Shadow Hall, rear hall.

"Goddess, you are back. Dansheng refined that...oh, salt according to the method you said!"

Zhiying massaged the stiff joints, and Dansheng ran out from inside. His face was red and happy, which gave his originally plain face a bit of vitality.

Upon hearing the news, Zhi Ying, who was a little tired, became a little more energetic.

After traveling thousands of miles to retrieve seawater from the East China Sea, and using the chelicerate powder given by the woman in Tsing Yi to detoxify the big crab, Zhiying told Dansheng the method of making salt and asked him to take part of the seawater and try to refine it first. Unexpectedly,

There was news as soon as I came back.

After making the salt, Dansheng's first thought was to share the fruits of his labor with Zhiying, who assigned him the task, and excitedly led her to the pavilion on the observation deck.

The Shadow Palace doesn't look like a laboratory, there isn't even a decent alchemy room, and all the equipment can be conjured up at random.

This makes Zhiying easy to use, but at the same time it feels like it doesn't have the warmth of home, and everything is cold.

On the viewing platform, I don’t know who planted a few poinciana trees at what time. The leaves are like the feathers of a flying phoenix, the flowers are like the crown of a red phoenix, and the fiery red flowers are always blooming.

It is the only warm color in the foggy shadow palace.

So Zhiying likes to do everything at the observation deck.

Dansheng also likes this place, because only when she is on the viewing platform can the goddess' eyebrows truly relax, and as an immortal attendant of the Shadow Palace, he also feels relaxed.

The spacious octagonal pavilion is covered by red flowers on both sides. Wangshu has not yet left his job. The moonlight is blocked by the poinciana tree, and it is pitch black inside the pavilion.

Zhiying stopped Dansheng from taking the luminous pearl, made a candle, and used the Fire Technique. The weak and swaying candlelight warmed the entire pavilion.

Dan Sheng was pleasantly surprised: "Goddess, your cultivation is back!"

"I just picked up a little bit, and now I used the Flame Technique and it's gone." Although Zhi Ying said this, there was no trace of disappointment on his face.

Dansheng said hurriedly: "Goddess, don't be impatient. Practice should be done step by step. Dansheng has confidence in you."

Hearing the clumsy comfort made his heart warm, Zhiying raised the corners of his mouth happily.

She turned her eyes to the stone table, and saw a bulge covered by a square of white silk. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that there was the body of some small animal underneath.

Zhiying's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and she barely controlled the corners of her mouth from twitching, and she lifted up the white silk.

The small pink and white bowl contains fine white particles, like a cluster of new snow hanging on the branches of plum blossoms.

Zhiying dipped her fingers and licked it, and the friendly taste instantly brought tears to her eyes.

Salt is the first of all flavors and is indispensable, which is why she would rather seal the lotus root in a gold box than eat it.

Zhiying praised Dansheng greatly.

She took out an empty bottle, put the salt in it, and murmured: "It's a pity that now that we have salt and don't have much spiritual power, we still can't drink lotus root soup."

Dan Sheng didn't know what to say to comfort Zhi Ying again. His spiritual power was low and he didn't know the Flame Art, so he couldn't help his goddess who wanted to drink lotus root soup.

After he cleared away the empty bowls on the stone table, Zhi Ying had already fallen asleep on the vine hammock pulled up between two poinciana trees. The white straps hung lazily, swaying with the breeze.

Very leisurely.

When the sun was rising, Zhiying woke up due to Dansheng's push.

After sleeping for less than two hours, Shadow Zhi's eyelids were fighting, so he said to Dan Sheng: "According to the old rules, a group of elves will weave clouds. After weaving, I will pass through the clouds. If there is anything else, you can take care of it."

After saying that, he lay back down again without even changing his clothes from last night.

Dansheng muttered a few words and went to work.

