God level hypnotist

The white-clothed man felt that his thoughts were a little light. The other party's eyes were narrowed, and they were as beautiful as crescent moons. Although they were somewhat similar to him, somehow, he couldn't get enough of them at the moment.

In a trance, he heard the other party asking who he was, he didn't even think about it, he laughed for a while, teased the white fox in his hand twice, and said lazily: "I am the fox demon in charge of Yumian Mountain, Xuan Yulang."

Such a simple and meaningless question, I am not afraid to ask this young man to inquire about it.

"So that's how it is." The young man seemed to be a little more happy when he got the answer, his eyes like a lake and deep pool flickered a few times, and there seemed to be light fluctuations in them, which made him even more curious.

"Second question," the young man's thin lips curled slightly, and the words he spit out were so warm that he slowed down his thoughts even more.

"What do you mean by the 'qi of primordial yang' and 'qi of closed yin' just now? Can you explain to me a little bit?"

Xuan Yulang only felt that the questions asked by the opposite person were too boring, so he moved his lips lazily, and said impatiently: "Everything in the world is born with yin and yang, demons are yin, and humans are yang. You are the son of a fox demon." , your body must have the qi of closed yin left by your mother, and perhaps because of your father's human nature, there is also the qi of primordial yang in your body, it's not known."

Speaking of this, Fang Fang became interested and said: "But I have practiced for thousands of years, but I have never seen such a tough and strong person with Yuanyang Qi. You are the first one."

The first one... how come?

When Xuan Yulang said this, he felt a little unfinished, opened his mouth, and wanted to add something, but the words disappeared like a puff of smoke.

He suddenly couldn't remember what he wanted to ask the young man just now, what was coming, so he had to give up, and subconsciously looked into the young man's eyes again.

The young man was silent for a while, closed his eyes slightly, raised them again after a while, and asked in a deep voice: "I am the son of a fox demon, and I should also be a demon, but why do I often attract all the demons to come and want to eat me? "

Xuan Yulang sneered, only to realize that he remembered what he had just forgotten, and hurriedly said: "Are you stupid? I have already said that although you are the son of a fox demon, you also have the unique vitality of human beings in your body. And it is particularly strong and flexible, which is different from ordinary people. You must know that this Yuanyang Qi is a treasure that helps all monsters practice. The monsters have a keen sense of smell, and when they smell your breath, they are scrambling to seduce you and try to take it for themselves Yes, you can eat meat and drink blood to your heart's content, and you can also use your primordial yang energy to improve your cultivation."

"So that's the case." The young man seemed to sigh lightly, shook his head, then smiled freely, parted his thin lips, and said, "The third question, is your Excellency and Meng Mou related by blood?"

Xuan Yulang instinctively didn't want to answer this question.However, the young man stared at him with a pair of eyes, and for some reason, he couldn't dodge, and said involuntarily: "Barely count."

"Your mother, Yufushang, used to be my elder sister Xuan Yulang, the fox demon with the highest level of cultivation besides me in Yumian Mountain." He frowned and replied, "But that was just in the past."

The young man let out a soft oh, and saw an unknown look flashing in those deep eyes.

He took a few steps back in a daze, and the shallow streamer in Xuan Yulang's eyes that made Xuan Yulang quite curious couldn't be seen clearly.

Xuan Yulang wanted to lean over to have a look, but his mind was befuddled and his body was inexplicably tired, so he closed his eyes slightly and took a nap.

About half a cup of tea time passed.

Xuan Yulang opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the young man in front of him with a gloomy expression.

But he saw Meng Heng standing tall and jade at the bottom of the steps, neither dodging nor dodging, with a long smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What did you just do?" he asked coldly.

Just now, he didn't feel a trace of cultivation and spiritual power from the young man. In the past two months, his various experiments on the young man were enough for him to understand the young man's details.

He is a person without cultivation at all.

Even the two-month-old white fox in my hand was inferior.

But such a person just made him lose his mind for a moment.

Xuan Yulang's face was half green and half white.

Falling in the hands of a mortal is somewhat embarrassing, even if the other party has such a strange vitality, he shouldn't be treated as an ordinary mortal.

Meng Heng took a panoramic view of Xuan Yulang's expression changes calmly.

He smiled lightly and said: "Just now, Meng made a small plan to ask you a few questions, which may make you feel exhausted. It is because Meng has been rude."

The attitude in the speech was calm, neither flinching nor covering up, and he did not regard the other party as a monster with profound cultivation and could kill people in an instant.

This kind of understatement and blunt apology made Xuan Yulang angry and had nowhere to vent his anger.

He frowned, glared at the young man a few times, but smiled slyly in his phoenix eyes, and said, "Okay, I don't care about you, a mortal."

He flicked his sleeves, walked to the couch, walked to Meng Heng's side step by step, leaned his lower body slightly, and leaned into Meng Heng's ear, imitating Meng Heng's soft voice just now, and said with a smile: "Anyway, it's my Xuanyu. Lang's hands, you just remember, you will feel better in the future."

After saying that, he laughed for a while, and walked out of the stone mansion leisurely, leaving only Meng Heng standing in place.

Meng Heng closed his eyes.It was a little dark in front of his eyes, and when the figure of the man in white was gone, he staggered a few steps, supported the stone pillar on one side, leaned over and took a few deep breaths.

