PS: There was a power outage last night, and it hasn't come until now. One chapter is missing for an update, and four chapters will be updated today to make it up.

"I'm worshipping the Black Heaven Demon God under the throne of Xuantian Dao, the Lord is dark and confused, but don't say that I won't tell you, if you peep into our Xuantian Dao Dao technique, you don't care about me. Murong Yan stood up from the bamboo bed, her eyes flashed, and the corners of her mouth showed a hint of a smile that seemed to be not a smile.

"Your mind is not evil, but you kindly reminded me. ”

Hong Yi smiled: "I'm not peeking at your Taoism, I'm just studying and studying each other, and besides, just a portrait can glimpse the jīng essence of Taoism, then I'm also a saint." I didn't ask you to tell me the scriptures. ”

"Good!"

Murong Yan nodded, "Since you are not afraid of going mad, I will draw it to you, without Taoism, a painting is also for nothing." ”

After that, she walked to the house, laid out the paper, polished the ink, Murong Yan sat down, but she was not in a hurry to draw, but folded her hands on her chest, made a Taoist technique, looked solemn, muttered scriptures, and after a long time, she picked up the brush for painting and started to write on the snow-white paper.

Hong Yi watched from the sidelines and nodded secretly.

It seems that although Yunmeng is a barbarian, she has a deep understanding of culture and education, at least from Murong Yan, a noble child. ”

Murong Yan's dress at this time was still the original white dress, with a ribbon on her head, which was obviously exotic.

However, the average prairie woman is very rough and rarely delicate. But Murong Yan, as a nobleman, is pampered, but she also has fair skin, crescent eyebrows, melon seed face, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and she has the taste of a beautiful lady, but she has a sense of heroism, and she is not the same as the weak appearance of the big lady.

In Hong Yi's feelings, Murong Yan is somewhat similar to Hong Xuejiao, but she has a more mysterious and elegant temperament than Hong Xuejiao, which is brought about by cultivating Taoism.

However, Hong Yi didn't care much about these things, his eyes were just staring at the direction of the brush under the tip of the pen.

After a few hundred strokes, on the snow-white paper, a burly statue with six arms and three heads was gradually outlined, and the three heads of this idol were divided into yīn smile, smirk, and cruel smile, and six hands, each pinching gesture, or five fingers twisted, or fingernails like hooks......... Extremely daring and seductive.

And a few thick strokes of ink behind him added a kind of dark background to this demon god. It is as if this demon god has stepped out of the boundless darkness and stepped into the world of light, and then wants to transform the world of light into boundless darkness.

"Good drawing skills. "Rao is Hong Yi's appreciation of portraits, he has seen the Mida Sutra, the plum blossoms in the Langhuan Book House and other masterpieces, his eyes are above the top, and he can't help but admire Murong Yan's painting skills.

"It's over. Murong Yan stopped his brush, looked at the demon god on the snow paper, didn't seem to be satisfied, and shook his head: "I don't paint well, the black sky demon god of our Black Demon Hall is the real expression of jīng essence, you will never understand, that is the real seduction of the soul, the courage of people, ordinary people at first glance, many of them are broken, the soul will always fall into darkness, and they can't be sober." ”

"This portrait is enough to express your cultivation level. Hong Yi nodded: "If your cultivation is high, the charm drawn should be more accurate." ”

He naturally knew in his heart that this portrait could be regarded as a secret book for cultivation, but it could only be regarded as a crude secret book, it did not fully express the charm of the Black Heaven Demon God, and it was incomplete and not authentic, even if it could be used for visualization, after cultivating jīng deep, it would go mad.

However, Hong Yi was not ready to cultivate, but to make a reference for speculation.

"You can go. Hong Yi didn't answer Murong Yan's question, but waved his hand, "I can exchange those talismans of yours, the golden pill in the box, and the golden ticket for you, but your flying sword has to be accompanied by Xiao Mu, and I can't return it to you." ”

"Why aren't you leaving?"

Seeing Murong Yan looking at him with strange eyes, Hong Yi frowned.

"Do you really let me go? and exchange the gold pill and talisman on my body for me? Are you not afraid that after I go out, I will recover from my injuries and come back to attack you? I will even join forces to kill you? snatch your blood pattern steel needle? and then take Xiao Mu away. Murong Yan touched her eyebrows with her fingers, while staring at Hong Yi's expression.

