Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

Although Zhu Yu's body was occupied, the other party was a Mahayana monk, how could he be willing to be suppressed?While she was occupying the body, Zhu Yuzai was desperately looking for an opportunity to fight back, trying to get her body back.

Recently, counterattacks have become more and more frequent, and Ping Lan's soul's discomfort has become more and more intense, as if Zhu Yu's previous injuries were not enough to completely injure her and keep her at peace.

She urged: "You better hurry up, I don't have much patience."

Su Changyi nodded.

The word "out of body" is indeed impressive, as long as it is said from the mouth of a person, it will definitely leave an impression. When He Qingxie was still paralyzed on Junyao's bed? She once called her disciples to send -? Zhu Yu, who was in retreat, asked those disciples a question at that time.

The scenes of the past seem to be vividly remembered.

"What will happen if the inner alchemy is completed?"

A few people scrambled and said: "When the inner alchemy is completed, there will be a splitting phenomenon! This splitting phenomenon can be divided into two types, one is the yang spirit coming out of the body, and the other is the yin spirit coming out of the body."

"So what's the difference?"

"The yin spirit is the soul body, that is, the consciousness is out of the body. When the panic is excessive or the consciousness is not guarded by the body, such as accidents, prolonged illness, drowsiness, and hypnosis, the yin spirit may appear out of the body. Another -? The yang god comes out of the body, the so-called yang god, the soul unites—?, rushes to the Sanyuan Beidou Palace, and the breath stops, the heaven and the earth unite their virtues, and the true cultivation peak is not the spirit leaving the body, but the temperament With the real kung fu of Fang, those who practice inner alchemy have to know the reason."

Su Changyi suddenly realized, and turned his head slightly, two shallow fine lines appeared between his plump and smooth brows, and the red peach petals were lifeless under the dim light.

She wondered: "This is the skill of the Golden Core Stage, don't you know?"

Ping Lan was stunned, and asked dumbly, "What?"

Su Changyi sighed, turned around completely, looked at her fixedly, and said, "The 'Cultivation of the Yin God' you mentioned should be a skill that monks in the golden core stage can do, don't you know?"

Visible to the naked eye, Ping Lan's face was completely gloomy, and the storm was about to come. She recalled the events of 500 years ago, and from those memories, she could not find the shadow of the three characters "out of the Yin God", even Doubt that Jun Yao did it on purpose? Telling nonsense to deceive her.

Seeing this, Su Changyi raised his eyebrows, already knowing the answer.

She lowered her head in thought, then raised her head for a moment, said with a faint smile, "If I remember correctly, you should have cultivated in Huanshan 500 years ago, right? Huanshan's exercises are very different from Yaoshan's. Is it natural?"

Ping Lan raised her eyes, and the phoenix pupils that belonged to He Qingxie lit up———————————————————————————————————

Su Changyi had a question, and asked softly: "Since all the exercises you had 500 years ago belonged to Huanshan, then? How would you know..."

Ping Lan seemed to have already guessed what she wanted to ask, and raised her hand to interrupt her, but with a gentle attitude, her lips parted slightly and said in a pleasant voice: "I told you before, if you go-? .”

"It seems that there are many unknown secrets in the forbidden area." Su Changyi pursed his lips and laughed.

"Yes, and your lover fell here too." Ping Lan said intentionally.

Su Changyi covered his mouth and coughed a few times, raised his chin at her, and signaled? She followed, then turned and left. Ping Lan followed her, and the two of them—? Coming out of Zangshu Pavilion, the two walked towards Lingqing Hall side by side.

On the road, Su Changyi looked down—at the feet of his eyes, the thick snow had melted away, the stone pavement was strewn with water, and the soles of the silver boots embroidered with waves were wet.

Ping Lan smashed the ice and snow in front of her feet, and the snow water splashed instantly, making a humming and pattering sound. She raised the corners of her lips and smiled meaningfully, and said, "Jun Yao, have you noticed that you and I Human beings are too stinky, we are the same kind, and we are all unscrupulous people."

