In a palace where the Shuangyang Sect entertained distinguished guests, there was a...mud chrysalis lying on a float carved from a single piece of ice crystal.
The ten elders of Shuangyang Sect stood in a circle not far away from each other, watching expressionlessly.
They looked serious and were vomiting madly in their hearts. Even after staring at it for a month, they still couldn't understand the carving style, which was all about flowers.
They are really all flowers, all kinds of flowers, the kind that don’t need leaves and branches to accompany them. Big and small, densely packed, high and low. Fortunately, they are not colored. The original colorlessness of the ice crystals dilutes the sweet smell.
Why would a grown man sleep on such a bed?
The men of Shuangyang Sect were puzzled.
Oh, why do they hurt their eyes here? Because the little thick soil is wrapped around the body of the little prince, and they must keep a close eye to prevent people from the Palace of Eternal Life from sneaking away.
How precious it is, lost and found again, not even a tiny bit should be missing.
Facing this kind of battle, the Master of Changsheng Hall could not care less about the life of his favorite little son. As long as the person can get better, who cares about such a trivial matter?
Well, he was rare, he was very rare. If Shuangyang Sect could not be an enemy, he would definitely take it back, just in case his youngest son came back with an injury someday.
There are also a lot of people in the Eternal Life Palace. In order to prevent Shuangyang Sect from not making friends, they brought a group of experts here. The result was unexpected. Things have turned around. The elves are no longer important. They have found a better way.
There are many talented people in the Eternal Life Palace, but no one has mentioned Xiaohoutu. It’s a pity that such legendary things have not been seen in the world for many years. I didn’t expect Shuangyang Sect to have it.
Again, if Shuangyang Sect wasn't easy to mess with...ahem.
An old man with silver and black hair mixed up in the middle and loose on both sides, holding a medicine king staff in his left hand, stepped forward over the crowd and carefully looked at the only face exposed by the mud chrysalis. His face was pale, but it was completely gone.
The kind of despondency that only a person who has died has.
Overjoyed: "Palace Master, Your Highness' body has been restored. Congratulations, Palace Master."
The master of the Hall of Eternal Life had already discovered that after all, he was checking dozens of times a day. He was very happy, and he was afraid that the laughter would disturb his youngest son's recovery. He tried his best to hold it back, but the joy flowed from his face to all directions. Everyone could see that he was extremely happy.
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"When Zhi'er wakes up, the master of this palace will give a banquet to all parties."
The people in the Changsheng Palace were jubilant, but the people in the Shuangyang Sect were calm.
The old man Yaoguai's face twitched: Why are you staring at him so closely? Can he still steal this bit of mud? I'm so angry, I really want to steal it. I wonder what magical elixir can be made from the small thick soil when used as medicine. What if?
Can I change it a bit——
He took the palace master aside to discuss.
Everyone in the Shuangyang Sect looked unmoved, "Huh, don't even think about it."
At this moment, a subtle clicking sound came from the ice crystal float, and everyone stepped forward immediately with their ears twitching.
was stopped.
An elder called in a second: "Sect Master, okay, come quickly."
The Master of the Eternal Life Palace stared at the phone, he wanted this too.
In an instant, Yang Tianxiao's figure appeared among the ten elders, looked at the float, and then greeted the master of the Changsheng Palace: "Master of the Jing Palace, Master Ling will be well soon."
The Master of the Jing Palace grinned and said nothing, and bowed to him: "Sect Master Yang, let's have a good chat later."
Between the two sentences, a series of clicking sounds came from the mud chrysalis. In everyone's eyes, the mud chrysalis cracked many gaps, and suddenly they all fell downwards, flowing like living things to a pottery jar placed next to the float.
The flow went inside and stopped moving.
Yang Tianxiao immediately stepped forward and held the vat aside, looking at it with heartache: "It consumes a lot, and it will take many years to grow back."
The Master of Jing Palace strode towards his son. Hearing this, he glanced quickly and couldn't help feeling weak.
That day Yang Tianxiao took out this thing and looked at it. It was eighty-nine points full. Now, only six points are left.
Is this small thick soil brought back to life by myself?
This, this, this, the affection is too great.
In fact, if he kills the female disciple and robs his own elf, he will not be able to let go of this favor. But now he doesn't want to fall out with the Shuangyang Sect, and he still wants to have more contact with her. Maybe one day he will beg her again?
"Treat the child, heal the child."
The young man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly: "Father."
Well, the person was rescued, and the elves seemed to have never happened. The master of the Eternal Life Palace had to treat the person to a meal.
Quite generous: "Please give me a favor from all the clan leaders."
The status of the two parties is almost the same, let's have a banquet, no one will give face to the other. Let's do it.
Yang Tianxiao proposed to remove Hu Nuan's hands and feet. The master of the Jing Palace did not respond. He patted his chest and said that he would come in person. Yang Tianxiao declined politely. For that kind of thing, just use the corresponding secret weapon to remove it.
Palace Master Jing laughed and said, "Let that child come too. She is the one who brought us good luck. I have to thank her in person."
Yang Tianxiao was noncommittal.
Somewhere in the back mountain, Hu Nuan was practicing the whip and leg whip vigorously.
I was just learning the long whip from Yang Tianxiao, but Fan Lao came over and laughed, what if I don't have a whip? Why don't I learn how to whip with the leg?
When Hu Nuan heard it, it made sense.
Then Yang Tianxiao said, if the leg is injured, what if you can only use your hands and arms? Besides, you can just pull a branch and use it as a whip.
The two started arguing, like two old men who refused to obey the other.
Hu Nuan then said that he should combine the two whipping techniques into one set.
This really posed a problem for them. They have been thinking about it these days. Combining the top and bottom, it is obvious that the focus must be changed. After thinking about it for so many days, they finally figured out three moves.
I have to believe that this is Hu Qing's biological daughter, who dares to bring up any ideas.
With only three moves, Hu Nuan worked hard, practicing day and night, sweating profusely, but still couldn't get it right.
There is definitely no problem with the move. She intuitively knows that it will be very powerful after practicing it, but she always fails to do it right.
When Yang Tianxiao came over, Fan Lao was trying to persuade her: "It's not your problem, it's the two of us who were negligent and forgot your current state. We can use these three moves without any hindrance, but if you use them, it will be too difficult for your cultivation and
The state of mind. Just remember, when you reach the eighth level, no, the seventh level, you can use it."
Hu Nuan refused to give up, and his stubbornness that refused to listen to anything was a headache to watch.
She fell down again and gasped: "I'll try again, maybe it will work. I don't want to wait until the eighth level, I want to reach the ninth level."
Fan Lao: "..."
If you say this, I don't know how to persuade you. After all, I, an eighth-level strongman with high-level Yin Fire, don't even have the confidence to break through to the ninth level.
The young man's energy hurt his self-esteem.
Yang Tianxiao: "I'll bring Hu Qing here."
She always listens to her mother's words.
Who knows, Hu Qing's situation is no better than Hu Nuan's, or even worse.
The courtyard door was open and the house door was unlocked. Hearing the movement in the house, Yang Tianxiao first made a sound and stood for three seconds before slowly pushing the door open and entering.
As soon as I entered, I was shocked, who is this bloated human figure?
"Hu Qing?" Yang Tianxiao's voice was broken.
Hu Qing, who was lying on the table, raised her head, but Yang Tianxiao could not see her eyes.
It's not that the room is dark, but - is this pig head so fat that he can't see his eyes his apprentice?
