Jade bone ice muscle

In order to find out where the dragon's veins are, Yu Wuque picked a small part of the ancient vines cut from the water veins and made them into induction lanterns. He didn't expect to find anything from them.

After all, He Bugui said that the ancient vine seemed to be planted specially for the water vein by the ancestors of the Hua family. He brought the Shangqing Temple with him, and he only took a fluke mentality. Who would have thought that there would be a reaction.

Yu Wuque carried the lantern and walked all the way into the deep forest.

After walking for about half an hour, I finally found the same vine in a lush evergreen forest.

The intertwined vines broke through the ground and climbed up, tightly hugging the thick roots like city pillars. They seemed to be part of the Evergreen. Unlike those found near Jiangling City, the vine roots here are thick and the branches and leaves are plump, obviously full of vitality , especially growing together with Evergreen, even the color is the same.

If it weren't for the induction of the Guteng lamp, it would not be seen at all.

Being here, the light suddenly brightened, Yu Wuque casually picked up a section to explore, the spiritual power was pure and clean, even if it was only a thin strand, it was different from other places.

He drew a knife and cut off a small piece, wrapped it up, and wrote a letter hastily. As soon as the sparrow was called, he heard a thick "dong" from a distance.

"Boom-"

Then came the second sound, and the third sound.

Until the ninth ringing of the bell, countless birds flew away in the eternal green forest. I wonder if these little spirits can also hear the anxiety and solemnity from the ringing of the bell, and feel that the catastrophe is approaching. .

Yu Wuque's expression changed.

Nine bells ring, which means that something important has happened in the temple, and the disciples are urgently called to gather in front of the mountain gate to listen to the matter.

The major event that can happen now is nothing more than Xiaoyao Ting who is staring at the foot of the mountain. Yu Wuque dared not delay, and after letting the sparrow fly with the letter, he also rushed to the mountain gate.

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The white jade platform in front of the Shanmen Hall has been crowded with disciples of Shangqing Temple, standing with green robes and jade crowns holding swords.

Outside the stone square, there are all disciples of the Xiaoyao Court who are handsome and beautifully decorated with beaded shoes. The four strong men standing in the front are carrying a chaise longue. Lying on the chair, he stretched his legs and looked at everyone in the workshop leisurely.

The light veil floated, unable to cover the snow-white thighs below the head, and the beautiful and plump body appeared and disappeared from time to time, forcing the disciples who practiced Taoism to look at their eyes, nose, nose and heart, and did not dare to lift their heads.

I'm afraid that if I take one more look, my soul will be taken away by the witch.

Zhang Yinyin was fed grapes and served wine at the same time. She looked really carefree and happy, and she didn't see the other party's intention to make a sword, but the atmosphere was suffocating.

Because Zhang Yinyin is telling a story.

Tell a story of ingratitude and ingratitude.

Yu Wuque's ears felt callused after hearing this story, he squeezed away the crowd and went around behind Mu Qingjun, but he never saw Daoist Lingyu and Yue Tingfang.

"Where did you go?" Seeing him hurrying, Mu Qingjun pulled him back and asked, "Did you see Tingfang?"

"Just wanted to ask Mu Qingjun, just now I was practicing sword in the back mountain, and I rushed over when I heard the sound of the bell." Yu Wuque said, "Isn't it a month? It's only been half a month, why is Zhang Yinyin Is it coming?"

"Who knows what she wants to do." Mu Qingjun said, "I heard from the disciples of Shangqingguan that Xiaoyaoting came up on the right path, and the disciples who wanted to block the way along the way were all fainted and sent up. Come in, just use your mouth there."

"Have you seen blood?" Yu Wuque asked while touching the hilt of his sword.

"No." Mu Qingjun looked serious, "It's because they didn't, and they refused to enter the palace, so they can't be kicked out in the name of trespassing on Shangqing Temple." When they were brought up in the sedan chair, there was not a piece of skin missing or a drop of blood. After coming up, they only told stories at the gate of the stone workshop, and never saw each other in battle.

At this time, whoever shines the sword first loses a step.

