Yang God

PS: Power failure last night, it is only now. There is one less chapter update, and today we will update the four chapters.

"I am worshipping the dark gods under Xuan Tiandao's seat, the Lord is dark and confused, but don't say that I don't tell you. If you are peeping at the Taoist Taoism, you can take care of me." Standing up from the bamboo bed, his eyes flashed and his mouth showed a smile like a smile.

"Your thoughts are not vicious, but I am still kind enough to remind me."

Hong Yi smiled and said: "I am not peeping at your Tao, just researching each other. Besides, just a portrait, you can see the essence of Taoism. Then I am a saint. I have not asked you to tell. I am a scripture."

"it is good!"

Murong Yan nodded. "Since you are not afraid of going into flames, I will paint it for you. There is no way to do it. A painting is also no good."

After that, go to the house, lay the paper, grind the ink, and Murong Yan sits well, but he is not in a hurry to draw, but his hands are stacked on his chest, and he has made a handcuff of Taoism. After chanting the scriptures, it took a long time for her to pick up the brush for painting and set the pen on the white paper.

Hong Yi watched on the side and nodded secretly.

"Her's pen is also very deep. It seems that Yunmeng is barbaric, but the cultural and educational aspects are deeply rooted, at least from the aristocratic children of Murong Yan."

Murong Yan’s dress at this time is still the original white, the headband of the ribbon, obviously with exotic flavors.

However, the general grassland women are very rough and rare. However, Murong Yan is a nobleman, and he is pampered, but also has fair skin, crescent eyebrows, melon seeds, and apricot eyes. There are some people who have a good taste, but they have a sense of goodness and a different look.

In the feeling of Hong Yi, Murong Yan is somewhat similar to Hong Xuejiao, but it is more mysterious and ethereal than Hong Xuejiao. This is brought by cultivation.

However, Hong Yi did not care much about these, his eyes only stared at the brush under the pen tip.

After a few hundred strokes, on the white paper, a tall, six-armed, three-headed statue was gradually drawn out. This statue is divided into three parts: a smirk, a smirk, a smirk, and six hands, each holding a gesture. , or five fingers arrogant, or nails like a hook to capture ... ... extremely timid, hooked people's souls.

And a few thick inks behind him added a dark background to the demon. It seems that this demon **** seems to be out of the boundless darkness, stepping into the bright world, and then transforming the bright world into boundless darkness.

"Good painting." Rao is a portrait of Hong Yi, and he has seen the Amitabha, the plum blossoms in the book house, and the eyes are higher than the top. He can't help but admire Murong Yan's paintings.

"There is a prize." Murong Yan stopped the brush and looked at the demon on the snow paper. It seemed to be unsatisfactory. She shook her head: "I didn't paint well. The black demon **** of our black magic hall really expressed it. The essence, you will never understand, it is called the real spirit of the hook, the timid, ordinary people look at it, many of them are broken, the soul is always dark, and then awake."

"This portrait can express your cultivation as high and low." Hung Yi nodded. "If your cultivation is high, the charm of the painting should be more accurate."

He naturally knows that this portrait can be regarded as a cheat of practice, but it can only be regarded as a poor cheat. It does not completely express the charm of the black god, and it is incomplete, not authentic, even if it can be used for visualization. After practicing deep, you will be enchanted.

However, Hong Yi is not prepared to practice, but to make a reference.

"You can go." Hong Yi did not answer the question of Murong Yan, but waved his hand. "Your characters, Jin Dan in the box, I can exchange the gold ticket for you, but your flight." The sword, but to accompany Xiaomu, can not be returned to you."

"How are you still not going?"

Seeing Murong Yan looking at himself with strange eyes, Hong Yi frowned.

"Do you really let me go? I also exchanged the golden dan of me on me. You are not afraid that after I go out, raise your wounds, then attack you again? Even join hands and kill you? Grab your blood steel Needle? Then take away Xiaomu." Murong Yan touched his eyebrows with his fingers, while his eyes fixed on Hong Yi's expression.

