You are not allowed to become a demon through books

life.

"Lu Zhuoyang" was thrown in the wilderness when he was still in his infancy. If the old man Mingxin didn't happen to pass by, there would be nothing wrong with him in the plot later in this book.

After the old man Mingxin rescued him, he found that he had a special physique, an extremely rare half-human, half-demon, with demonic nature in his blood.And this kind of demonic nature is engraved in the bones and blood, and there is no way to completely get rid of it. It can only be temporarily suppressed by forcible suppression.

In the first few years, the old man Mingxin was able to use his own cultivation to suppress him, but now he can't suppress him no matter what.So he racked his brains, traveled thousands of mountains and rivers, and found five broken spirit nails for his lover.

The spirit-breaking nail is pierced into the bone and heart, and once the upper body is cut off, it will never be removed unless the lamp of death is extinguished.The old man Mingxin cast a spell to nail him after obtaining the consent of "Lu Zhuoyang".

——Compared with the original book of "The Transformation of Immortals and Demons", there is no broken spirit nail.

At least not a single word is mentioned in the text of the novel.Combined with the performance of "Lu Zhuoyang" in the plot when he was wandering in the human world, it can be regarded as full of spiritual power and excellent cultivation, and he does not look like his spiritual power is blocked at all.

But now Lu Zhuoyang actually had a broken spirit nail inserted into his vest.

This is really puzzling.

The broken spirit nail, as the name suggests, is a nail that blocks the flow of spiritual power.

Made of thousand-year-old water agarwood, with runes engraved on it, it is very expensive.One piece costs a thousand taels of gold, but collecting five pieces does not add up the two, but doubles the price.

Only a low-key invisible local rich sect like the Yuling School can afford this money, and they are willing to spend this money.After all, the sect of cultivating the mind has a broad mind.If it were any other sect, Lu Zhuoyang would have destroyed himself long ago.

According to legend, the broken spirit nail can not only block the flow of spiritual power, but also restrain the demon nature. It was used to suppress big monsters in ancient times.But the cost is high, the income is small, and the investment is not directly proportional to the profit, so gradually no one uses it anymore and is forgotten by the world.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, this broken spirit nail would be used on Lu Zhuoyang's body.

He would travel here from the original world, probably because of the broken spirit nail pierced in his spine.

With this nail, the seven stars can return to their positions and the soul can be united, and at the cost of blocking the spiritual power, the demonic nature in the body can be suppressed.In the end, I don't know what went wrong, and the 21st century Lu Zhuoyang was pulled into this world by accident.

With the spirit-breaking nail in place, the soul of a living person will not leave the body; and if the spirit-breaking nail is pulled out, it is a death sentence.That is to say, unless Lu Zhuoyang dared to take a risk and try whether he could return to the original world after death—whether there is such a possibility remains to be verified—or he would have to stay in this body forever.

In other words, Lu Zhuoyang couldn't go back.

Mingxin Pavilion is hidden in the bamboo forest, Fang Tianyue rushes up to the second floor with Lu Zhuoyang on his back, the old man Mingxin is facing the east and meditating intently, his beard and hair twitching in the breeze, with an immortal air.

Fang Tianyue quickly stepped forward and knelt down on one side, saying: "Master, I don't know what happened, but I suddenly fell outside the Jinyue Pavilion..."

The old man Mingxin slowly opened his eyes, and said: "Put him down, let's take a look at it for the teacher."

Fang Tianyue did as he said, put Lu Zhuoyang down, and carefully supported his head to make him lie flat.

The old man Mingxin opened his cuffs, revealing his withered right hand. He rested his fingers on Lu Zhuoyang's pulse. After a long time, he stroked his long beard and sighed softly, "It's not easy."

Fang Tianyue's heart sank, and she raised her head to look at the old man: "How is the junior brother?"

"In recent days, Zhuo Yang's demonic nature has become more and more difficult to control. If not for this, he would not have reached the point where he would have to break the spiritual nail. Now the blood of the demon is hard to suppress. I am afraid that this situation will repeat every few days. One Spirit Breaking Nail is absolutely irresistible. The only solution now is to add two more."

