Fairy!

Ye Hong stood in the cabin, looking out the window, and suddenly asked, "Senior, why is the flying boat called a flying boat and not something else?"

Yu'er thought for a moment and replied, "It is said that there is a long river in the heavens that looks like a white ribbon. This flying boat was built to imitate the treasure ship of the Tianhe Navy."

Ye Hong closed his eyes and imagined that a space battleship in the style of an ancient warship might look like this...

Next, on the way to Huazong, Yu'er told him seriously about the matter of overcoming the thunder tribulation.

"Boy, you must not take the heavenly tribulation lightly. You are on the path of double golden elixir, and your thunder tribulation is nearly twice as strong as others. You actually want to use it to refine your body! Although I don't know where you got this information from, how can you take a story from thousands of years ago seriously? If you are still so careless and don't take it seriously, no matter how great your luck is, it will not be enough for you."

You should know that the three main types of heavenly tribulations are wind, fire and thunder. Occasionally, a genius will encounter a heart tribulation, which is a low-probability event.

Among them, the tribulation of the heart is the key to one's own transformation. Only if one is determined to move forward and has no knots in his heart can one get through it.

The thunder tribulation is the mainstream catastrophe in the world of immortal cultivation today. It is transformed by the righteous energy of heaven and earth. Each level has a maximum of nine thunders. Immortal cultivators can overcome it according to their talents. The weakest one can only overcome one thunder per level, which usually kills things. The strongest one can only overcome eighty-one thunders per level, which is the so-called "Great Tribulation of Ascension". If one is not careful, there will be no recovery.

It has been confirmed that Ye Hong’s Jindan thunder tribulation is at level nine, which is the most difficult type to withstand.

Originally, according to Yu'er and Qingyi's idea, if things didn't work, they could lend him a magic weapon to help him, and he would most likely be able to get through the crisis safely. However, if he wanted to use the thunder tribulation to refine his body, the situation would be very different.

Although the two did not have a deep understanding of this aspect, they knew that if they wanted to do this, they had to remove their entire body's defenses and use their bodies to withstand the thunder tribulation.

Most of those who died in thunder tribulations had their defenses penetrated, damaging their bodies. The electric current passed through their internal organs, and the people died almost instantly.

Ye Hong was silent for a long time after hearing this, then smiled indifferently, "Senior, please take a look first. After all, I haven't studied it carefully and seriously yet. After all, I can't easily draw a conclusion without investigation. If it is really impossible, then I won't do anything rash at that time."

Yu'er felt that this was the truth. Since he insisted so much, why not let him try it? If she didn't let him try it once, he probably wouldn't be willing to give it up.

Or maybe they were wrong this time too?

Last time, everyone thought that he had not accumulated enough energy and that his hope of forming a pill was slim, but in the end, he succeeded, didn’t he? The ending surprised everyone.

Those who cling to their old ways often fail to understand genius, yet blindly believe in experience, and thus often negate the genius.

So the topic ended here.

……

After a short while, they finally arrived at the mountain gate headquarters of Hua Zong.

A hint of joy welled up on Ye Hong's cheeks. He could finally see the mother he missed day and night again!

The mother and son have been separated for nearly four months.

After they parted in Zhurong City, they missed each other even more.

As time passed, he also became a Jindan stage cultivator. Generally speaking, the time consumed in forming an infant is several times or even dozens of times that of forming a elixir. In other words, he has to spend more time with his mother in the next few years. The mother and son can finally be together.

This time, he did not choose to live in the Shanshui Villa on Yingke Peak, but took Yu'er and Xiaozi directly up the mountain along the stone steps. It didn't take long for them to reach the Ancestral Hall of Bulao Peak. On the other side, Qingyi returned to the Lotus Pond on Lianhua Peak as soon as possible to pay homage to her mother Shenhe to show her respect.

The female disciple guarding the mountain obviously knew Ye Hong. She took his jade token, took a symbolic look at it, and handed it back.

As for Yu'er, she was also respected. To what extent? Originally, people like Xiao Zi should not be allowed into the Patriarch's Hall, but Yu'er quietly made a gesture, and the female disciple guarding the mountain nodded and let her in.

The palace on the mountain was magnificent with carved beams and painted buildings, but he had no intention of appreciating it. He pushed open the doors one after another, leaving Yu'er and Xiao Zi behind. He looked dazed, as if he could not hear anything.

He walked towards the light.

Life is something that is never short of surprises.

