"Holy Monk? What...what happened?" Mingyue thought that she was a little slow, which made Sun Wukong angry.

Just thinking about how to explain, I heard Sun Wukong smile.

He looked relaxed and said for granted, "If you let us go, when your master comes back, I'm afraid it will cause you more trouble."

When Mingyue heard this, her little body trembled obviously and she murmured, "Holy Monk..."

Ignoring the exaggerated coughing and gasping for the two people around me, Sun Wukong continued, "Haha, you girl..."

"Come in front of me quickly. This rope is just to test your determination... If you don't even dare to untie a small rope, then this method will naturally not be taught to you."

Mingyue nodded, but there was a look of embarrassment on her face.

But I was glad in my heart, but fortunately I decided to do this. If I hadn't stepped forward to untie the rope on Sun Wukong's body, I'm afraid that no matter how much I beg for it at this time, he would be indifferent.

"Then... Holy Monk, what kind of disease does Qingfeng have?" Mingyue asked carefully.

The little white dragon's head drooped, it was over... Why didn't you find that the elder brother was so good before?

The innocent little white dragon thought Sun Wukong liked this feeling of being tied to a tree.

"Ah snee!" Sun Wukong, who had a kind smile on his face and nodded in a profound way, suddenly sneezes out of control.

Mingyue, who was listening carefully and waiting for Sun Wukong to teach his experience, couldn't help but tremble.

"Ahem, the weather is really a bit cold." The naive Sun Wukong thought it was blown by the wind.

"He..." Sun Wukong's eyes turned quickly, "Have you ever practiced in this mountain stream in the early morning?"

In the morning, people who practice Taoism stand on the top of the mountain waiting for the sunrise, especially the purple light that seems to be a flash in the pan.

Purple Qi comes from the east...

These are hard to come by for those who practice Taoism.

Mingyue nodded, "What the holy monk said is that Qingfeng and I often practice like this."

"Oh, it seems that the problem is here." Sun Wukong looked regretful, and even the little white dragon almost believed it with such a foolish expression.

After all, he often practices like this.

"But the master said that this is how practice should be. And the master also said that if all the purple aura can be contained into the body, the cultivation level will naturally be a thousand miles a day."

"Oh? Then your master might have done it? He took away all the purple air?" Sun Wukong asked back.

"No... even if it's a teacher, it's hard to absorb it all." Mingyue shook her head and answered truthfully.

Not only Xiao Bailong and Sha Wujing, but even Sun Wukong, who was pretending to behave, couldn't help but take a breath.

It is difficult to absorb it all... Sun Wukong asked something unexpectedly, but he didn't expect to hear such information.

It is difficult to absorb all of them... This shows that Zhen Yuanzi can really absorb the purple air...

Then how high is his cultivation level?

I thought he was just a little more famous, but I didn't expect that even his strength was so strong.

Compared with Laojun, this is probably almost the same as that of Laojun.

Xiao Bailong and Sha Wujing leaned forward and posted a post on the tree trunk again, but be closer, don't show that he wants to run away when he comes back.

"Holy Monk?" Mingyue saw the expression on Sun Wukong's face changed and changed, and couldn't help but ask, "Is Qingfeng's condition too serious..."

"Ahem," Sun Wukong coughed twice, and said shamelessly, "It can be cured if you have nothing to do..."

"Actually, this way of practice... there will always be some loopholes. The stronger the way of practice... the more fatal the loophole is."

Sun Wukong took a deep breath, with a look of worry on his face, "It seems that he accidentally drank dew."

"Dew?" Mingyue blinked her eyes, "Mingyue often drinks dew. People who practice Taoism eat wind and dew... It's normal, right? Mingyue also drinks dew and dew."

Mingyue paused, looking innocent, "At that time, the master asked us to practice the art of fasting, so I only drank dew, and...is it okay?"

Mingyue was afraid that Sun Wukong would feel lost because of his rebuttal, so she asked in a tentative and cautious voice.