"But Master, didn't you say that the more the spirit-breaking nails are, the more serious the interruption of spiritual power will be. If three spirit-breaking nails go down, half of the spiritual power of the younger brother will be destroyed!"

"As a teacher, why don't you know? Zhuo Yang, in order to achieve great success, practiced hard every day. As a teacher, he saw everything in his eyes. Now that his spiritual power has been destroyed, why not feel sorry for him? However, life and spiritual power can only be chosen. One, even if Zhuo Yang holds grudges in every possible way, these two spirit-breaking nails must be pierced." The old man Mingxin felt sorry for him, and sighed, "It's time, it's fate!"

After the old man Mingxin said these words, Fang Tianyue was inconvenient to say anything else. He lowered his eyebrows and remained silent for a while. He brushed away the broken hair on Lu Zhuoyang's forehead and stepped aside.

Lu Zhuoyang closed his eyes and fell asleep, but his mind was very clear, he listened to the conversation between the master and the apprentice, and thought: Isn't it just the three broken spirit nails?If you want to tie it, you can tie it. Anyway, there is already one, and it is not bad to tie a few more.Compared with the illusory spiritual power, of course life is more important.

For a modern person, having no spiritual power is not difficult to accept.

The old man Mingxin communicated with him for a while, and he didn't say anything else. He swiped his palm in the air, turned Lu Zhuoyang on his back, and patted the back of his head lightly, fixing him in place.

Lu Zhuoyang: "..." Here we go again.

Now he can very, very understand the original body's desire for spiritual power cultivation, really.

Just imagine a person who has no power to restrain a chicken, but whenever he meets someone who can spell, if he sees that you are not pleasing to the eye, he will give you a little bit, and he will always fix you. No one can stand it!

It's a pity that it was too late to repent at this time, the old man Mingxin sacrificed a spirit breaking nail, and at the same time spit out a long spell from his mouth.

With the exit of the first note, the Mingxin Pavilion was filled with strong winds, and the light gauze curtains danced wildly and rattled.Objects on the coffee table, tables, chairs, and cabinets jumped up one after another, falling to the ground one by one, and Tangtang was smashed to pieces.

The white candles erected beside the four eaves pillars ignited spontaneously without fire, and stood still in the strong wind, burning steadily.

The broken spirit nail was hanging on Lu Zhuoyang's vest, and the runes lit up one by one from top to bottom, like a small dark red snake, crawling along the nail's body.

The lower the rune went, the slower the rune lighted up. The old man Mingxin tried his best to activate the spell. Beads of sweat fell from the corner of his forehead, hit the ground, and were swept into the strong wind in an instant.

Old man Mingxin's condition was not good, Fang Tianyue could see it, but he didn't dare to disturb him, instead he concentrated his mind and carefully monitored the movement around him.

The dark red color on the broken spirit nail covered the nail body little by little. The fully intensified runes dripped down the nail tip like a thick liquid. The first drop of runes splashed half an inch outside Lu Zhuoyang's body. Instantly turned into shattered light and disappeared, and then the whole broken spirit nail seemed to be sucked towards Lu Zhuoyang by a huge force, turned into an incorporeal body, pierced through clothes, flesh and blood, and stuck straight into his vest. Divided into thousands of filaments, firmly adsorbed on the spine.

The broken spirit nail nails the "spirit", and there will be no half damage to the body, but the clear touch like the needle tip piercing the skin still scares Lu Zhuoyang with goosebumps and tense muscles.

After a quarter of an hour, the feeling of being oppressed disappeared, and a broken spirit nail was pierced into Lu Zhuoyang's body.

The old man Mingxin stared intently at the Duanling Nail into his body.After waiting for a while, the black air from the corner of the broken spirit nail was completely absorbed into Lu Zhuoyang's body, and the surrounding wind suddenly stopped. He took a deep breath, and forced to sacrifice the second spirit broken nail.

