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residence.Its house is gorgeous and bright, supported by five-color brilliance that seems real and unreal. In front of the sleeping hall, there grows a large piece of bright red blood-like red lotus, which is so beautiful. The big flowers in full bloom are more red than clouds. It is dangerous and alluring against that bedroom.

Hua Song felt his heart beating faster for no reason, he hurriedly looked away, and what he saw was another scene, like spiritual energy entering the body, refreshing the whole person.

——That is the residence of Fairy Yanyun, "By Lianshui".

The unique and exotic bamboo building, a stream of clear water flows out from nowhere, meets the low slope, and drips on the round stone wall. The green lawn in front of the bamboo building is dazzling, or there are snow-white or bright red camellias It blooms, and from time to time a naive rabbit emerges from under the tree.

Just looking at it with your eyes can feel the oncoming comfort.

——It’s simply unscientific.

Of course, this is not a scientific world.

Looking from top to bottom, the line of sight is covered by several buildings, and others cannot be seen.Hua Song couldn't help thinking: "How on earth is this built? Judging from the outside, the space occupied by the Happy Building is not that big at all. Besides, these buildings are all built out of thin air."

His curiosity was not answered, and it became more and more serious.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his skull, and his body could not help but stagger.After packing up the tableware and coming out, the two maids standing silently behind Hua Song were startled and quickly supported him.

Worried: "Are you okay?"

Hua Song was stunned by the information in his head. Hearing this, he quickly waved his hands, and then said, "Maybe I slipped somewhere today, just help me to bed and rest for a while."

The two maids obviously saw too much about the sudden problem in the furnace, so they didn't have any doubts about what Hua Song said, and immediately helped him back to the bedroom after hearing what he said.

Hua Song waited for the two maids to go out, closed his eyes, and penetrated into the spirit treasure.

In the center of Lingbao, a sky-reaching stone pillar stands awe-inspiring. The once dusty surface has faded away, the brilliance of the stone wall is hidden, and there are mysterious lines engraved on it.

At this moment, several strings of numbers rolled in those eyes.

Hua Song was dumbfounded by that eye, and after a while, he memorized all the words that appeared in the eyes.

Then, he was kicked out of the void.

Hua Song lay on the bed in a daze for a moment, but instead of being depressed, he became excited—he finally knew what the Lingbao was useful for.

He closed his eyes and was silently happy for a while.

"Stone Pillar of Optimus", adhering to the mysteries of heaven and earth, inheriting the rules of heaven and earth.Just two sentences, you can realize its preciousness.

The whole world is seen by it. Knowing everything is an exaggeration, but its ability is shocking.

"Happy Building: High-level defensive spirit weapon.

Function: It can carry ten Nascent Souls to attack three times together in the late stage.

Attribute: Spatial attribute.

Main forging materials: iron heart wood, ten thousand year ancient pine, space-time spar, jack stone, amethyst spar.

Crafts of Artifact Refining: Great Creation's Allocation Method (Residual Jue), Great Creation's Fire Control Technique (Residual Jue)...

other:……"

It may be because the spirit treasure has been destroyed vigorously, not only the spirit ability is weak, but also the spirit treasure is unable to show its own ability, but it just feels the strong will of the owner, and it is overwhelmed to take a look with the "eyes". The information is not complete.

Hua Song thought over the information in his head over and over again.He thought of the wonderful architectural form and function of the Happy Building, and his heart arose with great interest.

At night, red lanterns were hung high in the Joy Building, dyeing the entire water red, and flower boats rowed out of the Joy Building, and suddenly the center of the lake was filled with soft words and soft voices, and low and seductive singing sounded.

And the "Baiyunjian" which had been quiet for a whole day finally resumed its bustle. There were sounds of people walking in the corridor, and there were a few chuckles.

Being idle and bored, Hua Song didn't want to practice, so he laid out his carving tools to pass the time easily.

