On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Yingfangzhou is located in the deep ocean. After crossing the South China Sea, with the strength of the floating tuzi, it will take more than 20 days to fly with the imperial weapon before it can reach it.

It was a piece of land surrounded by the sea, between land and islands.

The big island is surrounded by small islands like beads. In this area, no matter the land or the sea, the spiritual power is extremely thin, almost nothing. What's more special and amazing is that it is a drifting land. As ocean currents change, Yingfangzhou and the surrounding islands will move irregularly. Finding such a group of islands in the vast ocean is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Because it is remote, barren, and hard to find, the lords on the sea disdain to cast their sights on this barren land.

Yingfangzhou has become a paradise where the sea people believe in their ancestral gods, obey the orders of Yingzhu, and have the unique customs and living habits of Yuanhai.

When Ning Qingqing stopped to rest, one after another listened to Futuzi's introduction of Yingfangzhou's situation.

She took out a ray of mind to ponder for a moment, remembering that the sheepskin map that Yu Haotian had brought had marked the current location of the archipelago, and circled the word Meng.

When I went to Yingfangzhou, I was able to meet Xie Wuwang in 80% of the time.

It just so happened that she could talk to him about the spores in person. This matter was very serious, and she was worried about using voice transmission.

The most important thing must be said in person, this is common sense.

When she was in Qingcheng Mountain, she had read a lot of weird mortal scripts. The gold hairpin and jade pendant of the life-saving benefactor was cut off by the unruly person, and the person who spread the word on his own initiative and used the banner of the master to miss the business. What kind of letter was pressed under the pillow and the other party didn't see it, and it caused a tragedy... Lin Lin always saw her rushing with blood, wishing to get into the book and deliver the heroes to the door.

The shadow of a little time is still unforgettable. She always felt that if she used sound transmission, it was very likely that a black claw made of evil spores would pinch away the sound transmission mirror, and listened to everything with a smile.

Replenishing the scene, it made the mushrooms tremble.

Speaking of sound transmission, Futuzi is also worried with the sound transmission mirror. After he passed the message to Xie Wuwang, he still hasn't received a reply from him, but this made the fat old father a little uneasy. Fortunately, Xie Wuwang had confessed before going out-to meet all the unqualified requirements of his wife.

Taking her to find her husband for thousands of miles, shouldn't be considered a good... right?

By now, the fat former envoy could only comfort himself by saying that the Daoist was reserved for the sake of face, and he was embarrassed to agree directly, and regarded it as a tacit consent.

He lowered his mung bean eyes faintly, glanced at the heartless "silly girl", and found that Ning Qingqing had begun to play with the demon pill again.

"Hey~"

A career mad broke his heart, this time is good, the wife also got into the eyes of the money.

Forget it, don't care if you don't love Gu's family. Anyway, he still has him as the chief executive. The Futuzi swung his fat legs and straddled the abacus unlovably, pressing it down properly.

There was a cool breeze with the smell of the sea, and the blue waves rippled gently. The exact same seascape was seen too much, and there was always an illusion of standing still.

I'm so bored I want to bald my own hair.

Futuzi lowered two mung bean eyes, staring at the little ball sitting in front of him impeccably, watching her deal with the demon pills one by one.

"Crack."

The demon pill in Ning Qingqing's hand broke into two again.

The heart-piercing tingling shook back to Shifu, and her soul spit out...mushroom juice firmly.

After absorbing the black evil spores, her mycelium should have gained a lot of nutrients, and her cultivation level has also been greatly improved, but now she has consumed too much energy, effort and hyphae in order not to hurt the demon pill to solve the spores inside. In this way, swallowing a bad spore is just enough to make up for the loss, and sometimes even make ends meet.

What she gained was only a slight improvement in the means of controlling the spirit, plus piles of broken demon pills. The distance to success seems out of reach, just like this vast sea, no one can see the end.

She was very tired, her head was swollen and painful, her eye sockets were cold, and the air sucked into her lungs went straight to her forehead, cold and cold, as if she was about to suffer a serious illness.

When she held a demon pill again, she inevitably felt a little shaken in her heart.

Otherwise... just swallow a few spores comfortably to nourish and relax?

Compared with the scraping needles that consumed a huge amount of mind and received countless pains, swallowing the spores in the demon pill without any surprise was a kind of enjoyment.