The moment Ye Hong pushed open the door, Ye Wanqing appeared there with a smile on her face, light and ethereal, with her hair piled high like a cloud, and a thin layer of halo covering her body. Her sleeves fluttered, and her white clothes were whiter than snow. She was as graceful as the goddess of Luo River, pure and flawless, with her breasts propped up high and her buttocks round and unparalleled, all natural, plump and graceful, just like a fairy in the painting, noble and pure, with charming and affectionate eyes and a romantic demeanor.

She looked back, her clear eyes seemed full of tenderness, and then everything was silent, and time suddenly became extremely slow.

The moment he saw his mother, Ye Hong's heart naturally settled down. He smiled gently as if he had completely let go of his worries, walked over slowly step by step, stretched out his hand, and the moment when their fingertips touched was worth a hundred years of life.

"mom!"

He didn't want to be so weak, but - he immediately changed his mind and snuggled into his mother's arms affectionately.

Although Ye Wanqing felt a little embarrassed by her son's childish behavior, she still felt overwhelmed with joy and it was evident on her face.

She still remembers clearly that when her son was over two years old, he especially liked to bury his head in her arms. If he just burrowed into her arms, it would be fine, but he was different from others. He directly burrowed into her clothes, stretching them out...

The mother and son hugged each other tightly, caring for each other with indescribable love. She gently touched her son's cheek with her delicate hands. The loving gesture made Ye Hong feel that he had the motivation to live again.

Chapter 132: Devil's Tribulation

Both mother and son showed long-lost smiles on their faces, feeling sincerely happy to be reunited. Ye Wanqing pulled her son to sit next to her legs, and he buried his head in his mother's chest and rubbed it hard. Her chest was white and warm, and the wonderful touch made his breathing slightly stagnate.

Ever since my mother started practicing Taoism, her physical condition has become more and more perfect, giving people the feeling that she is recovering to her peak step by step.

"You... um... little pervert, you took advantage of your mother as soon as you got back."

Ye Wanqing couldn't help but blushing. She gently patted her son's back with her delicate hand and made a few jokes. She didn't know what she was thinking about. She was dizzy and a little dazed for a moment.

Ye Hong's face blossomed into a sunny and happy smile, and he asked, "Mom, have you formed the elixir?"

Then I got an extremely subtle and lovely response from my mother.

"Yeah~"

In fact, she achieved Dan shortly after she separated from her son.

Since there was nothing to do every day except practicing, it only took about three days of practicing the exercises to achieve the harmony of the essence, qi and spirit in the body and successfully form the elixir.

The process was extremely smooth, which is extremely rare in the entire world of immortal cultivation.

It turned out to be just as expected.

Ye Hong immediately raised two fingers and boasted, "Mom, I have two golden elixirs, I am different from others!"

After saying this, he looked at his mother as if seeking credit, waiting for her praise.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing's slightly pursed red lips curled up little by little, and she smiled very subtly and cutely, "Good son, great~"

The more she looked at her son, the cuter he seemed to her. She couldn't help herself and, as she was still talking, she lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead, her tone extremely proud.

He was overjoyed and asked again, "Mom, what color is your golden elixir?"

She embraced her son, held his hand tightly, thought carefully, and said softly, "The outside is green and yellow, the middle is red and black, and the heart is white."

Speaking of which, the scene when she formed the elixir was quite grand. She felt the five colored divine lights of green, yellow, red, black and white rotating in her abdomen. The white gold turned into yellow gold, and the yellow gold turned into purple gold. The purple gold contained five colors and gradually became radiant. It was very beautiful and indescribable.

Later I realized that this was the "flower elixir", which was colorful and a sign of great success in practicing the golden elixir method of the Lotus Sutra.

After hearing this, Ye Hong was dumbfounded, his eyes widened, and he looked at his mother in disbelief. Five-colored golden elixir?

It just sounds very domineering!

She was shocked for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more incredible it seemed. Then she hugged her mother's arm and said coquettishly, "Mom, you are undermining my self-confidence again. I feel inferior. I'm going to make a scene."

Ye Wanqing gently touched her son's head and said lovingly, "Be good."

Maybe Ye Hong was too happy. He hugged his mother's neck, put his cheek close to hers, and began to kiss her cheeks and lips with a "click". He really couldn't help it. Why is my mother so awesome?

"Kiss me if you want, well, don't lick me, you little bastard..."