The two purple heart maids were obviously amazed by his skills, they stood beside him and kept asking, "How did you learn it?"

"Self-study from books."

"But I've never seen anyone with such a skill."

"That's your ignorance."

"Master, you are really amazing."

"What is this, magic eared rabbit?"

——I almost forgot that the rabbit ears in this world are long.

As they talked, they got closer and closer, Hua Song no longer had a calm expression, and said in a tone of impatience: "Back away, blocking the light."

But at this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, a woman came in with a person, and a soft and charming voice sounded at the same time as the door opened:

"I heard that there is a celestial being in our building?"

Hua Song looked up, and was fixed there by the turbulent waves that broke into his sight. He quickly shifted his sight, and the first thing he saw was the person who was one step behind.

The boy's face was stiff and full of reluctance. He was wearing a light blue dark coat, with a belt of the same color as the clothes casually tied around his waist. His long hair was spread behind him, and his face was like a blooming peony , Qingli is somewhat indistinguishable between male and female.

When he saw Hua Song looking at him, he immediately raised his eyebrows, swept Hua Song's face a few times with a contemptuous expression, then frowned, and turned his face away.

The two maids stepped forward to give a blessing to the visitor, and said crisply: "I have seen Fairy Qiuman, Mr. Lanyue."

Then he tilted his head and said to Huasong: "Master, Fairy Qiuman and Young Master Lanyue live in the right hall, and they live next to us."

Fairy Qiuman came over with her waist twisted. She has a beautiful appearance, and her figure is like a mountain undulating.She sat down next to Hua Song, and then pulled the reluctant Moon Bearer behind him to sit down.

She stretched out her hand and touched Hua Song's face politely, "Hey, this little face is so handsome, I don't know how many times better than Xiao Lanyue, tsk tsk, the people who came out of the Happy Building really lived up to their reputation."

Before she finished speaking, Young Master Lanyue's face turned half black, he shook off her hand, and stared fiercely: "Li Qiuman, compare me and him to your illness, if not... ...if not..."

He flicked his sleeves, "I'm so bored that I accompany you to meet people."

After all, taking advantage of the absence of a pair of brute force hands to hold him, he turned around and left.

Fairy Qiuman stared blankly at his figure, then asked Hua Song in confusion, "What's wrong with him?"

Hua Song twitched her mouth and shook her head.

Fairy Qiuman said to herself: "Obviously I forced him to come with me."

After all, she said apologetically to Hua Song: "Xiao Lanyue is fine with everything, but she is a little bit hot-tempered. I'll go and coax you first, and I'll come see you tomorrow."

After speaking, the whole person disappeared into the room like a gust of wind.

Hua Song looked blankly at the maid who was about to serve tea, and Zi Xin said with a normal face: "That's how Fairy Qiuman and Mr. Lanyue get along, just get used to it."

Chapter 15

The Happy Building at night is the busiest time, Hua Song listened to the voice from outside the room, and thought curiously in his heart: What is the brothel in the cultivation world like?

Immediately, the picture of the brothel in the TV series appeared in the head, a group of women leaned outside the door to attract customers, their fragrant shoulders were half exposed, their long white legs were white, and the old bustard smiled exaggeratedly and flatteringly: "Oh, this young master~"

Some unsuitable images flashed in my head...

Hua Song quickly patted his head, and the images in his mind flew away.

He walked out, "Baiyunjian" was supported by a large piece of driftwood, and it was very comfortable to step on the ground. There were also a few strands of flowing clouds wrapped around his hair, making his face beautiful and illusory.

The main building where Mr. Nanfeng lives is at least a hundred steps away from his room. Fairy Qiuman lives on the other side, and everyone going up and down the stairs has to go through the right side, so Huasong's side is extremely quiet and no one comes and goes.

It was only at night that Hua Song found out that the clouds he thought were in the "Baiyunjian" were actually not clouds, but traces of very thin and soft things that could emit soft but not dazzling light. Melted, condensed elsewhere.

