Tai sui

"Master, you can't even speak, you can only use your photo to hum, you are almost turning into a mosquito, take care of yourself, don't keep thinking about protecting me with fragments."

It was the first time that Zhi Xiuchang became a mosquito at such a big age, and it took him two breaths to react. The trembling movement of Zhaoting was different from usual—Xi Ping guessed that it might be a "rebel" with a changed voice.

"Wait until I touch the outer furnace and let Master Lin fix Zhaoting before you hit me." A bright light from the silver moon wheel swept across, and Xi Ping quickly hid behind a statue of Bai Ling, but was still shaken. Almost blind, "Don't worry, I will definitely run."

Zhixiu: "..."

You wait until the time to run a try!

Zhao Ting was held down by Xi Ping's spiritual sense, but Zhi Xiu did not withdraw his gaze.Most of the time, he is unable to communicate with the outside world, because he is wrapped up in the grand will that wants to swallow him and cannot move.Sometimes the movement from Xi Ping is not to distract him, but to help him repeatedly confirm that "Sword Xiu Zhixiu" is a person who has ties to the world, and because he is watched by young eyes, he has to check himself all the time. By myself, I forced out the greatest courage and tried my best to demonstrate to the younger generation where the boundaries of human beings are.

When Xi Ping got angry with his master, he simply took the inspiration away from his vision and attached it to his other senses. His sense of hearing, which was born to be a little sharper than others, instantly became sharper than others.He heard the colossal spirit stone statue behind him making a "creaking" sound, and the spiritual energy seemed to be being drawn away continuously, but it was not heading towards the battlefield, but pointing to the fairy palace where the head retreated.

Xi Ping took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his desire to protrude his consciousness out, took a breath-holding pill, and then used the spiritual mask to "imitate" it, turning into the soldier who was the first to ferry him out of Tao County.

He became a mortal who could confuse the real with the fake.

Ordinary people can't open their spiritual apertures, just like still life such as plants and trees, only after a long period of time can a negligible amount of spiritual energy seep into the body.The spiritual energy surging in the Immortal Palace passed him by without any connection. Xi Ping almost merged with the rocks and trees in the ruins, but he was able to "see" the direction of the surging spiritual energy more clearly.

As Zhuo Ming expected, Xuan Wu really pushed his disciple to take the place of the dead ghost, so where will the disappearing Xuan Wu go at this time?

It seems that there is only Asgard who is in charge of retreating.

If Zhuo Ming knew about the uniqueness of Huawai Furnace, it was impossible for Xuanwu to know nothing about it.

Following the general direction of the surge of spiritual energy, Xi Ping climbed to the half-collapsed fairy palace, and indeed smelled a trace of grass and trees.

It is a very special floral fragrance...if it can be considered "fragrance".It is bitter and low, mixed with a complex and moist grassy smell, it is the fragrance of Wuxin lotus that Zhuo Ming asked him to deliberately remember a few days ago.

"The smell of Wuxin lotus is very weak, and it is easily overwhelmed by the fishy smell of water. Most people don't pay attention to it, and you haven't smelled it?" Zhuo Ming, who was in the lotus pond at that time, originally told him how to guard against Xuanwu in a very normal tone. , Speaking of this, he suddenly pointed like a knife, gouged out a piece of flesh from his arm, if Xi Ping hadn't dodged quickly, the blood would almost smear his face.

The "floral fragrance" that was dozens of times stronger than the lotus in the pond spewed out, and Zhuo Ming, who had fallen ill without warning, invited enthusiastically, "Here, this is the smell, do you want to taste it?"

After being declined by Xi Ping with a face full of toothache, Zhuo Ming ate the piece of meat raw with regret, and even licked off the blood.

"Except for some Alchemy Dao and the special Beast Control Dao, other monks—especially the masters above Ascension to Spirit—have a second-class sense of smell. Because even top-level inspirations are only sensitive to distinguishing smells, without deliberate training. It is difficult for people who are accustomed to relying on sight and hearing to smell unfamiliar breaths to judge; also because the eyes and ears are psychic, the mouth and nose are open to desire, and the smell sometimes disturbs the mind. The most important thing is that monks, like ordinary people, live in the abalone If you don’t smell the smell for a long time, your sense of smell will become numb, and you can hardly smell your own smell—for example, my master who has been soaked in the lotus scent of Dongzuo for hundreds of years. But you can smell it. Remember this breath, You can use this to avoid him...or attach him."

That is to say, Xuan Wu has indeed gone in this direction.

Xi Ping wiped the blood off his face, and chased after the miserable lotus fragrance.

