I'm afraid of myself

In this way, in order to avoid the sad sight of Feng Chuixi and others, He Jinyang found an opportunity to run out and become single again.

"Actually, it's not my fault, and I don't know... Well, it's really suspected of shirking responsibility by saying this."

Sneaking twice, he complained to the black bird in the cage with its eyes closed and resting its mind: "In the end, although I did this on purpose, everyone's reaction is really unexpected."

Whether it's Zhong Litai's scrutiny hidden behind the collapse, or Feng Chuxi's heartfelt speechlessness and worry, these emotions are clearly displayed in front of his eyes, allowing He Jinyang to pick and choose and think carefully.

But Mr. Leng Bai who needs to understand the idea the most, at first glance, he is the one with the least sense of presence among the three of them, but he is slightly taller, but what cannot be ignored is the Admonishment Sect behind him.

Just like Zhongli's family would think of his identity in the Jiansheng sect when he saw Leng Baijun at first sight, for He Jinyang, it is also necessary to understand the No. [-] sect of the righteous way through the news that Leng Baijun occasionally reveals Behavior.

Although it would be a little hurtful to say these things, but tacitly conveying goodwill to each other is also a prerequisite for getting along well.

He Jinyang took it for granted to convince himself of the little guilt in his heart. To put it bluntly, if he hadn't been possessed by a golden finger, he really wouldn't be such a slick character.

From this point of view, the existence of the system really helped him a lot.

Then... "System, is there no next task?"

What about completing the system tasks as promised and reaching the pinnacle of life?

What's the matter with the total disconnection from time to time!

As if he felt that He Jinyang, who would reveal his true form when he was alone, was upset, and the system that had become more and more thin recently popped up an instruction.

[System task: Obtain the three fairy artifacts owned by Penglai Shanhai, completion rate: 0. 】

He Jinyang was silent for a moment, his expression was sore, he seemed to hate himself for being cheap, and he had nothing to do to find something for himself.

"The system..."

The system says offline.

Since the Xianjue Conference, there have been people traveling together, and when he suddenly returned to being alone, He Jinyang's mind also cooled down.There is neither Feng Chuixi's witty and kind words, nor Leng Baijun's calmness and reliability, nor even the necessary sense of vigilance that Zhonglitai brought to him.

For a while, He Jinyang inevitably felt a little at a loss about the current situation.

The sense of loneliness that he does not belong to this world, but is a person outside the world floods his whole body in an instant.

Fear, fatigue, shrinking, weakness, all kinds of heavy emotions filled my mind, and I almost had the urge to cry.

At this moment, a clear chant suddenly pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness, just like being able to pierce through the protective formation of the box at a glance at that time. He Jinyang who was awakened stared at him lying beside him blankly, and there was no movement from the beginning to the end. But the spirit bird that suddenly helped him.

Shaking my head, I don't know how to deal with the negative emotions I just had, but in short, they all disappeared.

He Jinyang said: "You did it, right?"

He questioned the spirit bird with its blood-colored pupils narrowed, although his tone was not so certain.

The whole body is pitch black, and there is no pleasing part at all. The spirit bird still has long-lasting injuries. After leaving the Zhengliu Club and returning to Zhongli's home, this bird was packaged and given to He Jinyang. The price is of course free. The person in charge of Shanhai City took the initiative to check out.

Knowing that this was a good sale from the other party, He Jinyang had no choice but to accept it.

Before he was dodged by the depressed eyes of his companions, he hadn't wanted to see the spirit bird he had photographed, but now it seems...it seems that he didn't heal well at all.

The spirit bird nodded lightly when he heard his question, and unexpected emotions flashed across the ruby ​​red pupils.

He Jinyang laughed, stretched out his hand to open the cage that trapped it, and hugged the big black bird out.

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot about you before, if it wasn't for accident, I wouldn't know that you would be placed here."

This is the backyard of the guest room where the three of them are resting. As always, many delicious exotic flowers and plants are planted. The rockery and strange rocks are piled up according to the appropriate style. Next to it is a pond with flowing water, and a few big fish with extraordinary spirituality are swaying in it. Tail.

The black bird was placed next to the strange rock, and it happened to be discovered by He Jinyang who came to relax in the backyard.

Touching the wound on the bird's back, he noticed that the black bird in his arms froze, and his eyes suddenly became fierce.

He Jinyang knew that he had hurt it, and apologized embarrassedly: "Wait, I'll heal you."

There seemed to be a flash of disdain in the eyes of the black bird, as if to say that if you can cure it, there will be a ghost.

He Jinyang: "... I feel that you despise me, is it an illusion?"

After he finished speaking, the bird turned his head spiritually, as if ignoring him.

"..."

What a ghost!

He Jinyang shook his head and took out the medicine bottle he was carrying from his sleeve. To be honest, this was the first time he found anything other than a weapon. It seemed that the contents of this bottle were also of the level of soul binding.

Unplugging the bottle, a burst of spiritual energy came out.

"It looks like a good thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the black bird looked at him with that kind of complicated eyes at some point. To be correct, the bird behaved a little strangely.