Zilan laughed from behind and said, "The name of this thing is Magic Cloud. It usually appears on the bottom of the sea in extremely deep waters. It is something called Nine-Headed Insect excreted."

Hua Song nodded, he stood in the corridor and looked up and down, but he didn't see anything except a few chuckles.

Zi Xin covered her lips and smiled secretly, her eyes wavered, revealing a hint of charm and confusion, she stood a little closer to Hua Song, and said softly: "Master, you can't see the situation in other rooms here. , after all, immortals care about saving face."

As she spoke, she bit her lip, "Fairy Qiuman is extremely generous, if you are interested, why not go play with her, she will be very happy to invite you to spend time together..."

Hua Song suddenly pulled back and took a step back, Zixin leaned forward and bumped into the railing, only then did she regain her senses, she was so seduced by this seductive face, she got closer and closer as she spoke.

Hua Song looked at her coldly, Zi Xin put a strand of hair behind her ears, and raised her eyes innocently, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Hua Song didn't speak, and went back to the room directly.

It was not until another two days later that someone came to inform Hua Song that Mr. Nan Feng had summoned him.

Hua Song followed the people in deep blue shirts to the front of the hall, and just stood still when the door suddenly opened wide with a "snap", and cool wind gushed out from inside.

A hoarse and magnetic voice sounded beside my ear: "Come in!"

Hua Song couldn't help turning his head to look at the man in the blue shirt, but saw that the man's mouth was slightly hooked, like a wry smile, and he made a gesture of invitation.

Hua Song walked in step by step, and when he raised his eyes, a huge window and the person lying on the chaise longue came into view so strikingly that people no longer paid attention to other things.

Mr. Nan Feng's bright red lips seemed to be a smile but not a smile, "You are walking slowly, are you afraid that I will eat you?"

He propped his head on one hand, and a belt was loosely tied to the red clothes, barely covering the key parts of his waist. The muscle lines flowed down from the chest and abdomen very smoothly, and his strength was lurking. collision.

Hua Song glanced at the misty phoenix eyes amidst the smog, and felt that this man's demonic nature was so depressing that he didn't dare to look any further, and stayed far away in front of him.

Mr. Nan Feng exhaled a puff of smoke gracefully, and he held the long tobacco rod of blue jade and emerald green bamboo in his hand, which was so melancholy and suffocating, he just laughed lightly, Hua Song felt a strong inhalation, and hit it all at once. into his chest.

Hua Song gasped in horror and knelt on the ground, his knees immediately swelled.

Mr. Nanfeng sighed softly: "It's better to throw yourself into my arms, I always don't like others to ignore my words."

Hua Song's pupils trembled.He didn't know how to answer, so he was used to silence. He held back the pain and said, "I just don't know how to answer...so..."

In the middle of speaking, he felt that there was no point in saying it, so he shut up again.

The two of them were very close, their skin was ice-white, and their chest and abdomen with undulating muscles were in front of Hua Song's eyes. Mr. Nan Feng watched the blush gradually rise behind his ears, and his face was getting tighter and tighter.

Interesting.

He handed the cigarette rod to the squatting and kneeling person next to him, and then cut the cigarette up again, and someone came over and helped Hua Song sit on the low stool.

Mr. Nan Feng glanced at Hua Song, and suddenly said: "I heard that your physique is that of a phoenix?"

Hua Song nodded with a pale face, "Yes."

"The body of yin and wind, the innate pure yin energy, the ultimate/high-grade furnace tripod, a natural famous utensil. It can break through barriers, remove bottlenecks, and combine yin and yang, and follow the will of heaven..."

As he spoke, his tone seemed to be mocking, and he asked lazily, "Do you know how many people flock to you because of your physique?"

Listening to what he said, Hua Song's face became paler and paler. He thought for a while in silence, and was even more terrified.

