On the next third day, Lian placed a giant jade bowl on the top of the pond.
The only difference between the bowl is that its bottom and edges are hollowed out, and Qingyin needs to sit in the hollow out of the base.
The boiling water at this time has turned into a mist full of mist.
The mist rose, covering the hollowed-out part of the jade bowl, penetrated into Qingyin's body.
Looking at this scene, Qingyin felt like she was crying without tears.
She said, this third day is definitely "smoked and roasted". Although there are differences in real smoke and roasting, it is not much different.
Qingyin sat cross-legged, her body still looked white. She looked at the master below and stared at Chishui and asked, "Master, after the smoke is over, you will be done?"
Lian looked up, and only glanced at it, then moved her eyes aside, "It's only possible to be so hot that it's midnight."
"The disciple knows." Qingyin nodded, closed her eyes obediently, and merged the five-type spiritual energy and the dantian energy in her body.
I don’t know how long it took, Qingyin suddenly felt a stream of true energy in her body moving up and down, and the true energy made her body sometimes turn red and sometimes as cold as ice, completely in the realm of the two heavens of ice and fire.
Gradually, she couldn't bear it anymore and hummed, "Master, Master! The disciple is so uncomfortable..."
Lian was meditating on the shore, but when she heard Qingyin call him, she quickly opened her eyes and looked at her. Seeing that her body had turned color, she looked shocked. She didn't have time to think too much, so she flew to the body, "Qingyin, don't be confused.
Dharma! If you calm down, you won’t feel uncomfortable!”
"The disciple is in pain, and I can't calm down." Qingyin opened her eyes and raised her chin to look at Lian.
Because it was so painful, she endured it in every possible way. With the misty fog, there were many beads of sweat on her little face.
Of course, this was not what shocked Lian. What shocked him the most was the change that happened in an instant when the little disciple opened his eyes.
Her eyes blinked, and sometimes dark, sometimes charmingly purple.
Especially when seeing the purple eyes, Lian felt a sense of familiarity.
Yes, these eyes are the same color as Li'er's eyes, and even their expression is very similar.
For a moment, Lian was a little surprised and almost regarded Qingyin as Li'er.
Reason quickly spread throughout her heart. Lian shook off the doubts, raised her disciple's arm, and sent true energy into her body...
After the little disciple stopped crying out the pain, Lian let her go.
Qingyin was awake, but she felt that there was a slight discomfort in her body, and the color of her eyes had returned to normal, but Qingyin was not aware of this.
She suddenly realized that she was white at the moment, her cheeks were red with shame, and she hurriedly blocked the front with her little hands: "Master, Master, can you turn over? Disciple, some..."
Before he could say the word shy, Lian interrupted it, and forced Qingyin to block her throat.
"You have some physical problems, and it is not convenient for your teacher to leave at this moment. Don't worry, a teacher is a gentleman, and you will never look at you." What's more, you are still a child, and you only have a few taels of meat on your body, and there is nothing to see.
Lian didn't forget to add a sentence in her heart.
After hearing what he said, Qingyin became even more uncomfortable, "But you think it's okay, but your disciple can't do it!"
"Why not?" Lian raised her eyebrows.
"There is a saying in the mortal world that men and women will not be able to get along with each other. Once a woman is seen by a man...