Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 243 What kind of monster has become?

After that, the interval between Bo Xi's waking up gradually shortened, and he seemed unable to do anything, but Yan Xiaotang knew that he was working hard just because of the prolongation of the waking time.

But in this way, feeding blood is not easy.

Yan Xiaotang didn't want Bo Xi to know, so he could only wait for him to fall asleep every time. If things went on like this, it would not be a solution, and he had to find another way, otherwise one day the cup just touched his lips, and when he opened his eyes and saw it, he was afraid that Yan Xiaotang would be taken away. Be an evil cultivator.

"Sanfen, come here."

The snow outside was getting thicker and thicker, and all the ditches in the city were filled. When many people opened their doors, the ground outside the door was two feet higher than the inside, with ice underneath and snow on top, creating a new layer of ground.It was even colder in Yuli Palace, Yan Xiaotang was leaning against a five-foot-high floor heater, and there were countless jade slips scattered around her.

Qingqing and Huihui gathered around the other stove in the room, and Sanfen sent some items that might be used, and as soon as they put down the things, Yan Xiaotang called him, and hurried over.

"What orders does the fourth son have?"

Yan Xiaotang didn't sit upright like other female cultivators, but she didn't feel frivolous either. She put one leg on the edge of the opposite table and crossed one leg, and threw a piece of jade slip over.

"Where can I get the widows and children mentioned here?"

Sanfen quickly glanced at the contents of the jade slip, and carefully replied: "This thing, we usually call it blood pomegranate, it needs to be watered with blood, and it will become addictive after eating. There should be."

Yan Xiaotang said: "I see that the jade slips say that it is not good to replace other people's blood, and it needs to use one person's blood from the time of seeding, so that the fruit produced can retain all the essence in this person's blood? "

"That is to say, the seeds can also be obtained, but even a cultivator like you does not have so much blood to raise a blood pomegranate. The blood is not enough, and the blood pomegranate will not bear fruit. The blood is enough. , people will die.”

"Don't worry about it, go and get the seeds, will Qingqing and Huihui know how to plant them?" Yan Xiaotang looked towards the two little sweet potato spirits.

Those two thought that Yan Xiaotang was going to use their blood to nourish the pomegranate, their little faces turned pale with fright.

Sanfen also looked at them, and said seriously: "Their cultivation is too low."

Yan Xiaotang was stunned: "Who wants to take their blood? I use my own, I just ask if they can grow it?"

Qingqing and Huihui were immediately happy, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

Sanfen said: "There is nothing they can't grow yet, so please wait a moment, Fourth Young Master, I'll go get blood pomegranate seeds."

Yan Xiaotang waved his hand, and Sanfen went down.

After a while, Qingqing and Huihui, who were roasting on the fire, came to their senses: "The fourth son wants to use his own blood to nourish the pomegranate? You can't do it! Even if the fourth son is better than us, he can't recover from meditation and will die. of!"

Yan Xiaotang grinned: "Be careful with the fire that roasts you, I will eat you when it is cooked."

The two took it seriously again, and hastily moved half a foot away from the stove.

Not long after, Sanfen came back, did not close the door after entering, and stood by the door ready to speak.

Yan Xiaotang had seen it a long time ago, she held her sword finger and gestured skillfully in the seal pattern, and said without tilting her head, "I don't have time to see you."

Sanfen had no choice but to back out, flew out of Yuli Palace and flew down a hundred feet, to meet a group of people who were driving flying spirit weapons, told Yan Xiaotang what he had said, let them plead, and turned back.

Those were wealthy households in the city who raised cultivators, and they prepared a heavy gift, hoping that Yan Xiaotang would return their household registration.

Chizhiyuan has no borders between countries, only the difference between cities, one city and one lord, and they are extremely hostile to each other. However, there are many common default rules, and the household registration of the people is one of them. It is said that it is to prevent attacks. They plundered the people during the killing, and it was rumored that there was a household registration book hidden in the Palace of Death. If the city lord could not return it and wanted to relocate, no city would accept it, and the Palace of Death would not accept the soul after death.

This is why when Jishu City was at its worst, not many people ran away. Proportionally speaking, there were more cultivators running than ordinary people. After all, cultivators had more means than ordinary people.

Yan Xiaotang wanted to exchange those household registrations that were useless to her, but this precedent could not be set. As soon as it happened, Mingchun and Kecheng had been watching and waiting, and when they found her own flaws, they would bite immediately.

Sanfen is so smart, how could he not know?But he took the benefits in private, and just pretended to ask Yan Xiaotang.

Yan Xiaotang didn't give him any favors, seeing that he was doing his best, so he agreed, and the benefits of those rich households who donated three graves should be treated as her reward. Between master and servant, favors still have to be talked about. We all know that it will be more convenient to do things in the future.

Yan Xiaotang concentrated on practicing, and after a while, Sanfen, Qingqing, and Huihui buried the blood pomegranate seeds in a kind of black soil, put them on a white jade plate, and put them at her hand.

Sanfen was worried: "Fourth Young Master, why are you raising this? You must raise it. I'll pick someone for you."

Yan Xiaotang followed what the jade slips said, bit her fingertips and squeezed out blood beads, then reached Sanfen's nose first, and asked him, "Where can you find someone like me?"

Sanfen only felt a faint fishy sweet smell wafting over. It was the smell of blood, but after smelling it, he felt refreshed, and vaguely aroused the true energy in his body.

He was stunned, not understanding why Yan Xiaotang's blood essence was different.