Taking his expression into his eyes, Mr. Nanfeng licked his lips playfully, and suddenly changed the subject: "Until you have not established your foundation, the building will not let you pick up guests. With your qualifications, the foundation should be established within half a year." Internal energy becomes..."

After all, he threw a jade tablet to Hua Song, "The key to the quiet room. After the foundation is established, the exercises you practice will change, and when you practice, you won't be as boring as you are now. Reiki..."

Hua Song held the jade tablet and asked, "Is there a set time for cultivation?"

After lighting the cigarette again, Mr. Nan Feng became lazy, he raised his eyelids, "Why?"

Hua Song pursed her lips and said, "I just want to know."

Mr. Nan Feng casually opened his eyes to look at him, took away his hand holding the pipe, raised his eyebrows and said: "Generally, after hearing this, a furnace must be very happy and excited to practice, you are so different I was very surprised when he asked to set the time for cultivation."

He said he was surprised, but his eyes were full of interest, and Hua Song's eyes flickered.

He couldn't help explaining: "The exercises we cultivate are different, and the two exercises must be followed up at the same time. If one of them lags behind, it will suffer great damage...Moreover, we can't be greedy in cultivation, our physique is fragile. It can’t stand the long-term practice of exercises to refine the bones and blood meridians..."

It was the first time he had spoken so many words, and his tone was a little hurried.

The man in front of him has a moody personality, and usually does not play cards according to common sense. When he gazes at people with phoenix eyes, he is very aggressive, but this cannot conceal his meticulousness in capturing other people's emotions. Hua Song is always led by the nose by him. Therefore, in He seemed a little cautious in front of him.

Mr. Nanfeng listened to his words, exhaled a puff of smoke, and let out a sigh, his eyes could not see clearly in the smoke, "The stove that was tuned/taught by Happy Valley..."

A cool breeze picked up outside the window, and the raindrops came in, blowing up layers of snow-white tulle. At some point, the sky had already darkened and was covered by layers of dark clouds.

A flash of lightning pierced the dark clouds, and suddenly there was thunder, and it was covered with downpours of rain.

There was no one in the room to close the window, Hua Song looked around and didn't remind him in vain.

The man in red didn't move at all. The suddenly dimmed light hid half of his face in the shadow, and his whole body seemed to float like a phantom.

The air was condensed and silent for a few moments, and when Hua Song felt uneasy, Mr. Nan Feng suddenly spoke.

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, propped his head and smiled charmingly at Hua Song, "I want to know your skills, let's perform it."

There was a crack in Hua Song's calm face, and he raised his head and widened his eyes.

Seeing him like this, the man's gorgeous face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously suddenly, his long hair was windless, and the window was closed with a "snap".

The servant lay on the ground trembling.

This person's mood is extremely wrong.

Hua Song keenly sensed the danger, and hurriedly said: "Qin, I am the best at playing the piano."

The rattling curtains returned to calm, and the sound of a sigh of relief was evident in the room.The man suddenly appeared behind Hua Song, breathing on his neck, numb, "Your eyes are like the Tianchi Lake on Tianshan Mountain, cool and beautiful, I really like it."

A piano suddenly appeared in front of Hua Song.

The atmosphere in the room became a little confused, Hua Song felt a creepy danger, and intuitively knew that this person was not in the right mood, he didn't dare to push away the person behind him, so he took a deep breath.

He put his fingers on the strings, and after a while, a soothing and melodious piano sound came out, beautiful, calm, and leisurely, as if walking on the clouds.

Unknowingly, Hua Song seemed to be able to feel a will spreading out of his body, making his whole body lighter and smoothing the restlessness deep in his soul, and he couldn't help but close his eyes comfortably.

So he didn't see that the gloomy man suddenly covered his head, his eyes flashed red, but he gradually became clear; the faces of the two servants lying on the ground returned to calm; the plants growing in the corner stretched their green leaves , the flowers are in full bloom, trembling with joy...

When the song ended, Hua Song's face was slightly pale, but Mr. Nan Feng had already calmed down, and his eyes were lost in the rainstorm outside the window.

