take care of yourself

The conversation on Mount Emei that was full of nonsense was not counted, Zhuo Yuanshan did not have a serious discussion with Ying Yao.

During the time when Ying Yao was obsessed with the discussion in Wuliang City, although Zhuo Yuanshan was there every day, his mind was not on Ying Yao. What's more, at that time, the sword cultivator was affected by the love gu, and the way he cultivated was not mature. It doesn't help that Shan makes a judgment call.

He looked at Ying Yao in amazement, completely unable to judge whether Ying Yao said this to cater to Crystal House, or really thought so, and why Crystal House would approve his statement.

After Ying Yao finished answering, he lowered his head and continued to deal with his wound. He didn't seem to feel that his words were surprising. Zhuo Yuanshan couldn't think of how to judge for a while, so he turned around and looked at the thick fog behind the wall.

The color of the dense fog is grayish, it makes people feel depressed after watching for a long time, and they have to throw something to vent their feelings. Zhuo Yuanshan moved his eyes away and recited the Qingxin formula silently twice before he calmed down. The irritable Jianxiu showed a wry smile.

"I am far inferior to Ah Yao in terms of xinxing," he said in a low voice, "Ah Yao looks at me, does he think that my cultivation of becoming a god is unreasonable?"

Ying Yao changed to a thinner thread to sew up the edge of the wound. His body was far stronger than ordinary people. The needle in his hand had not been used for long, and the tip of the needle was either blunted or deformed by the puncture, so he had to stop for a while. Only then can he continue to use it, Jiusujian watched anxiously from the sidelines, annoyed that he couldn't shrink as he wished.

The needle was already covered with blood, but the thread was treated, but it was still clean. Ying Yao's hands were sweaty and a little slippery, and he accidentally distorted the needle point again, so he had to stop and reach out to straighten it.

Zhuo Yuanshan watched his movements, suddenly his heart moved, and he thought to himself: Spirit power cannot be used in the spirit lock formation, how did he get something from the mustard ring just now?

Ying Yao stroked the needle with his fingertips to make sure it was straight, then re-aligned it to the edge of the wound, stabbed it in with a little force, then slowly pulled it out from the other side, and said softly while holding his breath: "No , I don’t think so anymore.”

The implication was that he had thought this way before, Zhuo Yuanshan silently walked up to Ying Yao and half sat down, and asked him as if asking the truth: "What made Ah Yao change his mind?"

When Ying Yao was in Xixue Mountain, he always sneered at the ruthless monks of the present method, but after going around for a while, when Zhuo Yuanshan followed him back to Xixue Mountain, he kept silent about him, but at that time Zhuo Yuanshan's thoughts It was all about how to get Ying Yao back, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

"When I was promoted to Huashen," Ying Yao answered him patiently, and then said, "At present, it seems to be one question and one wall, so there should be at least three more questions. Uncle Zhuo Shi wants me to answer all of them?"

Zhuo Yuanshan has already admitted that his xinxing is not as good as Ying Yao's, if the next few questions have to be discussed, he is not sure to answer correctly first, it is better not to open his mouth and wait for Ying Yao's answer, if Ying Yao's answer is wrong, he still has a chance soon.

And even if Ying Yao's answers are all in line with Crystal House's wishes and let him take the lead, as long as he understands how Ying Yao uses the mustard ring in the spirit lock formation before Crystal House releases people, he can use similar methods to drive Longing for love, using Ying Yao's breath to hide himself, and get out of the crystal house with him.

Zhuo Yuanshan thought about it and couldn't find a third, more secure and more upright method. He was hesitating secretly, and the crystal house raised a second question: "Cultivators or mortals, who can give back to the world?"

This is a choice between two, Zhuo Yuanshan subconsciously assumed that he was a monk, but to be cautious, he didn't say it, but looked at Ying Yao.

Ying Yao finally sewed up the entire wound, wrapped the cloth she had just untied around her waist and abdomen, put down her robe and stretched her wrists.

There was a lot of blood on his fingertips, and when he put down his sleeve, he accidentally rubbed against it, Zhuo Yuanshan followed his gaze, trembled involuntarily, stood up slowly, showing a hesitant look.

Ying Yao didn't care what he was thinking, he walked to the mural of mortals farming and weaving, looked at it for a while, then turned around and asked Zhuo Yuanshan, "What does Uncle Zhuo think?"

Zhuo Yuanshan subconsciously felt a little distressed, but after a few breaths, he realized that this emotion was inappropriate, and said calmly, "Probably the opposite of Ah Yao."

He estimated that Ying Yao would choose to say mortals, so he made a pun, not only saying that he wanted to choose a monk, but also telling Ying Yao that he would choose the opposite answer anyway.

However, Ying Yao's thoughts are still unreasonable: "People always think that they are the master of all things, so there are always some people who are keen to prescribe something for the world." He turned his head to look at the mural, and asked softly, "Why not?" Ask, is feedback from people really what heaven and earth want?"

This mural depicts the scenery of the four seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter, from farming and silkworm farming to rice milling and weaving. A city is outlined with a few strokes at the place where the corner connects to the wall that has disappeared. Vividly depicts the scene of mortal life.

