Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text

The shattered aura hit Mu Sheng's consciousness, but the power of a drop of divine blood was not enough to restore those pictures, and Mu Sheng didn't catch anything. However, this drop of divine blood contained an extremely abundant and rich aura, which made the golden core in her belly even more flawless, pushing her to change to a higher level.

When Mu Sheng opened his eyes, the piece of blood-patterned precious wood in front of him had disappeared, and the bamboo piano was floating spiritually, as if it was transforming itself. Mu Sheng didn't pay attention to Zhuqin, but frowned, staring at the weeping grass from the storage bag.

"How is it?" Wen Qingshou stared at Mu Sheng, with a little more inexplicable expectation in his eyes.

"It's just that...the power has increased?" Mu Sheng said "uh" and said uncertainly, "It seems that there are many pictures flashing, but I can't touch it at my level."

Wen Qingshou nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Isn't there still a weeping grass from heaven and earth? Why don't you take out the blood in it?" This grass is completely irrigated by the blood of the gods. It doesn't have much medicinal effect by itself. After listening to Wen Qingchou's words, Mu Sheng thought that if she could absorb another drop of divine blood in her current state, she might be able to see clearly and be inherited. So she nodded, and used the same technique to draw out a drop of divine blood from the Weeping Grass of Heaven and Earth.

Mu Sheng did this in front of Ye Xingyao, and didn't intend to hide anything. Ye Xingyao, on the other hand, saw that scene with his own eyes, and his heart was filled with turmoil. She doesn't know whether the outside world can perceive it, but in the cave, when that drop of golden blood condenses, she can perceive the majestic power in it, and the overflowing breath alone can make her terrified. Why are these two people so calm as if facing a drop of mortal water? Besides, with Mu Sheng's Golden Core Stage cultivation base, wouldn't it be a problem to absorb two drops of divine blood?

"Fellow Daoist Ye." When Mu Sheng's fortune drew out the divine blood, he turned to Ye Xingyao with warmth and sorrow, and said with a smile, "Your Excellency was taken away by the monks of the Tianji Sect. Isn't it just to borrow her from my younger sister?" Is luck here to cover up one or two? Now that luck is at its peak, shouldn’t it be used to get rid of the spell of Tianjimen at such a good time? Even if it doesn’t work, fellow Daoist Ye can take the opportunity to cultivate the eye of the sky, right?”

Ye Xingyao met those smiling eyes, and his heart sank suddenly. It's all right to say warmth and sorrow, but if you really do that, the debt you owe will be even more difficult to repay. And the scales on her body... Do you want to give it away at this time? But what if it is someone else who can open Tiandi Scale's eyes? Wouldn't that just cause a dispute?

"What does Fellow Daoist Wen want me to do?" Ye Xingyao looked at Wen Qingchou with a complicated expression.

Warm and sad, she smiled and said, "You can't do much now." She didn't pay too much attention to Ye Xingyao, she just mentioned that it's up to Ye Xingyao himself how to do it. She turned around and stared at the Weeping Grass of Heaven and Earth. The rumors were not wrong. It was watered entirely by divine power. After that drop of divine blood was pulled out, the grass immediately recovered and withered in an instant. This time, the divine blood didn't need warmth and worry at all, it was spontaneously drawn by the power in Mu Sheng's body, and flew into her Niwan Palace. There was a mark on Mu Sheng's forehead, like a pale golden flower tin.

With the infusion of divine blood power, those fragmentary memory fragments in Mu Sheng's sea of ​​consciousness solidified a little bit, they lingered rapidly in the sea of ​​consciousness, and were finally captured by Mu Sheng. The moment he came into contact with the memory fragments, Mu Sheng was drawn into a strange but somewhat familiar land.

The sound of Lingling's piano clears the heart and cleanses the mind, and it lingers endlessly. At the end of the song, the fuzzy-faced zither player said: "That iron-eating beast has a taste for Yin and Yang, but its origin is not human, and it may be a catastrophe in the future."

"If there is not enough inspiration today, what catastrophe can they have?" The listener supported Xia Yi with both hands, squinted his eyes, and said, "It's you and me, no, it should be said that the doom of the gods is near. I What are you going to do if you plan to close the deadly test to increase your strength?"

The piano player snorted lightly and said, "Let it take its course."