Hua Song held his breath.

At this time, the man suddenly turned his head to the side and smiled at him, the corners of his lips returned to a smile that was not a smile, and his voice was charming, "You play the piano well."

Hua Song breathed a sigh of relief, he was still a little confused about himself just now, so he continued: "Yes."

Mr. Nanfeng glanced at him, feeling a little lost, and said in a flat tone: "Go back!"

Hua Song walked halfway, but was suddenly stopped again, and he turned his head.

Mr. Nan Feng waved his sleeves, and there were a lot of things on the ground, a chaotic pile, jewelry, unknown fruit stones, shiny stones, some animal furs, many Zen wooden boxes...

Hua Song didn't know many things.

Mr. Nanfeng raised his chin casually, "As a meeting ceremony, just choose two for yourself."

Hua Song looked at his unrestrained style, and suddenly said: "Can I replace it with Lingshi?"

His eyes moved with anticipation, making his whole face glow with new brilliance. Mr. Nan Feng suddenly felt teasing again, and he took a puff of smoke, "Huh?"

Hua Song looked straight into his eyes, "I only like Lingshi, it's useless to bring these things to me."

Those eyes are so beautiful, looking at people quietly, unlike that cold face, there is a sense of tranquility of time.

To be honest.

Young Master Nan Feng snorted, "You're really stupid, then I'll let you do it."

After finishing speaking, five hundred low-grade spirit stones suddenly appeared in Hua Song's storage bag.

Hua Song was very surprised, he couldn't help but took a look at his storage bag for a while.

Mr. Nan Feng looked impatiently at his appearance, "Your common sense is too weak, go out."

As soon as Hua Song returned to the room, someone sent him a few books, and the big words on the cover of the book were very easy to understand - "Basic common sense in the world of cultivation".

Chapter 16

After the rainstorm, the sky was clear and cloudless.It's just that the fog in the "capital in the clouds" has become thicker. Hua Song looked through the window and could only see many monks rushing towards the exit.

He was very curious why these monks walked step by step instead of jumping into the sky and flying.

This area is invisible except within the scope of the street, as if something is covering it, isolating the fog outside.Hua Song watched, and suddenly, his gaze focused on one point.

It should be a medicine store, with several medicine fields reclaimed behind it, and a spacious yard next to it.At this time, there was a man fighting with two tiger-like beasts with his bare hands in the yard. The bloody scene made people shy away.

Hua Song hurriedly took the "Monster Collection" on the table, and found the content he wanted to see in a few moments: dragon claws, red flame tiger, low-level monsters, the most perfect can be promoted to the fourth level, its bones are like iron, The limbs are like dragon claws, and it can breathe out flames.

Looking at the lifelike monster on the snow-white page, which made people tremble, Hua Song turned his head to watch the fight again.

The man dodged back and forth from the monster beast's attack at such a high speed that there was almost only an afterimage left. The two monster beasts failed to attack their prey several times, and gradually became violent.

Hua Song didn't see any traces of spells on the man, nor did he see the fluctuations of the surrounding aura being absorbed by him. From this, it can be seen that... the man is dealing with two monsters with a mortal body!

Hua Song opened his eyes wide.

And at this time, the man suddenly appeared, and seeing two berserk monsters, two puffs of white air spewed from their noses, angrily rushing towards him, and at the same time, flames surged wildly.

Hua Song couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head.

With a sound of "bang", it was as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking. The two monsters collided with each other, and the flames sprayed out of each end.At this moment, a man with tattered clothes and scars suddenly appeared, holding the legs of two monsters with one hand, and smashing them to the ground with a "bang bang bang".

The dust and mist rose up, and a huge pit appeared.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, he was patted on the shoulder, and Hua Song was frightened before turning around from the bloody scene.

Fairy Qiuman rubbed the flower song away with her ass, and followed the place where the flower song stayed just now. When she saw it, she raised her eyebrows and muttered: "This old man is doing some terrible experiment again..."