Su Changyi sneered, "No, I'm much better than you."

"Oh?"

"I didn't do any evil deeds to entrap my senior sister and lover."

"Then? Your? Lover..."

"She is, as she deserves."

Suddenly, a wind and snow came from a distance, blowing off the corners of Su Changyi's clothes.

Today she is casually wearing a white plum shoulder-covering long dress, covered with white rabbit velvet fur, a snow-white body, three thousand silver hair rustling in the cold wind, icy muscles and bones, and peach powder on the cheeks, thin The lip powder is light, but that? The peach petals between the eyebrows are as bright as flowers.

Extraordinarily eye-catching, the finishing touch is like this.

Su Changyi's expression was indifferent. When the wind and snow came, it brought a little fine snow and landed on his face, giving him a chill.

The oncoming fragrance is looming.

Su Changyi stopped abruptly, stared at the void in front of him, and frowned.

"Did you smell—? Silky aroma?" she asked hesitantly.

Pinglan stopped, looked back at her, and asked, "What fragrance?"

Su Changyi turned his sparkling peach blossom eyes, and sniffed carefully—after a few breaths, the faint fragrance disappeared again, as if the fragrance just now was just an illusion.

"It's all right. Let's go."

"Are you sure it's alright?"

Su Changyi paused for a moment before nodding.

Ping Lan said: "Then? Let's go."

The two of them walked through the outer hall to the inner hall where Junyao used to read books. The screen with the blue sea and the floating flowers and pistils was facing it. , the white smoke from the hollow incense burner on the case has been cut off, and the books placed on the case have also been arranged in an orderly manner.

Su Changyi went over, dug out the book from it, and handed it to Ping Lan, "Here, there's what you said about 'leaving the body' in it. I haven't finished researching it yet. You're short on time, so you should read it first."

Ping Lan smiled——take it over and read it first——first look at the title of the book "Huan Pei Consciousness", and then look at the content recorded in it.

Su Changyi said at the right time, "What I promised will definitely be done. Then? What you promised me, can you arrange after-sales service if something goes wrong?"

Ping Lan probably couldn't understand the modern vocabulary, she raised her head, raised her eyebrows with He Qingxie's face and asked, "What after-sales service?"

Su Changyi was sweating, and briefly explained—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————…

Ping Lan was sure that the book was useful to her, so she put it away, raised her eyebrows and looked at her with a smile, "Do you think I will help you?"

"If I don't help, there's nothing I can do." Su Changyi curled up his lips helplessly and spread his hands.

Naturally, their conversations fell apart. Pinglan's acquisition of "Huanpei Consciousness" is equivalent to learning to "leave the spirit of Yin", so why bother to take over Jun Yao's mess?No one wants to be unhappy, and so is Ping Lan.

Ping Lan put away the book, without even looking at her, walked out of the inner hall in a haughty manner, the footsteps stopped under the eaves.

The bright sky that had just revealed the scorching sun was soon covered by dark clouds, and above the leaden gray sky, fine snow floated up, gradually fell on the damp and watery floor, and soon disappeared.

Su Changyi took off the white rabbit velvet fur and put it on the table. Her chest was aching from suffocation from the collapse of the conversation between the two of them. She wanted to go out to catch her breath. Looking at the back of Qianli who stood standing next to the red pillar under the eaves with an expression, Ping Lan was reaching out to catch the snow dripping from the eaves.

The water droplets fell down and hit the palm of the hand. Due to the force of inertia, they fell apart, and the accumulation of less became more, and soon gathered in the palm of the hand—a ball.

"Didn't leave? Could it be that conscience found out and wanted to help me?"

"Are you dreaming?" Ping Lan withdrew her arm, turned her hand over, and the snow fell on her feet.

Su Changyi did not refute, and said in a soft voice, "Recently, I have been dreaming, dreaming that my villain is not dead."

