Heavenly practice

When Shen Zhuo woke up the next morning, he smelled a familiar scent of flowers before he opened his eyes. He couldn't remember where he had smelled this scent before, so he reached out to touch his silly son, but he found it. A piece of fluffy stuff.

"..."

Shen Zhuo woke up instantly, opened his eyes, and sat up abruptly, the scenery in front of him almost made him think that he hadn't woken up yet.

Above the misty nine heavens, it looks like a fairyland at first glance. The rising sun that never sets hangs in the blue sky, and wisps of clouds and mists surround him. On top of his head is a huge Liumeng tree corolla, and under his buttocks is a thick Petals, next to the huge pumice stone, there are 99 jade steps floating in the air, until the nine-fold palace at the highest point.

Shen Zhuo was trembling with anger, and cursed at the void, "Changming, you are so sick!"

There was silence and no one responded.

Shen Zhuo was furious in his heart, got up and was about to walk towards the nine-fold palace, but just as he was about to step on the jade steps, he bumped into an invisible barrier.

"Fuck..."

Shen Zhuo bumped his nose sour and almost shed tears, he squatted down covering his nose, and stood up after a while.

"Come out! Chang Ming! What do you mean?!"

At this time, Shen Zhuo couldn't care less about maintaining his aloof heaven and man, and the others had already collapsed, and now his mentality had collapsed, and he simply stood there and yelled at the Jiuzhong Palace.

However, his mouth was parched from shouting, and there was no movement in the entire cloudy sky and foggy environment.

"Niu Pi, Niu Pi..."

Shen Zhuo sat back on the ground again, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "You have the ability to depend on me for the rest of my life, you pervert!"

There was still silence, even the surrounding clouds were flowing in a leisurely manner, Shen Zhuo fell back discouraged, and lay on a thick layer of petals, the fragrance filled the tip of his nose, but he didn't feel relieved at all. Can't understand his mood.

He quietly watched the crown of the tree above his head full of red flowers, and watched a petal fall, his mood gradually calmed down, and he began to analyze the ins and outs in his mind.

First of all, he has not done anything to offend the demigod recently, nor has he intentionally provoked, let alone deliberately affected the plot. Until the last time they met in Peach Blossom Valley, Chang Ming had no reason to suddenly embarrass himself, let alone Use this low-level method of starving to death.

Why?Shen Zhuo's mind was muddled.

"Ugh……"

He sighed, caught a petal, sniffed it, and chewed it in his mouth.

There's no way, he's hungry, he didn't eat much last night, and he didn't even drink his saliva when he woke up this morning.

"Hungry, I'm hungry Changming, do you hear me? I'm hungry!"

He lay there motionless, just shouting at the top of his voice, but after shouting twice, he really smelled a mouth-watering fragrance.

Shen Zhuo almost thought it was a hallucination, but when he sat up, he actually saw a bowl of porridge and a few dishes in front of him, all of which looked familiar to him, and they were all the ones he usually cooked at Zhentianmen.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, Shen Zhuo couldn't bear it anymore, "Can you stop looking at your broken water mirror every day?!"

No one answered, and there was no movement. The clouds and mists were lingering, and Liumenghua fell silently.

After Shen Zhuo finished cursing, he felt much more comfortable, sat down slowly and began to eat slowly.

The porridge is good, and the side dish is the radish I just pickled last month...

Shen Zhuo's mind silently recalled the image of a certain demigod sneaking into the back kitchen of Zhentianmen to steal a small dish of pickled radishes.

"puff……"

He couldn't help biting his chopsticks and laughing, then the Liumeng tree above his head suddenly shook violently, and the petals splashed all over his face.

Shen Zhuo: "..."

"Pooh!"

Shen Zhuo spat out the petals in his mouth silently, looked down at the bowl full of petals expressionlessly, and after struggling with whether to eat or not, he still silently ate the petals in his mouth.

After all, who knows if there will be another meal, after all, it is too embarrassing for Tangtang to steal pickled radishes.

But when he put those petals into his mouth, he was shocked, where are the petals, they are full of aura!

Moreover, the aura in those petals is so abundant that it even condenses into a semi-liquid, which melts in the mouth, penetrates the throat and melts into the dantian.

Of course, for Shen Zhuo, these auras are of little use, but they can add up to replenish his dwindling body.

After finishing his porridge with his head up, he turned his head to look at the flower petals all over the ground behind him, feeling a strange sense of abundance in his heart, this is all aura!

Picking up a petal into his mouth, Shen Zhuo's expression froze for a moment, and then he spat it out expressionlessly.

Lie papers are all fake and bitter.

Shen Zhuo thought of something, turned his head to look at the nine-layered palace, stepped forward to press the invisible barrier, "Withdraw the barrier, I have something to tell you."

There was no movement, and the hand could still touch the barrier.

Shen Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, a silver light burst out from his hand, and countless runes suddenly emerged from his palm, forming silver chains and climbing towards the invisible wall.

"That's right. Although my divine essence is on the verge of dissipating, I can't even break through a barrier. I thought you had something to say to me, but now it seems that I am just self-righteous. After all, I am just a mere mortal now. How can I break the barrier?" See the demigod side."

What Shen Zhuo didn't say was that before he found the barrier, he still had a little bit of joy in his heart. He thought that the other party would never see him again, let alone take the initiative to pull him to the cloudy and foggy environment.

But the other party's delay in showing up dispelled his little thoughts. I'm afraid that the purpose of imprisoning him this time is to attack Long Xiang.

"I have already surrendered to you, Long Xiang will not challenge your authority, you don't have to kill him, besides..."

Shen Zhuo looked indifferent, "Even if I'm by his side, I can't stop you."

The barrier was already getting weaker, but it was unexpectedly strengthened again after Shen Zhuo said these words, but the huge flow of spiritual power came from behind.

Startled, Shen Zhuo turned around abruptly, and sure enough, he saw the figure standing under the tree.

With silver hair reaching the ground and a black body, she looked at him quietly like a statue that hadn't changed in ten thousand years.

Shen Zhuo's throat moved, and then he looked away calmly.

Neither of the two spoke. After the last illusion, Shen Zhuo knew that the man in front of him was not heartless, but only the hatred for the death of his tribe in all his emotions.

And he was the murderer.

Shen Zhuo laughed at himself, if he wasn't the person involved, he might have to boast about his shame.

But what can he do?He didn't want to die, let alone die for trumped-up charges.

As for the person in front of me...

Shen Zhuo looked up at the other party again, his eyes were already calm, "Why?"

A petal fell, and when it was an inch away from the shoulder, it was turned into dust by an invisible force.

Chang Ming looked at him and said slowly, "Only you can approach."

"..."

Shen Zhuo opened his eyes slightly, and the heart in his chest was beating like crazy.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in this beautiful, almost illusory world, and the petals under their feet were blown violently, one after another, filling the world between the two of them.