The qin listener stood up and stared at the qin player, and said meaningfully: "I hope I can see you again when I leave the customs."

"What if I can't see it?"

"That's my doom, the doom of heaven and earth has arrived."

…

The blurry figure in front of him gradually disappeared, and the surrounding scenery also began to change. Mu Sheng's consciousness was excluded from the remaining memory fragments and returned to his own body. One fragment disappeared, but the rest was still lingering in the sea of ​​consciousness. Mu Sheng had an inexplicable desire for that time and those two mysterious people, so he reached out to the fragment again. She saw the Kyushu in the past, surrounded by barren land, and she did not see the spirit of the immortal family at all. As recorded in the classics handed down from generation to generation, the heaven and the earth are not smooth, and the immortal way still has great flaws. People, go to the holy mountain to worship, and wait for the blessings from the gods.

After Mu Sheng finished reading all the condensed memory fragments in her mind, she found that her sea of ​​consciousness had also been broadened a lot under the impact of invisible forces. But right now, I don't have much free time to pay attention to those trivial things. Instead, I went back to the body directly, opened my eyes and looked at the warmth and sorrow: "Sister, how long has my consciousness been in a dream?"

"It's not too long, two days and two nights." She said with a warm smile, paused, and continued to ask, "Did you see anything this time?"

"The divine blood comes from the previous master of the piano." Mu Sheng said seriously, what she has inherited is not only the magic weapon, but also some memories about the past. She stared at Wen Qingshou, and caught a strange emotion from her eyebrows and eyes. The senior sister seemed to be curious about all this? That's right, the move that the senior sister used earlier is the inheritance of the Taishang Wuji Sect, but in memory, this inheritance can be regarded as the direct inheritance of another god? After thinking for a while, she said sadly to the warmth, "Sister, come and see for yourself."

She was startled when she heard the words, and she looked at Mu Sheng in surprise. Is this to open the sea of ​​consciousness to her? Let her go in and look at Shi Yi by herself? Her intention was to listen to Mu Sheng talk about the past. But telling it through her mouth is not as real as what I saw with my own eyes. Maybe I can use this to remember something? "Junior Sister Mu—" Wen Qingchou sighed softly. She might not be able to afford such trust!

Mu Sheng didn't know about the changes in his warm and sad mood, and there was nothing he couldn't see in that memory. The figures of the two people in her memory were blurred, with divinity hidden, she couldn't describe them accurately in words, so she might as well invite her senior sister to see for herself. She could believe in Wen Qingshou, but she was still somewhat on guard against Ye Xingyao, and she was relieved to urge Wen Qingshou to set up a defensive formation.

Ye Xingyao: "..."

Wen Qingchou no longer hesitates, she can take a big step forward from her goal, and she has no reason to refuse. She secretly rejoiced that Mu Sheng refined the five chaotic energies and was protected by the divine blood, otherwise, even a ray of divine thought in her incarnation might have caused the collapse of Mu Sheng's sea of ​​consciousness. The realm of the incarnation can be suppressed, but the soul is the real realm of the cave.

With warm and sad eyes, she carefully controlled her consciousness and entered Mu Sheng's world of consciousness. Mu Sheng's memory has the brand marks left by the blood of the gods, and this time she has really come into contact with those scenes in the past. However, unlike Mu Sheng who couldn't see the faces of those two people clearly, the cover in her eyes was almost non-existent. When the other party turned around, that glance through endless time made her soul suddenly riot! Fortunately, Wen Qingchou still has a sliver of spiritual consciousness to know that she is in Mu Sheng's sea of ​​consciousness, so she withdrew from the portal extremely quickly! The shock and riot of the primordial spirit hit the puppet incarnation, and the things that had been suppressed seemed to be completely unsealed, brushing away like a torrent! This avatar of hers couldn't bear the leaking power at all! It's just that at this moment, the holy lotus Buddha's energy that was sealed in the body floated up by itself, and a bodhi tree dharma appeared faintly behind her, and the hanging Buddha's energy protected her body.

Mu Sheng didn't expect such a thing to happen, he was taken aback, he just let the senior sister look at his memory! Could it be that those two gods could still harm the senior sister across eternity? She was anxious and guilty at the same time. At this moment, she was at a loss for what to do when she saw the bleeding from the seven orifices and the faint sign of her body cracking! She was afraid that if she touched it, the senior sister would shatter like falling glass!