The sun's shadow gradually slanted, and the golden sunlight passed through the gaps between the flowers and leaves of the Poinciana tree, casting fine mottled patterns on the tree vines. The wind passed over the Poinciana tree enthusiastically, the feathers swayed, and the red flowers turned into phoenixes, spreading their wings and flying around for nine days.

Zhiying was awakened by the mischievous dancing light and shadow. He raised his hands to cover his sleepy eyes, mumbled a few words that he couldn't hear clearly, turned over and continued to sleep.

"Goddess, the elves have woven the shadows and are waiting for you to go over and inspect them!" Dan Sheng looked at her back and reported.

Zhiying still closed his eyes and said in a loud voice: "Is there anything to check? Let me go and see if anyone is missing a nose or an eye? Doesn't Xingtian even have a head? Isn't he still dancing and fighting majestically!

"

"Huh? Check!"

The fog in Zhiying's mind cleared and it suddenly became clear.

She sat up immediately, her dark hair rising in a graceful arc in the air, and her voice was not so graceful: "Ah! I haven't done the homework assigned by Ju Lue yet!" Then she pulled Dansheng and asked, "Now

when?"

Dan Sheng replied: "It's already the end of time."

Zhi Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay. We still have half a day left, so we can make it in time."

When she came back last night, she was lying on the clouds and felt bored, so she took out the jade slips given by Ju Lue and looked at them.

She thought there were only a few characters on the palm-sized jade slip, but when she pointed her finger upwards, the tiny characters were densely packed like a honeycomb and filled the entire wall. She was stunned at that time. How did she get into Siyun Palace?

Don't even know.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to allocate the complex chores of the film department, otherwise she would have been deprived of even these few hours of sleep.

"Let's go and settle the cloud affairs so that we can concentrate on the endorsement!"

The film department's cloud affairs have been dealt with, and the sun is already looking down at Siyun Palace.

Zhi Ying has learned the Bigu Technique and no longer needs to take Bigu Pills, but there is no taste in his mouth and he can't muster the energy to do anything.

It happened that yesterday I got a few lotus flowers from the lotus root, so Zhiying twisted the flower juice and mixed it into the fairy dew. Although the smell was light, it smelled very fragrant.

After telling no one to disturb him, Zhiying took out the jade slips and looked at them.

After browsing through it roughly, the key to Zhuoyin swordsmanship lies in the word "Yin", which means Yinqiao, Yinshi, and Yinxin. Can you understand the first two Yinweiying, what does Yinxin mean? What is the meaning of Yinxin?

What's the connection?

She thought about it a few times and then stopped thinking about it. Ju Lue just asked her to remember it first. As for understanding, that would be a matter later.

In order not to be thrown into the lake by Ju Lue, Zhiying locked herself in the observation deck for a whole afternoon and ignored no one.

As the sun set and the clouds faded, Zhiying walked out of Siyun Palace and met Qiong Ming, who had just resigned.

Qiong Ming grabbed her: "Where are you going?"

Zhiying scratched his head: "I'll hand in my homework!"

"Wait!" Qiong Ming put a mirror in front of her and said softly: "Look."

Zhiying raised his eyes casually and was startled, his face suddenly burning up.

The person in the mirror has chapped lips, just like the dry and cracked land ravaged by drought; what’s even more funny is that on the slightly haggard face, a bunch of withered grass-like hair has been pulled out here and there, like a quilt.

A feather duster that was torn by a child.

Except for his clean and dirt-free face, the person in the mirror looks like a beggar.

Zhi Ying immediately rushed back to the Shadow Palace with her head in her arms. She took out a comb from her sleeves and tidied her hair. Finally, she took a hair tie and tied all her hair behind her head.

Qiong Ming followed leisurely, looking at her neatly dressed up, and asked curiously: "Where are you going dressed like this?"

"Du Fu Shan." Zhi Ying answered her hastily, then left the Shadow Palace again, saying as he walked, "I'm afraid I'll forget, I'll tell you in detail later!"

