Black Moonlight just wants to soar

Mu Jiangyin pretended not to see it, but Jiang Yi's heart was on Yun Lijiu, and she immediately noticed the abnormality of the fire of the soul.

"Why did the flames flicker?"

Mu Jiangyin thought to himself: Of course it's because of his guilty conscience!Fear of being exposed by me!

But I can't say this directly, so I tactfully said: "Maybe because of the serious injury this time, the soul is not stable."

Jiang Ruohua stared blankly at the soul fire.

She is very accomplished in martial arts, but she really doesn't know how to save people, so she can only worry.

Mu Jiangyin saw that Jiang Ruohua had almost accepted Yun Lijiu's current appearance and felt safe, so he said, "Yun Lijiu's soul is unstable, and he can't leave even if he needs someone to accompany him for a moment. Why don't you help me watch here first?" Now, I have something to discuss with the eldest prince."

After Mu Jiangyin left the room, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Without further ado, he ran directly into the hall to find Xuanyuanhong: "Eldest Prince, Shangshen Jiangyi is looking at Yunlijiu now, my...that Saint Yuanguo..."

Xuanyuanhong pointed to the two bulging sacks on the ground: "This is the one just taken out of the storage bag."

Mu Jiangyin was overjoyed, and unsealed the sack, and saw the fiery red and transparent Shengyuan fruits inside, as if he saw the future where he reached Huashen and traveled the Three Realms.

Just as he was about to put these two sacks of Shengyuan fruit into his pocket, he was stopped by Qi Wuyi at the side.

Qi Wuyi scolded Xuanyuanhong: "How could you just give it to him?"

Xuanyuan Hong said: "You don't doubt the person you employ, and you don't use the person you suspect. Fellow Daoist Mu can trust you."

Qi Wuyi sneered: "You have never seen those sinister people." Wang Cheng's face appeared in front of Qi Wuyi again, and Qi Wuyi had a deep understanding of the scumbag's trustworthiness.

He looked Mu Jiangyin up and down: "Are you done?"

Mu Jiangyin sighed secretly: Wang Cheng misunderstood me!

Mu Jiang groaned: "Although I only finished his face, but since I agreed, I will definitely do it well. I will take a bag of Shengyuan fruit as a deposit first, isn't that too much?"

Qi Wuyi said: "Half a bag, leave the remaining bag and a half here!"

Mu Jiangyin felt that Qi Wuyi must not be so easy to give to herself, maybe he would have to see Yun Lijiu alive and kicking with his own eyes, or hear Yun Lijiu say "give it all to Ah Yin" before he would give it to himself.

Mu Jiangyin said: "I can't trust you, let the eldest prince keep it."

Of course Qi Wuyi would not let Xuanyuanhong keep it.

"Then let Shangshang Jiangyi take care of it, so you can rest assured? She won't give it to me privately." Mu Jiangyin proposed a compromise.

Although Jiang Ruohua has a crush on Yunlijiu, she is always easier to talk to than Wuqingjian.

When the time comes, I will sell Yunlijiu again to Jiang Ruohua, and the matter will be settled!

Xuanyuan Hong made a final decision: "That's it. What about the Chinese?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Ruohua's voice coming from the sound transmission jade slip worn by his side.

"Eldest Prince, Yun Lijiu's soul flame...why does it look a little strange?"

strangeness? ?

Mu Jiang pondered: Yun Lijiu couldn't hear me discussing the deposit and final payment after such a long distance, right?

Xuanyuanhong led the two of them towards Yunlijiu's room.

At a glance, everyone saw the blue flame in the room shaking constantly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

But there was no wind around.

Xuanyuanhong didn't know why, he looked at Qi Wuyi who had done a lot of research on nightmares.

Qi Wuyi said: "This is the pain of the soul."

Then he looked at Mu Jiangyin and asked, "Tell me, is there anything else you are hiding from us?"

Mu Jiangyin felt that he had nothing to hide, only [-] pieces of Shengyuan fruit were needed, and he would not change his mind midway.

Seeing Mu Jiangyin's innocent face, Qi Wuyi said angrily, "Youye Tuozhong, what did you do to Yunlijiu!"

Mu Jiangyin said: "I haven't done anything!"

"Then why is his soul trembling in pain?"

"Shivering in pain?" Mu Jiangyin suddenly felt guilty.

"Speak, what did you do to him?!"

