One Curtain Wind Moon Nine Heavens

Chapter 449
Originally, even if there was no sound inside, Yuan Zhao didn't intend to keep the evil items, especially those of unknown origin.

In these years, she was either practicing or reading in Xianyunzong. I have read many classics such as "Atlas of Divine Soldiers" and "Story of Foreign Objects", but I have not seen any records related to this thing.

Where did it come from?Is the evil spirit inside dead or pretending to be dead?Or hide and wait?

If she wanted to know the truth, she could input a ray of spiritual consciousness into the clock to find out the situation.However, she didn't know anything about the details and efficacy of this clock. If the input spiritual consciousness was attacked and swallowed by the evil spirits inside to nourish the wound, wouldn't she be at a loss?

It is better to be in awe of the unknown and take precautions than to make up for it afterwards.

If it is said to be used for oneself, it is unnecessary.

As the saying goes, the Tao is in the heart, and there is no point in seeking far away.As long as she practiced diligently and strengthened her skills, no treasures of heaven and earth and magic tools would be able to trap her.And vice versa, no magic weapon can break the restriction she arranged.

Unless it is used as her toy, there is no need to keep it.

For such an unknown object, it is even more impossible to leave it to Qinghe and Hongyao.In case they are not strong-willed, and there are still evil things hidden inside, they will be affected and used at any time.

For the sake of safety, it is safest to let it disappear.

After thinking about it for a while, she increased the intensity of the fire, trying to burn the iron bell to ashes.It burned for more than two hours, and it was almost dawn. Apart from being refined into golden red, the thing was intact on the outside, but it made her very tired.

She can't practice anymore, and the loss of her spiritual power will put her in danger, and the gain outweighs the loss.

After confirming again and again that there was no living thing in the bell, the karmic fire was put away.

As for its origin, we will find out when we return to Xianyunzong.But at the moment, the iron clock is burnt golden red, if you want to put the spirit mustard, you must wait for it to cool down, otherwise the heat of the clock body will burn the treasure inside.

When things are used, she hates less. It seems that she needs to find some containers for rare treasures.Either refine it yourself, that's what Qinghe is good at, but it will take half a year.

They still have tasks to do right now, so they dare not slack off.

Putting the clock in front of him, he took two pills from the spirit mustard and took them.The fragrance entered the throat, swallowed, a hot current came out from the heart, spread throughout the whole body, covering all the limbs and veins of the whole body.

Sure enough, it was a good thing, she began to close her eyes to rest her mind, and quickly returned to her blood.

Tsk tsk, it's still powerful from the ancient times, and it's worthy of being the divine sword that can survive the catastrophe. On the other hand, her master has something to eat!The rivers and lakes are dangerous, so it's no wonder that the immortal sects in the world always want to plunder and plunder, at all costs, to plot the blessed land and spiritual veins of Xianyunzong.

Looking at her experience this time, she has not felt better since she came down from the mountain, and her skills have never fully recovered.

If things go on like this, her karmic fire can be used for roasting chicken at most, what kind of god is it?Time has passed, the power has been halved, and the mood is very low, and the mood is waning.

At present, she has adapted to the outside climate, and it would be best if she could find a clean place to practice during this experience.Although Xianyunzong is good, its resources are always limited.And she has the ancient body by her side, so she can practice anywhere.

The local resources are scarce, and she intruded inadvertently. It is enough for her to be used and protected by Xianyunzong for more than a hundred years.

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An hour later, exactly at the beginning of Mao, dawn broke in the sky, and the silent land gradually regained its vitality.But last night, the turbulent river has calmed down, and the river is clear, leaving only ripples, and the boatman's singing is faintly heard in the distance:

"Longevity according to the body is empty, empty is not empty, not empty is empty, who can say for sure..."

There is no bridge in the Longjiang River, and ferry boats go back and forth on weekdays.