"I'm fine." Sensing Mu Sheng's emotions, Wen Qingchou opened her eyes and squeezed out a word. She used the Buddha's breath to suppress the riot, and placed her hands on her knees. She just wanted to use Mu Sheng's memory to find the traces of her past, and she found it, but she didn't expect to bring the endless years of the past with her.

Doom is inevitable, dawn turns into mountains, rivers, sun and moon, returns infinite merit and power to heaven and earth, and then the gods collapse and turn into heaven and earth inspirations to complete the immortal way—

But how did she fall herself? She could only remember that she had sensed the opportunity of rebirth, and she was born again from the yin and yang spring in the realm of life and death. Her memory and everything about her have been wiped away by the ruthless years. It was originally her plan to recover when she cultivated to the state of refining the gods, but now she is taking another path... Finding herself from the memory of dawn Mark of.

Mu Sheng's eyes were fixed on Wen Qingchou for a moment, and seeing her breath gradually calm down, he breathed a sigh of relief. When Wen Qingshou opened his eyes, the eyes of the two intertwined. At this moment, Mu Sheng felt the impact of countless inexplicable emotions, but soon, the other side calmed down again. Mu Sheng blinked, a little puzzled.

Mu Sheng considered for a moment, but still couldn't restrain himself, and asked, "What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

Staring at Mu Sheng with warmth and sorrow, her expression was as usual, and she replied: "You have obtained that inheritance, but I am just an irrelevant person who suffered the backlash of the blood of the gods." Her tone was not different from usual, and These words are exactly similar to Mu Sheng's guess. Mu Sheng didn't doubt it, she lowered her head and said guiltily, "I'm sorry." If she hadn't made this suggestion, the senior sister wouldn't have suffered such backlash.

Wen Qingshou smiled softly and said, "It's okay, I'll just rest for a while." The traces of the past are not deep enough, and she just wanted to know about it, but she just broke an obsession. Things that happened thousands of years ago or even ten thousand years ago are like a gust of wind, passing by without a trace, but the things that were forgotten due to the thunder disaster in the past resurfaced again, but they appeared in front of us all the time. When Mu Sheng didn't pay attention, he looked at Ye Xingyao with a warm and sad look.

Her technique of avoiding calamity is a way of deceiving the sky and crossing the sea, and she has not really fallen into the calamity, so she needs to "request the title" at the beginning, so as to choose the way of avoiding calamity. He happened to meet Ye Xingyao from the Tianji Gate in the city, and saw something strange about her, so he asked her to be the "sender".

Heavenly secret warning, doom is imminent. According to Ye Xingyao's guidance, she used the technique of dreams to construct an environment to overcome the catastrophe, but she didn't know what went wrong, and she was really entangled with Mu Sheng's soul! Maybe it was because her soul was unstable during that time? Warm and sad brows were frowned, and the beautiful picture recalled again was lingering, which made her restlessness even higher. However, this dilapidated avatar needs to practice meditation, when her breath stopped, she spurted out a mouthful of blood, which startled Mu Sheng! Mu Sheng hastily picked up Wen Qingshou, wiped off the blood from the corner of her lips with a handkerchief, and said annoyed and sad: "Senior sister, you—"

Before he finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly gripped by warmth and sorrow. Mu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and raised his eyes to meet those deep eyes, and saw the rolling... passion/desire? It was as if a thunder had exploded in his mind, and Mu Sheng's ears were buzzing, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

In the end, Wen Qingchou suppressed the passion/desire on her own, she let go of Mu Sheng's wrist, her eyes glanced down, and she saw a circle of obvious red fingerprints. "Sorry." Wen Qingshou whispered, stretched out her finger and wiped the delicate skin. Mu Sheng shivered, and regained consciousness in an instant, she leaned back, her white wrists were covered by her hanging sleeves, she bit her lips, a blush appeared on her face. "I don't know how fellow Daoist Ye is." She pulled out a sentence to break the vague embarrassment between herself and Wen Qingchou.

Wen Qingchou didn't answer, she lowered her eyes and said: "I want to meditate and heal my wounds. Please ask my junior sister to protect me these days."

Mu Sheng nodded hastily.

Lonely peak after snow.

The melted ice and snow turned into trickling springs, and the whole mountain was full of spring, like a day for thousands of years.

