Hua Zhuo's curiosity was getting stronger, so when he saw her entering the cave generously, he no longer felt shy and followed her in.

This cave is located between the top of the mountain and the mountainside. It is not too big inside, about ten feet in diameter.

Several holes were drilled into the stone wall to allow natural light to shine in, allowing for ventilation and easy viewing. There was a flat rock against the stone wall, covered with animal skins. Perhaps it was due to magic, but it did not become dusty or dusty.

The opposite stone wall was mostly hollowed out, and there were many bamboo slips placed on it. In addition, there were some common utensils, even pots and pans.

"It seems that the owner of this cave likes the human life very much."

Hua Zhuo picked up the bamboo chopsticks in the basket and beat them rhythmically like a drum.

Zhiying sat leaning on the stone bed, beckoned her to come over, and when he came closer, he moved his hand like lightning, and pointed at the center of her eyebrows.

A large amount of information was introduced into the sea of ​​consciousness through his fingertips, and Hua Zhuo's body shook a little uncomfortably.

After a while, Zhiying withdrew her hand and supported the shaky Hua Zhuo to sit down. She casually used a soft towel to gently wipe away the fine sweat on her forehead.

Hua Zhuo slowly came back to his senses, hugged Zhi Ying's neck tightly with deep attachment and sadness, and yelled heartbreakingly: "My lord, don't die!"

Zhiying's ears were ringing, and the hand holding the towel was still raised in the air. She was stunned for a moment, then her eyes narrowed slightly, and the towel shattered into ice shavings: "I didn't hear clearly, please say it again."

His voice was cold, his tone was cold, and his breath was like ice sublimated, causing frostbite on his ears.

The coldness entered Hua Zhuo's ears and quickly poured into her whole body. A sudden chill ran down her spine, and she felt regretful. She stiffened her hands and dared not withdraw them, let alone repeat the treasonous words she just said.

Was she crazy just now? Why did she think that the Lord was going to die when he passed on all the magic secrets that she had dreamed about for a long time to her at once?!

Oh my god, she was so mean for a moment, can she take it back now?!

"Huh?" Weaver Shadow urged coldly.

Hua Zhuo immediately got up and admitted his mistake: "Lord, I was wrong!"

She lowered her head deeply, facing Weaver Ying with only the top of her dark hair.

Weaver Ying stared at her for a long time, until her neck felt sore, and then corrected her: "You are wrong, the gods do not die, they can only perish and merge into chaos."

Hua Zhuo blinked, and the chill that penetrated her body slowly dissipated, and she quietly raised her head.

Unexpectedly, she saw Zhiying playing with a roll of bamboo slips in her hand without interest. She lazily raised her eyes and met her eyes. She quickly lowered her head.

Seeing this, Zhiying's mouth curved slightly and he threw the bamboo slip into his sleeve.

"I have just poured the key to the Thousand-mile Ice-Sealing Technique and the Yun Clan's secret technique into your sea of ​​consciousness. I will put aside the Yun Clan's secret technique for now and learn the Thousand-mile Ice-Sealing Technique first. You can practice it here quietly according to the method I taught you.

I'll come and check in seven days. If I can't freeze ten miles of rivers with one stick of incense——"

Hua Zhuo immediately raised three fingers and promised: "I can definitely do it!" He must not extend the retreat time any longer!

Zhiying stood up and blew lightly at the stone wall. Several scrolls of bamboo slips scattered in the grid suddenly turned into clouds of smoke, and he replaced them with another part of the slips and books.

She turned around and reminded Hua Zhuo, who was full of doubts: "If you really don't like to practice medicine, you don't need to study anymore, but you must remember these in the Collection of Baicao, Biography of the Four Seas, Chronicles of Clan in the Six Worlds, and Records of Strange Beasts in the Eight Wilds."

Before Hua Zhuo could get happy, he drooped his head again: "I still want to endorse..."

"Keep it in mind and apply what you have learned, and you will benefit endlessly in the future."

Weaver Shadow left a message and the person disappeared into the cave.

The next moment, she stood on the top of the clouds, playing a piece of music with exotic beauty by the lips of her flute, which spread far and wide with the wind.

Not long after, a large splash of water exploded in the rapid river flow, and a blue shadow came out across the river and stopped in front of Weaver Shadow.

This woman wears an aqua blue dress with a stand-up collar, and two bunches of translucent blue gauze hanging from dark to light on her back. If you look closely, you can see that they are two closed feather fins.

Opposite her feathery fins, there were fine scales on both sides of her forehead, which overlapped and went straight into her temples. She also had a pair of penetrating blue eyes, as quiet as the blue sea.

When Zhi Ying looked at her, she also carefully looked at Zhi Ying in front of her, confirming that she had not seen him before, and then asked: "How do you know this song?"

Zhiying frowned: "Are you the Queen of the Yingyu Tribe?"

The woman thought for a moment, then nodded lightly.

Seeing this, Zhiying's face became slightly relaxed, and he calmly took out something and put it in his palm.

The Yingyu Queen was astonished: "Qiongqi's Corner!"

Zhiying ignored her surprise, held the Qiongqi Horn and said in a deep voice: "The Yingyu Tribe listens to the order. From now on, if there are any floods in the four seas, report them to me."

This is a bit suspicious of overstepping one's duties, not to mention the tone of voice is such an order.

Queen Yingyu frowned, but after taking a look at the Qiongqi Horn in Zhiying's hand, and remembering the instructions given by her late king before her death, she finally agreed: "The Yingyu clan accepts the order."

"One more thing." Weaver Ying said.

Because of Qiongqijiao's kindness, Queen Yingyu treated her with great sincerity.

Zhi Ying smiled and said: "I have a disciple named Hua Zhuo who practices here. If there is a flood nearby, you can let her know."

Queen Yingyu raised her eyebrows, this matter is easy to handle, not to mention that nowadays the two gods are facing each other, and floods are becoming more and more frequent, which is when manpower is needed.

The person in front of me has a solid aura. He should be a high god. Not only can he be a disciple of a high god, he should be a great helper, but he should also be a good helper with extraordinary abilities.

As the saying goes, fame is worse than meeting. When Queen Yingyu accidentally witnessed Hua Zhuo freezing the flood with several Yingyu clan members, she understood the reason why Zhiying asked Hua Zhuo to practice here, and she deeply regretted her hasty behavior. He decided to bring such a big trouble to his tribe with such a powerful spell but poor accuracy.

Of course, these are all things for later. Before the Yingyu clan could contact Hua Zhuo, a piece of news came that made the Emperor of Heaven furious.

At that time, the banquet in Yanguang Hall was in full swing. The sudden sound of heavy drums overshadowed the clear and melodious fairy sounds, awakening the gods who were immersed in drinking and chatting happily.

The gods paid attention and counted silently, exactly eighteen times!

There is a Kui skin drum outside the Lingxiao Palace. Different numbers of ringing have different meanings. Ringing the drum eighteen times means emergency gathering.

We don’t know what important things happened in the heaven, but all the gods who came to congratulate us and those who came to congratulate us in the future dropped what they were doing and set off separately, rushing to Lingxiao Palace.

After they all left, Little Golden Crow put down his wine glass leisurely and looked at Dongjun, who was also sitting upright. Dongjun also looked over.

Xiao Jinwu curled his lips and smiled, stood up first, and walked out of the hall without even looking at Dong Jun.

Staring at his back, Dong Jun's eyes were filled with a layer of haze that would never go away.

But compared with the haze in Emperor Tian's heart, Dongjun's place was a bit unsatisfactory.
Chapter completed!