Dressed as a Grass GL

"Don't go out as soon as your cultivation has broken through, so as not to make her suspicious again, I'll just go by myself." Xi Zhou reached out and untied the Dream Grass on her wrist, pushed open the door and walked out.

Zhai Wangyou raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the empty flowerpot.

Outside the door, Qing Chuang was playing with a purple-gold colored glass cover in his hand, which looked like a large glass bottle.

Seeing her come out, he turned over the cover, with a determined smile on his face: "Go in, where is Fairy Wangyou?"

Xi Zhou looked at the inexplicable cover, and couldn't help but think of the plot in a certain TV series, "I call you, do you dare to agree?" God damn it, she was about to be put into a bottle.

"You can just say it here, the elder sister can hear her, but can you breathe in this bottle?" Don't be like a storage ring, what if you suffocate to death?

Xi Zhou's face was full of suspicion.

Qingchuang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't worry, this is a spiritual weapon passed down from generation to generation in the deacon's hall. People can live if you put it in it, let alone you are a grass."

Xi Zhou clenched his fists, took a deep breath and returned to the grass, no longer doing unnecessary tugging, and jumped into the glass bottle in three steps at a time.

With the cover on, she could still breathe. I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the bottle would change with her movements.

Qing Chuang held the bottle in his hand, and raised his voice towards the half-opened inner room: "It is true that Elder Beishan was dug out of his inner alchemy, but she did not die, and was rescued by a thousand-year-old tree demon. What's the matter, Fairy Wangyou went to Fanjie Mountain to find it, so I bid farewell."

After she finished speaking, she went out, using her spiritual power to increase the speed to the fastest, and left Tianjianzong quickly on the flying boat.

After Qing Chuang left for a long time, the silence on the North Mountain was as usual, and the half-open door remained open.

Zhai Wangyou was still the same as when Xizhou left, standing there quietly, looking at the empty flower pots on the table.

It was getting dark, but the door was still ajar.

The last sliver of the setting sun falteringly unwilling to leave the world, struggling silently in the sky, finally lost to the boundless night, was bit by bit eaten away, leaving only thick black.

Lonely and empty.

She will escape soon...

In the deacon's hall, as soon as the blue window fell to the ground, she told Elder Qing Liu that she was going to retreat, and no one or anything should disturb her.

She held the big bottle in her left hand, and pinched it with her right hand. After a while, the bottle disappeared, and the whole room was shrouded in a barrier.

Xizhou turned Ye Zi, looked at the face close at hand, and silently backed away.

Is she still in the bottle?

If not, when did it come out?

If so, how did this woman get in?

Seemingly knowing what she was thinking, Qing Chuang explained in a good mood: "This cover is called the Purple Gold Cover, and it is the secret of my deacon hall. Only the previous hall masters know how to use it. Its function is to transform the enchantment Size, trap monks below the distraction stage, so don't think about running away, because you can't escape."

In this way, no one can come in except her, and the grass cannot get out, so there is nothing wrong with it.

Xi Zhou sighed in his heart, now there is no need to think about running away, it seems that he can only wait for the senior sister to call in, but will the senior sister come?

Seeing that there was no response from the Dreaming Grass, Qing Chuang reached out to touch the leaves, but was avoided without accident, she was not annoyed, and said patiently: "Now, let's talk about how you helped Zhai Wangyou improve his cultivation quickly. Yes."

Xi Zhou hesitated for a moment, and slowly changed his form: "I don't know what you are talking about? I have never helped the elder sister improve her cultivation."

How did this woman see through her ability to change form, and she was sure that she could help Zhai Wangyou break through her cultivation.

Obviously no one knows about them...

No, someone knows, to be precise, someone has seen them appear at the same time.

One is the middle-aged Taoist priest who chased them down the mountain of Fanjie, but he probably wouldn't come after them in the realm of comprehension with great fanfare.

The second is the senior tree demon, but judging from the situation at the time, that senior devoted himself to cultivation and was unwilling to set foot in the cultivation world.

So, there is only one possibility.

Knowing that Zhai Wangyou's life was dying and seeing them alone, the elder sister resumed her cultivation.

That old lady who claimed to be the elder of the deacon hall!

"It's you, the old lady at the foot of the Mortal Realm Mountain." Xi Zhou said with firmness, and looked up and down the person in front of him. It was really a brilliant disguise technique. is true.

Qing Chuang raised his eyebrows, what a smart little demon.

"Since you have guessed it, tell the truth, don't say you don't know, unless you want your leaves to become inextricably linked."

As she spoke, she took out a pair of scissors from the storage ring, waved her hand and threw it.

"Ah---" Xizhou screamed, and his right hand changed from a solid body to a transparent phantom.

Enduring the pain like being stabbed by a knife, she looked at her almost transparent right hand in disbelief, and at the Dreaming Grass that was missing two leaves.

Although it hurts, but there is no bleeding, and the pain is getting weaker. Has she really become one with this grass?

In the blink of an eye, the scissors were back in Qing Chuang's hands, and two leaves of dream grass fell into her hands together.

The lavender leaves lost their luster, quickly withered, and turned into nothingness.

Qing Chuang clicked his tongue twice: "Ah, I just tried it, but I didn't expect to cut off your hand, so please be honest with me, otherwise if I accidentally cut this grass in the middle, you Don't blame me."

Xi Zhou didn't speak, she gasped a few breaths, and the corners of her mouth twitched because of the pain.

Suddenly I feel that the elder sister is so gentle, every time she is a verbal threat, at most pinch the leaves, she is not like this old witch, she kills her at the slightest disagreement, it is too cruel = brutal.

"Let's talk about how you did it, how you helped Zhai Wangyou restore the inner alchemy, how you helped her break through.

Qing Chuang was playing with the scissors in her hand. She had inquired about the news, but the only variable was this dream plant. No one knew about it, but she had seen it with her own eyes.

This little grass demon just got along with Zhai Wangyou alone for a while, then rescued the dying man and fully recovered her cultivation, so she was sure that there must be something weird about this grass.

Xizhou touched her almost transparent right hand with her left hand, and she missed it. She took a deep breath and whispered, "I said, I can fall into a dream. In my dream, I will attack people unconsciously. As long as you are supported by the dreamer and don't resist, you can improve your cultivation when you wake up from the dream."

There was fear in her eyes, as if she was really frightened.

Qing Chuang stared at her suspiciously. Dreaming Grass can be refined into Dreaming Pill, and those who take it can be easily dreamed by others, but I haven't heard that Dreaming Grass can directly enter dreams, and they have to attack in the dream, so they can't resist?

However, this grass has been cultivated to become refined, so it cannot be theorized in the usual way.

In order to improve your cultivation, there is no harm in giving it a try...

She shook the scissors in her hand: "Dream now, don't think about playing tricks, or don't blame me for cutting off your hands and feet."