Anyway, it doesn't delay anything, but it can also improve the strength.

She curled her eyes lazily, sticking out the hyphae.

At the moment when I was about to start, my heart suddenly seemed to be stabbed with a needle.

It hurts suddenly.

She remembered Xie Wuwang's appearance.

He always seems to be smiling and gentle, but in fact he is very stubborn and very hard-tempered. When he wants to do something, he will always go forward, even if his head is bleeding, even if the heart is about to fall out, he will never stop and breathe. In a sigh of relief.

He has done things that others find incredible, because his goal is firm and he never wavered.

And she, because she has never had any sense of urgency, so no matter what she is doing, she likes to find a reason for herself and steal a little laziness.

Just like this moment, take a step back and settle a spore comfortably. After a while, she would take a step back and comfortably swallow a spore again after she tasted the sweetness. When it comes to the back, retreat will become the norm, and the momentum will be vented. By then, it will not be far from giving up completely.

——As long as you want to make excuses for yourself, you can always find endless excuses.

Ning Qingqing was frightened and took a breath, his mind was cold and clear.

She has found a clear goal and ideal, but almost repeats the mistake.

She seemed to see a wall of huge waves crashing head-on.

You can't retreat, and you can't retreat one step. As long as you take one step, you will surely be washed away by the big waves. This step must not be retired!

This pressure and resistance did not come from elsewhere, but from her inner relaxation and exhaustion.

Spores, we should rise to the challenge, not the second best thing!

After the light in her eyes dissipated briefly, it condensed little by little.

She suddenly realized. The most precious thing in the world is never the surging momentary passion, but the long-lasting, unchanging determination and courage.

Now that she has realized it, she will never make any mistakes again.

As if breaking the shackles, Ning Qingqing's heart suddenly opened up, and her spiritual thoughts were swayed. It was really wide and high.

Fingers tightened, holding the demon pill in his hand, and pouring out the mycelium calmly.

She was no longer eager to achieve success, but moved forward firmly and step by step.

In the black and white eyes, the brilliance bursts suddenly, and then layer by layer is deposited.

Looking at her appearance, Fu Tuzi couldn't help but feel guilty, and she always felt like she was very unsuccessful in comparison with her.

He could only do his best to control the abacus, fly faster, and try to get his wife to meet the Taoist earlier.

"Crack." "Crack." "Crack."

The demon pill continued to shatter, and there was still no sign of success.

The bright moon on the sea is particularly big and bright. Ning Qingqing watched the moon rise on the sea for the first time, and she just raised and lowered her head hastily, and glanced at the moon in the sky and in the sea, and then continued to gnaw at her demon pill.

"Wow Madam, the moonlight is so beautiful, this is really the sea and the bright moon co-existing, where is the marriage of thousands of miles. The Taoist is in Yingfangzhou, and I will share this bright moon with you, tut!"

Futuzi squinted his eyes, intoxicated by the love of others.

"Madam, what do you think of the moon today?"

Ning Qingqing slowly glanced at the moon plate, lowered the corner of her eyes, and turned to him faintly: "Black floats on the surface, easy to handle."

Futuzi: "..."

When it's over, he can already foresee the unnutritious daily dialogues of this business-mad couple in advance.

Under the influence of Ning Qingqing's aura of struggle, Futuzi shortened the 20-day sea route to half a month.

On this day, Ning Qingqing felt vaguely.

After experiencing hundreds or thousands of devastations, her primordial spirit can already ignore the intrusion of pain, manipulate the hyphae with extreme concentration, and launch battles in a precise and dense manner.

However, he still couldn't destroy the evil spores layer by layer.

The problem seems to be the lack of experience, she lacks a very crucial experience.

The strange thing is that she has tried all the fighting methods and angles of Mycelium thousands of times, and she really can't think of what went wrong.

Every time, the evil spores that were stunned by her can always "surprise" her from a novel and tricky perspective.

Experience is always not as fast as change.

"Crack." "Crack." "Crack."

The Yao Dan shattered again and again, and Futuzi looked even more sad than her. He has begun to go to the hospital in a hurry, and worships the ancestor **** of Ying Fangzhou, and asks the ancestor **** to protect his wife for success next time.