Mu Jiang stammered: "Actually, it's not me what happened to him...it's him...Of course I don't know why he did this..."

Mu Jiangyin quietly moved behind Xuanyuanhong, and then briefly explained You Yetuo's last battle.

He didn't dare to say too many details, including omitting Yun Lijiu's funeral, letting Yun Lijiu enter Bi An's dream and so on.

Not even Xiaoxue mentioned it.

It's just that the words "spiritual body devours the nightmare, Wushuang critical strike" are a little bit heavier.

Finally, he said: "I was also very moved, so I ran desperately, I had no strength, and I even fought with a group of strange fish to snatch his body."

Boom!Qi Wuyi clenched his fist tightly and smashed it on the table next to him.

"Yun Lijiu is even more infatuated than Ah Qing! You damn devil, you actually asked for Shengyuan fruit before you would save him! Five hundred pieces!" Qi Wuyi wanted to tear up the scumbag again.

Xuanyuanhong also sighed lightly: "It's five hundred per year..."

On the contrary, Jiang Ruohua, who has a bad temper, didn't say a word at the moment, just secretly glanced at Mu Jiangyin from time to time, and then moved his eyes away, as if thinking about something.

Mu Jiangyin: ...

Mu Jiangyin: You can't blame me, the key is that Yun Lijiu will continue to bloodbath the Three Realms after he comes back alive, so I was in a hurry to ascend and run away.

The atmosphere in the room was awkward and silent for a while.

Jiang Ruohua broke the silence first: "Then... according to Sword Master, the spirit body is infected with the nightmare, how to treat it?"

When she said this, her expression was quite lonely, and her eyes were reddened for a moment, but she was forced back by her abruptly, and returned to her original state.

Qi Wuyi also knew at this moment that it was pointless to scold Mu Jiangyin.

Because after all, everything was voluntary by Yun Lijiu.

When Yun Lijiu did this, just like her own Ah Qing, she was actually determined to die, just to save her sweetheart.

The scumbags deserved to die, but it was because they themselves didn't know people clearly at the time.

Qi Wuyi recalled how he brought An Qing back to Qingyun Sect just now, and finally sighed: "This is very troublesome... Unless, unless there is someone like Ah Qing who is willing to use his own spiritual body to help him transfer the nightmare."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Mu Jiangyin.

Mu Jiangyin didn't dare to look at Qi Wuyi at all.

I'm sorry, I've had enough of being An Qing in my previous life!

I don't want to in this life.

Jiang Ruohua bit her lip, she hesitated for a long time, and just said half of the word "I", she was interrupted by Mu Jiangyin: "I have an inspiration."

Everyone looked at Mu Jiangyin together.

Mu Jiangyin slowly took out a yellowed scroll from the storage bag.

It was the picture scroll that Tianji Lingxiao received from Wang Cheng back then.

"I don't know if it works, I have to try it." Mu Jiangyin said, "If it works, then I will..."

"No more money!" Qi Wuyi saw through Mu Jiangyin's true nature, "If you don't want to help Yun Lijiu transfer the nightmare, I will kill you immediately."

Mu Jiangyin: ...

Qi Wuyi, I can understand that you hate your wife's scumbag ex-boyfriend, a single attack is fine, don't use a common attack...

"Wuyi!" Xuanyuanhong stopped Qi Wuyi, "Ajiu would rather give up the afterlife than protect Fellow Daoist Mu in this life. He must be in love with him. If you hurt Fellow Daoist Mu, Ah Jiu will wake up I won't let you go."

Mu Jiangyin disagreed with Xuanyuanhong's opinion, but it seemed better not to correct it at the moment.

Otherwise, Qi Wuyi will be angered.

Qi Wuyi snorted and left in a flick of his sleeves.

He knew what Xuanyuan Hong said was right, but he was really angry.

It's fine that Ah Qing didn't have much experience in the world back then, how could someone like Yun Lijiu be so stupid!

Xuanyuanhong chanted to Mu Jiang with a gentle face: "You have worked hard, fellow Daoist Mu. Although there are no more Shengyuan fruits, I accept your favor."

Mu Jiangyin felt a little embarrassed by Xuanyuanhong's words.

He said: "Actually... I didn't mean that, after all, Yun Lijiu is also my... friend... right?"

Are you a friend?

Barely count it, you can be a netizen, but you can't be the kind of face-to-face.

Mu Jiangyin went to the next room by herself, and took out the bright mirror table left by Tianji Lingxiao.

