiao Feng and Hu Lanxin secretly poked their heads out of a corner, and the two of them had a light luck, and they swept over quietly and flew out of the mountain gate!

They rode in the wind, only to feel that their horizons suddenly widened a lot. Hu Shuisheng and Hu Lanxin are the same, they are both descendants of the White Witch Clan, proficient in the art of ghosts and gods, she can naturally sense her mother's location, this is a spell passed down from generation to generation by the White Witch Clan for "finding things", and finding people is far easier than finding things!

For some reason, Xiao Feng suddenly felt that Hu Shuisheng intended to keep a distance from her, and just when he got closer, Hu Shuisheng sped up a little and kept a certain distance. This Hu Shuisheng's temperament is hot and cold, sometimes cold, refusing to be thousands of miles away, sometimes close, and treating people with some care.

There was originally a wound on his hand, which was specially pounded and bandaged by Hu Shuisheng, compared to her now, Xiao Feng was extremely surprised and confused. This woman's heart is full of needles, what she said is true!

Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Hu Shuisheng replied for a long time: "It's okay, I miss my mother!"

Xiao Feng ate a bowl of closed-door soup coldly, originally wanting to care about greetings, but in exchange for a cold answer. He was very disappointed, and looked up at the veil on her face, and his mind was full of reverie: what would she be like if she didn't wear the veil?

Xiao Feng's thoughts flew and he thought about a lot of things, and slowly recalled the appearance of the little fox, and the corners of his mouth were a little sweet. But he sighed, his expression drooped, and he didn't know what was going on with the little fox now! After so long, there was no news of her at all, and perhaps there would really be no time to see each other again! If there was a moment to meet, what position would I stand on? Will I stand in the master's position? Or in the position of the little fox?