"I don't know who gives more, but I think the world probably doesn't like any of them." Ying Yao turned his eyes away from a mortal who knelt on the ground to thank God after the harvest, and looked at Zhuo Yuanshan with a half-smile, " After all, who likes what is imposed on them?"

Zhuo Yuanshan was a little dazed when he heard the words, he rubbed the handle of his whip, looked at Ying Yao for a moment, and responded with a similar smile.

"How do you know he won't like it?" He asked, "Did heaven and earth tell you?"

Ying Yao's eyes showed no intention of dodging, and after a while, the corners of his lips were slightly lowered, revealing a more ruthless look.

"Mortals and monks take the spirits of the heavens and the earth but fail to make up for them. In comparison, mortals take and use them far less than monks, and they also know to respect the heavens and the earth. Therefore, mortals have old age, sickness and death, and monks have the ability to kill thunder."

Jianxiu has seen blood before. Jiusujian didn't travel around much after he followed him, so he didn't kill people with him, but he drank a lot of blood. There is a sense of creepiness.

Zhuo Yuanshan failed to listen carefully to his voice, he subconsciously took half a step back to distance himself from him, shaking the long whip in his hand.

He flicked his long whip, slowly lifted the tip of the whip and stretched it towards Ying Yao's direction, and then it fell into Zhuo Yuanshan's sleeve with a snap.

After Faxiu loses his spiritual power, the magic weapon driven by spiritual power will naturally become weak, and it will definitely be stretched compared to a sword cultivator who has practiced good kung fu. Zhuo Yuanshan touched his long whip a little worriedly, and got a A response like "I'm not full, I want to sleep" made me feel even more hesitant.

After Ying Yao answered, the Crystal House did not respond. Zhuo Yuanshan looked over Ying Yao's shoulder to look at the mural behind him. After a while, he voluntarily withdrew from the confrontation with him. Not quite right."

Ying Yao's expression seemed that he was not surprised that his answer was not recognized, and he ignored Zhuo Yuanshan's slack in his sentence, and he took a step forward. On Zhuo Yuanshan's throat.

"I'm telling you now, Uncle Zhuo Shi," Jianxiu said softly, "I don't like anything you do to me or for me, but I won't chase you for it. I can't see this one, and I will kill it when I see it."

The tip of his sword sank into Zhuo Yuanshan's throat, and strands of blood remained along the blood groove on the sword body. Zhuo Yuanshan had no spiritual power to use, so he could only retreat in vain.

The crystal house was not very big, and after two steps, he leaned against the wall, Ying Yao did not catch up, he lowered his arm, and casually pointed the ground with the tip of his sword: "Personal enmity and public anger, Zhuo Shishu has taken it all, I don't think so." If I understand what makes you feel loved, I will give up struggling and obey you."

Zhuo Yuanshan responded, "The way is different."

He paused for a moment, then walked towards Ying Yao, Ying Yao once again raised the sword in his hand to point at Zhuo Yuanshan, this time his wrist was raised a little, and the tip of the sword pointed at Zhuo Yuanshan's eyebrow.

"I don't recommend that you fight with me," Crystal House's rigid voice sounded again without warning, "unless you want to try the feeling of falling short."

Compared with the voice asking them questions, although the voice of this sentence is the same, but the tone is slightly different, more like two different people said, Zhuo Yuanshan didn't know what he heard, his brows twitched slightly .

Ying Yao saw all this in his eyes, he showed a clear expression, and said to Zhuo Yuanshan, "Your mother?"

Zhuo Yuanshan said: "I..."

But he couldn't finish his sentence, Ying Yao took a step forward, and the cold light rolled over the body of Jiusu Jianjian like a firefly climbing a branch, and finally the cold light flowed into the tip of the sword like countless swords stabbed by Ying Yao, light and smooth It succinctly sank into Zhuo Yuanshan's eyebrows.

There was no spiritual power or sword intent on the sword, and Ying Yao's movement was stopped by an invisible force before he could fully complete it. Zhuo Yuanshan leaned back and fell heavily on the ceiling of the crystal room, only a drop condensed on the tip of the sword. Blood dripped on his shoes.

The Jiusu sword only pierced less than half an inch, and did not hurt the sea of ​​consciousness. To the monk, it was only a flesh wound. Zhuo Yuanshan sat up in shock, watching Ying Yao who was free from the invisible force and slowly put down the sword, silently Said: "This is the third time, Ah Yao."

Ying Yao made a "please" gesture to him expressionlessly: "Now it's your turn to answer."

"I don't understand, Ah Yao," Zhuo Yuanshan said, "Since you would rather die than kill me over and over again, why did you show mercy when I handed you the long whip?"

Ying Yao probably confirmed that he couldn't kill Zhuo Yuanshan in the crystal room, and then sat cross-legged on the ceiling, wiped the blood from the saving sword on his sleeve, put it back into the scabbard and placed it across his knees, and said slowly : "I'm soft-hearted for a moment, I regret it."

Zhuo Yuanshan was sure that he had passed the tribulation of love, but for some unknown reason, he still felt his heart swelled, sore and restless.

He didn't show any of these emotions on his face, he just said: "The feedback of monks is better than that of mortals."

After hearing his words, Crystal House wiped out one picture, and asked again: "What was painted on the way to Feisheng?"