Before the broken spirit nail flew out of the Qiankun bag, the old man Mingxin suddenly felt a suffocation in his body, his blood surged up, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood, which stained Lu Zhuoyang's snow-white coat.

Half of the nail's body protruded from the spirit breaking nail, and then retracted into the Qiankun bag with a whoosh.

"Master!" Fang Tianyue was shocked, put away her guard and threw herself forward, forming a seal on her palm, and cast a breath-adjusting spell, "Are you alright?"

"It's just a few sips of old blood. It's not a problem. You can take care of it for a few days." The old man Mingxin pushed Fang Tianyue away, glanced at Lu Zhuoyang, shook his head and sighed, "Master cast a spell a few days ago and pierced the broken spirit nail. This time I pierced another one, and my cultivation base was severely depleted. There is really nothing I can do about the third one. Now that your second uncle has not recovered from his serious injury, and the master uncle is wandering outside again, he pierced the third spirit breaking nail for Zhuoyang For one thing, no one on Yuling Mountain can do it."

Fang Tianyue put away the technique, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and handed it to the old man Mingxin. Seeing that Lu Zhuoyang was still fixed, she slapped him on the back of the head again.

After the spell was removed from Lu Zhuoyang's body, he immediately collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, exhaled a foul breath, and refused to move any more.After a while, he finally felt comfortable, then turned his head to look at old man Mingxin, but he didn't want to see the old man covered in blood.

Lu Zhuoyang was taken aback.From the conversation between the two, I knew that the old man was injured, but it was not serious, so I was not particularly worried, but I still felt quite serious when I saw it in person.

He jumped up from the ground and asked, "It's so scary...you won't die, right?" If the old man put his life on the line because he wanted to save him, Lu Zhuoyang would rather not.

"Don't make a fuss like your senior brother." The old man Mingxin wiped off the residual blood on the corners of his lips and long beard, and said with a smile, "Zhuo Yang has always been calm and sensible, but now he changes his mind, but he looks completely different. That's fine, One day and one month is already boring enough, it's good for Zhuo Yang to be more noisy."

Lu Zhuoyang inherited the memory of his original body, and his affection for the two people in front of him doubled, and because of this, he felt a little more guilty.He rubbed his nose sheepishly.If the old man Mingxin knew that his apprentice had changed the liner, he might not be as optimistic as he is now.

On the one hand, Fang Tianyue was worried about his master, and on the other hand, he was worried about his junior brother. Seeing that both of them were alive and well, Fang Tianyue felt relieved.Some hesitated, but still asked the doubts in his heart: "Single number of broken spirit nails are effective, and now there are only two, so what should I do?"

The old man Mingxin didn't take it seriously, and said: "There is no one inside the mountain, there is no one outside the mountain, so Tianyue don't need to worry too much."

Fang Tianyue said: "What does Master mean?"

The old man Mingxin said: "As a teacher, I have an old friend whose realm is comparable to that of a teacher, and he has reached the stage of distraction. When he was young, he owed his teacher a favor. It is natural for him to do such a small favor. Will shirk."

An old friend of the old man Mingxin? It was not mentioned in "The Transformation of Immortals and Demons". Lu Zhuoyang asked curiously, "What is this person's name? Where is he now? How can I find him?"

"It's simple." The old man Mingxin coughed twice while laughing, and spit out a little blood residue, which he wiped casually like a child, "This person's name is Li Moming, and he is the current head of Zhuyunmen. The Fairy Conference will be held in five days. He is the host. A few days ago, he sent invitations to invite me to send disciples to participate. Unfortunately, the disciples in the sect don’t like to go out, and they don’t want to go down the mountain. I am worried that there is no one to send. Now it’s just right, hehehe, right Kill two birds with one stone."

"What, what?" Lu Zhuoyang was taken aback, "Fairy Conference?"

Could it be that the original person who met the hero Jiang Ling for the first time...

"Exactly." The old man Mingxin nodded and said, "Five days later, Ten Thousand Bone Peak, the Fairy Fairy Conference. Wait for the two of you to bring a letter written by your teacher and send it on my behalf."

