Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 226 "I'm Still Alive"

Not to mention watching Yan Xiaotang secretly with their spiritual sense, even if Yan Xiaotang asked them to watch, they would definitely not dare.

The old man took the leaf with both hands, and put it from his forehead into his own sea of ​​consciousness. This leaf was connected with the Hehuang peach tree in Yan Xiaotang's sea of ​​consciousness. As soon as Yan Xiaotang thought, the leaf took root in the purple mansion of the old man's sea of ​​consciousness. Once the root system has grown, it will be difficult to get it.

The old man said: "Thank you, senior." When he lowered his head, he didn't notice his sinister expression reflected on the ice on the ground.

Yan Xiaotang pretended not to see it, waved his avatar and sprinkled a few leaves, one for each person, and the others were honest, without Yan Xiaotang saying a word, they all put the leaves in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing them press their foreheads one by one, lest they make her unhappy and cause disaster, Yan Xiaotang should have been extremely proud of their trembling looks, but she didn't feel the slightest bit of satisfaction.

She looked at Bo Xi's forehead, a few thin black lines outlined the veins of a leaf, and she didn't know when they appeared. She couldn't look carefully when she was in Yicheng, and she didn't even ask a question. I don't know if it's regret or something else, but my chest is sore and swollen.

Xi Yang said that Bo Xi would not die, but he didn't say how to save him, so Yan Xiaotang had no choice but to catch a dead mouse like a blind cat, and would not let anyone who thought it had anything to do with it.

Jishu City belongs to the Taiji Dao Palace. There are more than 28 mortals and nearly [-] cultivators of various types. Among the cultivators, there are [-] human cultivators and [-] demon cultivators...

"...The two thousand four hundred and seventy one ghost cultivators have all been incorporated into the household registration."

The old man who spoke was Xia Ying, the master of the Tai Chi Dao Palace, who was 390 years old, and his life expectancy was premature. According to him, he had the opportunity to eat a thousand-year-old Zhicao, so he was still alive.

Hearing the thousand-year-old zhicao, Yan Xiaotang's heart was moved. When she asked, it was rare. She didn't believe it, so she asked someone from Tai Chi to bring the ancient jade slips of the spirit flower and lingcao. They were hundreds of thick and piled up on one side of the table. It's the same as the hill on the case.

Two hours had passed since Xia Ying knelt down and called her senior.

What she is in is no longer the messy streets in the city, but the "palace" built by Tai Chi Dao with 47 cloud platforms and 770 nine pavilions. There are brocades everywhere, bead curtains hanging down, and even the smoke from the furnace seems to be scattered. To get broken gold, every breath costs countless money—it's not like the fairy family sect she imagined, but rather like a luxurious and extravagant prince's palace.

However, Xia Ying is quite self-cultivated, and he didn't let the Taoist palace pile up gold and jade, showing a vulgar look. He planted spiritual flowers in the room, and introduced living springs, which relieved a lot of extravagance.

This kind of exhaustive enjoyment was not comparable to Qingyi's royal palace before, but it did not make Yan Xiaotang dumbfounded. In terms of treasures, she has countless: Luofu Dream Break, Earth Spirit Stone Fire, No Tomb Mace, Sun, Moon, and Star Spiritual Qi Condensation into spar.Bo Xi also has Han Qiong Xianque's most precious treasure, the Suzaku Golden Flame, and that doesn't include him.

Throwing anything at will will make people crazy, it is a world of difference from the time when they escaped from Lutai Mountain, but Yan Xiaotang would rather go back to that time... She pinched her palm to stop herself from thinking wildly, and asked, "Ghost cultivator?"

Xia Ying and the others regarded her as coming from the Upper Realm, and they seemed to have seen someone like her before. Hearing her question, she showed a smile of "that's the right question", and explained with an apologetic smile: "The Scarlet Plain is no better than the Upper Realm. It was established by the exiles from the upper realm, and slowly continued into what it is today. If the upper realm does not allow it, then..."

Having said that, the kneeling people raised their heads one after another, trying to gauge Yan Xiaotang's joy and anger.

Yan Xiaotang sneered: "I might as well tell you, I only have alchemy cultivation."

Xia Ying has a strange face.

Yan Xiaotang said again: "If you want to die, you can try it."

It is impossible to keep her cultivation state hidden forever, instead of hiding it and becoming a variable, it is better to directly reveal it.

Xia Ying's complexion was colorful, thinking of Jie Lei for a while, thinking of the cultivator who was driven mad by the sword intent, and thinking of the spiritual consciousness of the girl sitting above him.

Don't dare to mess with it, for now.

Xia Ying bowed her head and said, "Don't dare, senior..."

Yan Xiaotang stopped him: "Don't call me senior, firstly you put your age here, and secondly I don't want to be called old by you."

"Then, how should I address you?" Xia Ying smiled apologetically.

Yan Xiaotang said casually, "Fourth Young Master."

"Ah?" Xia Ying thought she had misheard, raised her head to look, and met Yan Xiaotang's gaze, was startled, and hurriedly lay back and said, "Yes."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about ghost repair in detail."

Speaking of Sishi, the Taiji Dao Palace has its own spiritual tool to record the time, but the chime sounds long and long, but it is still dark outside.

Xia Ying saw it and explained: "There are only two seasons in Chizhiyuan, one is winter and the other is summer. There is no day in winter and no night in summer. Winter has only entered half a month ago, and it will start snowing in about ten days. It won't be long until the summer, and the summer is as hot as a furnace, and the ground is full of smoke."

