"There's no time again." The shadow looked tired, looking at the sea, and for the first time there was emotion in his brows and eyes.
The black air slowly dissipated.
Zhu Shang stayed at the top of Huanxi Mountain for five days. During these five days, apart from sleeping and snoring, Huanxi Buddha drank wine and ate meat. He also had a disciple who cared for him. He lived a very comfortable life.
Selectively ignore the junior sister next to me who is waiting for food.
Free-range teaching.
Zhu Shang reasonably suspected that his original body was a pig.
Like a master, like a disciple, Mu Guan spends most of his time sleeping with his wine jar in his arms. Occasionally when he wakes up, he squats in the medicine field and stares lovingly at the medicinal materials he grew as if they were treasures.
Because Zhu Shang secretly absorbed the spiritual energy from the mountain top, the magic medicine was a little sluggish. This made Mu Guan so anxious that he pulled his hair and walked around the medicine field every day.
Zhu Shang looked at the hair he had pulled down, silently lowered her sense of presence, and returned to the room with the book in her arms to study the techniques.
When she was practicing, Liu Jiulian often sat by the window and looked into the distance, sitting there for a whole day.
Zhu Shang always felt that something was not right. He had become even less talkative since he came back that day. In the past, he would reply a few words to her when she asked her questions, and then stare at her blankly. But now, no matter what she said,
He just stared out the window and said nothing.
His whole temperament has also undergone a big change. In the past, he only felt lifeless and lifeless, but now he has added a bit of murderous aura, and his eyes are surprisingly cold, which is more in line with the name of the God-Slaying Sword.
However, she did not struggle for too long with the emotion of "the temper of the weapon spirit is too weird and difficult to control", and quickly devoted herself to practice again.
I don't know if it's because of her earth-type body, but she mastered the techniques very quickly. She dreamed of becoming the strongest in the three realms, and she read one book after another. The more she learned, the more excited she became.
Until Mu Guan knocked on her door.
Because Liu Jiulian was there, she only opened a small opening and talked to him through the crack in the door.
"Little uncle, Master will be out for a few days. He asked me to bring you a few more books, saying that he will take a test on you when he comes back."
"Going out?" Zhu Sang was shocked.
Who can ask Huanxi Buddha, an old homebody, to go out?
"There is something strange happening in the Land of Bones. Several ancestors are going to strengthen the seal."
This was not the first time she heard about the Land of Withered Bones. Hongying said last time that the Immortal Sect Club was going to the Land of Withered Bones. If they were going to go, why would they seal it?
"What is the Land of Dry Bones?"
"The Land of Dry Bones is an extremely dangerous place. When talking about it, we must mention some past events from the prehistoric times. There are records in the history of the Three Realms. Uncle Master will know after reading it."
It’s a long story, but I don’t want to talk too much about it.
When Mu Guan saw that she was still showing her face and had no intention of inviting him in, he put the book outside the door, bowed and returned to his treasured medicine field.
Too lazy to follow the same line.
The history of the Immortal Sect seemed to be just a small book. She used her spiritual power to open it, and the dense catalog gave her a headache.
There were ten volumes in the prehistoric era alone. I flipped through the catalog one by one, and finally saw the four words "Land of Dry Bones" in the last note of the last volume.
It tells the story of Emperor Jiuyou who tried to destroy the world but failed.
"The emperor introduced the God-killing Formation, cut off his right arm, and destroyed his soul. The emperor was still alive, so the gods slayed the divine sword, drove it into the underworld, and sealed it in the Nine Netherworld..."
The gods could not kill the Emperor Jiuyou, so they could only seal him to the Land of Jiuyou, and seal the energy of Jiuyou he left behind near the four sacred mountains, known in the world as the Land of Dry Bones, under the supervision of the four gods.
"What is the Qi of Nine Netherworlds?" Zhu Shang was puzzled and turned forward again.
Liu Jiulian didn't know when he stood beside her, looking down at the history book in her hand with a serious expression.