In the Bamboo Heart Palace, the Empress of Ghost Prison, who was meditating and cultivating, suddenly opened her eyes, and there was a shining light in her pupils.

Her consciousness controls the body and the incarnation, and what the incarnation gains is the property of the body. The torrent of memories that almost caused the avatar to collapse can only be sorted out with the body. She easily melted away the seal dropped by the Buddha's aura, allowing the vacant memory to return to herself, filling up the blank past one by one. When the heaven and the earth first opened, the yin and yang were fixed; when the gods preached, the barbaric world began to flourish... Her memory came from the dawn, and it only stayed when the dawn fell. How did the gods fall after this? How did she die herself? How did you get it back? It is still a cloud of fog that cannot be seen clearly. And the evil lord—could it be that some divine monarch fell? Or is it herself? After dawn died, could her mind be at peace? In the end, her own doom also came true? Otherwise, how did the karma on her body come from?

"Master." Lu Wuhen's voice came from outside the hall, interrupting the contemplation of the Empress of Ghost Prison.

"Let's proceed." The Empress of Ghost Prison's expression fluctuated, and finally returned to a state of tranquility.

Usually, the main body of the Lord is in retreat, and everything is related to that incarnation, but now she senses that the main body of the Lord has awakened, and she happens to report one thing.

"My lord, the Taoist Lord of Yanzong was about to find that forbidden place that day, do you want to stop it?"

"No need, let her go." The Ghost Prison Empress said softly.

"Then your plan?" Lu Wuhen looked up in surprise.

"It doesn't matter whether I borrow the name of Tianyanzong or not after I get the place in the Tianbang. Besides, Yun Qingzhou is already ready to join the WTO, and I just finished the karma with her." The Empress of Ghost Prison said in a deep voice. The four artifacts were originally sacrificed by Li Xiao, even if they did not fall into her hands, they would not be obtained by anyone other than Mu Sheng, especially the Sword of Li Xiao! It is said to suppress the evil master's soul, but now it is not even clear where that soul is! What they need to deal with is the group of forces that are raging around in the name of the evil lord! But to deal with this group of people, do we have to use artifacts? Can't they do it by their own capabilities? Is this how the immortal way developed?

Lu Wuhen nodded, knowing that the empress had her own plans in mind, so she didn't ask any more questions.

The outer sea, the realm of mystery. This place is the boundary of the demon court, located in the extreme north, the weather is extremely cold, except for a few demon clans, most demons will not approach this place.

However, in the flying snow all over the sky, there was a female cultivator walking against the wind with a knife on her back. The speed of spiritual power passing here is extremely fast, even if she has reached the stage of distraction, she dare not fly recklessly here. A wine gourd was hung around her waist, and whenever she couldn't bear the cold, she would take a sip of wine. When she found where the breath was, there was water in her stupefied eyes, obviously a little drunk.

Under this mysterious extreme wind, the icy cave has existed for an unknown number of years. Wuxia's eyes dimmed slightly, and they slowly fell along that passage. The cold air underneath was worse than that on the ground, and the cassock on her body vibrated, releasing clusters of aura, as if there was a golden crow bathing in fire on the hem of the robe, blocking the cold air around her body. But the deeper one went, the weaker the aura became. Fortunately, Wuxia had a lot of magic weapons, and with a flick of his wrist, he used a small stove to continuously absorb the cold air around him.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Wuxia arrived at the end of the ice cave, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Yun Lian who was trapped by ice crystals. The ice crystals were not ordinary ice, but extended from a black stone next to it, and had the same origin as the cold air in the cave. After all, Wuxia was a master craftsman, and he could tell the origin of the black stone at a glance! This stone is named "Xuanming Stone". It is the crystal of the cold air in the world and the packaging material for casting magic weapons. But because of the extreme coldness on it, it is impossible to remove it by ordinary means. Wanting to come to Yunlian to take the stone recklessly, he was trapped by ice crystals.

In the ice crystal, Yun Lian's brows were indifferent, and he was closing his eyes in meditation. Suddenly, a familiar breath overflowed, she opened her eyes and saw Wuxia with a complicated expression. After staring at each other for a moment, she said indifferently, "What are you doing here?"

Wuxia took a deep breath, pretending to be calm and said: "The evil tide is surging in the Kyushu, I am ordered by the head of the sect to find you back to the sect."