Among the kneeling people, there were demon cultivators and ghost cultivators, but Yan Xiaotang didn't feel any strangeness, because if you don't use your spiritual sense to see them, they all look like humans, some are handsome, some are ugly, some are fat, some are Thin—it was not until I heard this sentence that I suddenly felt complicated.

This is really a world that has nothing to do with the Four Immortals. No one will look at Bo Xi with vicious eyes. As long as he can be saved, as long as... this can be done.

At the end of the conversation, Yan Xiaotang collected the hundreds of jade slips and got up to leave. She turned back to speak after she had arranged for Boxi earlier. She deliberately didn't go to recuperate immediately. She wanted people like Tai Chi Dao to take a look at the injuries. She doesn't care.

In the hall of the Tai Chi Dao Palace, there is a passage behind the top seat, separated by a bead curtain. Xia Ying let the main stage in the Dao Palace be used by Yan Xiaotang to practice. Go directly to the second gimbal behind.Walking to the beaded curtain, the servant girl raised the beaded curtain, and there was a burst of pleasant clear voice, Yan Xiaotang didn't go in, stood still, and said to someone: "Come out, you watch for me."

Xia Ying thought Yan Xiaotang was talking to him, opened his mouth and was about to agree, when he felt dark in front of his eyes, as if the lights in the palace were all turned off, when he suddenly heard screams from behind, he looked up again, and saw a picture of a giant black beast A pair of golden pupils stared at him with the look of sizing up prey.

Xia Ying's nerves snapped with a "bang".

Yan Xiaotang said: "It's called Hehuang. If you need anything, you can tell it. I'll keep it outside. You and others are not allowed to cross the boundary."

Even Xia Ying was so frightened that he wanted to pee, and the others were even more unbearable. He Huang was not quite like a wood spirit, but now he has grown into a look that is not easy to mess with. The original shape is not half as big as it, but it is between the virtual and the real, relying on Yan Xiaotang's spiritual realm can be arrogant, looking at its appearance, he actually regards Xia Ying, an old man in the Nascent Soul stage, as a toy.

Xia Ying wanted to cry but had no tears, planting leaves in the sea of ​​knowledge was not enough, but to keep such a big guy "outside", it was too bullying.

Yan Xiaotang didn't care if Tai Chi practitioners would be frightened by Hehuang or not, she took several tens of feet, like a wisp of reddish smoke across the promenade and steps, and returned to the back of the cloud platform as quickly as possible.

In just a few hours, the outside of the building was frozen. Outside the whole building, the eaves were covered with grounded icicles, and even sharp and long ice thorns appeared on the red pillars. Yan Xiaotang walked into the half-height ice In the fog, even the heart and lungs were frozen in an instant.

Such a cold air, such as Sanpin and He Yang, could not be ignored, and it could be regarded as a barrier to protect Boxi, more reliable than Luo Fu Meng Duan.

Every time Yan Xiaotang stepped down, the cold air receded a foot. She quickly went up to the third floor. There are rooms, alchemy rooms, study rooms and so on. The upper floors are smaller than the first floor. They are called buildings, but they are actually towers, and they have another name, Fanlu.

When the bead curtain was lifted, countless pieces of ice fell, but the bed was only covered with a thin layer of frost, which was far less severe than the cold air outside.

Yan Xiaotang took out a piece of star sand spar, put it in her mouth, pressed it under her tongue, and slowly melted it with her true energy. Her injury was actually serious. The tribulation thunder was prepared for those who ascended during the tribulation period, even if it only leaked A few of them were broken up by the Broken Bone Lock Soul Prison, which almost killed her.

In order to recover as quickly as possible, Yan Xiaotang did not ask Xia Ying for the panacea, but directly used the spar brought out from Yicheng.

Using star sand to heal wounds, if other cultivators know about this, I'm afraid they won't believe that someone is so reckless. Nothing matters.

She knelt down on the couch and crushed countless frost needles. The couch was big and very thick and soft. When she knelt down, Bo Xi, who was sleeping in the middle, was brought to tilt her head towards her. Yan Xiaotang almost thought that he was moving, so she hurriedly held her breath, smiled bitterly after a while, pressed hard on her chest a few times, then leaned down, squeezed his mouth open very carefully, and put a piece of Moon Spirit under his tongue Jing Shi, no matter whether it works or not, she will try all methods.

If it had been in the past, Bo Xi would have opened her hand with an angry expression on his face. Yan Xiaotang suddenly had a mischievous thought. Anyway, he can't object now, so he has the right to charge some interest.

She pinched Bo Xi's chin, and was about to bow her head to kiss him, when she suddenly stopped and said to herself, "Yan Xiaotang, you're not so cowardly."

Then she didn't even take off her boots, got into the brocade quilt, hugged Bo Xi sideways, leaned her head on his shoulder, and immediately disarmed her extremely exhausted body and spirit, and fell into a dark, half-drowsy sleep.

After a while, something under Yan Xiaotang's arm lighted up slightly, and a palm-sized flame burst out from Bo Xi's body. After rolling a few times on the brocade quilt, it gradually struggled out of shape—a golden flame. Suzaku has a single feather on its head, down feathers on its chest, and three thin flames on its tail, which it flicks when it moves.

With such a cute appearance, after raising her neck and "clucking" a few times, what came out was the voice of a middle-aged woman:
"……I'm alive……"

(End of this chapter)