There are many incomprehensible things about Xuan Wu - why Xuanyinshan Si Ming and Si Xing Elder blindfolded and shut their mouths is easy to understand, but why did the actual ruler of the Three Mountains put a shroud on his face? Woolen cloth?Could it be that the Great Elder in Sanyue Mountain also had a disfigured spiritual orifice injury?Thousands of years old man also care about appearance?

And the weird relationship between the master and the apprentice.

Not to mention the master and apprentice, even if the potted flowers and plants are carefully tended, they will feel distressed for a long time when they wither and die.Xuanwu has confiscated other disciples, for 300 years, there is only such a living thing on the east seat of Sanyue forbidden area, so that the elder's nose has lost consciousness of the smell of Wuxin lotus, just push it out?

What kind of Dao heart does Xuan Wu have for this ruthless person?

Suddenly, Wu Xinlian's breath became stronger, and Xi Ping paused.

Xuan Wu was hiding in the dark, although he probably didn't dare to release his consciousness, but Xi Ping didn't know how sharp Cicada's ears could be.

Just when he hesitated a little, a deafening thunder suddenly exploded on the top of the mountain, almost as if it hit the back of Xi Ping's head.He didn't have time to remove the inspiration attached to his ears, he was almost deaf, and blood came out of his ear canal immediately.

Well done Zhuo Ming!

Xi Ping's first reaction was not to protect his ears, but to fly away under the cover of the loud noise.

Zhuo Ming must have guessed his predicament, at this moment, Yin Yuelun and the sect leader were fighting more fiercely, and kept leaning towards the fairy palace.The main peak of Zhongzuo shook more and more violently, and the fairy palace was crumbling.Beams, pillars and boulders fell one after another, and the inscriptions were scattered all over the floor. Xi Ping simply gathered all his inspirations on his nose, and took the opportunity to sneak all the way into the inner hall - the place where Xiang Rong retreated into meditation.

Then he saw a veil-like mist hanging over the depths of the cella.

The fog was so thin that it hardly interfered with his vision. He saw a deep pool directly ahead, and a series of moon phases carved on both sides of the white marble stone steps.The pool is about several tens of feet deep, and you have to get close to see anything at the bottom of the pool.

Xi Ping was concentrating, and vaguely heard a subtle "cracking" sound from the bottom of the pool, like a wood-burning stove.

Could it be... an external furnace?

Outrageous, is the fuel of the furnace charcoal?

Could it be that Xu Rucheng really hit the spot, the head of the house got a stove to come in to warm up?

Xi Ping's footsteps paused slightly, for some reason, he was very afraid of the mist, and his inspiration frantically prevented him from going forward.And the lotus fragrance of Wuxin is also the strongest here, it seems that Xuanwu also wandered here for a long time.

At this moment, there was another loud noise outside the Immortal Palace, and a large part of the outer hall collapsed. I don't know who made it, and the aftermath was directly swept into the hall.Xi Ping was caught off guard and didn't stand firm, and was pushed into the mist by the aftermath.

The fragrance of the Wuxin lotus dissipated immediately, and the earth-shattering battle sounds suddenly fell silent. Xi Ping's heart flickered for a moment. At that moment, he felt that the mist was like an irresistible tyrannical consciousness, swallowing everything around him.

Xi Ping's limbs seemed to be filled with lead, as if his originally tense spirit had been crushed, a sense of exhaustion poured into his chest for no reason.Xi Ping froze in place, and a clear thought came to his mind: What is the reason for cultivators to polish their Taoism and practice hard?

As soon as this thought came together, it was out of control, and the mist seemed to pour into his consciousness along his seven orifices.

Fighting is for spirit stones and resources, and obtaining spirit stones and resources is for higher cultivation, so that the chances of winning in the battle will be greater.

Those who died in the process of cultivation, although they lived hundreds of years longer than ordinary people, were almost trapped in the spiritual mountain for hundreds of years, practicing day after day, and finally died in vain; One day, people in the same way turned into dust and walked alone, for what...to prove that one's Dao heart is more correct than others? Everyone is dead, and who can prove it to?

Ants live and die, no one cares, what is life for?

Ordinary people work hard, their life is like a boat in the sea, and they drift with the tide tremblingly, what is their life for?

He was regarded as a demon by Lingshan, and he was not tolerated by the world, so why did he struggle all his life?

No... Xi Ping pinched his palm hard: this mist is weird.

He tried his best to retreat, but when he turned around, he found that he couldn't find his way!

The irresistible voice in his heart still refused to let him go, beating endlessly on his soulless altar: What is your life for?You want to forge Zhaoting sword with a furnace to save your master, what is your master's life?

When people meet by chance, whether they are teachers or friends, even if they are blood relatives or confidants, what is the point of breaking up eventually?

has no meaning……

"Third brother, talk to me!" Xi Ping subconsciously searched for other people's voices, "Master..."