"Of course I have scruples, but I don't want to kill you. I will do what I say, I am not a capricious villain, and since I have made an agreement, of course I will not go back. Do you think that I let you go is fake? Do you think that I understand that letting you go, in fact, I secretly want to kill you?" Hong Yi shook his head with a smile: "You really live the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. ”

"Since you have kept the agreement, you can rest assured that my dignified daughter of the Marquis of Yunmeng will not do such a despicable thing. But the transaction I said, you think about it carefully, I have five talismans, five gold pills, and a hundred taels of gold tickets, I took away three talismans, three gold pills for self-defense, and other things, all of which are placed here as a deposit for you, when do you think about it clearly, go to Jubaozhai in Yujing City to find a shopkeeper named Fengtie, he is my informant. If you really don't sell it after thinking about it, you can also go to Jubao Zhai and return it to me after three days. ”

With that, Murong Yan snapped her fingers, took her things, and walked out of the courtyard.

After seeing Murong Yan leave, Hong Yi breathed a sigh of relief as if he had sent away a plague god, this woman is here, but she is a little troublesome, not only do she have to worry about her sneak attack all the time, but she can't kill her, and it's not good to send her to prison. Now that she's gone on her own, it's the best thing to do.

Looking at the portrait of the Black Sky Demon God on the table, Hong Yi remembered the Yaksha King and the Rakshasa King visualized in the Mida Sutra, and figured out the difference between those demon gods and the Black Sky Demon God.

Subsequently, Hong Yi brought the "deposit" left by Murong Yan, and in a box, there were two runes full of fire yao flavor, and the top was the same as the Flame Explosion God Rune Sword, which were all flame-shaped runes.

And the two "golden pills" are shiny and unusually heavy, with gold and silver sè on the surface, and a black sè texture.

Hong Yi knew that this was a rare "transformation golden pill" in Taoism, after the divine soul cultivated to the extent of manifestation, he used the fire charm to dissolve this pill, rising the lead and mercury gas, attached to it with the divine soul, and immediately manifested its own body, which was infinitely powerful and invulnerable.

This kind of golden pill, the fire talisman Hong Yi has only seen in the records in the Taoist scriptures, and knows that it takes a lot of effort for Taoist priests to refine. To refine one, it costs a lot of charcoal, cinnabar, mercury, lead, gold powder, and jade shavings.

Moreover, the refining pills of each sect are attached to the divine soul, and the power is also different.

"If she wants to buy my blood pattern steel, why does she use the rune paper and Jin Dan as a deposit? Could it be that she still wants to exchange the Jin Dan for me?"

Hong Yi smiled and put the Jindan rune paper aside.

For the next ten days and half a month, Rìzi had a very leisurely life, and after Murong Yan left, he didn't come to disturb again, as if he disappeared out of thin air, and Mrs. Zhao didn't make any moves.

Hong Yi did not relax at all, he honed his martial arts during the day and exercised his soul at night. The martial arts of one body, under the combination of practicing the Bull Demon Powerful Fist and the Heavenly Entanglement, have advanced by leaps and bounds and entered the realm of samurai.

And his divine soul is also becoming more and more condensed, and his strength is getting bigger and bigger, especially when he drives the blood pattern steel needle, he is even more superb.

On this morning, Hong Yi got up early in the morning and practiced as usual, when suddenly the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside, and then stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

A few brightly dressed servants entered, holding gilded invitations.

"Which one is Hong Yihong's son?" As soon as these slaves arrived at the door, they saw Shen Tianyang cleaning the yard at the door, and then asked clearly, sent the gilded invitation, rode on the horse, and walked away.

"Prince Jade's invitation?"

Hong Yi took it, and when he looked at the text on it, he was stunned, and then, he saw the small words under the invitation, but it was temporarily added by the group with a brush and a small Kai, "Brother Hong, you must come to Prince Yu's church today, don't forget to chase the electricity." "It's Xiao Hao.

Hong Yi knew that this Xiao Hao was the name of the little marquis of Changle.

"Prince Yu is the fourth son of the emperor and the most important rival of the prince, to go or not? ”