Hua Song regained his composure, looked over again, and saw that the man who fell limp to the ground after falling to the death of the monster had already been carried in.

Hearing Fairy Qiuman's muttering, he couldn't help asking: "That's it?"

Fairy Qiuman covered his eyes with one hand, and muttered, "What are you doing watching such a bloody scene? It's such a terrifying nightmare. That old man's character is the most moody, evil and poisonous, so people can't avoid it." Evil fairy "poison doctor", I see..."

Her words stuck there, Hua Song's body stiffened, only feeling a gloomy and bone-chilling icy cold.

Fairy Qiuman stopped talking, took his hand a few times and appeared in the flower hall outside.

She patted the choppy chest exaggeratedly, pouted and said: "I just said that the old man is really scary."

Hua Song looked at her quietly, waiting for her to babble for a long time.

Fairy Qiuman poured a cup of tea into her mouth without any image, then turned her head to look at Hua Song, paused for a while, then suddenly pushed Hua Song, covered her lips and said shyly: "Oh, why do you look at others like this? Made me so ashamed..."

"With a bang, Hua Song was pushed off the ground unexpectedly, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Ah~ Young Master." The two maids hurriedly helped him up, stroking him back and forth in distress.

Hua Song frowned and brushed the two away.

Fairy Qiuman looked at him with a guilty conscience, her eyes were as innocent as a deer, "I said I was careless, would you believe me?"

Hua Song nodded with a stiff neck.

Only then did he know why Master Lanyue came with her with such a reluctance on his face, it was more and more forced.

Seeing him nodding, Fairy Qiuman immediately broke into a smile, and she only pointed to the purpose of coming when she opened her mouth, "Do you know about the night of carnival?"

Hua Song shook his head.

"It doesn't matter if I don't know, let me tell you, the night of joy is the annual crazy night of the happy building, and that day will be the most lively day in the happy building. But these are not important, what I mainly say is that in that One day, it is the day when you bid for the first night."

Fairy Qiuman said, thrusting her chin, blinking her eyes, "Although I think with your qualifications and appearance, once you go on stage, there will be countless people who will mark you, but..." She curled her lips with a mocking expression , "Those sluts actually said that I am vulgar... To make you the leader, you must be excellent in dancing, and make you look like a fairy that is unreachable in the nine heavens..."

"Although this can indeed attract those noble monks and inspire people's sense of conquest."

She shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, "So, from today on, you can learn to dance with me."

Hua Song was a little sluggish, but only for a moment, he asked with clear eyes: "Do you have to learn to dance?"

Fairy Qiuman looked at him with some pity and nodded. In her eyes, men don't like dancing.

Hua Song was quiet for a while, then suddenly turned his head and asked her: "Can I go out of the Happy Building and take a look outside?"

Um?Fairy Qiuman spat out a grape seed, raised her eyebrows, and said: "No, with your appearance, I'm afraid you won't know where you have been ruined after going out for a while, um...unless there are guards to protect, or Going out with the big guys…”

She smiled and said: "Don't worry, as long as you bid for the first night to officially become a furnace, you will have your own bodyguard... If you really can't wait..."

She raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Hua Song couldn't understand, "What?"

Fairy Qiuman brushed her hair and glared at Hua Song, "Do you have to tell me about such a embarrassing thing? It makes people feel so embarrassed."

Hua Song only felt that he was in a cold sweat, and looked at her inexplicably.

Fairy Qiuman was discouraged, "...you don't have guards yourself, other furnaces have them, right? And if there are monks who are powerful and like you, they won't have a chance to go out with the consent of the building."

She had made it obvious enough.

Hua Song looked at her quietly.Fairy Qiuman was covered in goosebumps when he saw him, and she couldn't help but become angry from embarrassment: "What do you think I'm doing..."