Yu Wuque looked around from afar and asked, "There are people from the Blood Abyss Hall."

"More than that." Mu Qingjun tucked his hands in his sleeves, pointing to the crowd and introducing them one by one.

The sects attached to the prison sect, the neutral sects, and even the small fairy sects who don't know the situation and think that they will be deceived if there is any talk. Although these immortal sects are under the rule of Tianji Palace, they have no sense of existence and no combat effectiveness. There are all kinds of fairy sects, big and small, with a maximum of two people in each faction.

Yu Wuque suddenly realized: "Such a small number of people have come, and they are not reinforcements at all. Zhang Yinyin's move is just to trample on the reputation of Shangqing Temple, and it doesn't matter whether these people intervene or not."

"You are willing to use your brain more now, not bad." Mu Qingjun took the opportunity to praise, "After the story is told, if there is any evidence to prove that what she said is true, then no matter today or half a month later, Xiaoyaoting will go straight to the court. Clear view, can be regarded as justifiable."

It can be said that Xiaoyaoting took every step within the rules and legal principles, and did not leave room for others to make irresponsible remarks. Half a month has passed. Originally, this matter was a private grievance between the two factions and could be resolved through private communication. Shangqingguan has not come forward until now, and insisted on dragging the gaffe to the point of making it public.

Yu Wuque clenched his fists: "It's already this time, why hasn't Daoist Lingyu come out yet!"

As soon as the words fell, the disciples of Shangqing Temple naturally separated from each other, and Yue Tingfang walked out slowly, supporting one arm of Daoist Lingyu.

Lingyu's complexion was not good, it could be seen that his right foot seemed to be injured, and he couldn't walk steadily. Yue Tingfang hadn't seen him for a few days, and he lost a lot of weight. He only glanced at Yu Wuque and Mu Qingjun, and said nothing. Follow Lingyu to go forward.

Yu Wuque was a little worried: "Tingfang's expression is different. Daoist Lingyu is not pretending to be sick. Guess Mu Qingjun, what will Zhang Yinyin do?"

"I don't want to guess what the witch is thinking." After Mu Qingjun was disgusted, he warned, "Wu Que, listen carefully, Xiaoyao Court has only relied on one mouth so far, which is hard to convince. Show evidence, if the evidence is against Yue Tingfang, you must not be impulsive to protect each other."

Yu Wuque was not willing to obey, and said angrily: "But if they dare to hurt people, how can I not protect them!"

"Nonsense!" Mu Qingjun glared at him, "If you dare to hurt my Tianji Palace disciple, naturally you can't just sit idly by. Other than that, you need to calm down."

Yu Wuque let out a muffled "Hmm", seeing Yue Tingfang and Taoist Lingyu walking down the stone square, his heart was in his throat, and the palm of the sword hilt was sweating, afraid that the other party would not say anything. Daoyi was caught off guard and hurt his good brother.

Just as nervous as him were the disciples of Shangqing Temple, but Daoist Lingyu still had a calm and breezy expression. He greeted the representatives of the Xianmen in front of the workshop one by one, and generously invited them to join the temple for a chat.

"No need." Zhang Yinyin then put away her boneless tricks, straightened her slender waist, and said with a smile, "I'm telling the story again, I'm afraid some people are tired of hearing it, but I won't tell it here. You still refuse to come out to meet me. Dare to ask the boss, when will Zhou Xuanqing be handed over?"

Dao Lingyu said: "Xuanqing is my disciple, and the punishment for mistakes should also come from Shangqing."

"Well, there's no rush for this matter, anyway, there's still half a month left, and Daoist Lingyu can seriously consider whether to give it to me." Zhang Yinyin said, "I promised to keep my promise for one month, come today, It’s just to open everyone’s eyes.”

After she finished speaking, she fixed her eyes on Yue Tingfang, and the Golden Protector of Blood Abyss Hall took the opportunity to say: "Sect Master Zhang, everything you say is unsubstantiated. Be convinced."