This potential meaning is to condemn Pinglan for ineffectiveness.

Ping Lan didn't care. She lifted the hem of her clothes to wipe off the snow in her palms, stepped back, her thin body fell on the red pillar, and looked towards her, "You don't seem to be afraid of me, Mahayana period The peak Junyao Xianzun."

Su Changyi was speechless, "You and I have different ways? If we don't conspire with each other, why do we have the word 'fear'? Say? Let's talk about the Mahayana period, Junyao Xianzun? That? It's already in the past tense, and I'm completely It's a useless person."

"Are you trash? When you dared to threaten me? The word 'cripple' has nothing to do with you. Su Changyi, I said we are the same kind."

"Then shouldn't the same kind be sympathetic to each other?"

Ping Lan stood up straight, raised her hand to smooth the wrinkles on the white disciple's clothes, and smiled embarrassingly. She thought of the situation in Shenshen City, and after a long silence, she said impatiently: "It seems, it should be so."

Su Changyi thought—? Rin.

Ping Lan looked at her and said with a faint smile: "The rules remain the same, I will help you, and you will help me."

Su Changyi narrowed his eyes, "What are the conditions?"

Ping Lan said: "Accompany me to Xuandu."

At night, the cold wind raged, and the wind and snow continued.

The coldness in this room? Melted by the warmth? There is not much left. On the old wooden table in the house, half a burning candle is lit. Su Changyi will still spend the night in Shen Rou and He Qingxie's room tonight. Like an emperor visiting the side hall of his concubines, he comes every day, only singing every night.

Shen Rourou was going to find her Senior Sister He to contact her, but before stepping out the door with her right foot, Su Changyi quickly stopped her, pulled her by the pale pink collar, and dragged her to the table, beckoning to Fang Luo sit.

Shen Rourou's small face was tightly wrinkled, and her shiny mouth was facing Su Changyi—?beep, not very happy? said: "I want to find Ah Xie, I haven't —— played with her for a long time."

Su Changyi's face was slightly gloomy, and he couldn't bear it, Ping Lan was not He Qingxie after all, how dare she let Shen Rou Rou get along with Ping Lan?The weather in Pinglan is uncertain, if—?—? strangling her cheap nephew to death, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "She hasn't finished what I ordered her. Are you going to make trouble for her? Rourou, wait for her to come when she is free, and then you can go find her. "

Shen Rourou scratched her head, "Ah Xie is also very busy at night? Is she not sleeping?"

At the end of the sentence, Su Changyi had nothing to say. Even so, he could only bite the bullet and continue, "Is that right? She is more diligent and works day and night."

After carefully comforting the cheap little nephew, Su Changyi felt a little exhausted, poured half a cup of hot tea by himself, drank it slowly, and when he raised his head, the candle light on the table was illuminated—the room was quiet.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lu Xingtong who was sitting on Shen Rourou's bed, hugging the quilt, straightened up, raised her thin and slightly transparent eyelids, and looked at her with a smile.

Focused eyes, not only filled with candlelight in the dark pupils, but also not only focused on -?, that? Eyes are more like a gentle and affectionate brush, -? down-? down to trace out -? an outline.

Su Changyi - I can understand that look in just a few moments.

She has seen those eyes quite often in the real society, and they will definitely not be unfamiliar.

Although Lu Xingtong's appearance is not as good as He Qingxie Shuimu Tsinghua's, it is glamorous and refined, but it is still pleasing to the eye and fascinating.Su Changyi thought to himself.

- A stream of hot tea flowed from the throat into the lungs, causing - a sense of warmth. Su Changyi rubbed the wall of the cup with his fingertips, paused for a moment before putting down the cup, and replied inexplicably - smiled, and the other party laughed even more Sheng.

Su Changyi licked the corners of his lips, retracted his eyes with a slight smile, and poured himself half a cup of tea.

It's just that this half cup of tea has not been touched for a long time.

The author has something to say: #The consequences of saying the four words "fate should be like this"#

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