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"This is not something I did for my master," He Qianqing's smile turned a little bitter when asked by Yang Yuyao. "Xiao Yao, don't you know the effect of the barrier that trapped me? If I could affect the outside of the barrier before breaking it, would I watch you do such a thing?"

"Well, isn't it Master? Is it a certain magic weapon?" Yang Yuyao was confused. Logically speaking, there should be no such magic weapon. It’s not that there are no magic weapons in this world that can protect and repair the soul. It's just that the effect of making this kind of magic weapon today is to deal with the trauma caused by external attacks. In other words, if Yang Yuyao chooses to self-destruct, even if there is such a magic weapon, it will not be effective to prevent him from doing so.

Not even to mention being prevented from destroying one's own soul, defensive and healing magic weapons will not have the function of preventing suicide. It is not impossible to have this function, but this is the default rule of the magic weapon makers. It is said that this rule originated tens of thousands of years ago, when ghosts were rampant, and human monks were limited by their immature skills. Their spirits and souls were very fragile, and they were easily possessed, manipulated and eroded. Moreover, once they encountered In that case, there is almost no possibility of recovery.

Therefore, monks at that time often committed suicide in order to escape the sea of ​​suffering and to prevent their bodies from doing evil. If you have a magic weapon that successfully prevents suicide, you will not only suffer from pain, but it may also lead to greater disasters. Therefore, as long as there is no psychological distortion and the magic weapon maker who wants things to get worse quickly will not add such a thankless function.

Although now, as the cultivation techniques have become more and more perfect, there are even techniques specifically aimed at strengthening the soul, which greatly reduces the possibility of monks being possessed and controlled. But this tradition is still preserved. In the world of immortality, there is even a saying: "My life may not be up to me, but my death is up to me." If you can't die by yourself, you will definitely have encountered the most miserable situation. .

Yang Yuyao carefully recalled all the magic weapons and even unprocessed spiritual materials he had brought with him, and used his spiritual consciousness to probe into the space rings one by one to check. Although this was not the first time that he had resurrected from the dead, but in his soul When everything was destroyed, it can be said that the only thing about him is that he can recover even if his existence is gone. Yang Yuyao believes that this should be due to external causes rather than internal causes. After all, if his soul was so powerful, how could he die completely in his original world?

Since it was determined to be an external cause, Yang Yuyao would definitely consider that there were several external causes that could repair his soul at that time. The possibility of his master taking action was just as He Qianqing said himself. The reason why Yang Yuyao chose to trap He Qianqing in the bubble was not only to protect He Qianqing from hurting him again, but also to prevent He Qianqing from being able to stop him.

Although they did not find out when the sacred bird Suzaku appeared, Suzaku arrived definitely after Yang Yuyao came back to life. She saw He Qianqing push Yang Yuyao to the ground and forcefully kissed him before she became angry and took action. If she had arrived more Early in the morning, she decided that Yang Yuyao was the fairy she thought she was. She should appear directly in front of Yang Yuyao instead of hiding until then.

Therefore, the most likely possibility is those magical artifacts and magic weapons. Although there are such rules, who knows if the maker of any of the many magic weapons he has here is a maverick monk who doesn't like to abide by the rules?

"Master, the snowflake that Goddess Tuna gave me is missing." Yang Yuyao, who had checked all his belongings, was so surprised that he, who had been communicating with He Qianqing through sound transmission, said it directly. Immediately afterwards, Yang Yuyao felt something hot hit his back. Then Suzaku, who had been flying behind, hurriedly flew in front of Yang Yuyao and apologized to Yang Yuyao.

"It's okay, you didn't hurt me. Does Miss Zhuque know the goddess Tuna?" Yang Yuyao was a little doubtful that the immortal god had a high-level personality and status and was extremely strict with his subordinates. Otherwise, why would he be a god? Birds like Suzaku will be so panicked.

"It's not about whether the collision hurts or not. I...Suzaku, I actually did something so rude to an immortal...to the noblest and greatest master! I actually bumped into his extremely holy body... ..." Suzaku muttered with great self-blame, almost crying.

"It doesn't seem to be a problem with the immortal god's personality and behavior..." Suzaku's reaction made Yang Yuyao somewhat overturn his previous guess.

"Okay, I forgive you. Miss Zhuque, can you tell me why you reacted so violently when you heard me talk about Goddess Tuna?" Yang Yuyao stopped on the platform in the middle of the zigzag staircase and gently He asked, leaning on the handrail of the stairs.