Shaking the bottle in his hand, He Jinyang said, "Want it?"

At this time, the spirit bird was tentatively pecking at the mouth of the bottle. He Jinyang felt that the hairs under his hands had exploded.

"Haha, ouch!"

Still got pecked.

He Jinyang covered his head with a sullen smile and applied a drop to the wound on its back.

The contents of the bottle flowed out from the mouth of the bottle at an extremely slow speed. He Jinyang noticed that the liquid was in a translucent and semi-solidified state. When it was poured out, there was a strange fragrance in the air, and the smell was refreshing.

"It's really good stuff."

Although I already know it is a good thing, I still want to praise this tangy fragrance again.

Then he tilted the mouth of the bottle without any distress, poured the blue liquid on the torn wound, and then gently touched it with his hands.

After a while, Spirit Bird's body slowly relaxed. Although the wound hadn't healed completely, compared to the deep red before, the slightly bright red blood color at this time indicated that the vitality here was recovering.

After careful observation, He Jinyang came to the following conclusions.

"Well, it seems to work for you."

When he smelled the fragrance, the name of this thing automatically appeared in his mind.

Aoyan Zhima.

It sounds a little unclear, even animal-like, but it is actually a type of Ganoderma lucidum.

This kind of ganoderma grows on spiritual objects, which can be spiritual plants or spiritual mines. If conditions permit, even spiritual beasts can parasitize them, but generally most of the ones that grow on spiritual beasts will be eaten by the attached animals The monk found out.

Therefore, within the known range, Aoyan Zhima is mostly found in spiritual mines. It is as small as a white mushroom, but once picked, it loses its rich spiritual energy and will turn into a blue liquid.

A hundred-year-old Zhima can kill human flesh and bones, and a thousand-year-old Zhima can help monks break through a great realm. Because of the extraordinary effect, the world of cultivating immortals has not appeared in tens of thousands of years. This is actually a spiritual creature that is now extinct.

What's more, the bottle in He Jinyang's hand is the unique Wannian Zhima, and it's a whole bottle!

The most important thing is that this Aoyan Zhima was born on the top of Yunyan in the upper three worlds of the fairy world. It absorbs the immortal energy and grows as big as a basin.

Most of this kind of rare spiritual things should be given to the immortals to eat, but the possessed Confucian scholar actually has such a bottle, and it is still bound to the soul...

He Jinyang subconsciously thought about the other party's purpose.

Huh, it's itchy.

What interrupted his thoughts was the movement from his leg. Looking along the trend, he found that although he didn't mind being carried around by him, the spirit bird with a proud expression lay its head on his lap, and it seemed that it wanted to sleep. .

He Jinyang: "Don't sleep on me, you will wake up if I leave later."

After he finished speaking, he was astonished, talking to himself for a long time was boring enough.

After poking the spirit bird's feathers, He Jinyang said, "If only you could talk." After speaking, he put it back in the cage, but the door was unlocked.

He Jinyang, who left after doing a series of actions, did not notice the anger flashing in the eyes of the spirit bird behind him.

This deity is not a trash bird who can't speak!

Xie Yanlai laughed back angrily, but the bird's mouth did not allow him to show such complicated emotions.

He is the majestic Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm, one of the top ten Demon Venerables in the Demonic Dao, who does not respect and fear him, but why does he fall into the Pingyang...

Thinking of the Heavenly Tribulation coming without warning after the Fairy Awakening Conference, he had to stay away from the Blood Heaven Realm with his old wounds and face the Kuanglei on the vast sea.

For a demon cultivator like him who can't ascend, the Heavenly Tribulation will be stronger every time. Today, his Thunder Tribulation can plow thousands of miles around into a dead zone every minute.

Dark clouds churned deep in the sky, taking away the clear sky and bringing in thunder and lightning.

Even the emperor of the Demon Realm, who had a deep cultivation base and shattered the solitary peak and natural moat with one palm, felt helpless in the face of such heavenly power.

If it wasn't for this injury...

Xie Yan came to think that she might not be so passive, at least she could survive this millennium.

Gritting his teeth, Moxiu in imperial clothes had to face a desperate situation on the desolate sea.

In the end, he was knocked unconscious by the thunder, and after waking up, he became like this bird.

Although it was a blessing that he did not die, Xie Yanlai felt that it was really surprising that his whole body's cultivation was banned, leaving only the strength of pure blood.

Then when he was arrested, sold, and bought himself, he was still such a person who surprised him. The degree of coincidence would make him sigh the destiny.

In particular, this person actually used a rare elixir to heal an ugly bird. Although he didn't feel much at first, as the medicine took effect, the power of thunder that had eroded the internal organs these days was indeed being healed. Such subtle changes are enough for Xie Yanlai to know how good it is.

Then the problem came, Xie Yanlai was worried for the first time for a Zhengdao.

Carrying treasures, generous.

With such a temper, would he really not be cheated by the righteous way and leave his bones forever?

The author has something to say: Xie Yan moved the bird's beak with a fierce look in his eyes.

Air-cooled duo: ball translation!

He Jinyang was thoughtful: Maybe he was hugging the ball?

Xie Yanlai is so angry!