The poisonous concubine

Chapter 239 Forcing her to show up [9]

After getting Yun Qingge's soul, Feng Duwu rushed back to Langya Mountain, put the poison aside, and immediately went to read the ancient books left by Qianxue. She remembered that there was a book that talked about various methods of reshaping the real body.It took a long time to find the quotation called "All Souls Return to One". She read the whole book word by word without eating or drinking, but was disappointed to find that there was no cloud Qing at all. In the case of song, there is no record of how to cultivate faster if the spirit is attached to the flowers and plants.

She didn't have much hope at first, because practitioners know that attaching to flowers and plants, especially flowers and plants without any spiritual roots, is to imprison the soul in a place where the sun will never shine, and let the wind and rain blow. Hit, let the passing creatures trample.Proud cultivators, if they can't find a suitable body, would rather dissipate between the heaven and the earth than accept such torture.Moreover, Yun Qingge's current situation is much more complicated, because he has not reached the realm of cultivating the gods, and has not yet cultivated the primordial spirit, and his spirit is so weak that he hardly has any. If you want to reshape your real body, you will be laughed out of your mouth if you say it.

However, Feng Duwu doesn't want to give up, she believes that even if the chance is slim like finding a needle in a haystack, she will ride the wind and waves and find a solution!
"Mother, is he an old friend who gave up his life for you?" The little prince looked at his mother who was devoting herself to flipping through the classics, and knew that she was only thinking about this person. Although she was mad with jealousy, she still didn't show it. come out.

"Baby, he is mother's elder brother. You will call him Uncle Yun in the future." Feng Duwu looked at the well-behaved son, reached out to touch his cold eggshell, and the phoenix eyes flowed softly.

"Mother, the weeds he attaches to have no spiritual roots, so they can't reshape his real body at all." The little prince looked at his mother with his watery and sparkling phoenix eyes.

"Is there really no way?" Feng Duwu had been forcing herself to build confidence, and her son's voice began to waver, but the wavering was only for a moment. She looked at the little prince firmly, "As long as you have the heart, nothing is impossible in this world." No matter what, Mother will never give up."

"Mother, he can't cultivate, he can only rely on external force to grow and maintain his life, unless you strip his spirit from the grass." The little prince said to Feng Duwu, "but his spirit is too weak to withstand even a trace of it. If the external force is forcibly stripped, he will only be scattered."

"Are you trying to persuade mother to give up?" I have to say, the little prince's words made Feng Duwu extremely powerless. She knew that the little prince had the inheritance of the dragon clan, and he knew much more than her mother.

"Mother, do you really want to save you at all costs?" The little prince looked at his mother fixedly.

Feng Duwu looked down at his son's clear and light eyes, and said softly: "Baby, your Uncle Yun did this for the sake of your mother. This is what my mother owed him, and my mother must pay it back."

"Since it is the debt owed by mother, the child also has a part to repay for mother." The little prince's voice was still soft and waxy, but his tone was extremely firm, "Mother, I can change its nature and make this plant The wild grass cleans the tendons and cuts the marrow, so that it has spiritual roots, and at the same time it can strengthen his soul body."

"Really?" Feng Duwu's eyes lit up, but she quickly calmed down. She looked at the little prince worriedly, "Is there any hindrance to you?"

"Mother, I don't want to lie to you." The little prince said frankly, "In the whole world, only children can do it. The dragon clan is nourished by the dragon spirit inside the eggshell before it breaks. Only the dragon spirit can cleanse the waste and cut the marrow, and if the child consumes the dragon spirit, it will delay growth."

"Delayed growth?" Feng Duwu shook his head, "Mother doesn't allow you to hurt yourself, you are all people whom Mother cares about, Mother doesn't want any of you to be hurt."

"Mother, the baby will be fine." The little prince persuaded his mother softly, "He is already very weak now, Xiaobai can't nourish him at all, if we don't change the weeds, he will really disappear in a short time."

If he didn't know that Yun Qingge's soul would not last long, he would not have made such a sacrifice. If Long Ling was lost, his cultivation base would be greatly reduced, and the day when he broke his shell would be indefinitely far away. Postpone, to break the shell smoothly, you must get a chance.And he can't stay inside the eggshell forever, and before the energy in the eggshell deteriorates, he must break the shell, otherwise he will be suffocated to death in the eggshell.But all this is insignificant compared to the sadness of the mother.And he didn't want anyone to have more place in his mother's heart than him!
"No." She was reluctant to part with her son, who was dear to her heart, "Don't lie to me."

"Mother, my son has never lied. If you don't let your son wash his muscles and marrow for five days, he will be powerless." The little prince said seriously.

"Mother is a little tired and wants to rest, you go and play with Gu Gu and the others." Feng Duwu was very confused, she believed the little prince's words, but she couldn't let her son take risks.

"Master..." When Gu Gu heard Feng Duwu's words, he couldn't help crying.

He doesn't want to play with His Highness, because every time he is played by His Highness!

"Mother, you will change your mind." The little prince left only this sentence, and wrapped his mournful bones with Yuanli and left.

The little prince was suffocated because of his mother, and the poor bone made a sandbag again.

There were no five days, but only three days. Feng Duwu understood why the little prince was so sure that she would change her mind, because on the third day, the weed that Yun Qingge was attached to looked at Ku Rong, seeing that the edge of the original green grass was glowing. The dazzling withered yellow color made Feng Duwu panicked.

"Master, His Highness is the only way to save Young Master Yun, and only Your Highness can save Young Master Yun." Even the bones had to say it to Feng Duwu.

He is the purest ancient unicorn blood, and he also has the unicorn's inheritance. The dragon spirit in the shell broke out, and Yun Qingge had no choice but to die.

"Tell me honestly, without Longling, what would happen to Eggy?" Intuition told Feng Duwu that her son had something to hide from her.

Bones suddenly felt a chill on his neck. Although the little prince was not in the space, he could feel the little prince's gaze staring at him from a place he couldn't see. If he dared to say one more word, he probably wouldn't want to see it again. Tomorrow's sunrise.

So he said: "Your Highness did not deceive you."

(End of this chapter)