"Goddess Tuna is the guardian of the immortal world in the mortal world," Suzaku replied after flying back and forth in front of Yang Yuyao several times as if pacing.

"She gave you her snowflakes. She must have recognized you, but Tuna's snowflakes can protect the soul, and Tuna's snowflakes will not disappear for no reason! You... Sir, have you ever experienced this? Is there any extreme danger?" Suzaku said with a trembling voice, "So after consuming that snowflake, Suzaku should have come to you earlier to protect you!"

Zhuque blamed herself extremely, but her words did explain why Yang Yuyao's soul could be saved. He Qianqing sincerely thanked the unseen goddess for saving the one he loved with her gift. He felt a little guilty at this moment when he remembered that he had made malicious assumptions about the snowflakes given by the goddess Tuna.

When Yang Yuyao and the others stopped temporarily at the landing of the stairs, through the windows here, they could see that Li Fengzhi and You Shuangjiang had set up a simple fence in front of the house and lit a bonfire to drive away wild beasts. Of course, there are also fire prevention ditches dug according to the method Yang Yuyao made before. Zhu Molan has returned from Huacheng and is leisurely brewing tea with the free magical stove.

"Dinner should be ready." Yang Yuyao judged and continued walking to the door. There shouldn't be too many branches in this forest. He could let Suzaku pick a favorite branch as her perch after dinner.

"Yu Yao, just in time, the food is ready, come and eat!" As soon as Yang Yuyao opened the door, he almost collided with Li Fengzhi who was about to knock on the door, but both of them stopped their momentum in time.

"Well, okay, what are you going to eat tonight?" Yang Yuyao asked curiously.

"Shuangjiang and I cooked rice, stewed chicken soup, and fried some pork slices!" Li Fengzhi said with some pride, all his eyes focused on Yang Yuyao. He Qianqing noticed Li Fengzhi's overly attached look, and suddenly felt that he should keep his precious disciple away from this young man.

"Awesome, you can cook more and more dishes." Yang Yuyao praised.

"Hehe, actually I basically tried it based on my imagination." Li Fengzhi scratched his head in embarrassment, and he was so happy that Yang Yuyao praised him from ear to ear. Then he saw He Qianqing standing behind Yang Yuyao, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Maybe it was because the sight of Yang Yuyao covered in blood gave him too much impact. It wasn't until he started cooking that Li Fengzhi realized belatedly that he actually mistook Yang Yuyao's master as an attempt to harm Yang Yuyao. The man even drew his sword against him. If... if... just in case Yang Yuyao is willing to accept him as his disciple, then this tall and handsome monk will become his master... Li Fengzhi suddenly felt panicked, he would not have already taken this monk Senior, are you severely offended? Would he hate himself for not letting Yu Yao accept him as his disciple?

"Well, Senior He, do you want to have dinner together?" Li Fengzhi asked nervously.

"Well, yes." He Qianqing replied.

"Please wait a moment, I will prepare another bowl and chopsticks!" Li Fengzhi said in a hurry. Of course they have extra bowls and chopsticks, and of course the merchants in this world also have some of their own promotional methods. Take chopsticks for example. Businessmen in this world usually like to sell them in sets of five pairs, which means five blessings will come to your door. Rarely will a pair be sold individually. As for dishes and dishes, we will use the promotion method that the more you buy, the cheaper it will be. Ceramic bowls and plates are prone to breakage due to accidents, so people will naturally buy more if they have extra money.

After having dinner and bathing, everyone decided to go to bed early today. Although they rested briefly at Wuhua Temple during the day, after all, it had basically been a night of fighting, and monks like Li Fengzhi and You Shuangjiang, who were still in their Qi training period, were already exhausted. Therefore, no one requires them to finish tonight's evening classes before they can rest.

After He Qianqing experienced a shower, a method of bathing that he had never tried before, he changed into his resting clothes and put on a robe and went upstairs. Zhu Molan and You Shuangjiang were the first to take a bath, so they had already returned. He couldn't come out of the room, so He Qianqing didn't have to dress neatly in the bathroom before coming out.

Every step of this zigzag staircase is extremely comfortable to walk, both in height and width. It can be said that it feels almost like walking on flat ground. It is the most comfortable to walk on among all the stairs that He Qianqing has walked. Of course, except for Yang Yu Yao's excellent design is indispensable for the exquisite craftsmanship of the casual cultivator named Xiong Zhi.