Zhu Shang's back felt cold and he moved the history book in his direction.
The Ancestral God created the heaven and the earth, and the clear air from the sky rose to the nine clouds, while the turbid air from the earth sank to the land of Jiuyou. When the clear air arises, all things will come to life, and when the turbid air arises, all things will perish. The land of Jiuyou is filled with turbid air, and Du Yang will not arise.
, Loneliness does not last long, it is the real desperate situation.
This turbid air is the air of the Nine Netherworlds, which is mutually reinforcing and incompatible with spiritual energy. When encountering evil spirits and evil spirits, it is like entering heaven. If a cultivator touches it, their cultivation level will be greatly reduced and they will be restrained everywhere.
The Great Emperor Jiuyou is a divine fetus conceived from the turbid air of the world. He possesses the power to destroy heaven and earth as soon as he is born.
Seeing this, Zhu Shang couldn't help but envy: "He was the strongest in the world the moment he was born."
"Are you afraid of him?" Liu Jiulian suddenly grabbed her hand and asked hoarsely.
Her black hair was hanging down, and the skin on the back of her hands had a sickly white color. Her eyes were hidden in the black hair and looked at her coldly.
Zhu Shang was startled. His appearance reminded her of the scenes of female ghosts she had seen in the past. The more she looked at it, the more terrifying it became.
"Sit down!" Zhu Shang still has the time to care about the Nine Nether Emperor in the history books. She just wants to straighten his hair first, so as not to be scared to death by him one day.
Seeing that he was still standing, Zhu Sang grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down in front of the dressing table.
I looked around in the space capsule and took out a black jade hosta.
"This color suits you best."
As he spoke, he tucked the long hair on both sides of his face behind his ears, revealing a pale and handsome face. The lips were light-colored, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness, but his deep and sharp black eyes looked very energetic.
He stared at Zhu Shang in the mirror who was clumsily fixing his hair, and asked again: "Are you afraid of him?"
"Who are you afraid of?"
Her hair was so plentiful and long that a few strands always escaped, so she simply tied half of it into a hairpin.
"Emperor Jiuyou." His eyes darkened, with a bit of bloodthirsty gloominess in them.
"What are you afraid of? He is sealed in the Nine Netherlands by the heavenly barrier and the gods, and he can't come out."
Liu Jiulian's eyes became colder and he no longer opened his lips.
Zhu Shang concentrated on tying his hair, and it turned out to be much smoother with only half of the hairpin. She then plucked a small strand of hair in front of his forehead and said with satisfaction: "I will find a fan for you to take with you then. It will definitely be better than my three-piece fan."
Senior brother is more charming and handsome."
"See if you like it."
She looked at the bronze mirror, with a treasure-like smile on her face, her brows clear and bright, like a wisp of warm wind gently blowing across the dark cold pool water.
"Give it to me?"
"It's all on you, of course I give it to you! Do you like it?"
Liu Jiulian paused and hummed softly.
"As long as you like it." She touched his head and said softly, "I have many hairpins. As long as you like them, I will change one for you every day."
"Will you give me a hairpin every day?"
"meeting."
Liu Jiulian looked at her, the coldness in his eyebrows finally dissipated.
It turns out that this weapon spirit likes hairpins, and Zhu Shang is secretly happy.
If you can't conquer the weapon spirit with your strength, then use technology to defeat it.
After the hairpin was halfway up, Liu Jiulian became much better behaved. No matter what she did, she would wait quietly aside, and she would accept her calls.
This is a big step forward.
Happy Buddha went away for more than ten days. When he came back, he fell down on the rocking chair and slept for a few more days. When he woke up, two-thirds of the first month had passed.
Zhu Sang finally couldn't stand it anymore and asked him for a showdown.
"Senior brother, when will you take the test for me?"
"Tomorrow!" Happy Buddha smiled with a kind and kind face, "Let's talk tomorrow..."