The hypnosis on Xuan Yulang just now forced him to concentrate all his energy, causing the breath in his body that had not yet calmed down to be agitated slightly. Now that he suddenly relaxed, he felt even more exhausted.

At this moment, with a whimper, the white fox that was hugged by Xuan Yulang seemed to turn around and run back, and slithered to Meng Heng's feet.

Meng Heng's feet went limp, his hands loosened, and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the ground in this side of the Shifu is paved with soft down, so it won't hurt if you fall on the ground.

Meng Heng turned his eyes quietly, looking at the white fox lying on the side obediently at the same line of sight as his own, recalling Xuan Yulang's words in his heart.

All things in the world, yin and yang are born together, demons are yin, man is yang...

As well as the vital yang qi and closed yin qi in his body...

I am afraid that the two breaths that disturbed him at that time were the "Qi of Yuanyang" and "Qi of Closed Yin". He remembered that when Xuan Yulang saw him, he said, "The two breaths are fighting endlessly." "The qi of Yuanyang is entangled and disturbed by the qi of closed yin" Yunyun... there should be nothing wrong.

The yin-closing qi is because the original owner is the son of the fox demon, and he has it in his body, but if the original yang qi is due to the original owner's father, it doesn't make sense.

Because in the memory of the original owner, there is no such painful memory of the two breaths fighting back and forth.

Could it be that it was because he traveled over here and brought his original so-called "Yang Qi" into this body?

Thinking of this, Meng Heng couldn't help but want to laugh.

Where have you heard of "Yang Qi" in modern society? !

He shook his head, his eyes happened to meet the dark eyes of the white fox beside him, and he couldn't help sighing softly.

It turned out that the skin of the original owner was from the same clan as the beast, and his life experience was quite twists and turns—the mother of the fox clan, the father of a human.

I'm afraid that my uncontrollable bloodthirsty desire at the time of the outbreak is also related to the nature of the original owner's fox demon. Subconsciously, I know that I have Yuanyang energy in my body that all monsters flock to. The earth wants to suck it, so that it will mutilate itself, and drink blood like a beast.

With a somewhat complicated mood, he raised his arm and pillowed it behind his head, turned his eyes away as if he didn't want to look at the white fox beside him, closed his eyelids, and fell asleep a little tired.

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It took another two days for Meng Heng to sleep.

He was awakened by the white fox that got into the neck and arched back and forth.When he woke up, the beast was licking his neck with its wet tongue. When he turned his head slightly, he saw that the little beast showed its sharp teeth and was about to bite his neck.

Fortunately, although the teeth are sharp, they are really short, otherwise they might have bitten him to pieces.

Meng Heng waved the white fox away and sat up propped up.

He didn't feel it when he was in a coma, but now that he woke up, he felt a pang of hunger in his stomach, which reminded him.

I don't know what he relied on to maintain his energy when he was unconscious before.

There must be some miraculous thing in this cave.

Up to now, Meng Heng has already put aside the materialism he once believed in. The world is changing, and quick adaptation is the kingly way.

He stood up unsteadily, still wrapped in the thin blanket he was wrapped in when he was unconscious, and slowly walked out of the stone room.

During the period, one by one bent down to sniff the exotic flowers and herbs growing in the corner, and the dry powdered medicine placed on the stone platform.

Its smell is mild, its color is ordinary, and it does not seem to be poisonous.

I picked another leaf tip and chewed it in my mouth, thinking about it.

After a long while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took off a handful of sharp grass leaves and stuffed them into the mouth of the white fox who had been following him, and watched the white fox's reaction with a smile.

Seeing that the white fox swallowed it naturally, did not resist struggling, and there was no abnormality after swallowing, and still looked at him with piercing eyes.

It seems that this grass, nine out of ten, is also something that is helpful to these cultivating monsters.

Meng Heng grabbed a handful of herbs and put them in his mouth to chew and swallow them one by one. After about a cup of tea, he really felt refreshed.

This stone room is an extraordinarily spacious and tall room that looks like a hall. There are no candles or skylights inside, but it is extremely bright and resplendent.

Meng Heng was not interested in this, so he just walked out of Yingtianshi Mansion.

The outside is full of shades of willows and flowers, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Nearby, there is flowing water, flowers are red and willows are green, and in the distance is ink and green hills, and clouds are steaming and rosy. It is like a proud spring scene.

It's just that in this picturesque scenery, there are wild beasts that come and go as far as the eye can see.

Nothing but the fox.

Meng Heng's eyes lightly swept across the scene in front of him, and he could faintly feel a trace of strange aura, slightly stirring the so-called "Qi of Yuanyang" and "Qi of Closed Yin" in his body.

But perhaps because the foxes in front of him are not very advanced and the distance is still far away, the change of this breath is not obvious, and it is still within the range of his tolerance.

He stepped forward and didn't go to the place where the foxes gathered, but only walked to a few clumps of peach trees beside the stream.

But it was also strange, obviously the peach trees over there were still in bloom, but the few peach trees here had already produced huge fruits, the red peaches hanging on the branches looked very attractive.

Meng Heng stretched out his hand to pick one off easily, squatted down and washed it by the stream, then brought it to his mouth and bit off most of it in one bite.

It's cloyingly sweet.

Then he swallowed the peach three or two times, and ate two more before giving up.

Only then did he feel a little full, and just as he was about to squat down to clear his hands, his body froze in mid-air.