"That's natural. There is no evidence. If you pour dirty water on the clean and upright Taoist sect, isn't it true that I am a witch? If there is evidence, the little girl is just a poor person who comes to beg for justice. You all have to make decisions for me. " Zhang Yinyin covered her mouth and smiled.

"Cough." Jin Hufa urged, "If you have a grievance, the people present will make the decision for you. If Zongzhu Zhang has something to say, let's speak quickly."

Zhang Yinyin pointed to Yue Tingfang and said: "People who cultivate my Acacia sect have different physiques, and you all know that. And we sisters are all direct disciples of the former suzerain, and our physiques are particularly special.

Because of practicing the secret method of non-transmission, it is not only a "cauldron" that gathers thousands of pets, but also an inexhaustible "stove". "

The disciples of Shangqing Temple were a little dazed, while the other complicated sects started discussing unexpectedly.

Regardless of men and women, as long as they have practiced the Acacia sect, they can use the method of picking yin and nourishing yang or picking yang and nourishing yin to enhance their own skills. This method is to use the female partner or face head as a "stove" and yourself as a "cauldron" to absorb the soul of the other party. Strength, generally there are only two types of physique, one is born to be a cauldron or one is born to be a furnace, but as Zhang Yinyin said, after practicing the secret method, one can become a furnace at the same time.

In other words, if such a person has practiced the Mahayana, he may be used as an inexhaustible "stove" by a more powerful person.

"The holy aunt Wu Jiujiu of this sect is extremely talented. She entered the Mahayana realm more than ten years ago. Zhou Xuanqing was only a golden core monk at that time. It is absolutely impossible to force her to be a furnace." Zhang Yinyin's eyes were sharp, and her words Resoundingly, "Unless the holy lady is willing."

Someone said: "How is this possible!"

Wu Jiujiu's reputation is well known, among the women in the Xiaoyao Court, who is not a man who is obsessed with lust and looks, they have to have the first-class appearance and first-class aptitude in the world to get into their eyes. That Zhou Xuanqing was ordinary-looking, With mediocre qualifications and not very outstanding character, how could he let the holy lady who was once the most beautiful and beautiful woman commit herself to him.

"Of course it's not because of this man." Zhang Yinyin said disdainfully, "Zhou Xuanqing's relationship with the holy aunt is just a drinking partner when looking for fun. Who cares about him at dawn. Men are like clothes. It's not good to change this one." , My disciples have always been like this, I hate that Zhou Xuanqing secretly colluded with the people of Yaowang Valley, prepared a strange medicine to break the golden body of my school's refuge son, and made the holy aunt pregnant. I can only betray my master and hide in the deep mountains and old forests to give birth to him."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yinyin raised her hand, and Xiaoyaoting's disciple threw out an old man.

Zhang Yinyin said: "Tell me, what good deeds have you done?"

"My...your..." the old man said in a low voice, "I used to make medicine to break Xiaoyaoting's secret recipe for avoiding children."

This person's rank in Yaowang Valley is not low, and he looked honest and honest, but now he was shaking like chaff, knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty.

In order to find this person out, Zhang Yinyin spent a lot of effort. On the one hand, she used the excuse of fighting for favor, and found people all over the world to dispense the medicine on the grounds that she had to get the head pregnant. An expert who is also familiar with the cultivation methods of the Hehuan Sect, searched both ways, and finally got a private contact from the Yaowanggu.

And the medicine that this person dispensed was completely aimed at the medicine that Xiaoyao Ting forced the female disciple to drink when he entered the school. In this way, Zhang Yinyin directly arrested him.

After torture, the man finally spat.

Back then Zhou Xuanqing asked him to prepare it, and it was through the research of the child-avoiding medicine he brought that he came up with this prescription.

Zhou Xuanqing didn't reveal who it was used on, the pharmacist only knew that she was also a woman from Xiaoyaoting.

The pharmacist handed Taoist Master Lingyu a stack of yellowed papers, on which were the fertility medicine he had prepared, as well as the prescription for avoiding the child, and the handwriting of the prescription was exactly Zhou Xuanqing's handwriting.

Daoist Lingyu knew nothing about this matter, this prescription is like a bowl of black ink, which will be completely blackened after a hundred years of innocence.