How could Yan Xiaotang tell him Xingsha's secret, smiled, and dripped blood into the black soil.

Sanfen is still very worried: "I drop it every four hours, it will germinate in three days, it will become a tree in six days, it will bloom in nine days, it will bear fruit in twelve days, and it will take half a month for pomegranates to ripen... This is blood essence , forced out from the heart, with the most intense true energy, vitality, and yang energy, no one can bear this kind of nourishment..."

Suddenly seeing Yan Xiaotang's pale lips, Sanfen seemed to understand something, and looked towards the door behind the bead curtain in shock.

The fourth young master looked fine, could it be that he was so crazy that he was different from the others?
Just as he was thinking, there was a coughing sound coming from inside, very low and muffled, as if it took a lot of effort to cough.

Isn't there... a corpse?
Sanfen, who was half a demon and half a ghost, froze in shock.

Yan Xiaotang stood up and walked in, muttering as she walked, "That's too much? It's only a few drops." She fed Bo Xi with blood, at least one cup a day, that would be hundreds or thousands of drops of blood, this one It took two or three cups a day to feed him for many months, and it was only then that his heart was adjusted to what it is now. It seems that raising one blood pomegranate is not enough, so we need to raise a few more.

"Plant another [-] pots, and clear a room in the yard next to it for storage."

When Sanfen heard this, he was dumbfounded.

It turned out that she was really not injured, she was feeding the person inside with herself, and was that person alive or dead?
Sanfen was in a tangled mood, and at the same time was happy that Yan Xiaotang had the ability to raise so many blood pomegranates. Was this a sign of her extraordinary strength?But the other side is very worried. The matter of the soul arrest proves that the person named "Bo Xi" is obviously dead. Yan Xiaotang gave up his body and let him practice the way of ghosts. Those who are in the infant stage or above will be able to retrain and advance quickly, but she didn't choose that path.

Bo Xi's muffled cough was as if piercing the heart of the third grave, making him restless.

He didn't dare to tell anyone in the Tai Chi Dao Palace, so he asked Zi Che Dou to go to a tavern in the city.

As soon as the cotton curtain was hung and the ban was lowered, the two talked while boiling the wine.

"Brother Ziche, tell me, will the fourth son really have a way to bring people back to life?"

"I can't stop." Zi Chedou didn't think too much, and mentioned one thing, "Beside Wei, I heard that there was a fairy accompanying him, and I didn't hear that there was a resurrection after death."

Sanfen sighed: "Who knows what supernatural powers are involved in the matter of the immortal sect in the upper world, maybe the supernatural powers are different."

Although Zi Chedou was very afraid of Yan Xiaotang in his heart, he was most afraid of Wei Wuyi, and said disapprovingly, "How different are they from the same world? Wei is a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and some people rumored that his master was from the Mahayana period. of!"

Sanfen drank silently, not knowing whether to say it, hesitating.

The people in Chizhiyuan have always known that there is an upper realm, which is closer to the heavenly realm than them, and practitioners can even cultivate to fit, Mahayana, and even cross the catastrophe period.

The reason why Chizhiyuan called that world the upper realm is because Chizhiyuan has not had a body-fitting practitioner for thousands of years. As long as the old monsters dare to try to break through, they will definitely die, without exception.

There are no immortals here, and they all say that this is an extremely evil place, and the evil is so deep that the heavens do not allow them to ascend.

However, even human cultivators in the emptiness stage have a lifespan of 600 to [-] years, can call the wind and call the rain, and can't fly, which is better than a mermaid.

So talking about Mahayana practitioners is like looking up to the gods, even if it is not Wei Wuyu himself, but Wei Wuyu's master, in fact it has nothing to do with Wei Wuyu, but when I talk about it, I feel that it is omnipotent. I dare not imagine what supernatural powers can be displayed.

Therefore, Zi Chedou thought that if Wei Wuyao couldn't do it, Yan Xiaotang definitely wouldn't.

The third grave is not sure, Xia Ying is afraid that he can't raise ten pots of blood pomegranates with his own blood. The heart also shakes slightly.

After thinking for a while, I decided to say it.

"Brother Ziche, when I was in Yuli Palace today, I heard a cough."

Zi Che Dou's reaction was a little slow, and Zi Liu Zi Liu drank two sips of wine, and suddenly realized who Sanfen was talking about, the cup "cracked" and broke into several petals.

Terrified like this, Sanfen didn't intend to let him go, and said: "The fourth young master is indeed not injured, she... has been nourishing that one with blood essence."

Zi Che Dou's hands trembled - can this dead man come back to life?Is it alive...or is it some kind of monster?

After Sanfen said the words, he immediately felt a lot better, so he smacked his mouth and said, "I planted all the blood pomegranate seeds that I asked me to find yesterday. I'm afraid I don't want that person to see the blood, so I fed it with blood essence. One end is still hidden, it is unheard of to be spoiled, hey, when I entered the Taoist palace, I wrapped it in leaves, and the eight-nailed corpse didn't even bother to look over it. What kind of person is it? People like the Fourth Young Master, beware of sharp-edged treasures."

Zi Che Dou has lived for so long, and no woman has regarded him as a treasure. He was sour for a while: "Didn't the Fourth Young Master say that she hasn't got it yet, and she is not a Taoist companion, so naturally he is still a treasure."

As soon as these words were said, Sanfen looked sideways.

Naturally, their wild speculations came to nothing, but not long after, the Fourth Young Master couldn't hide the one whom the Fourth Young Master regarded as his favorite.

(End of this chapter)