Due to the rumor of a man-eating old dragon at the bottom of the river, I was afraid that it would not have enough to eat at night and would come out to make trouble during the day. There were no other boats except for an old man in his 50s.

"Empty is not empty, not empty is empty..."

Listening to him singing the same sentence over and over again, Xiao Yuanzhao, who closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, couldn't help laughing, and grinned silently.This is one of the lines of the song of spiritual origin, which has been recited all over the place, and he sang it for his own enjoyment.

It's interesting to listen to it for a long time, and it's not a taste.

When the old man came to the riverside, he unexpectedly saw a handsome young man sitting cross-legged on a boulder, he couldn't help but pause.

By the river in this remote mountain, which young master would sit there alone?This is certainly not the average person.The old man thought for a while, then looked at the little boy, and saw that she seemed to be awake, so he wanted to turn around and leave on tiptoe.

Dragons are not scary, but people, especially monks, are scary.

In the past, he often got nothing when he came to cross the river, and today is no different, so don't worry about it.However, just after he walked a few steps, he heard a childish voice behind him:

"Old man, please stay..."

As soon as the old man's body condensed, his already wrinkled facial features had a bitter expression, secretly calling something bad.I dare not run, so I had no choice but to turn around and take a few steps forward, then knelt down:
"The little old man doesn't know that the little fairy is here, so there is so much trouble, please forgive me, don't care about the little old man..."

"Don't be afraid, old man," the little boy opened his eyes, his big black eyes were clear and clear without any impurities, and said crisply, "I just want to ask, are you not afraid of the man-eating dragon when you come to cross every day?"

When he heard that he was asking this question, the old man suddenly became courageous and smiled:
"The little old man is ignorant. He only heard from his ancestors that dragons are auspicious beasts. How can they eat people? It's all rumors, rumors..."

His family lived in a small village seven miles away for generations, his wife tended the vegetable fields, and his children had their own families.

He rushes here every day before dawn, his legs and feet are steady, his body is very strong, and he is very happy to earn a copper coin a day.He is not afraid of death, and it is a blessing to be next to the thousand-year-old Dragon King, humming songs every day to survive the crossing.

Moreover, he has never seen the old dragon, and he has survived for thirty years, and he still doesn't know the truth of the rumors.

"Then do you want to know what is hidden under the river, is it a dragon?" The boy asked for his opinion innocently.

Uh, the old man didn't expect her to ask this question, and he was stunned.There was a moment of bewilderment on his face, and then he bowed down devoutly:
"Thank you, little fairy, but the little old man was born here, grew up here, and lived with all things here for half his life. Our ancestors have lived with them for thousands of years, why should we disturb them today? The little old man dared to plead with the little fairy show mercy."

The monks will not appear here for no reason, there must be a reason for lingering.

"You are a mortal, how do you know it has never eaten people?" The boy's tone was always gentle.

"Xiao Xianjun, my ancestors have lived here for generations, and I have never seen it eat people." The old man said quickly, "Including the people in the village, if it eats people, everyone would have run away..."

He had reason to believe that the words on the stele were written by the old dragon himself.

In order to scare away the villagers living nearby and the sentient beings coming and going.So that it can practice purely here without being disturbed.

"It makes sense." After listening to the little boy, he nodded in agreement, "Perhaps because of this, the old dragon ascended to heaven smoothly."

Eh?The old man was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the little boy puzzled.

"It's at the bottom of the river now," Xiao Yuanzhao stared at the river, his spiritual sense pierced through the bottom of the water. An old turtle with a thick shell was lying in the mud, its head slightly tilted up, and its scarlet eyes were staring at her spiritual sense sinisterly, " It's a thousand-year-old tortoise."

Last night, she wanted to sneak up on her iron bell, but was frightened by the formation under her seat, so she shrank back.

Still the same sentence, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, if she hadn't had the elixir to restore blood slightly, she really couldn't find a clean place to recuperate and live.

In other words, this Lingqiu is also a little messy.If monks are like this, how can mortals live in peace?

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