☆, destiny

The news that the old man Mingxin told him was like a thunderbolt in the blue sky, which made Lu Zhuoyang stumble.

Fairy Conference!Myriad Bones Peak!

The place where the original body and the male protagonist Jiang Ling met and became friends with Jinlan, did they go there to find the male protagonist's master, and somehow send him to the door to seek death?

"There is no other way?"

The old man Mingxin looked up at him: "You don't want to go?"

Lu Zhuoyang nodded honestly.

"There is no other way." The old man Mingxin shook his head and sighed, "Although you have two broken spirit nails in your body now, only one is effective. If you don't replenish the number as soon as possible, today's pain will be repeated every few days. I will repeat it one more time. When the Spirit Breaking Nail can no longer suppress the demonic blood, I'm afraid my life will be in danger."

"...so serious?" Lu Zhuoyang was dubious.

"Master can still lie to you." Fang Tianyue said, "This trip to Wangufeng is imperative, so don't waste any more words. It's a long way to go, come back with me to pack your luggage and set off as soon as possible."

"But……"

"No, but, it's settled." Old man Mingxin waved his hands impatiently, "On the way, you must listen to your senior brother, don't mess around, go early and return early."

"..."

"Disciple will take good care of Junior Brother." Fang Tianyue vowed, got up and said goodbye.

Lu Zhuoyang sat on the spot and refused to get up, Fang Tianyue tugged at his sleeve.

"I won't leave, I won't leave!" Lu Zhuoyang yelled, and was dragged out mercilessly.

His mood at the moment can only be described as fucked up.

In the original novel, "Lu Zhuoyang" volunteered to participate in the Fairy Fairy Conference. He thought that he only had to decide on this matter. Who would have known that there would be a "Magic Blood Backlash"?

It's obviously not in the novel, why did he catch up with him?

It's good now, or I'd rather die than go down the mountain, and suffer from the pain of demonic backlash every few days, until the broken spirit nail can't hold down the demonic blood, and finally, die;

Either obediently go to Wangu Peak to participate in the Fairy Conference, follow the plot to meet the hero Jiang Ling, be framed by others, fall off a cliff, fall into a demon way, be hunted down by others, and finally die.

There is a word of death on the left and right... Lu Zhuoyang chose to die later.

"Junior brother is in a bad mood?" Fang Tianyue asked concerned, "What are you thinking?"

"I want to go down the mountain." Lu Zhuoyang responded, seeming to say to Fang Tianyue, but also to himself, "The biggest trouble in front of me is the lack of a broken spirit nail. It is more important to solve this matter first. Ship It will be straight at the end of the bridge, let’s talk about the future.”

"Junior brother, do you have other worries?" Fang Tianyue smiled. After thinking about it, she felt that it was very possible. "It is normal for junior brother to have some other thoughts at this age. There are all men in Yuling Mountain. I don’t have a chance to meet female cultivators from other sects. This Fairy Fairy Conference is also a good time, so I can learn a lot. Maybe I can get to know female cultivators who are sympathetic, and practice the method of dual cultivation..."

Lu Zhuoyang: "..." On the surface, Fang Tianyue is upright and dignified, but in front of the old man Mingxin, he is obedient and filial. He is thinking about something messy.

It would be inappropriate for children to continue the topic. Fang Tianyue knew that she was talking too much, so she changed the subject and said, "By the way, Junior Brother Xiaofei feels sorry for your weakness recently, so he specially made sweet and sour..."

Lu Zhuoyang sucked his nose vigorously, and the rich sweet and sour aroma lingered at the tip of his nose. He hurriedly said, "Sparse ribs!"

"It's sweet and sour lotus root." Fang Tianyue laughed loudly, "The living things on the mountain are so tricky that they can't be caught at all. If you want to eat meat, you should wait until you go down the mountain."

Lu Zhuoyang was a little disappointed: "Oh."

Fang Tianyue coughed twice and stopped laughing: "Let's go, since the first spirit-breaking nail entered your body, you have been in a coma, junior brother. The senior brothers are very concerned about you, asking how you are doing all day long. Now Now that you have woken up, you should have a good talk with them. The past is forgotten... It's not a big deal, senior brother will introduce you one by one, let's get to know each other again."