"Next time..."

Ning Qingqing raised up two panda eyes with sorrow: "Futuzi..."

"Huh?" The fat hand Heshi's right front envoy immediately raised his eyebrows and blinked at her.

"No next time." Ning Qingqing was depressed.

"Huh? Madam, are you finally giving up?"

"No, the demon pill is used up." Her shoulder collapsed into a collapsed scene.

"Ah, this...I blame the subordinates for failing to think about it. I didn't expect the lady to bow down like this...Oh, oh! Ouch!" Futuzi's eyes suddenly lit up and his fat fingers pointed forward, "Here! Look, Yingfang The continent is ahead!"

Ning Qingqing looked up and saw that a string of emerald green beads gradually floated up on the edge of the endless blue sea. In the middle of the green beads, there was a piece of colorful land with extremely bright colors.

Ying Fangzhou, here it is.

Futuzi manipulated the abacus and swept away.

When she got close, Ning Qingqing felt that her eyes were not enough. On the main island of Yingfangzhou, there are strong colors everywhere, houses, clothing, totems, roads, everything that can be seen in the field of vision, are dyed with extremely strong and bright colors.

It's like falling into a large dyeing vat with vivid colors.

Flying over this way, looking at the unchanging sea, suddenly seeing so many colors, my heart couldn't help but feel excited and happy.

He understands Haimin's preferences very well.

The gongs and drums in the center of the big island are shaking the sky, like a very lively festival.

"Dinghai Festival?" Futuzi touched his chin. "The days seem to be the same."

According to legend, the ocean used to be a dense cloud tsunami, occupied by monstrous black waves all year round, and no life could survive in the sea.

Until the ancient gods moved to the Shenshan Mountain of Dinghai to calm the sea eye with the help of the sky, the sea finally returned to calm, and all things naturally grew and multiplied, achieving today's prosperous scene.

Dinghai Festival is a traditional festival in the whole world, but now the immortal gate is at its peak, monks are busy seeking immortals and asking questions, and there is no longer Daxing offering sacrifices in the coastal area. Only in this spiritually lacking and closed life in Yingfangzhou, the long-standing traditional customs are still preserved.

In the past few days, Futuzi had temporarily embraced the Buddha's feet, praying to the local gods in this sea area, and begged the ancestor **** to bless Ning Qingqing to successfully destroy the demon pill. Just after worshipping the gods, it was hard to cross the river so quickly to demolish the bridge and fly over others, so the great monk put away his abacus and walked towards the center of the island with Ning Qingqing.

Ning Qingqing looked around curiously.

She found that every family on this island is not closed. At first glance, there are only daily living utensils and some reserved marine ingredients in the house, and there is no place to hide private money.

Futuzi saw her doubts, and said leisurely: "This kind of place, the faith is very pious, the ancestors have believed in the ancestor gods for generations, and no one dares to have a little selfishness. Moreover, this place where birds don't lay eggs can not save anything. family property."

Ning Qingqing nodded.

She pierced out the mycelium into the soil on the side of the road, and found that there were no nutrients in the soil.

No wonder that such a large island is placed here, and there is no competition in the world.

The closer you get to the center of the island, the more dense the surrounding totem poles are. On these colorful totem poles, they all bear the same smiling white face.

"That's the ancestor god." Futuzi lowered his voice mysteriously.

I am used to seeing the big red and green, and suddenly such a white and miserable face floats on the top of the column, it always feels creepy.

"The cold hair is right," Futuzi said, "This is the majesty that a **** should have, just like our Taoist monarch, when I glance over, I can hear the back'brush', all the hairs are shouting' Stand at attention'. Tsk tsk, this is called supernatural power."

Ning Qingqing: "..." She can understand that the habit of flattering Xie Wuwang has been integrated into the blood of Futuzi and has become an important part of his life.

One person and one mushroom quickened the pace, half-walking and half-grabbing, and soon reached the place where the gongs and drums were noisy.

The front is densely packed with people.

Haimin was all dressed in red and green linen, with colorful stripes smeared on his face, all with a fanatical expression, swaying his body, and muttering words in his mouth, which were spells of inexplicable meaning.

In the center of the crowd, a huge white stone square was vacated, which was very eye-catching in a colorful area.

