The plot of Cultivation of Immortals is unreliable

Listening to the unobstructed laughter, Zhu Huan wanted to threaten, but he couldn't find an excuse, so he could only change the subject with persuasion and said, "Is it funny? I have so little spiritual power that I can use now. If someone attacks, There is no resistance."

Zhu Huan came up with this method in line with the principle of all prosperity and one loss. He now has very little spiritual power, and there are only a handful of spells he can support. What's more, the situation of the sea of ​​consciousness is different from other people's. The water spirit root has become an incompletely mutated ice spirit root, but the fusion is perfect, and there is no pressure to use the attack.

But Yuanying used to rely on the dantian and tendons to store spiritual power, and Yuanying cultivated himself. Now that his sea of ​​consciousness has become like this, he still doesn’t know if he can successfully conceive a baby. Water and ice do not conflict in essence, but this It is different from his awakened bloodline now. Shouldn't the awakened bloodline be converted to a bloodline? Why is it still like this in his sea of ​​consciousness?

With such a mention, Wu Xi also felt that something was wrong, Zhu Ming's spiritual power shouldn't be so weak!

But before she swore that she was a demon cultivator who knew a lot, and she also thought that she was also a demon cultivator, so she didn't just figure out the small problems of demon cultivator cultivation.She can also improve her cultivation level by basking in the sun every day, and she can only look at the inheritance left by her mother when she is more, does the demon cultivator still need to practice?

And she dared not say it.

"What about your inheritance?" Wu Xi asked.

"How do I know? Is my bloodline incomplete?" Zhu Huan suddenly remembered, "Is it my soul, that is, the problem of the soul? You know that I am not a human cultivator here. When I signed the contract, some memories flowed to Where are you." If it weren't for this sense of support from the soul, Zhu Huan wouldn't dare to trust an... outsider.

After hearing this, Wu Xi became angry, "I thought you wouldn't want to let me know your memory, and that part of your soul is particularly condensed, which is not inferior to mine at all. I was afraid of any accidents, so I took that part of you back then. Ruined."

Zhu Ming frowned, "Then you also know part of it."

"...I don't know." Wu Xi had a misty mushroom face, and the color of the big mushroom with fluorescent patterns in the sea of ​​consciousness began to change, "I remembered it at the time, and later I knew that I knew your memory, and even remembered it clearly At that time when the contract was completed, the soul trembled, but I don't remember your memory at all."

Zhu Huan didn't believe it, and had doubts in his heart, but he also knew that there was nothing to ask.

Wu Xi was in a guilty conscience, and seeing that Zhu Huan was silent, she was completely afraid that he would cause trouble for her, so she kept silent. The two were thinking about other things, and the atmosphere was very silent for a while.

"Eh!"

How is this going?Zhu Ming was amazed.

Looking down at the white hairs on his body moving slightly and regularly, even if he is still, he can feel a fine wave of spiritual power converging from his whole body and spreading out again. There is almost no trace of the dantian that has not increased.

"It must be the effect of the blood." Wu Xi, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared, affirming that her spiritual sense could clearly feel the flesh and blood in Zhu Huan's body being strengthened. That's how her body became stronger under the sun.

"Are you sure?" Zhu Ming raised his eyebrows.

"Oh." Without waiting for Wu Xi to answer, Zhu Huan confirmed the answer. After all, the question is not important. The next moment Wu Xi felt that Zhu Huan began to adjust his internal breath, and the spiritual power infiltrating into his body doubled instantly, completely Ignore her presence.

Wu Xi snorted angrily, and then... didn't want to talk anymore.

Opening his eyes again, the inner room has been plunged into darkness, feeling the spiritual power in his body that has become a bowl compared to water droplets, as if his small body is also full of power, after all, it is not always reminding himself of the frailty of becoming a cub body.

Thinking of the anger with Wuxi before, "Are you still there?" Zhu Ming asked Wuxi in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Conscience found that he felt that it was better not to play cold violence with the mushrooms in the air. After all, it was for his own sake.

Then Wuxi's answer became weak, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Just asking you not to get angry.

As Zhu Huan spoke, he stretched out his paws to scratch the futon on the ground. It may have just begun to grow, and his paws were a little itchy.

Scratching and scratching, I suddenly found that something was wrong. There was a weak spiritual force on the futon. The claws snapped, and the claws that were not sharp enough protruded, hooked the futon and pulled the futon to the side. Sure enough, a spiritual energy burst out from below. The small branch line of the spiritual vein, Zhu Min was stunned. Is it really the rich and powerful Cao Mutang? Even a house that has been unoccupied for a long time can use the spiritual vein. It is conceivable that there should be a big one under the mountain of Cao Mutang. Lingmai.

This is a good thing that even Feng, the eldest disciple of Jiantian Peak, has never seen.

Without hesitation, he pulled the futon that could cover the spiritual veins to one side, and threw them far away, and the surrounding spiritual power suddenly became more abundant, and Zhu Huan felt it was a pity that the spiritual veins were only occupied for a while. I felt that my spiritual power was rising slowly. If I had removed the futon before and found this spot, it would probably increase even faster.

Thinking about it, he shook his head again, he had to be contented, and just make good use of it in the future.

Gu Yaoshi, who came in, was taken aback by the way Xiaobai Tuanzi shook his head, and then he stretched out his hand to pinch the back of his neck, and put it into the arms of Hei Mudan, who was following behind. This is?"

"My spirit beast, temporarily treat it according to your junior brother's treatment, let the servants take good care of it, don't be bullied by others, and stay with me for the time being, you come to see it every day."

Hei Mudan raised her head in shock when she heard "my spirit beast", and immediately responded in a more respectful and low voice, "Yes, master."

