She used her spiritual power to clean it countless times, but the smell of another person still seemed to linger in the room.
Fairy Chenyan was neatly dressed and sitting on a futon. In front of the futon hung a portrait of a person, not Uncle Dongyang.
Originally, according to the requirements of the technique, she must now retreat into meditation immediately, and use the evil technique and this person's Yuanyang to find an opportunity for a breakthrough.
But she kept sitting like this, her eyes were confused, and her unfocused gaze fell on the portrait. Her expression was a little weird, as if she was struggling with something. Finally, she murmured to the portrait and asked: "Master, my disciple practices evil skills."
, harming innocent people...did your disciple do something wrong?"
The portrait is a dead thing, so naturally it won't give her an answer.
There was silence in the wooden house.
After a while, Fairy Chenyan suddenly straightened up, her confusion dissipated, and she looked determined.
She suddenly opened her palms, and in her palms were a dozen silver needles as thin as hair.
'Wow!'
With a wave of Fairy Chenyan's hand, those silver needles suddenly spread out, the silver needles shone with cold light, and the needle tips exuded a trace of cold air, and the temperature in the wooden house also dropped sharply.
These silver needles were suspended in the air, pointing at various acupuncture points on her body, with the most acupuncture points on her head.
Then, Fairy Chenyan's palms changed, and she shot out mysterious runes one after another and fell on the silver needle. The silver needle became more and more crystal clear, and the runes on it were flowing, which was extremely mysterious.
‘Whoosh…’
Silver needles fell on her body one after another and penetrated deeply into the acupuncture points. She remained expressionless and seemed not to feel any pain. When the last silver needle fell on the top of her head and was about to penetrate into the Baihui point,
, Fairy Chenyan suddenly hesitated and seemed to remember something.
The silver needle was suspended above her head, unable to move even an inch.
Fairy Chenyan flicked her fingers, and a burst of spiritual power turned into a piece of paper in front of her, and then the paper automatically folded into a paper crane.
In the dark wooden house, the paper crane flaps its wings, scatters stardust, and flies around the Morning Smoke Fairy. It makes a clear crane cry, as if it is grateful to its creator and is extremely happy.
Seeing the naughty paper crane, Fairy Chenyan, who had always been expressionless, suddenly smiled, nodded angrily on the top of the paper crane's head, and silently whispered a few words into its ear.
After a while, the paper crane nodded its origami head, cried softly, and flew out of the window lattice.
…
Shaohua Mountain Peak.
The precipitous single peak almost pierces into the wind of Jiutian Gang, and is covered with white snow.
The top of the mountain is where the spiritual veins of Shaohua Mountain converge, and the spiritual energy is extremely rich. However, on the top of the snow mountain, there is only one cave, which is the retreat place of Shaohua Mountain Yuanying Patriarch Dongyang Bo.
Except for the constant howling of the cold wind, there is no noise at the top of the mountain. The disciples of Shaohua Mountain would never dare to come here to disturb the Patriarch.
Suddenly, a starlight flew from the distant sky. In the starlight was a palm-sized paper crane. It flew hard to the cave in the strong wind. The door of the cave opened silently, and a big hand transformed from spiritual power lifted the paper crane.
Detained.
In the cave.
Uncle Dongyang crushed the paper crane and laughed.
…
As soon as Qin Sang walked out of the wooden house, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and he was moved out of the island without any resistance.
Then he saw clouds rising from the island, covering the entire island in the blink of an eye. There was a mysterious light flickering in the clouds, and finally the entire island completely disappeared from Qin Sang's sight.
All that was left was the faint water waves, and there was no trace of the island.
Qin Sang knew in his heart that the owner of the island had opened the formation, and the cave would be completely closed.
He saw his current appearance from the lake at his feet. He was dozens of years older than before, and he couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face.
The spring scenery last night was definitely not beautiful. What he remembered most now was the final helplessness and fear. The vitality in his body poured out like a dam bursting. He could only watch without any resistance.
Fortunately, the other party was merciful and took the initiative to stop when the jade liquid was about to dry up. He also helped him seal Yuanyang and stabilize the jade tripod.
One's cultivation is in jeopardy, but there is still a chance to make amends.
Feeling the little spiritual power left in his Qi Sea, and feeling weak all over his body, Qin Sang reluctantly gathered his spiritual power, and was about to activate the flying shuttle to find an uninhabited desert island to refine the Nine Yang Pill.
At this moment, a silver light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and the airship appeared out of nowhere and hovered in front of him.
Qin Sang's complexion changed slightly.
Last night, he discovered that the real person Mayu had been replaced by Fairy Chenyan. He realized that there must be something fishy in this. Even the leader didn't know the inside story. As the only insider, would he be silenced?
Fairy Chenyan was a high-level monk who was about to have a baby. She could kill him with one finger. In the end, not only did she not kill him, but she also kept her promise and did not completely destroy his foundation.
If he wanted to silence him, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. This made Qin Sang feel at ease, but he still didn't dare to risk his life. He originally planned to find a place to take the Nine Yang Pill to stabilize the sea of qi, and then use the final
Return to your cave as quickly as possible and practice hard in seclusion, or simply run away and wait and see for a while before making a decision.
But he didn't expect that Feizhou had been waiting outside the island. In his current state, he couldn't escape, so he didn't allow him to think too much.
Embark on the flying boat and return to Shaohua Mountain.
Feizhou placed him in the cave before and then walked away.
Headmaster Yu was like a cat that smelled fishy smell. He came with his sword immediately. When he saw Qin Sang's face, he was startled and said urgently: "Junior brother Qin, hurry up and refine the Nine Yang Pill."
change!"
Qin Sang was suspicious in his heart and glanced around Master Yu's face. Seeing that his expression did not seem to be hypocritical, Qin Sang's heart dropped, and he was not in the mood to exchange greetings anymore. He said in a weak voice: "I'm sorry.
"
Then he plunged into the cave, took out the Nine Yang Pill and swallowed it in his belly.
The elixir entered the abdomen, and immediately turned into a gentle stream of heat, rushing from the throat to the sea of qi. The depleted vitality in the body was replenished by the Nine Yang Dan Yang Qi, and it was recovering quickly. The slightest trace of the medicinal power flowed into the whole body, and the weakness everywhere gradually gradually
Get better.
As his vitality recovered, his appearance naturally returned to that of his youth.
The sea of qi, which had been on the verge of collapse, slowly began to circulate at this time, and the spiritual energy in the cave was attracted and gathered around Qin Sang.
Feeling that his cultivation was slowly recovering, Qin Sang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't feel anything strange about his soul. It could be seen that the Jade Buddha helped him avoid the biggest hidden danger of the furnace. His only worry was that his cultivation level after finally breaking through the foundation building would fall.
Fortunately, the Nine Yang Pill did not disappoint him, and the Qi Sea recovered faster and faster until his spiritual power was full.
Qin Sang sighed secretly.
The miracle he expected did not happen, and now his Qihai has shrunk by more than 10% compared to before.
If he cannot recover, he will always have 10% less spiritual power than a monk of the same realm. This determines that when he fights with monks of the same realm in the future, he must not fall into a spiritual power competition.