Even more striking, it is a statue nearly ten feet high in the middle of the square.

The statue does not distinguish between men and women, and the material cannot be seen. The surface is covered with a hazy and strange golden halo. It closes its arms in front of it, holding a large inverted rock, and faces the center of the square below it.

In the center of the square, there is a black swirling pothole, and there is a black shadow in the hole.

"That's the sea eye," Futuzi introduced very familiarly. "There are evil spirits in the sea eye, which are usually paper. If you go down to Shenshan Town in Dinghai, the evil spirits are eliminated, and the Dinghai Festival is complete!"

"Oh……"

The chubby Floating Tuzi jumped up and stomped on the muddy ground under his feet: "Hey, what we are stepping on is the Dinghai God Mountain."

"Why did that ancestor **** glow?" Ning Qingqing blinked, asking for advice.

"Uh..." The floating tuzi scratched his head.

Recently, he has been asked more and more times by his wife.

Ning Qingqing discussed with him with great academic spirit: "The five elements of spiritual power will not emit such golden light. The spiritual power of gold is white with silver, the spiritual power of wood is green, the spiritual power of water is light blue and black, and the spiritual power of fire is red and earth. The spiritual power is light yellow. No matter what kind of spiritual power is released, it will not be such a golden color. Only the Lingbao can emit such a color."

"Is this big guy a magic weapon?" Futuzi looked ignorant.

"Look, that man." She pointed to the dancing figure under the ten-zhang colossus.

The Buddha's thoughts were swept away, and I saw that it was a person dressed in colorful clothes with a white mask symbolizing the ancestor god. This person was not tall, slender, and difficult to distinguish between men and women, but it was very similar to the statue of the ancestor god. .

This person drew golden light between his fingers and landed on the huge statue of the ancestor god, like a puppet master controlling a puppet.

"Lord Ying." Futuzi said, "Only the Lord Ying of Yingfangzhou is qualified to preside over the Dinghai Festival."

Ning Qingqing turned a pair of innocent eyes: "Then why is he shiny?"

Futuzi: "..." I was asked again.

When I took a closer look, everyone found something strange.

I saw the fanatical sea people on the entire square, covered with a layer of light that was almost imperceptible, as light as a pale dark copper color, these lights merged into the square underfoot, and then gathered to the "Ying Ying" The Lord’s body. Too much light gathered in one place, and it became golden light.

Gathering sand into a tower, the huge golden body of the ancestor **** was achieved.

The surrounding sea people who were shaking their bodies and demeaning almost insane uttered endless whispers, and gathered together with the rumbling drums in all directions, condensed into strands of golden waves, constantly enshrining the dancing Ying in the square. The Lord and the golden statue of Ying Lord that seemed to be magnified dozens of times.

"This thing doesn't seem to be right..." Futuzi hissed softly.

"It's not right." Ning Qingqing turned his face blankly to look at him, "Fang Qian asked you to take a closer look. Who is that evil spirit in Hai's eyes?"

The blue veins on the forehead of the Futuzi violently jumped twice, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Divine Sense swept across the corner that was just ignored by him, and saw the tall and tall figure antagonizing the giant statue of the ancestor.

"...Daojun?!"

With excitement, the voice of Futuzi unconsciously became a bit sharper.

The Haimin who was immersed in the sacrifice was completely unaware, only under the huge drum in front of the side, a blue figure seemed to perceive something keenly, and the slender waist with a tight grip swayed slightly and retreated from the crowd , Slowly turned his head and looked at these two uninvited guests.

Yun Shuimiao.

Yun Shuimiao at this moment is very different from the past.

Those delicate and pretentious expressions disappeared. When she raised her eyes and looked over, there was still a frenzy on her face, just like the sea people around her.

At the moment when she saw the Futuzi and Ning Qingqing clearly, her face suddenly became cold, and Tankou opened and closed, making a weird, heavy sound--

"Heaven Sacred Palace invaded."

Ning Qingqing's back was slightly cold, and her eyes swept around subconsciously.

I saw that the nearby Haimin in colorful clothes had turned around, with a dull expression, their mouths opened and closed, and they made a sound exactly like Yun Shuimiao.

"Heaven Sacred Palace invaded."

Pairs of stiff eyes stared directly at Ning Qingqing and Fatty.