Chapter 802 My mother entrusted me with a dream (1)
"Of course it's related." Hu Nuan twitched the corners of his lips: "They asked me for the exercises. Didn't I tell the master?"
Qiao Yu: "Do you know the inside story of their coma?"
Hu Nuan definitely didn't know and said it had nothing to do with him.
Qiao Yu: "In the future, you should ignore people who have ulterior motives for you."
Hu Nuan: "I just want to see what kind of fruits my kindness will bear."
Qiao Yu was silent: "This kind of game is not fun. Don't test people's hearts in the future. Protect yourself first."
Hu Nuan hummed: "Master, do you think they will come and apologize to me?"
Qiao Yu: "."
Hu Nuan: "Jin Xin said that they must hate me. They must think that I am the one who harmed them."
"Then what do you want?"
Hu Nuan: "If they come to harm me, I will just give them retribution."
Qiao Yu: "."
He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. To urge his apprentice to be generous? Wouldn't that be cowardly? To urge his apprentice to take revenge? Wouldn't that be narrow-minded? Forget it, let's wait until things get to that point. No young man can make mistakes.
The effect of teaching will be better when the time comes.
Say something else to her: "Is your mother's consciousness okay?"
"Very good." Hu Nuan said casually: "Master, have you thought of a way to cross the angry sea?"
Qiao Yumo, I shouldn't mention it.
He said: "Can you sense where your mother is?"
Hu Nuan was stunned.
Qiao Yu said: "The demons won't be able to hold on for long at the Huanmotian Ancient Cemetery. As for your mother - Master wonders, is she not there? Or was she rescued?"
Hu Nuan was stunned. This possibility - it's not impossible.
The small voice of my friend came from my mind: "Yeah, it's right there."
Hu Nuan said: "It must be there. Master, let's go there and look for it."
Qiao Yu looked at her.
Hu Nuan said: "My mother gave me a dream, and it was right there."
Huh, Qiao Yu suddenly darkened his face: "Hu Nuan, can you find a decent reason for fooling the master? Asking for dreams? Who can ask for dreams?" The dead man said angrily: "You might as well say it is through blood induction."
Hu Nuan: "I feel through my bloodline that my mother is there."
Qiao Yu closed his eyes. What could he do if he accepted a disciple who had no talent for lying but only felt good about himself?
He needs to rest and get rid of the evil spirits he has contaminated. Otherwise, if he is angered by his disciple, these evil spirits will turn into inner demons.
"Go back and wait until I call you."
Hu Nuan shrank his neck and slipped away.
Qiao Yu breathed out and frowned slightly. Hu Qing was still fine, and her consciousness would not lie to others. Hu Nuan said that the person was in the ancient cemetery, so he was sure. There must be a connection between mother and daughter that was not known to outsiders.
.Then the question arises: How did Hu Qing persevere in the ancient cemetery? And, how long can she persevere?
Qiao Yu pressed his forehead. It was not a problem to go to the ancient cemetery. At worst, he would risk his face and beg the ancestors in the sect. But going down was the problem. The ancient cemetery is so big, and the abyss below is endless. How to find a small one?
people?
Could it be that Hu Qing used the Turtle Breath method to fall into a deep sleep to reduce the loss in order to survive?
If so, it will be even harder to find.
Thousands of thoughts at once.
Hu Qing in the ancient cemetery was also confused. Unlike Qiao Yu's melancholy, she was almost happy to death.
"Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can we be from Penghao?"
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"
"There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village where there are bright willows and bright flowers!"
She yelled and yelled over and over again. These three sentences fully exposed her literary reserves.
Jumping up and down, even the poets, immortals and madmen could no longer satisfy her. Every sentence of Chinese quintessence echoed between the cliff and the sea of broken bones.
Silk cloth laughed along with him, he was so excited that he almost went wild.
Without him, Hu Qing found his way out!
Just in the complete collection of spiritual plants!
Who would have thought!
"Who could have thought of it? Who could have thought of it -" Hu Qing kneaded the demon spirit into a ball, squeezed and rubbed it, sticking it on the left and on the right: "Little devil, little devil, what would I do without you?
Yeah, I'm so lucky to have you."
What a familiar whisper.
Silk cloth rolled his eyes. If he heard such words, he would just throw it away.
but!
At this moment, he also wanted to say the same thing to the devil: What would I do without you? I am so lucky to have you——
Who would have thought that the secrets hidden in the Encyclopedia of Spiritual Plants, the masterpiece of an ascended monk, would be unlocked with demonic energy?!
Who would have thought!
In a book written by a monk recording spiritual plants, what are the chances of encountering demonic energy? And what are the chances that some pages happen to be rubbed hard with demonic energy? Which monk would do such a completely impossible thing?
Hu Qing did it.
So, maybe she is not a monk?
Silk cloth shook his head, no matter what, they saw a miracle in a desperate situation.
Because Hu Qing was not good at reading, she flipped through page after page of the Encyclopedia of Spiritual Plants, and finally found a few sentences describing the magical plant.
At this moment, they finally walked out of the sea of broken bones, and the outline of the undulating giant bones could be vaguely seen in the distance.
After settling down in the flower bud room, Hu Qing felt relieved and summoned the demon spirits to take a rest.
During this period, they experienced another strong wind. Compared with before, the wind on the Bone Broken Sea seemed less fierce. Hu Qing reacted in time and directly turned Xiao Xuanxue back into a flowerpot. She threw out an escape talisman, although she was struck by the demon.
The air was offset by half, but because it was directed downwards, the broken bones were loose and escaped a lot of distance. When the storm passed, they came out and were not blown much distance.
Keep going in the direction of the wind.
In the past few days, the demon spirit has performed very well and hugged Hu Qing a lot of hard bones. Xiao Xuanxue probably sensed the affirmation in Hu Qing's heart, and gradually became kind to the demon spirit and allowed it to enter the house for a while.
So at that moment that day, Hu Qing walked out of the sea of broken bones and felt relaxed. He sat on the thick blanket and opened the Encyclopedia of Spiritual Plants, pointing them out to the demon spirit.
"This is called the two-color long towel magic flower. One side is blue and the other is yellow. The petals are thick and short, and they feel like a fine towel. This flower is so big that it can wrap a one-year-old child. If you meet it, you can
Taste it. It is said that the flower juice is sweet. Although it is poisonous, it is slightly poisonous, so I don’t think it is a threat to you."
The devil lay on it, stared at the picture of the flower, and turned himself into a long towel. Unfortunately, it was black.
It became lifelike, and even the velvet on it was clearly visible. Hu Qing smiled, then he grabbed it and rubbed it on the page, pretending to be wiping a book.
This feeling was probably the same as rubbing one's hair and scratching one's belly. The demon liked it immediately and was too courageous to get up. He hoped that Hu Qing would do it a few more times and even turned over.
Hu Qing was in a good mood, so he fulfilled its wish and rubbed the demon spirit snoringly, leaving an afterimage.
As I rub it, something goes wrong. Why does it seem like a blue light is flashing?
Hu Qing lifted up his hand, spread out the Magic Spirit towel, and completely covered the page. Hu Qing hurriedly grabbed it and opened his mouth wide as he looked at the sapphire blue writings revealed on the page.
My God, it turns out that all the big guys like to hide treasures. This old man actually used special ink to write the words in the book? It’s so sentimental. Unfortunately, the handwriting is too small.
