After five thousand years of cultivating immortality, he was picked up and cultivated by Heaven.

Grind the various pigments you bought into powder, put them in a small plate, add water, mix well, and you are ready to paint.

Bai Qing had a foundation in painting. He practiced several times on paper and became familiar with the characteristics of various paints, so he could get started quickly.

The stand-in doll was carved with the image of the first time they met. Song Yuyue had just returned to Lexian City, and she was still wearing the clothes of the Qingyu Sect.

The white robe, collar, sleeves, waist, and hem are embroidered with complex and gorgeous cyan patterns. He is a true descendant of the immortal family, the son of a noble family, with a bright and beautiful figure, and an air of immortality.

Bai Qing paints very slowly, every detail, striving for perfection.

Until dawn, Bai Qing put down his pen and rubbed his sore wrist.

"It's finally finished, but I'm so exhausted that my eyes are almost useless and my hands hurt."

"If this boy hadn't saved my life, I wouldn't have suffered this."

"I'm really tired and want to sleep."

But, no, the puppet still lacks the most critical steps.

After applying the color, let it dry for a while, and then take heart blood to enchant the spirit, turning the lifeless spirit wood into a flesh and blood body, which is equivalent to your own incarnation.

This step can use other people's hard work or your own. Bai Qing decided to use his own.

There are curse spells in the world of immortality. The monk's blood, hair, nails, and even clothes can become the medium to implement the curse.

This is common sense in the world of immortality, and monks usually keep these things properly.

You can't buy your hard work, you can only use your own.

Some evil cultivators may capture monks and use materials from the monks to make elixirs, medicines, and magic weapons, etc. The methods are extremely cruel.

Bai Qing has never encountered such a person before. If he did, he would kill such a person even if he was injured.

Cardiac bleeding does not mean cutting open the heart and taking the blood from the heart. It is enough to connect the fingers to the heart and take the blood from the fingers.

Not all blood flowing from fingers can be used. In order to achieve better results, the monks control their own blood and flow it out from the wounds on their fingers. This concentrated blood essence is the best.

Bai Qing cut his finger and controlled a drop of his heart blood to slowly flow from his heart to his finger.

Rich, round, full, and fragrant blood beads emerged from the fingers and trembled slightly on the white fingertips.

Upon seeing this, Bai Qing quickly wrapped the blood beads with spiritual power and sent them to the heart of the doll.

As soon as he touched the doll, the blood beads disappeared instantly, and the entire doll turned red, trembling slightly on the table.

Bai Qing immediately entered a few Spirit-Reinforcing Techniques to seal the surging energy contained in the heart's blood into the body of the doll. After finishing the work, the doll calmed down and its color returned to its original state, except that it had a bit more of the texture of human skin.

Becoming more alive and like a real person.

"It's pretty cute."

Bai Qing stopped the bleeding on his finger and sprinkled some medicinal powder on it. The wound healed immediately, leaving only a shallow scar.

"I'm so exhausted. I feel like my body has been hollowed out."

After completing this most important step, the rest will be much easier.

A spirit gathering array was set up, and the puppet was placed in the middle of the spirit gathering array to warm it up. The puppet actually looked like a living person, with its chest rising and falling slightly, constantly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

"This is a bit weird!"

"But... it just works."

Nothing happened for the time being. Bai Qing lay down on the bed and fell asleep quickly. The spiritual power in his body began to circulate spontaneously to replenish the consumed part.

A few hours later, Bai Qing was still sleeping, making tea and refining dolls, but he was exhausted.

In a place where no one saw it, the doll's eyes moved, as if it was sizing up the surrounding environment, and then became motionless. However, its eyes were darker than before, and its eyes were a little more agile.

Bai Qing didn't know all this, he was sleeping in darkness on the bed.

Wang Ziying's family.

"Ying'er, is Immortal Bai the same person?" Mrs. Qin asked.

"Well, alone." Wang Ziying replied. It was the Chinese New Year and there was nothing to do for the time being. He would also rest for a few days.

"Why don't you invite Immortal Bai over? Let's celebrate the New Year together." Mrs. Qin was busy with her work while chatting with her son.

"No, it's too deliberate. We are only mortals. It's not good to be too deliberate."

"Well, mother, I listen to you."

Song family.

In the magnificent, low-key and luxurious hall, the head of the Song family was entertaining his clan members.

Song Yuyue sat below him with an expressionless face.

People are accustomed to it. Most of those who can sit in the main hall know what happened that year and understand Song Yuyue's changes.

Liu Hongyun sat next to the head of the Song family, with a decent smile on her young face, greeting the clan members present from time to time.

Song Yuyue was wandering in the sky. The people in the hall were drinking and talking, and the wonderful dances of beautiful young women one after another did not attract his attention.

What is that person doing now?

After a while, I went to find him. It was so boring here.

No see in one day, like every three autumns.

I really miss him.

This is Song Yuyue's inner voice.

After struggling for a while, Song Yuyue got up and said goodbye to her parents and clan members.

The originally expressionless face revealed a smile the moment he turned around.

bang bang bang-

Bai Qing was sleeping soundly and was woken up by a knock on the door, feeling very unhappy.

When she sensed that the person outside the door was Song Yuyue, her face turned calm as if she had changed her face.

When he got up to open the door, he thought about giving Song Yuyue a key later so that he wouldn't have to wait outside the door.

Many formations in the yard have already memorized Song Yuyue's aura and will not attack him. They only need to give him a key.

It really doesn't look right to have the future head of the Song family waiting outside the door.

The two of them were sitting in the hall, Bai Qing fuming.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so haggard after not seeing me for a day?"

Song Yuyue stared at Bai Qing's face as soon as he walked in. His skin was dull, his eyes were black and his eyes were dull, as if he was seriously ill. Song Yuyue felt a little distressed.

"Haggard?"

Bai Qing condensed a water mirror at random.

"Ah...this..."

The person in the water mirror had very heavy dark circles, which reminded Bai Qing of a programmer who worked overtime in his previous life.

"Isn't this too scary? How did I become like this?"

Bai Qing covered her face with her hands. It was just a drop of blood. Why was it so serious?

"What happened?" Song Yuyue asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, just a drop of my heart's blood."

"What? You don't want your life?" Song Yuyue stood up and asked sternly.

"What's wrong? Why are you reacting like this?" Bai Qing looked up at Song Yuyue in confusion. Apart from being tired, he had no other discomfort.

"The heart blood is blood essence. The essence in the blood is pure and flawless, and it is difficult to regenerate. How much essence blood can you, a monk in the Qi Refining Stage, have? Do you know that it will kill you?"

"It's not as serious as you said. Really, I don't feel anything other than tired."

Bai Qing forced out a smile and took Song Yuyue's arm, "Sit down quickly."