He found that his voice was not sent out.

Even Zhao Ting, who had been hanging in his altar to take care of him, didn't respond.

Xi Ping suddenly realized that the swamp-like sound dragging him down was his own thoughts.

Those unstoppable thoughts kept sucking his true essence and energy, Xi Ping almost felt exhausted to breathe, so he stuffed a Qingxin Pill into his mouth.

The elixir melted in his mouth, and his ears and eyes were cleared at the same time, but the voice hovering in his heart was not weak at all.

The uncontrollable thought laughed at himself: What's the use of eating Qingxin Dan?Qingxin Pill is to remove obstacles and dispel illusions, and living is an illusion of self-deception, right?

Xi Ping took a step forward with difficulty.

"I'm like a donkey." He thought to himself, "The poor peasants in Yuzhou don't know what they're doing when they pull the skinny donkeys that grind beans. , why should I make myself suffer, why don't I lie down and settle down?"

Xi Ping's knees suddenly lost strength, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

"Kneel down, the saints who cultivated to the full moon are no longer in the human world. Isn't it dead if they are not in the human world? What else do I earn?"

Xi Ping clearly didn't have a catty of burden on his body, but even his veins were jumping up. He struggled to stabilize himself, stepped on the ground, and crushed the white marble floor tiles in the Immortal Palace. , cut open the back of his bare hand, the sharp tingling sensation made the fatal voice in his heart quiet.

Xi Ping instinctively grabbed the broken stone with the inscription on it, and ruthlessly cut a piece on his palm.

The cut flesh was like a catharsis, as if he could release those fatal thoughts from the wound. The pain made him feel himself immediately, and his senses became sharp again. He even smelled the disappeared Wuxin lotus fragrance——Xi Ping Jiling Wrapping the wound with his sleeve, he suddenly understood why Zhuo Ming pulled his own hair and ate his own flesh.

However, the sharp pain faded away quickly, and the body of the half-step ascendant healed this small injury in a blink of an eye. Xi Ping's six senses were paralyzed again, and those irresistible thoughts came back.

Xi Ping clasped the sharpest strings of the Tai Sui Qin with his palm, the back of his hand tensed suddenly, but he didn't press it down.

The next moment, he suddenly looked up at the road ahead, waved his hand to slap the strings away, and took a step forward.

He is not Zhuo Ming.

Within two steps, the thoughts that overwhelmed him made him forget why he was going forward, the questioning voice became louder and his limbs became heavier and heavier.

However, as his legs were moving, there was always a ray of vitality struggling in his mind, which was almost squeezed into a blank by the mist.

Xi Ping simply focused his remaining attention on his legs.

"Where are you going?"

"Go forward."

"Where are you going, what's the point?"

"Not going anywhere, I have long legs!"

But ten feet away, Xi Ping seems to have walked a lifetime.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, amidst the noise, the indistinct smell of lotus touched his sense of smell again. Xi Ping blinked off the sweat from his eyelashes, and found that he had unknowingly walked to the edge of the deep pool.

He saw a burning cauldron at the bottom of the pool at a glance, and the person beside the cauldron was Xuan Wu.

The moment he saw Xuan Wu, the fog that was congested in his mind seemed to dissipate, Xi Pingzhou's burden suddenly eased, and he immediately remembered who he was and what he was here for.

No, what did he do, is he looking for death so close to the cicada?

Xi Ping broke out in cold sweat with a "huh", soaking his back directly, and grabbed the Tai Suiqin to prepare to be beaten.

However, Xuan Wu by the fire lowered his head and meditated on something, at such a short distance, he didn't notice anyone on the high platform at all.

Xi Ping tensed up for a moment, seeing that Xuan Wu seemed to be deaf and blind, his guts fell back into his stomach again.He lowered his body and approached the edge of the pool cautiously, peeped down, and saw the mist that almost killed him just now steaming out of the big cauldron, Xuanwu was muttering something in his mouth.

"What is my life, what is my life..."

As he said that, Xuan Wu suddenly raised his head and laughed, and tore off the white paper mask on his face.

Xi Ping shrank his neck, and stuck tightly to the floor of the high platform, pretending that he was a broken piece.

Then he saw the true face of Elder Xuanwu.

It turned out to be...a Chu face that was neither beautiful nor ugly, without scars.

It's just that except for the white skin and faded eyebrows, he and Xiang Rong, the leader, are almost in the same mold!

Xi Ping held his breath. Suddenly, he had a doubt in his heart: Is that the furnace?

Why didn't the master take away the stove and take it with him, but put it on someone like this to steal it?