Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang smiled and touched his nose, hoping that as long as there was hope, no matter how small it was, it would completely illuminate his heart.

When his hand touched his nose, Du Fang suddenly froze:

The touch is smooth and delicate.

Du Fang immediately touched his beard.

It’s over, the beard is gone, and the Adam’s apple is gone.

Du Fang's hands were shaking and he didn't dare to put his hands into his trouser pockets.

Master Qinghe looked at his face, a trace of sadness flashed across his face, and he took out a mirror from the rice bag and handed it to him.

He whispered, "The progress of the Fairy Flower Soul taking over my body has accelerated. We must speed up our pace. If we delay any further, your entire body will be corrupted and degraded!"

The self in the mirror has fair complexion and beautiful features, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes filled with spring, and eyebrows like willow leaves.

The Adam's apple on her neck has long disappeared, leaving her with a perfect, slender neck and fair skin.

Is this the me in front of me, or Mo Ling’s true appearance?

With a clang, the mirror broke into two pieces.

Du Fang was completely stunned.

Master Qinghe sighed and said, "When I went to buy rice just now, I knew you would need this thing. We can't delay that much time. If you use your immortal power again, I really can't guarantee what will become of you next time!"

Du Fang did not reply. When he perfected the second level of his immortal power, his appearance had returned to that of a young man.

But now, after the battle with the yellow bird and receiving Bai Zhi's sword spirit, his face became like this.

Not only the face has changed, but also the figure.

This time, it was more terrifying and more direct than the last time.

Last time, I just lost my sense of smell and taste.

This time, the two bulges on his chest told him that he had completely transformed into a woman from the inside out.

Du Fang simply could not accept such an outcome.

Kneeling on the ground, he suddenly roared to vent the discomfort and depression in his heart.

The whistling sound spread out for a long time before the echo came back in. Master Qinghe sighed silently and turned to leave.

Du Fang sat there blankly. Even if he became a ninth-rank swordsman, even if he separated Li Qingshuang's soul, with what identity should he face his beautiful senior sister?

Senior sister? Or junior sister?

He closed his eyes tightly and began to think again:

I restored my original appearance after the immortal realm broke through, even if it was only for a short day. However, after my whole body was covered by the immortal blood, I became the neither male nor female appearance I have now.

Yes, breakthrough!

Du Fang immediately sat down cross-legged, trying to enter a state of oblivion of both himself and the world.

If he didn't break through, he might have been completely corrupted and fallen before he found that group of people.

He re-entered the state of meditation, but this time, the white light from the fairy spirit always drove his soul out. Not to mention breaking through the state, he couldn't even forget about himself and the world.

An irritated Du Fang stood up and paced back and forth, muttering:

"I'm not a woman, I'm not a woman!"

"I'm a man! A real man!"

I repeated it thousands of times, and in the end, even I seemed to believe it.

Master Qinghe looked at his crazy appearance, sighed, sat in the corner and began to heal his wounds.

The night gradually quieted down.

Du Fang fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, Li Qingshuang was smiling coquettishly, lying in his arms, rubbing her beautiful feet against his chest, thighs and lower abdomen.

A pair of white jade fingers gently stroked her lips, and she smiled sweetly:

"Junior brother, from now on we will truly become sisters!"

Du Fang cried out in panic, "No! No! I want to be your husband and wife, not your sister!"

Li Qingshuang pinched his chest, rubbed his lower body, and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid it won't work in this life, maybe in the next life! In the next life, I'll be the man and you'll be the woman!"

Du Fang suddenly sat up, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

I don't know when, but I was wearing a monk's robe.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered, "Fortunately, it was just a dream!"

But the dream was too real, and it struck the most vulnerable part of his heart.

Master Qinghe heard the noise, turned around, and asked him kindly, "What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Master!" Du Fang felt apologetic and lay down again.

The old monk said leisurely, "Your mental state is a bit unstable. Stay here for one night. We'll set off tomorrow morning for the capital of Chixiao Prefecture. There are many people there, and perhaps we can get some information about the village's whereabouts!"

"A village?"

"Yes! These people are just like herdsmen. Although they don't live by the water or grass, they often collect wandering ghosts and need to travel around, so they usually build a temporary village!"

"What's the name of that group of people?"

The old monk shook his head. "I don't know. Anyway, you must never use your spiritual power along the way. Even if you are in a desperate situation, try your best to use your wits. If it happens again, I'm afraid of your health..."

He glanced over and Du Fang already understood everything.

If I use the power of the immortal spirit again, I am afraid that I will disappear completely in the future, and the world will be in a bloody storm as before, with the real immortal spirit coming into the world and bringing disaster to the people.

"Go to sleep and have a good rest!"

Du Fang lay down again.

"Quiet, someone is coming!"

The old monk suddenly became as agile as a monkey. He immediately put away all the rice bags and vegetables, and took Du Fang and hid behind a rock on the top of the cave.

As soon as the words fell, suddenly, outside the cave, in the cold night.

There was a long and sharp whistle filled with regret.

The cry was like the cry of a night owl and was very unpleasant to the ears.

Du Fang immediately drew his sword, but his fingers missed.

His sword had been lost long ago and taken away by Bai Zhi.

Master Qinghe comforted him, "Don't be nervous, don't make a sound, and don't do anything! We're unfamiliar with this place, and everything here feels strange. Just follow my instructions!"

"it is good!"

He stuck his head out and saw countless flames at the end of the valley outside, illuminating the stream like a fire dragon, heading towards his cave.

When he got closer, Du could see clearly that there were dozens of people carrying two coffins.

One is black and the other is red, both are extremely large, three times larger than ordinary coffins.

What is such a big coffin used for?

There was a black coffin in front and a red coffin behind. Suddenly, a suona sounded, which scared Du Fang.

Amid the sounds of suona and drums, the group walked in.

It turned out that they were people buried in a joint tomb.

Du Fang breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt something was wrong. The red coffin and the black coffin, two coffins of completely different colors, were definitely not a joint burial tomb.

Before in Lingxiao Mountain, he often went down the mountain to deal with ghost cultivators and evil cultivators.

I know that red coffins usually represent evil spirits, and those buried there are people who died unjustly, usually young women, who died in accidents, either by jumping into the water or hanging themselves.

Black coffins are usually used for happy funerals or for elderly people who died of old age.

How could young people and old people be buried together?