She squeezed her chest and her waist, "What's wrong with me, the guests who come to my room have never disliked me, if it weren't for your handsome face and heaven-defying aptitude , others beg me, I will not double cultivate with him..."

Hua Song couldn't help feeling dizzy when he saw her unrestrained actions. He coughed and interrupted her, "I don't despise you, but we are not allowed to practice dual cultivation until the foundation is established."

Fairy Qiuman froze with a charming face like autumn water, and then said: "It seems so."

"It's a waste of my saliva."

After sending Fairy Qiuman away, Hua Song heaved a sigh of relief.

He walked into the bedroom and lay down on the beauty couch beside him. Zi Xin carefully rolled up his silky trouser legs. A cool ointment is rubbed on it.

Hua Song looked at the two "jade legs" in front of her. They were long and straight, with white and greasy complexion, without a trace of pores. No matter how many women could ask for it, they couldn't find it.He quickly averted his eyes, thinking of the long legs with hairy legs before, and still felt that he was a man who was suitable for him, and he had to spend a lot of effort to protect himself who was as delicate and fragile as porcelain.

Zi Xin put some snacks on the low table beside the couch, Hua Song said: "Bring my book here."

What he said was exactly the book Mr. Nan Feng sent over yesterday.

Zilan understood it, she went to the study to get it after a while, and handed it to Hua Song, still holding a cattail fan in her hand.

Zi Xin knelt down in front of Hua Song, with her soft, boneless fingers resting on his leg, pressing gently, Zi Lan fanned the wind, her eyes fell on Hua Song.

Hua Song reads books that are only read by monks who have just stepped into the fairyland. It summarizes some common monsters, herbs, ores... There are also monks in the cultivation world, the rank ranking of all creatures, little common sense of Taoism, etc. .

Although Mr. Nanfeng disliked him for not being ignorant, the books he sent were of great benefit to him, Hua Song felt slightly grateful.

For example, he now knows why the five hundred spirit stones suddenly appeared in his storage bag yesterday——

It is precisely because the storage bag is weak in locking things, and he has not been sealed by the spiritual consciousness, the spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul cultivator is too strong, and it is easy to penetrate into his storage bag.

And Hua Song recalled the abnormality of his consciousness.According to the book, the spiritual consciousness is another derivative of the "spiritual power" that is derived after the foundation is established and the sea of ​​consciousness is expanded.

But his sea of ​​consciousness is different from others. It is said in "The Impermanence of the Great Dao": The sea of ​​consciousness of a monk is as vast as a sea of ​​fog, and the core of energy in it radiates out thousands of consciousness. funeral.

Huasong's Sea of ​​Consciousness has green grass and white clouds, which is obviously different from the description.His sea of ​​consciousness gave him an extremely comfortable feeling, which made him wish he could hide in it quietly and enjoy the touch of the good time.

However, even if his sea of ​​consciousness is different from ordinary sea of ​​consciousness, Hua Song also realizes that his sea of ​​consciousness is by no means simple.

Just a few books showed him an extremely mysterious and ethereal world of self-cultivation, and Hua Song couldn't help but look yearning.He put down the book in his hand, waved left and right and said, "You don't need to wait here anymore, just go out."

The maid took a thin sheet and covered her lap before walking away slowly.

Hua Song relaxed her shoulders and lay down on the beauty bed.

Yesterday in Mr. Nanfeng's dormitory, he played a qin sound that surpassed his own level, and the beautiful and peaceful emotion could even infect him, so he knew it - it was the resonance from his Lingbao.

Lingbao unintentionally showed a new ability.

Unfortunately, he excitedly wanted to go in, but was blocked outside again, so he took the next best thing and sent the spirit stone into the Lingbao. Unexpectedly, the spirit stone went in, but he was still blocked outside.

——He couldn't help sighing his master's status.

This time Hua Song tried to go in again, but unexpectedly, it succeeded.However, the upward arc of his mouth hadn't stopped yet, and he was frightened back all of a sudden.

