Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 44: Weng Er Collection

In the next few days,

There was a lot of silence between Xu Zhiqiu and the little girl.

The atmosphere was negative, but as an adult he had no intention of improving it.

I have too many things on my mind to take care of them.

Even though I was exhausted the first time, I still have to continue studying "The Devil's Curse".

During the lunch break that day, Xu Zhiqiu found a cave to meditate.

As he chanted the mantra, he was soon pulled into the inner scene.

On the forehead, the Nine-Sky Mica appeared again, shedding a faint stream of light.

Before long, a thin mist began to dissipate from the cave.

Faintly, it forms a mirage illusion.

This time, Lu Xueqi tactfully stayed outside the cave and waited quietly.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe half an hour?

Xu Zhiqiu walked out sweating profusely.

There were five bloodstains arranged in a regular pattern on the left forearm.

The "five bars" are just a mark, meaning that this is his fifth time entering the inner scene.

Since it was done intentionally, there was no need to use reverse revival to recover.

The speed of time flow simulated in the interior scene is naturally different from that in the outside world.

Half an hour in the outside world is often the equivalent of several days in the inner world.

These days, the time he spends out has been shorter than the last time.

Although the method proposed is... a bit tricky, it is at least an improvement, right?

This inner demon is just like being in a relationship, the first time is strange, the second time is familiar. No matter how thrilling the first time is, it will become dull as water by the hundredth time.

Xu Zhiqiu estimated that if he continued like this, it would not be long before he became immune to the spell.

Noticing Lu Xueqi's gaze, he calmly rolled up his sleeves to cover the wound.

Touching the mark between his eyebrows that was still glowing faintly, Xu Zhiqiu understood.

"It seems that this Nine Heavens Mica can cooperate with my inner scene to create a realistic illusion."

After studying it for several times, he thought he had a pretty good idea of ​​its function.

It's basically an illusion, a magic weapon that can deceive the eyes.

"If I could control it as if it were my arm..."

He had an idea and flicked out his left index finger to try it.

In response, the mark between his eyebrows sprinkled a few strands of silver sand-like light, which condensed with mist and formed into a swallow at his fingertips.

This swallow has a very nice shape and bright colors.

It's just that the details are a little disappointing, for example, the bird's beak, claws, tail and other parts appear a little blurry and distorted upon closer inspection.

After the first “modeling”, Xu Zhiqiu was already very satisfied with this work.

"twitter!"

The swallow flapped its wings on his fingertips, raised its beak high and made a sharp hiss.

It looks majestic and resembles a bald eagle.

Can it still speak? This brought some surprises to Xu Zhiqiu.

Lu Xueqi, who was standing by, also looked at him in surprise.

Xu Zhiqiu was feeling proud.

suddenly,

"boom!"

The swallow he pinched exploded.

Mist and dew covered his head and face, and he licked them with his tongue...

Eh, my eyes lit up.

It tastes like bird's nest! (Humor)
"..."

He was silent.
Just practice more.

……

late at night,
The fire had turned dark red.

The starlight is sparse and it is difficult to see things.

In the dim night, a thin figure tiptoed over.

Xu Zhiqiu was lying against a tree, his breathing was even, and he looked like he was asleep.

But if there was a thermal image at this time, it would be clear that he was practicing.

As his breathing rose and fell,
The whole person is like a candle radiating a lot of heat.

It was as if there was a sledgehammer hammering continuously in his dantian.

Every time the hammer falls, the iron flowers splash out.

It is the burning energy and blood that expands and contracts outwards in a regular, wave-like manner.

This is exactly the benefit of Quanzhen Inner Alchemy, which can be practiced while walking, sitting or lying down.

As soon as she approached within three feet of Xu Zhiqiu, Lu Xueqi suddenly felt an itch on her head, as if her head had been plunged into hot soup.

But she was only slightly startled and didn't care.

She squatted beside Xu Zhiqiu, looked at him carefully, then gently lifted his left arm and rolled up his sleeves. Then, she took out a handful of perilla leaves from her arms.

Then, put it in your mouth.

She chewed for a long time, puffing up her cheeks.

After chewing the herbs thoroughly, he spat out the sticky liquid and gently applied it on his left forearm.

After doing all this, the little girl tiptoed back to her seat.

He closed his eyes and squinted.

Then, there is a long wait.

When the sky in the east began to turn pale and it was almost dawn, the little girl woke up again.

Then she tiptoed over and quietly wiped the herbs off his arm bit by bit.

Leave no trace.

After finishing all this, Lu Xueqi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

An Xin returned to her original position, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, Xu Zhiqiu opened them.

Seeing her behaving so strangely, Xu Zhiqiu's eyes also became strange.

Hey.

Suddenly smiled,
It's indeed childish behavior.

…………

It's the rain again in the empty mountains.

The banks of the Hongcheon River are muddy and difficult to walk on.

So Xu Zhiqiu and the other person walked along the mountain road.

Suddenly, a shout came from the front -

"Watching the chess pieces being played, the clinking of woodcutters, walking slowly at the edge of the valley. Selling firewood and drinking wine, laughing wildly and indulging myself..."

A woodcutter carrying two loads of firewood came towards them.

The mountain path is narrow, and someone must turn sideways to allow one person to pass.

The woodcutter was about thirty years old, not tall, with a face as black as charcoal, and a pair of rotten straw sandals on his feet.

There was a hatchet hanging around his waist, which was black in color and looked very sharp.

"Brother, can you please give way to me?"

He begged and took the opportunity to look at the two people, one big and one small, in front of him.

Hey, he's quite good-looking.

Father and daughter?

Siblings?

It’s really hard to know.

Xu Zhiqiu did not give way, but stepped on his rotten straw sandals.

The woodcutter was furious and was about to curse his mother.

"Brother, let me ask you something. Is there anyone living nearby?"

Xu Zhiqiu smiled, his eyes reflecting people like a mirror.

The woodcutter thought to himself, I am not a human being?
But staring at those eyes, he swallowed his saliva for no reason and could no longer curse.

"Yes, there is!" He pointed ahead, "Twenty or thirty miles ahead, there is a Weng'er Market."

"Weng'er Collection..."

Xu Zhiqiu repeated it to himself, still standing on the woodcutter.

The woodcutter grimaced in pain and could not help shouting:

"You are so unreasonable. Why do you step on me like this?"

Xu Zhiqiu suddenly realized, "Oh, sorry."

He pulled Lu Xueqi sideways and let the woodcutter pass.

The woodcutter looked back at him as he walked away, muttering something, and it was unclear whether he was cursing his mother.

Watching him walk away, Xu Zhiqiu held down his lower dan with one hand, with doubt and contemplation lingering in his eyes.

The wind blows the clouds away, and the pine waves make waves.

The woodcutter's shadow sank into the winding mountain path and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"..."

You know how hard it is to travel on a wild road for such a long time.

Survival in the wilderness is not an easy task. When traveling thousands of miles, you have to visit some markets and buy some supplies.

just,

"Weng'er Collection..."

Xu Zhiqiu turned his head and looked forward, at the mountains covered with clouds.

Whispering to himself:

"It shouldn't be... a jar that can catch turtles in a jar, right?"

[I have hemorrhoids, please take a day off]

(End of this chapter)