As soon as the words were over, Qiong Ming was already gone. Being an indifferent person, he didn't say anything and returned to his dormitory.

The shadow fell on the bank of the river yesterday. She came early tonight and there was no one on the bank of the river. She was afraid that she would forget it, so she found a relatively flat place to sit down and memorize the formula of the Zhuoyin Sword Heart Technique again.

Rocks pierced through the air, and stormy waves crashed onto the shore.

Zhiying heard the strange movement and raised her eyes to look up. A black heavy sword stopped steadily half a foot in front of her. The heavy sword had no edge, but she felt a strong sharpness, which made her blood stagnant.

Tips are cold.

She slowly turned her gaze, looking at the ice-like face behind the epee, and said calmly: "Why is it you? Where is Ju Lue?"

Iwakawa's face was expressionless. If he didn't like Weaver in the past, then after learning about Ju Lue's decision, he was deeply disgusted.

Although Ju Lue's rhetoric seemed impeccable, the nearly ten thousand years of friendship told him that it was more than that. He did not approve or object to what Ju Lue did, but he did not allow anything else!

"You just have to remember what I said."

Iwakawa's face was stern, just like the black sword he pointed at Weaver Shadow, which made people not allowed to be slighted or deceived in the slightest.

Zhi Ying was confused: "You don't have to point your sword at me if you want to say anything!" But he couldn't help but ask, "What on earth are you going to say?"

The black sword was still pointed at her stubbornly, and Iwakawa said verbatim: "The gods prohibit the gods from falling in love, and they will be punished by flying to ashes. You'd better abide by this prohibition!"

When Iwakawa mentioned "the punishment of flying ash", he emphasized the emphasis, which made Zhi Ying feel that if that day comes, he will definitely execute the punishment himself and chop her into flying ash.

She didn't want to give up her path to advancement just for those little loves!

Love cannot be eaten as food!

So the big stone in her heart relaxed, her clenched fists loosened, and her tone became a little lighter: "That's it?"

Her reaction surprised Iwakawa. Could it be that she was not the reason?

Zhi Ying was already smiling. As the night grew darker, her eyes were so bright.

"Don't say that I don't have this ambition. Even if I really violate this prohibition, what does it have to do with you? Or are you really too busy to do anything and want to overstep your authority and perform the duties of a judicial priest? Although I am grateful for your

Kindness, but if you dictate my life, I will not remain silent and let it go!"

"presumptuous!"

Iwakawa was really angry this time, and the black epee suddenly burst out with a sword energy as long as a foot, only to take the shadow of Zori's face.

The incident happened suddenly, and Shadow Weaver was unable to avoid the sword at all.

However, a moderate force from the side pushed her down, helping her escape an untimely death.

Iwakawa looked at the person coming.

The white robe of the visitor was cold, but his eyes were even colder. Before he came out of the three-foot green grave, Iwakawa's ears could hear the buzzing sound of it waiting to be unsheathed.

Then came a word without any emotion: "Go."

Iwakawa sneered at him: "So it's not her, it's you."

Then he turned sideways, retracted his sword, pointed his toes to the ground, and disappeared in mid-air.

Ju slightly half-closed his eyes to cover up the emotion in his eyes, but his frown revealed his displeasure at the moment.

Zhi Ying was suddenly pushed, and she fell down and scratched the skin on her palm. She applied medicine and started to complain fiercely to Ju Lue: "Is he crazy? Why did he suddenly come to bring bad luck to me?

I didn’t reveal your clan’s secrets, why are you angry with me?”

Ju Lue avoided talking, but asked her: "What did Iwakawa tell you?"

Zhi Ying just couldn't help but want to speak, and didn't want to get a response, so she answered his question: "He asked me to abide by the ban." He couldn't help but complained, "There is really something wrong with my brain, don't I?

If he complies, will he be the one who gets punished? Mind your own business!"
Chapter completed!