"No need." Lu Zhuoyang stopped him. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still hesitated to talk about the "recovery of memory", "I just had a headache just because of this. I remembered everything."

"really?"

"Seriously." Lu Zhuoyang nodded and said, "The mandarin duck pendant given by Miss Wanru three years ago, the dragon and phoenix brocade woven by Miss Xiao Xiao two years ago, and the sachet made by Miss Yueyue a year ago are all nice to put in your bedside table. I remember it clearly."

"...It seems that I really remember it." Fang Tianyue understood clearly, pretending to be serious, "Since I remember it, don't forget the promise to senior brother. Don't mention it in front of senior brothers, so as not to hurt senior brother. reputation."

Lu Zhuoyang nodded seriously: "You can rest assured."

The brothers and sisters walked and chatted, and when they arrived at the dining room, it was already full of people.

The junior brother Xiao Fei that Fang Tianyue was talking about was the little boy who delivered his meals at noon. He was about ten years old, with sky-high braids, great strength, and good cooking. He could be called a combat worker among child laborers.

Hearing Lu Zhuoyang's voice from afar, he poked his head out of the kitchen happily, waved a huge iron spoon, and shouted: "Senior Brother Zhuoyang!"

With his roar, everyone in the room raised their heads and looked towards the door.Lu Zhuoyang raised one foot to the threshold, neither advancing nor retreating.

There was a moment of silence in the dining room, and then it became noisy.

"Senior brother Zhuo Yang, you are awake!"

"Zhuo Yang, this sleep is really heavy."

……

"Wake up, thank you brothers for your concern." Lu Zhuoyang was a little embarrassed.

These brothers who were originally from the original body, now show great kindness to him without knowing the reason, which is really ashamed.Looking at Fang Tianyue as if asking for help, the latter smiled slightly and let everyone go: "I haven't seen you for a long time, so brothers and sisters should talk more."

Compared with the original body, Lu Zhuoyang, who has changed the liner, is completely different in every aspect. Lu Zhuoyang was afraid that he would not be used to talking too much, so he kept his head silent, and smiled when others said , or "Well, not bad, yes" in response twice, it looks somewhat similar to the original body.

After a meal, the skin was stiff, and the fragrant sweet and sour lotus root was eaten by everyone without taking a few bites.

On the way back to the room, there were only him and Fang Tianyue. Lu Zhuoyang didn't need to continue to put on a show, and relaxed, rubbing his cheeks while walking to relax.

When he reached the door, Fang Tianyue stopped him suddenly.

Lu Zhuoyang was a little puzzled: "What are you doing, brother?"

Fang Tianyue said: "You are not the original Zhuo Yang."

Lu Zhuoyang's heart skipped a beat, did he find out?

Fang Tianyue said again: "You are fine now, you don't need to hide it to cater to the brothers and sisters. Just be yourself."

Lu Zhuoyang: "..." Brother, can you not breathe too much when you speak?

The original body that grew up with Fang Tianyue was very different from the current Lu Zhuoyang. Fang Tianyue could say that, which was beyond Lu Zhuoyang's imagination. He was a little moved, and grinned and said, "Got it."

Fang Tianyue nodded, took a step aside, and let out the door.

Lu Zhuoyang walked in happily, turned around to close the door, Fang Tianyue followed and blocked the door again.

Lu Zhuoyang said: "...Brother, why don't you go back?"

Fang Tianyue said: "I still have something to ask you, go in first."

Lu Zhuoyang: "..." What can't be done on the road but in the room?

Fang Tianyue said: "Take off your clothes."

Lu Zhuoyang was shocked: "What are you doing!"

"Try the spirit." Fang Tianyue glanced at him helplessly, reached out his hand to his waist, took out the Qiankun bag, opened the bag, and poured a black oblate stone on the round table.

The name of this object is the Solid Spirit Stone, and it is exactly the one used by the old man Mingxin to draw Qi and adjust his breath for Lu Zhuoyang.