A roaring dragon roared at him and blew him out of space.

Hua Song covered her heart, opened her eyes abruptly, still feeling terrified.

A little man in a black robe with long hair loosely floating over his body suddenly, lifted his chin proudly to look at him, with the words clearly written in his eyes: human beings, worship!

Hua Song was a little angry. It was the first time he changed his face in front of Qi Ling, "Xiaoyi, we already lack spirit stones, why do you want to abuse energy? You know we are in a tiger's den now, and it is imperative to escape from birth. Shiben is not easy, you just use your abilities indiscriminately just to frighten me?"

The lifelikeness of that dragon is simply frightening, and Hua Song dare not think about its terrifying coercion now.He only cares about one thing. The one hundred low-grade spirit stones given to him by Manager Qin last time can make Qi Ling condense outside for less than a quarter of an hour, but this time the five hundred spirit stones used such a large spirit stone for Qi Ling. Wei Neng, how much is left?

Chapter 17

The black-robed little spirit didn't get the praise and worship it imagined. Its eyes widened, and it didn't even pay attention to the name Xiaoyi, which it had always disdained. It said angrily:

"You were in danger yesterday, it's not because I used my power to help you!"

Although it was only gently guiding, I didn't expect those happy "emotions" to like Hua Song so much, and ran out obediently.Xiaoqi Ling felt a little guilty when he said that, and couldn't help raising his chin even higher.

Hua Song said: "That's a special situation, treat it as a special case..."

As he spoke, thinking that although Xiao Qiling was powerful, his mind was still like a child's, his tone eased, "Xiao Yi, I'm not trying to be unreasonable on purpose, but, we should gather strength to get ready to escape now, and It’s not about confronting each other and weakening power.”

"If we don't go to the free world, how can we become strong? You don't want to just hide in Lingbao like this."

"Since fate has bound us together and cannot be separated, why don't we each take a step back and make getting along more beautiful?"

Hua Song's face had already calmed down, his voice was like ice and jade hitting each other, cool and sweet, his pair of quiet and beautiful eyes, with a slight pleading, one couldn't bear to brush his meaning.

Not to mention that the person in front of him is just a kind of arrogant, a little bit arrogant, doesn't understand accidents, and has an innocent temperament.It looked down at Hua Song from top to bottom, its eyes were staring fiercely, but it no longer bared its teeth and claws like before.

Hua Song gradually straightened up. He tentatively reached out to touch the top of Qi Ling's head. Seeing that it twisted its body and was stiff and did not resist, he asked softly, "What do you think?"

Qi Ling slapped his hand away at once, rolled his eyes, and said sneeringly: "Didn't you say don't waste your spiritual energy, what are you talking about, I have to go."

He said he was going to leave, but he still stayed where he was, and disappeared when Hua Song had no choice but to lie down and return to his original appearance.

The cold moonlight sprinkled over the lake, the fiery red lanterns reflected in the water, the faint water rippled, and the epiphyllum growing by the lake quietly bloomed, exuding a sweet fragrance.

The flower boats are rowed out one by one, flashing a few bright colors quickly, and covered by the fiery red flying yarn. In the pavilion above the bridge, the graceful dancing posture of the woman shines on the white cloth, which is even more mysterious and seductive. A hoarse, haunting voice sang:

"The color of a crow is greasy, the light of a bird is cold, and the romantic is better than looking at it from the side of the pillow..."

On the open space next to the two buildings, there is a small and elegant heart pavilion, with floating clouds and green vines, and the open space in front of the pavilion seems to be full of moonlight, fantastic and beautiful.

Hua Song stiffly twisted the movements Fairy Qiuman had just taught her, her limbs looked extremely uncoordinated.Not to mention his discomfort, Fairy Qiuman frowned even more, unable to bear to look directly at him.

She couldn't help but walk over a few steps, and personally corrected Hua Song's movements.Because of dancing practice, she only wore a corset, a pair of white silk trousers, and a pair of armbands.