"It's true that I've been drinking dew!"

Sun Wukong looked confident and still recognized that Qingfeng had become like this and that it was the way to drink dew.

"This dew... is naturally a good thing. Do you think the spiritual energy of heaven and earth there is extremely pure, right?"

Sun Wukong smiled and asked in the tone of an elder.

"Yes, yes, that's it."

"But in this world... among the thousands of practitioners... there will always be one or two unlucky guys." Sun Wukong still looked regretful.

"What the holy monk said is..."

"Yes, it's obvious that Qingfeng is one of them. Everything in this world pays attention to a balance, do you know?"

"Well, I know! Everything has a cycle of cause and effect, there is no absolute in the world, and it is conserved. Master once said."

Sun Wukong nodded with a look of relief, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart that these two little guys seemed to be practicing. If they practice well, they would teach like this.

The two of them will definitely achieve unlimited future successes.

"That's right. Since you have a little understanding, it will be much more convenient for me to explain it. This is a rare situation that Zhen Yuanzi has not told you before. Everyone knows the pure spiritual power of this dew, but it is not inevitable. The rain and dew condensed in the morning will definitely have one or two drops of dirt, and it contains the great and evil things in the world."

"And..." Sun Wukong completely ignored Mingyue's pale little face this time.

He continued to speak, "And the person who drinks it will not only become more confused every day, but they will get used to being irritable, lies, and even...."

"What will happen?" Mingyue had already believed it by eight points.

"Oh, I will forget the person I love the most, and in the end I will become a walking corpse without emotions. The cultivator, especially the pedestrian, is most afraid of!"

“Why?”

"Because if a practitioner becomes like this, if he happens to have a lifespan of thousands of years, wouldn't that mean he will have to live for thousands of years without any emotion!"

Mingyue took a deep breath, yes... She and Qingfeng had a lifespan of thousands of years, and now she has stolen ginseng fruit... Doesn't that mean...

"Holy Monk, how should we cure it?" Mingyue was very nervous.

"It's okay." Sun Wukong was calm and gentle.

"It's okay?" Mingyue looked confused.

"Well, fortunately I met me. As long as I haven't died, everything will be saved."

"Huh~ Holy Monk, can you not breathe heavily when you speak? Then how should I save him?" Mingyue heard that there was still help, so she breathed a sigh of relief and joked with Sun Wukong.

"Ahem, that's it," Sun Wukong showed a sly smile on his face. "In fact, he only needs to drink something to urge vomiting and spit out those dirty things, and it will naturally come naturally."

"Oh, it turns out that's that simple, you said it earlier." Mingyue looked relaxed.

But Sun Wukong shook his head and smiled and said, "No, no, no."

"Actually...that thing must be something he chose himself, uh...in other words, the thing he can induce vomiting must be chosen by himself...uh...whatever it is, it must be chosen by himself, that is useful! Even if it is water...uh..."

As Sun Wukong was talking, he seemed to have no idea how to explain it. Why did he become water as he talked about it? If he could drink water, wouldn’t the things he fooled were in vain?

Mingyue looked enlightened, "I understand!"

"Do you understand?" Sun Wukong was a little surprised.

"I understand!" Mingyue said with a full voice, "Holy Monk, do you know? It is important to let him choose for himself, but you must have ignored one thing. If you want to induce vomiting, relying on water alone is not enough."

"Hahaha!" Sun Wukong laughed to the sky, "The son can teach you, the son can teach you!"

"Then let's see what Qingfeng chose this time. If you have a drink~~"

"Okay!" Mingyue and Sun Wukong reached an agreement on their opinions.

Soon a small figure swooped over here, and a breeze ate...

It seems to be mixed with some foul smell unique to the thatched hut.

Smelling this smell, the expression on Sun Wukong's face lit up.

"Hey...hehe...hehe..." At this time, he could no longer hold back his smile.

Qingfeng, Qingfeng, if you commit suicide, no one can save you.

(End of this chapter)
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