It was an extremely shrewd decision for Yang Yuyao to choose a monk carpenter from the beginning. As a monk, those who can make a living by carpentry will receive orders from various sects and monk families, and they must meet the requirements of these places. , whose technical level is naturally extremely high. When Yang Yuyao set the scope here, it can be said that he has saved a lot of energy in confirming the carpenter's technical level.

Go upstairs, turn slightly to the right, and arrive at the corridor connecting the two rooms on the second floor. It may be late at night. The lighting runes here are much dimmer than when Yang Yuyao took He Qianqing to visit, but the light is bright. Even with mortal eyesight, one can clearly see the path in the corridor.

Yang Yuyao's room is right next to the stairs. On the door of his room, a pine tree branch was added and fixed at a slight angle to the ceiling and the door frame. Several sections were retained on the branch and only the thinnest tip was cut off. The branches, nailed here like this, and the slightly twisted shape of the main branches, look like an ornament.

The Suzaku, maintaining its birdlike posture, was already standing on the branch, its vermilion feathers glowing softly orange-red in the darkened corridor. When He Qianqing just went upstairs, Suzaku buried her head under its wings. But when He Qianqing approached Yang Yuyao's room door, the scarlet bird immediately raised its head and stared intently with a pair of red eyes. Watching him like a biological monitor.

He Qianqing ignored Suzaku's gaze, pushed open the unlocked door of Yang Yuyao's room, and walked in. Then he closed the door and locked it.

As soon as He Qianqing entered the door, his eyes fell on Yang Yuyao, who was sitting by the bed, holding a notebook and recording something. His precious disciple was getting more and more beautiful, but the clothes he wore to bed tonight made He Qianqing stand out. Startled.

Yang Yuyao was wearing the T-shirt with a picture of a tiger printed on it to demonstrate the use of the printer pen to He Qianqing, and a pair of shorts that were only half the length of his thighs. Such short pants were also because of Yang Yu Yao was sitting and wrinkled up, almost exposing Yang Yuyao's slender and beautiful legs. And maybe because it was obscured by the hem of the T-shirt, He Qianqing didn't even see the belt of these pants.

"Xiao Yao looks several years younger when he is dressed like this..." He Qianqing thought to himself. He was not sure if it was because the T-shirt and shorts were very loose, which made Yang Yuyao's figure look ugly. He looks much smaller, which makes Yang Yuyao's age look smaller.

"Well, Master, have you washed up? How do you feel about trying to take a shower?" Yang Yuyao, who noticed that He Qianqing was also in the room, closed his notebook, turned his head and looked at He Qianqing and asked.

"Very good." He Qianqing replied, then walked towards Yang Yuyao, stretched out his hands to support the mattress and leaned down, shrouding Yang Yuyao in the shadow cast by his body, and carefully stared at the beautiful figure reflected in his pupils. juvenile. "Xiaoyao, have you never done this in front of others?" He Qianqing asked, and Yang Yuyao shook his head in surprise.

"What about Li Fengzhi? Not there either?" Seeing Yang Yuyao nodding, He Qianqing straightened up and sat down next to Yang Yuyao.

"Xiaoyao, your pants don't have a belt?" Yang Yuyao just leaned back and moved up the hem of his T-shirt to expose his belly in order to distance himself from He Qianqing who suddenly leaned down. However, even so, He Qianqing still didn't See the belt on Yang Yuyao's shorts.

"Master, are you talking about these pants? When I asked a tailor to make them, I asked him to sew them in with ice-penetrating vines instead of the drawstring waistband. However, since the tailor didn't think he was good at doing it, I just made them. The lower back part." Yang Yuyao lifted up the hem of his T-shirt, turned around and showed it to He Qianqing.

However, He Qianqing's eyes lingered on the young man's thin waist and beautiful waist for a while, and then he moved his eyes to the waistband of the trousers that Yang Yuyao really wanted to show him. The fabric at that location was relatively thick, and something was clearly wrapped inside.

In order to show the effect of the elastic vines added to the back waist of his pants, Yang Yuyao freed up a hand to grab the waistband of his pants and pulled to show its elasticity. However, He Qianqing could not help but follow Yang Yuyao with his gaze. He penetrated the space that was pulled out and followed the depression of the spine on Yang Yuyao's back all the way down.

It wasn't until Yang Yuyao heard the sound of swallowing that he realized that there was something wrong with his approach. He quickly stopped and let his pants return to their original shape.

"That is to say, as long as you unzip the waistband of these pants, you can easily put them on and take them off without them falling off?" He Qianqing asked, his voice hoarse after forcibly suppressing the restlessness of his body.

"Yes, that's it." Yang Yuyao nodded and affirmed.