"Take off your shirt and sit down." Fang Tianyue fingered a spell, and the solid spirit stone flew up and fell into his palm, "Although the third spirit breaking nail will enter the body after the fairy meeting, But the direction of the spiritual power can be sensed in advance, senior brother will try the spirit for you, so I can find a usable magic weapon for you earlier."

It is still beneficial to have the memory of the original body. Fang Tianyue mentioned a sentence, and Lu Zhuoyang immediately understood what he meant, saving a lot of time.

The broken spirit nail was pierced in his body, and because he couldn't drive it, the original sword he used to used was no longer available.Based on Lu Zhuoyang's current and future situation, he might be able to use lighter magic weapons, such as daggers, flutes, and whips.

Therefore, it is necessary to "test the spirit", try the strength and direction of the spiritual power, and see if there is such a possibility.

Lu Zhuoyang hoped that there would be no good results. After all, as a foreigner, it was still unknown whether he could produce spiritual power.If they obviously have spiritual power but cannot use it, Fang Tianyue and old man Mingxin will definitely be disappointed.

Lu Zhuoyang took off his shirt with great effort, and sat down with his back to Tianyue awkwardly.

Fang Tianyue chanted the mantra, and threw the solid spirit stone upwards, and the stone fell on Lu Zhuoyang's back in an arc, turning into several black and bright arcs of different thickness, flowing slowly along the veins that still had spiritual power However, the last few arcs of light converged in one place again, turning back into small black oblate stones, which fell back into Fang Tianyue's palms, jumped twice, and stopped moving.

He shook his head and sighed as he put the stone back into the Qiankun bag.

The results don't seem to be very good.

Lu Zhuoyang chuckled for a while: "How is it?"

Fang Tianyue said: "It's not bad. The spiritual power is severely locked, but following a few strange pulses, you can still use a lot of spiritual power."

Lu Zhuoyang said: "...Then why are you sighing?"

Fang Tianyue said: "The strange veins that can walk are scattered, and magic tools such as daggers, flutes, and whips are all useless."

Lu Zhuoyang was overjoyed again, and said, "That means you have no spiritual power? Will you be the same as ordinary people in the future?"

Fang Tianyue sighed more and more: "There is still a magic weapon available. It's just..."

"Just what?"

Fang Tianyue said: "It's just that it's the only magic weapon that can be used. I've only heard of female cultivators using it. I've never heard of male cultivators using it."

Lu Zhuoyang tightened his chrysanthemum: "What magic weapon?"

Fang Tianyue said: "Embroidery needles."

Lu Zhuoyang said: "..."

The author has something to say: Embroidery needles are a great tool for mending at home and traveling.make a fist.

Also, let me know in advance that Gong Jun will probably appear in Chapter 7.

☆, downhill

The so-called "embroidery needle" is just a nickname for long needles in the cultivation world.This kind of ritual instrument is slender, light and easy to handle, and its shape is very similar to the embroidery needles used by women to embroider brocade, so it is named.

The head of Shuiyuemen, Ying Ruoqing, and the elder Wei Fenglan of Bailimen Duyan are all embroidery needles.

"Speaking of Ying Ruoqing of the Shuiyue Gate, everyone in the cultivation world knows about it. It is said that Ying Ruoqing went to the Wangu Peak in the early [-]th year of Huachu, and she was as beautiful as a fairy and descended to the earth. Don't think..."

There are less than thirty people in the Lingling faction, counting the sweeping master and the laundry lady.Brother Fang Tianyue's spiritual test for Lu Zhuoyang was considered a major event, and the news that Lu Zhuoyang was suitable for using embroidery needles spread all over the sect before he had spent the night.

Before dawn on the second day, Yi Xiaofei sneaked into Lu Zhuoyang's room under the pretext of delivering breakfast.

Lu Zhuoyang didn't sleep well all night because of the newly chosen magic weapon, and Yi Xiaofei came at the right time to ask about the magic weapon that "female cultivators are used to".