Zhu Huan, who stuck out his head from the softness, was stunned when he heard this sentence. Why does this not look like a conversation between a direct disciple and a master.

Could it be that the Caomutang has some secrets that I don't know about? I haven't heard of any dirty things in the Caomutang, but it is said that the second disciple and the third disciple were raised by the eldest disciple Hei Mudan, so they often enter the same room together. Come out, the feeling is very good.

Forget it, I'm just borrowing it, knowing whether I don't know it will not help me at all, and I can't change the miserable fact that he has to rely on a woman for his living after being changed hands. What's worse, this person is Black Peony, who is widely sought after by male disciples. , Zhu Ming rarely thought of that hearty woman named 'Eight Jin', if it was her, I'm afraid it would be easier to accept.

After Gu Yaoshi finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and left. Hei Mudan stood up straight after he walked for a while, obviously frightened, and raised Zhu Min to eye level, with a smile on his face, "Little thing , then follow me."

After saying this, he took him to the couch in another more magnificent and rich house, and... left.

Zhu Ming: "..." I thought I was going to say something.

After closing the door, the door was plugged in from the outside, and this door was obviously not something that the current hair ball could handle. Zhu Huan jumped off the couch, wagging his tail and walked around the room. The most conspicuous thing inside was the middle door. The silver-gray and cold wooden couch is covered with soft woolen blankets, followed by the pillars around the room, it seems that there is incense burning inside, there is no bed, and there are no other things that should be there.

Is this just a place of daily rest?Is it really good for Xiuxian Zhengdao to enjoy so much?

But after finding a quiet room with spiritual veins, Zhu Huan was not so picky. He is not a human being now, and he can fully satisfy all the needs for the bed on the couch.

The most important thing at the moment is transformation, so Zhu Huan spent the whole night in the quiet room. After adjusting his breath again, the sky was still dark and gloomy outside the skylight, as if it was going to rain, but this didn't dampen Zhu Huan's good mood.

When there was movement outside the door, Zhu Huan even made two "whoops", wanting to ask 'what's the matter', but the sound frightened him, so he jumped onto the couch and got into the blanket in a few steps.

The tall and slender maid brought in a food box, and plates of exquisite spiritual food were placed on the stone platform.

Zhu Huan was puzzled, and jumped down again. This stone platform was only slightly higher than the ground, and it was obviously not for human use. He even stepped on it a few times when he turned around yesterday. Could it be that this place was specially prepared for him? ?

Even thinking about it is impossible!

Then there was no time to be confused. When Zhu Min, who hadn't been hungry for a long time, smelled the fragrance of the spirit fruit, his stomach groaned, and he secretly raised his head. The maid was still looking out. Take it, Zhu Min's slightly feverish ears were quickly brought under control.

After the maid placed the spirit fruit, she brought out another Gu Si soup before turning around and leaving.

With the spirit fruit in his mouth, Zhu Huan started to have trouble, how to drink this soup, pour it out?The spiritual power is not used very well, how can it be spilled?

There was a knock on the door outside, Zhu Huan was about to answer without raising his head, but when he remembered his own voice, he closed his mouth again. Sure enough, no one opened the door and came in without paying attention to the people outside.

Hei Mudan opened the door and walked over with a smile on her face, "It's a coincidence, are you eating?"

Zhu Huan didn't care about her, and ate his own, only hoping to absorb the spiritual power inside.

Black Peony pursed her mouth, but since the spirit beast belonged to the master, it was not easy to do anything, especially since it was brought by the master himself, so she felt a little jealous, so she took out a piece of melon and fruit from the plate , put it in front of Zhu Ming, "Do you want to eat?"

"..." Zhu Huan stared at the hand.

Seeing him looking at her, Hei Mudan laughed twice, waved in front of his eyes, and then put it in her mouth, "Well, it's quite sweet."

Zhu Ming: "..." It's not a three-year-old child, how could he be teased by this kind of trick, stretch out his claws, push the plate over there, and give it to you if you want to eat it.

Zhu Min noticed another dish, which was cut into small red dices, which was suitable for eating without chopsticks, and just as he stretched out his claws to grab it, he was beaten and staggered.

Hei Mudan patted the little paw, feeling that it was too strong, so she quickly picked it up and patted the fur on it, and said with a smile, "That can be strung with the tip of the claw, and the fur will be dirty if you scratch it."

Zhu Min looked at her suspiciously, looking very experienced?

However, Hei Mudan took out a pair of chopsticks and began to hold spiritual fruits for him, and then seriously introduced various spiritual fruits.

"You have to eat some of these, and the spiritual power contained in them is also different. For example, this kind has red skin, a white heart with black spots inside, and the spiritual power is sticky. You should eat less." He said and picked a piece for Zhu Huan, Serve on a small plate in front of you.

"Eat this kind of food as soon as possible after cutting it. The spiritual power dissipates quickly and is easier to absorb."

Black Peony introduced plate by plate, and every time he mentioned a kind, he picked out a piece for Zhu Ye. Zhu Ye hadn't eaten as fast as the introduction, and soon the small plate in front couldn't fit.

Zhu Ming squatted up and listened seriously.

After introducing all the spiritual fruits, Black Peony was also a little thirsty, which brought her back to the time when she brought her junior brother. At that time, the junior brother was still young, and she even had to give him a little bit of it to slow down. Learn to eat slowly.

Let Bai Tuan, who was sitting up straight, eat by himself, and Hei Mudan began to study what kind of real this junior is, leopard?Unlike, leopards don't sound like that, civet cats, nor do tigers?It's even worse, and I didn't see anything after studying it for a while.

"Hey, what are you?" Black Peony was curious.

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