Chapter 81 Prince Yu 01

"I worship the Black Heaven Demon God under the Xuantian Dao Zun, who is the dark and confused. But don't tell you, if you peek at our Xuantian Dao's Taoist arts, you will not care about my business." Murong Yan stood up from the bamboo bed, his eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Your mind is not vicious, you're actually kind enough to remind me."

Hong Yi smiled: "I am not peeking at your Taoist arts, I am just studying each other. Besides, just a portrait can see the essence of Taoist arts. Then I am a saint. I didn't want you to tell me the scriptures and the mind."

"good!"

Murong Yan nodded, "Since you are not afraid of being possessed by evil spirits, I will paint it for you. Without Taoism and the mental method, a painting will be useless."

After saying that, she walked into the house, laid the paper and ground the ink, and Murong Yan sat down, but she did not rush to draw. Instead, she folded her hands on her chest and made a Taoist trick. She looked solemn and muttered to the scriptures. After a long time, she picked up the painting brush and started to write the pen on the snow-white paper.

Hong Yi watched from the side and nodded secretly.

"Her writing is very profound. It seems that although Yunmeng is a barbarian, he has the essence of culture and education. At least it can be seen from the noble child Murong Yan."

Murong Yan's outfit at this time was still the same white dress, with a ribbon on her head, which was obviously exotic.

However, most grassland women are very rough and rarely look delicate. However, Murong Yan is a nobleman and has a pampered family, with fair skin, crescent eyebrows, melon-shaped face, and almond-eyed cheeks. She actually has the taste of a lady of a noble family, but she has a sense of heroism and is different from the weak appearance of a lady of a lady of Daqian.

In Hong Yi's feeling, Murong Yan was a little similar to Hong Xuejiao, but she had a more mysterious and elegant temperament than Hong Xuejiao. This was brought about by practicing Taoism.

However, Hong Yi didn't care much about these things. His eyes were just staring at the direction of the brush under the tip of the pen.

After hundreds of strokes, a burly statue with six arms and three heads gradually outlined on the snow-white paper. The three heads of this statue are silly, weird, and grim, while the six hands each pinch their gestures, either the five fingers are bumpy or the nails are like hooks... It is extremely courageous and seductive.

The few thick inks behind him added a dark background to the demon god. This set off the demon god as if he had walked out of the boundless darkness, stepped into the world of light, and then turned the world of light into endless darkness.

"Good painting skills." Even though Hong Yi appreciated the portraits, he had seen the masterpieces of Amitabha Sutra and the plum blossoms in Langhuan Bookstore, his eyes were higher than the top, and he couldn't help but admire Murong Yan's painting skills.

"It's too much." Murong Yan stopped the brush and looked at the demon god on the snow paper. He seemed not satisfied. He shook his head: "I didn't draw well. The black sky demon god appearance in our Black Demon Hall truly expresses the essence. You will never understand it. That is the real seduction of souls and courage. When ordinary people first glance, many of them are all shattered, and their souls will always fall into darkness, and they can't wake up."

"This portrait is enough to express your cultivation level." Hong Yi nodded: "If you have high cultivation level, the charm you draw should be more accurate."

He naturally knew in his heart that this portrait was also a secret book of practice, but it could only be considered a crude secret book. It did not fully express the charm of the Black Heaven Demon God. It was incomplete and was not considered authentic. Even if it could be used for visualization, after practicing in depth, it would become obsessed with it.

However, Hong Yi was not planning to practice, but was used as a reference for his research.

"You can leave." Hong Yi did not answer Murong Yan's question, but waved his hand, "I can exchange your talismans, the golden elixirs and golden tickets in the box, but your flying sword has to be accompanied by Xiao Mu, and I can't return it to you."

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Seeing Murong Yan looking at him with strange eyes, Hong Yi frowned.

"You really asked me to leave? You also exchanged the golden elixir and talisman on my body for me? Are you not afraid that after I go out, I will recover my wounds and attack you again? I even joined hands to kill you? I snatch your blood-blocking needle? Then I took Xiao Mu away." Murong Yan touched his eyebrows with his fingers, and stared at Hong Yi's expression.