Inside the Der Spiegel is what Ling Xiao has learned all his life.

He quickly found the usage of the "Taixu Painting Scroll" in it.

This picture is a picture scroll woven with the soul of mountains and rocks as silk, which is specially used to collect souls.

The painting scroll is a world of its own, not only the ghosts trapped in it have spirits, but even a stone and a leaf painted on it have spirits.

Mu Jiangyin found a pen, and first tried to draw a dot of ink in the corner.

After the ink dots were drawn, his soul left the body and entered the painting.

When the ink dot fell down, it turned into a pancake, but it was completely black and could neither be eaten nor looked at.

Mu Jiangyin picked up the black pancake, flicked it lightly, and the pancake was able to say: "I'm a genius!"

Mu Jiangyin was expressionless: "You don't, you're just an artificial intelligence cake without emotion!"

Pancake refused, so Mu Jiangyin asked Mirage to spit at Pancake.

The water washed away the ink droplets, and the pancake in Mu Jiangyin's hand disappeared, and even the nearby scrolls turned into ordinary cloth without any spiritual power.

"It's done!" Mu Jiang Yinxing hurriedly came to Yunlijiu with the scroll, and said to Xuanyuanhong, Qi Wuyi and Jiang Ruohua, "You can try it."

He explained the principle of the picture scroll to several people, and all three of them were very happy: "There are such fetishes, so won't we no longer be afraid of the suffering of nightmares?"

Mu Jiangyin shook his head, and showed Xuanyuanhong the washed-out scroll.

The picture scroll was washed away, and all the spiritual power and soul on it disappeared, and it became an ordinary picture scroll.

"It can only be used once."

Mu Jiangyin whispered: "Sure enough, it's the protagonist's treatment. An Qing would not be so lucky."

Since spirit bodies can be drawn on this scroll, there is no need to use real people.

Xuanyuanhong opened the barrier covering Yunlijiu's soul, and according to what Mu Jiangyin said, introduced Yunlijiu's soul into the scroll.

The blue flames flowed into the painting, and it became Yun Lijiu's appearance, just like what they saw when they were doing Wang Cheng's mission together.

Yun Lijiu was dressed in white, with long hair snaking down the ground, with a trace of confusion on her face, and her brows were slightly frowned.

Even though it is a sub-painting, he is also vivid in the painting, and the details are very moving.

Yun Lijiu's soul entered the "Taixu Painting Scroll", and the rest was to draw a new spirit body.

Xuanyuanhong said: "My painting skills are not superb..."

Qi Wuyi and Jiang Ruohua also stared wide-eyed.

The two of them have a sword master and a martial artist, and none of them can draw.

Xuanyuanhong said: "The number one painter in the heavens is still in seclusion, and he will be able to leave the seclusion in three years..."

It is impossible for Mu Jiangyin to wait for three years, he can wait for three days at most!

Mu Jiangyin didn't blink her eyes, and directly drew a stick figure on the screen.

"This?!" Xuanyuanhong was stunned.

Qi Wuyi covered his head, he knew that this person was uneasy and kind!

Jiang Ruohua's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it, and blurted out: "Is this okay?"

Mu Jiangyin saw that villain playing with his match body on the spot, so he didn't go to Yun Lijiu at all, thinking that this was not good enough.

After all, it takes a spirit body willing to help Yun Lijiu transfer the nightmare.

So he drew a circle on the stickman's torso, and wrote a line of small characters inside the circle: To live is for Yunlijiu.

Jiang Ruohua didn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Qi Wuyi was unable to complain anymore.

Xuanyuanhong felt that it was too perfunctory: "Is this not okay?"

Mu Jiangyin pointed at the villain and said, "Where can't it be?"

The stick figure in the picture has already started to move by itself. At this moment, it is holding Yun Lijiu's sleeve with its thick fingerless hand, and is talking to him.

Yun Lijiu in the picture seemed to be quite shocked by the stick figure, and looked at the line of small characters hanging on the stick figure with displeasure.

Jiang Ruohua couldn't help but said: "Yun Lijiu doesn't like this stick figure, he's about to draw his sword..."

With lightning speed, Mu Jiangyin marked five words on top of the stickman's head: Mu Jiangyin trumpet.

The three onlookers outside the scroll were stunned.

Yun Lijiu in the scroll was also stunned.

Mu Jiangyin twitched her lips: "Soul Painter, I know this best!"