"Of course there are scruples, but I don't want to kill you. I can't say it, not a capricious villain. Since I have said the agreement, of course I will not repent. Do you think that I let you go is a fake? I think I understand. Let you go, in fact, secretly want to kill you?" Hong Yi smiled and shook his head: "You are really the heart of a gentleman's heart."

"Since you have complied with the agreement, you can rest assured that my daughter, the Marquis of Yunmeng, will not make such a despicable thing. But the trade I am talking about, you think about it, I have five characters, five Jin Dan, there are one hundred and two gold gold tickets, I take three lanes, three Jindan used to defend themselves, and other things, first put it as a deposit for you, when do you think about it, Go to Jubaozhai in Yujing City and find a shopkeeper called Fengtie. He is my informant. If you think about it, you can't sell it. After three days, you can go back to Jubaozhai to return the things to me."

After all, Murong Yan took a snap and took his own things and walked out of the yard.

After seeing Murong Yan’s departure, Hong Yi seemed to have sent a sigh of relief and sent a sigh of relief. This woman is here, but it is a little troublesome. Not only must she worry about her sneak attack, but she can’t kill her. She was sent to prison. It’s the best thing for her to leave now.

Looking at the portrait of the Dark God on the table, Hong Yi remembered the Yaksha King of the Amitabha, and the Rakshasa King, remembering the difference between those devils and the black gods.

Subsequently, Hung Yi took the "booking deposit" left by Murong Yan. In a box, two filled with the flavor of the fire yao, the same as the smashing sword, are flame-shaped runes.

The two "Golden Dan", shiny and unusually heavy, the surface is gold and silver, and a black color texture.

Hong Yi knows that this is a rare "deformation of the Golden Dan" in the Taoist family. After the soul has been cultivated to the extent of the manifestation, the fire is used to open the dan, and the gas of lead and mercury is ascended, and the soul is attached. Will manifest its own form, powerless, invulnerable.

This kind of Jin Dan, Huo Fuhong was only seen in the records of the Taoist, knowing that the Taoist refining, it took a lot of effort. Refining one piece requires a lot of charcoal, cinnabar, mercury, lead, gold powder, and jade.

And the Dan of every martial art refining, the spirit is attached, and the power is different.

"She wants to buy my blood-stained steel." Why do I use Fuzhi and Jindan as a deposit? Could she still want to exchange Jindan with me?"

Hong Yi smiled and laughed ~www.readwn.com~ put Jin Danfu paper aside.

In the next ten days and a half, the days were very leisurely. After Murong Yan left, there was no harassment. It seemed to disappear from the air, and there was no action on Mrs. Zhao.

Hong Yi did not relax at all. Every day during the day, he was honing martial arts and exercising his spirits at night. The martial arts of one body, finally practicing the combination of the cow magic and the boxing of the sky, leaps and bounds and enters the realm of the samurai.

And his soul, more and more concise, more and more powerful, especially when driving blood-stained steel needles, more brilliant.

Just this morning, Hung Yi got up early in the morning, and as usual practiced, suddenly a hoof sounded outside, and then stopped at the gate of the yard.

I came in a few brightly dressed slaves and took hot stamping invitations.

"Which is Hong Yihong's son?" When the servants arrived at the door, they saw Shen Tianyang, who cleaned the yard at the door. Then he asked, and sent the hot stamping invitation, riding the horse, and escaping.

"The invitation of the jade prince?"

Hung Yi received it. When he looked at the above text, he was embarrassed. Later, he saw the small characters under the invitation, but it was temporarily added by a group of people with a brush. "Hong brother, today’s church of the jade prince Be sure to come, don't forget to take the chase." The drop is Xiao Hao.

Hong Yi knows that this Xiao Hao is the name of Changle Xiaohouye.

"The Jade Prince is the fourth son of the emperor. It is the most important competitor of the Prince. Is it going to go or not? But it seems to be the bet of Changle Xiaohouye. I will go there."