"Of course I have concerns, but I don't want to kill you. I will do my best. I am not a fickle villain. Since I have made an agreement, I will certainly not regret it. Do you think it's fake for me to let you go? I think I understand that I want you to leave, but I actually want to kill you secretly?" Hong Yi fainted and shook his head: "You really judge a gentleman by the heart of a villain."

"Since you have abide by the agreement, don't worry. My daughter of the Marquis of Yunmeng will not do such a despicable thing. But consider the transaction I mentioned. I have five talismans, five golden elixirs, and one hundred taels of gold. I will take three talismans, three golden elixirs for self-defense. The other things will be deposited here first. When you think clearly, go to Jubaozhai in Yujing City to find a shopkeeper named Feng Tie. He is my informant. If you think about it after you really don't sell it, you can also go to Jubaozhai to return the things to me in three days."

After saying that, Murong Yan snapped her fingers, took her own things, and walked out of the yard.

After seeing Murong Yan leave, Hong Yi breathed out as if he had sent a plague god away. This woman was a little troublesome here. Not only did she always have to worry about her sneak attack, but she couldn't kill her, and it was not easy to send her to prison. Now that she left herself, it was the best thing.

Looking at the portrait of the Black Heaven Demon God on the table, Hong Yi remembered the Yasha King and Rakshasa King who were visualized in the Amitabha Sutra, and figured out the difference between those demon gods and the Black Heaven Demon God.

Then, Hong Yi brought the "deposit" left by Murong Yan. In a box, two talismans filled with the smell of gunpowder were like the Explosion Flame Talisman Sword, all of which were runes in the shape of flame.

The two "golden elixirs" are shining and extremely heavy, with gold and silver on the surface and black textures.

Hong Yi knew that this was a rare "shape-transforming golden elixir" in Taoism. After the soul has been cultivated to the point of manifestation, he used the fire talisman to transform the elixir and evaporate the lead and mercury energy. If he attached it with the soul, he would immediately manifest his own body, with infinite power and inseparable swords and guns.

Hongyi, the Fire Talisman, has only been seen in the records in the Taoist scriptures. He knows that it takes a lot of effort to refine this kind of golden elixir. Refining one will cost a lot of firewood, cinnabar, mercury, lead, gold powder, and jade chips.

Moreover, the power of the pills refined by each sect is different if the soul is attached to it.

"It's fine if she wants to buy my blood-reinforced steel. Why do she use the talisman paper and the golden elixir as the deposit? Could it be that she still wants to exchange it with me?"

Hong Yi smiled and put the golden elixir talisman paper aside.

In the next ten days and half months, life was very leisurely. After Murong Yan left, she did not harass her again, as if she had disappeared out of thin air, and Mrs. Zhao did not move any more.

However, Hong Yi did not relax at all. He practiced martial arts every day and exercised his soul at night. His martial arts were finally made rapid progress and entered the realm of warriors by practicing the combination of the Bull Demon Great Fist and the Tianzangshang Hand.

And his soul is becoming more and more condensed and his power is getting stronger and stronger, especially when driving the blood-bacter needle, he is even more amazing.

That morning, Hong Yi got up early in the morning and practiced his skills as usual. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded outside, and then he stopped at the entrance of the yard.

A few brightly dressed servants came in, holding gold-plated invitations.

"Who is Mr. Hong Yihong?" As soon as these servants arrived at the door, they saw Chen Tianyang who was cleaning the yard at the door. Then they asked clearly, delivered the gold-plated invitation, rode on their horses, and left in a row.

"Prince Yu's invitation?"

Hong Yi took it and saw the text on it, he was stunned. Then, he saw the small words under the invitation, but they were temporarily added by a group of people with a brush, "Brother Hong, you must come to Prince Yu's church today, don't forget to hold on to the chasing power." The signature is Xiao Hao.

However, Hong Yi knew that Xiao Hao was the name of the little Marquis of Changle.

"Prince Yu is the fourth son of the emperor and the most important competitor of the prince. Should I go or not? But it seems to be the bet of the little Marquis of Changle, so I'll go there."
Chapter completed!