Ye Hong's eyes were a little obsessed. He kissed her cheek and licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

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Ye Wanqing was teased to the point that her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, she felt ashamed and a blush appeared on her face. Her touching expression and hazy charm all hinted that her condition seemed a little strange.

At this time, Ye Hong had also noticed something was wrong and hurriedly asked.

The mother looked at him with eyes full of shyness and joy, then suddenly blushed and lowered her head without answering. It was just like in the Garden of Eden, when Adam and Eve used their hands to remove the leaves covering their crotches, and thus the initial shyness, sweet panic, and abnormal heartbeat between men and women were born.

But she just blushed and her heart beat fast, and said nothing.

There is now a secret in her heart that she can never tell in front of her son.

That is about the inner demon calamity.

Ever since she successfully formed the elixir, the process of transcending the tribulation began quietly. To be more specific, some of her desires and thoughts that were usually suppressed in her subconscious began to play tricks, slowly being pulled out from the depths of her soul, leading her into a series of dreamlike hallucinations.

Stream of consciousness is a very appropriate term to describe it.

Sometimes she was a female general galloping on the battlefield, defeated by a young hero of the enemy country, and when she took off her helmet, she saw her son's little face; sometimes she was a beautiful nun who often accompanied the ancient Buddha with green lamps, and was pressed down in front of the Buddha by a young man from aristocratic family to be bullied. She struggled hard, and finally her arms drooped down. She could see clearly in the light of the candle, and who else could it be but her son; sometimes she was a remarkable woman in the world, who was knocked unconscious by a flower thief, and her innocence was defiled, but she still indulged in pleasure and traveled the world with her son... Recalling the scene at that time, she still feels embarrassed.

Every time she woke up from the illusion of her delusions, she felt sadness overflowing, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down her face like pearls from a broken string. It was not only because she was humiliated every time, but also because he almost always died a miserable death afterwards!

After the young general was defeated, he was torn to pieces by a chariot. Because of his great strength, five horses could not pull him away, so the soldiers could only break his limbs first and then execute him.

The young man from an aristocratic family fell into poverty and was thrown into prison, and the two could only meet at the execution ground. He played the last song for himself, but the string broke. It was really disappointing to hear him sigh.

These are not stories that really happened, but a kind of interpretation of the brain, in simple terms, it is imagination.

It was the fear deep in her heart that began to materialize, turning into a mental calamity that forced her to endure. The scene was reorganized, the identity changed, but the plot was basically the same. This was the "vicious loop", one situation after another that almost forced her to death.

She already wanted to be free, but everything in the world, every bite and every drink, has its destiny. A dead end does not necessarily mean death, there is still a glimmer of hope!

Ye Wanqing was angry and indignant. Why should my son have to die? Even though he was at fault first... I, the person involved, haven't said anything yet?

So she began to look for a way out, searching for ways to save her son from desperate situations in her inner demonic illusions. She had never played games before, but after failing and starting over again and again, she relied on her motherly love and perseverance to achieve a nearly perfect ending.

After the first time, you will slowly master the trick.

Later on, she even mastered a speed-passing technique. Seeing her own brat changing his vest and rushing towards her, she simply rolled her eyes and gave up resisting. The belt tied with a knot on her body couldn't be untied no matter how hard he tried. The layers of clothes wrapped her tightly. Seeing her son's expression that seemed like he was about to cry with anxiety, she couldn't help but chuckle, and then she was freed from the illusion.

The mother's state of mind also received a thorough and fundamental improvement during the tribulation.

She even created a magic trick of her own, using it to keep her son out of the door many times, preventing him from entering without her permission.

Her talent is undoubtedly high, but it has not been fully awakened and utilized.

In this way, the thing she feared would no longer happen.

At this point, the inner demon calamity has been overcome.

However, she was in a daze and had no idea that she had survived the most difficult calamity in the world of cultivating immortals. She only knew that she finally stopped having nightmares.

Maybe, it’s a sweet dream?

Apart from the bloody plot and the unpleasant ending, it is actually quite interesting.

Chapter 133 Gold and Lotus

At that time, she had just overcome her mental tribulation when she found that the red lotus between her brows was slightly hot, as if burning. Soon, another lotus mark appeared on her fair and smooth forehead. The color was bright red, as bright and dazzling as fire, and it looked like a natural birthmark, not at all abrupt.

Her face was calm, like that of a supreme being sitting on a lotus platform, with compassion, looking down at all living beings.

But when she took the bronze mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, she was stunned.

Is this still me?