Yue Tingfang felt chills all over his body.

Zhang Yinyin asked suspiciously: "Master Lingyu looks at me like this, does he think that what I said is all lies?"

Ling Yu said: "Sect Master Zhang has a plausible statement, and there must be evidence."

"Then am I right?" Zhang Yinyin said, "Zhou Xuanqing made medicine to break Bizijin's body, and forced the holy aunt to give birth to the child. You really don't know what happened after that?"

Daoist Lingyu shook his head: "It's not that I don't know everything. It's strange that Xuanqing's cultivation has skyrocketed. I asked about it."

Yue Tingfang's heart sank.

Daoist Lingyu, who was as tall as a pine tree, lowered his head in a rare way at this time.

He thought of the drastic changes that had happened to his junior brother after he went down the mountain, from obscurity to high-spirited, and then suddenly lost his mind. He learned from nonsense that there was a poor child left outside the mountain. In the process, he knew that his junior brother had done heinous deeds.

Daoist Lingyu forced Zhou Xuanqing to tell the truth many times, and pieced together an unbearable past from the intermittent confession.

After Wu Jiujiu became pregnant, Zhou Xuanqing waited on him all the time. It was not because he was eager for his father and loved the mother and child, but because he already knew that Wu Jiujiu's "stove" did not voluntarily sacrifice except forcibly, but it can pass childbirth. , passed from mother to baby.

With Zhou Xuanqing's capabilities, it is almost impossible to kill Wu Jiujiu and take the stove. Even if the holy aunt is pregnant, the difference in cultivation is a world of difference.

So when he administered the medicine, he made up his mind that when the holy lady gave birth, he would personally take the life of his own child and take away the stove.

But Wu Jiujiu also saved a hand, mother and child are connected, which mother didn't make every plan for her child, she sealed [-]% of the spiritual power of the stove before giving birth, and transformed it into an indestructible barrier for body protection , to protect the child from harm.

Sure enough, on the day the child was born, Zhou Xuanqing acted in a frenzy. Taking advantage of the fact that the aunt was weak and the stove was about to be lost, he beat the person until he was left breathless. When he saw that he was going to cut the baby's abdomen, the aunt told the stove that the stove would only be dug out. If the child dies, the remaining [-]% will go underground with him, and no one will get it.

Before his death, Wu Jiujiu yelled angrily, "If you dare to touch a single hair of my child, you will never get anything again. When you come underground, we mother and son will not let you go even if we are ghosts."

Zhou Xuanqing's greed has become a demon, and he has no humanity anymore. He carefully recalled Wu Jiujiu's last words, as long as the child's life is saved, the cultivation of the stove may be taken away.

So he took away the child and Wu Jiujiu's body. It is not known where Wu Jiujiu was buried, but the child was raised in the mountains by himself for two years, soaked in various poisons and gold water, and practiced countless times. Fa, suffering all kinds of physical and mental torture, dying with only half of his life left hanging.

Finally, Zhou Xuanqing took out the three success methods from his son's body.

If he hadn't been caught by Wu Jiujiu's tricks, he took the tyranny so much that he became obsessed, and Daoist Lingyu beat him seriously after he found out and locked him in the palace, that child would have been squeezed dry by various potions and formations into a bone.

Daoist Lingyu went to the deep mountains to pick up the child himself, and raised him as his own son.

"I can undo the seal of the stove. The child inherits the physique of a holy aunt. He is both a "stove" and a tripod. You can know it once you test it. If you bring Zhou Xuanqing here and try the source of spiritual power in his body, it is the same person. Favorable evidence. "Zhang Yinyin's smile faded away, and her tone was mournful, "Yue Tingfang, although you have never seen her, the child is always the heart and soul of the mother, and the furnace is her gift to you. "

Zhang Yinyin waved at him: "Come on, I'll give you a big gift for the holy aunt now. I don't talk about justice, just for love. She will let you live with her life. You should accept it."

Yue Tingfang was stunned for a long time, his thoughts were still in a mess, and he had already stepped forward: "Okay."

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