Yi Xiaofei has a very good relationship with Yuanshen, but he doesn't like to turn his head around. Although he feels that Lu Zhuoyang is a little different from before, he can't explain why, so he simply doesn't think about it.The two chatted like a guest of honor.

"Get to the point." While washing, Lu Zhuoyang listened to Yi Xiaofei's saliva flying all over the place. When he mentioned the section about being the head of the Shuiyue Sect, he interrupted impatiently, "Skip directly to the part about the magic weapon."

Yi Xiaofei pouted: "Why are you so boring! That's the number one beauty in the cultivation world!"

Lu Zhuoyang wiped his face, threw the water stains back into the copper basin, and said with a sneer, "Excuse me, beauty Guigeng?"

Yi Xiaofei was speechless, hesitatingly said: "I heard from senior brother Tianyue, and senior brother Tianyue also heard from the master, that Ying Ruoqing might have—"

"Sixty or seventy." Lu Zhuoyang said nonsense.

"Cultivation has no age, Ying Ruoqing is still out of body now, her appearance is permanent, and she is still a great beauty!" Yi Xiaofei was not convinced, and argued with his neck stuck, "Don't slander the fairy in my heart!"

Lu Zhuoyang was too lazy to argue with him, so he could only say: "My fault, you go on, you go on."

Yi Xiaofei was proud of himself, his braids trembled, and he continued to talk about the anecdote of this elderly beauty.

Lu Zhuoyang wiped his face dry and answered absently.

Yi Xiaofei opened the lid of the food box, spread the meal in his hands, and kept talking, from the head of Shuiyuemen to the elders of Bailimen, then to the popular magic weapon decoration, and finally returned to the embroidery needle that Lu Zhuoyang cared about: " ...Hey, our sect does not accept female cultivators, and there is no magic weapon like long needles in the collection. Brother Tianyue went down the mountain last night and said to find you a magic weapon, but he doesn't know when he will be back."

"Wait," Lu Zhuoyang said, "You said Senior Brother Tianyue went down the mountain?"

Yi Xiaofei spooned a large bowl of white porridge, pushed it in front of Lu Zhuoyang, and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Tianyue is afraid that you will be laughed at by other sects if you don't have magic weapons during the Fairy Fairy Conference, so you went down the mountain overnight."

Lu Zhuoyang: "..." He must be ridiculed because he has a magic weapon in his hand.

He dragged the pickle dish, and carefully imagined the scene of holding the embroidery needle in his hand, but the image of Qingxia's sister, Dongfang Bubai, appeared in his mind, and then replaced her face with his face—the picture was so beautiful that he dared not look at it.

Lu Zhuoyang took a mouthful of porridge with tears in his eyes, and said, "Your pickles are a bit bland."

"Patients can't eat too much salt." Yi Xiaofei peeled an egg for him, "Take it."

Lu Zhuoyang took it, took a bite, and asked, "When will Senior Brother come back?"

"Hurry up. Hurry up and eat, I'm in a hurry for the morning class, Master hates being late the most!"

Lu Zhuoyang sipped porridge and ate vegetables indiscriminately. As soon as the bowl bottomed out, Yi Xiaofei took it away, threw it into the food box, and ran away in a hurry.

"I haven't finished eating yet!" Lu Zhuoyang shouted.

"Eat too much without gaining weight, waste!" Yi Xiaofei yelled, stepped out of the room, and bumped into the person who came, he hurriedly supported the braid on the top of his head, stepped back two steps, hugged the food box and stood firmly, With a raised face, "Brother Tianyue, you are back."

Fang Tianyue flicked his little face: "Go to morning class, don't miss the hour."

"Hey." Yi Xiaofei swung the food box around and warned, "Senior Brother Tianyue must take good care of Senior Brother Zhuo Yang."

Fang Tianyue smiled and said, "Understood, ghost spirit."

Yi Xiaofei nodded, and strode out. After a few steps, he let go of the girl and started running. Fang Tianyue shook his head with a smile, turned to Lu Zhuoyang, and said to him, "Look, junior brother, guess what?" What shall I bring you back?"