Yun Lian didn't have any extra words, her eyes were silent, no matter what she was looking at, they were all the same. Hearing Wuxia's words, she just nodded: "En."

Her posture caused Wuxia's inner unwillingness and anger to surge again. Her good senior sister's heart was moved and love was born, and when the heart was extinguished, the love disappeared! She is free and happy, everything is over due to origin and extinction, and she turns to the ruthless way, and cultivates into the state of forgetting love, but she completely ignores herself who was pulled into the catastrophe of love by her! "Don't you have anything else to say to me?" Wuxia didn't try to rescue Yun Lian, but stared at her and asked in a deep voice.

Yun Lian glanced at Wuxia, and said slowly: "The fate between you and me is over, and it's irrelevant to seek the way separately."

"It's so irrelevant! It seems that these days of being frozen, your ruthlessness has gone a step further." Wuxia sneered, even though she guessed her words, she still couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in her heart. The emotion in her eyes gradually sank, she turned around and sacrificed a strange fire to the Xuanming Stone. As a craftsman, in order to improve the level of forging magical weapons, in addition to the forging technique, the forging fire used is also extremely important. This strange fire was obtained by Wuxia with great painstaking efforts, and it just melted away the coldness of the Xuanming Stone. After the Xuanming Stone was disconnected from the ice crystal, she cast a sword light and collided with the overflowing cold air, only to hear a few thuds, and the ice crystal that trapped Yun Lian shattered into pieces. A shard of ice crystal grazed Yun Lian's cheek, leaving an obvious bloodstain.

Yun Lian turned to Wuxia, raised his sleeves and said, "Thank you."

She lowered her eyes flawlessly, and said again: "You don't need to thank me, you are all of the same way, this is my duty." After a pause, she said again, "The evil tide in Kyushu is surging, and the four artifacts have been created. Now Xuanmo Er Daoist disciples are all practicing in the heaven list, and have gained the opportunity to enter the secret realm. My generation of Tianyanzong disciples, led by Yichen, plus your very good true disciple, should live up to the trust."

Yun Lian was startled, frowned, and asked in confusion, "What true disciple? Someone preached for me?" Among the monks, there are many things of preaching on behalf of teachers, disciples, and colleagues.

Wuxia raised her eyes in astonishment when she heard the words, she looked at Yun Lian and said, "You didn't accept disciples? Then why would someone take your token and handwriting to worship in Tianyan Sect?! And she also read your "Tai Shang "Forgetting Love"!"

Yun Lian was also aware of the strangeness and badness of the matter. She knew best about confiscating apprentices, and immediately said with a cold face: "I don't know. I did travel abroad to find disciples with roots to inherit the orthodoxy, but until now, I’ve never met anything that suits me.”

Is Duan Mie Peak's true biography a fake? This matter is really absurd. If it gets out, Tianyan Sect will lose all face! Wuxia didn't care about the conflict with Yun Lian, so she looked at her without moving her eyes at this moment, and asked, "Where's the Great Seal of the Peak Lord?"

Yun Lian wrote lightly: "I accidentally lost it." Gains and losses no longer make waves in her heart, so where would she have the leisure to look for them? Furthermore, just a peak lord's great seal can't do much.

Flawless: "..."

Mingxin Island.

It is only the last few days before the end of the Tianbang competition, and Wen Qingchou has also come out of the state of meditation.

She suppressed the strange emotions churning in her heart, stared at Mu Sheng and said, "Isn't Junior Sister looking for the treasure house of the Lost Lemen? Now there are only a few days left, and I just go to the Guxuan Cave to solve this matter."

"I don't want to." Mu Sheng shook his head like a rattle. The previous scene was so terrifying, how could she dare to let Wen Qingchou take risks for her?

With a sigh of warmth, she said: "Junior Sister, I really feel better. You are an alchemist. Can't you see it?"

Mu Sheng said: "But now I only have Jindan, and many things are beyond my ability." She grabbed Wen Qingshou's wrist, met her eyes, and said seriously, "Senior sister, just rest here until the day list The fight is over."

"But I want to give my younger sister a gift," she said with a warm smile.

In the future, if you don't bear the name of Duan Mie Peak, I'm afraid there won't be many chances to get close to it, right?

Those evil cultivators were originally the whetstones and rewards left by the Taoist sect to their disciples. If that's the case, why can't they take it?