Thank you Yi Xiaofei for the preview of the next episode. You don’t need to guess to know it’s a needle. Lu Zhuoyang lost interest and guessed randomly: “Belt?”

Fang Tianyue opened the wooden box and said, "I found the magic weapon for you, an embroidery needle." A golden light flashed, almost blinding Lu Zhuoyang's dog eyes.

Twelve long golden needles about one foot long, with a pointed head and a round tail, lay quietly in a rectangular wooden box.The flashing golden light is not the spiritual power flow of the magic weapon, but the reflection of real gold and silver.

"Golden needle?" Lu Zhuoyang's mouth twitched.

Fang Tianyue nodded and said: "That's right. Time is running out, and I can't find the magic weapon that I have cultivated for a while, so I can only use the other one to make it first. Coincidentally, there is a big family at the foot of the mountain who wants to send their little daughter to Shuiyue Gate. I ordered a pair of long needles for her, and I will use them first."

Lu Zhuoyang said: "Is he willing to give it too?" Didn't he snatch it?

Fang Tianyue smiled and said, "Why not?" He loosened the belt of the Qiankun bag, opened his mouth, and signaled Lu Zhuoyang to look inside.

Lu Zhuoyang only glanced in and then closed his eyes silently.This time his dog eyes were really blinded.How could he have forgotten, this is a local rich sect.

Fang Tianyue stuffed the gold needle box into Lu Zhuoyang's hand, and said, "Have you packed your things?"

"Okay." Lu Zhuoyang hugged the box, "It's all in the universe bag."

Fang Tianyue nodded: "It's not early, let's go now."

There is a strange formation on the way down the mountain, and you can't use magic weapons, you can only walk.The fog along the way is heavy, and the flowers, plants and trees are hidden in it, and it is hard to see clearly.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, the fog faded, and the field of vision was widened. Then I saw a carriage parked at the intersection of the mountain. Hi this way."

Fang Tianyue said: "Junior brother, get in the car."

What about Yujian Riding the Wind?Why is it different from what was written in the novel?

Lu Zhuoyang couldn't believe it, and asked in a low voice, "Shall we go in a carriage?"

Fang Tianyue coughed twice, and said in a low voice, "Brother's sword can't take two people."

Lu Zhuoyang: "..." After all, it was all his fault.

Apart from the resting town, there are endless farmlands along the way. At first, Lu Zhuoyang was in high spirits, lying on the window and watching, seeing everything was very fresh: "Senior brother, how long will it take to go to Ten Thousand Bones Peak?"

"Take a carriage, don't delay on the way, four days is enough, the time is just right, and you can catch up with the Fairy Conference."

"It will take so long?" Lu Zhuoyang said, "There are crops all the way, so boring."

"If you're bored, meditate with me." Fang Tianyue opened her eyes, "Meditate regularly every day and practice should not be neglected. The younger brother is very energetic. I think there is no serious problem, and he should resume his practice."

"I don't want to meditate." Lu Zhuoyang said.

"It's up to you." After Fang Tianyue said, she slowed down her breathing and settled down.

Lu Zhuoyang was extremely bored, he lay down and sat up, sat up and lay down again, there was a lot of movement, but Fang Tianyue remained motionless like an old monk, but the old man outside the car kindly reminded: "The immortal officials don't move around, move again!" The carriage is about to overturn."

"Oh." Lu Zhuoyang had no choice but to relax and sit cross-legged carefully.

It's not an option to be bored like this, so I might as well sit and have fun with Fang Tianyue.Lu Zhuoyang recalled the breath adjustment method in the original body's memory, recited the mantra silently, and breathed out luck in the same way.

The breath rose from the dantian, weak but warm, formed into a ball, and swam along the spirit veins that were still smooth.

Phew - it's quite comfortable.

He sat for three days, but when he opened his eyes again, he was on a big rock.

Surrounded by dense woods, lush greenery, a gravel path paved at the foot, the carriage and the old driver disappeared, Fang Tianyue sat cross-legged on another big rock across the path, sideways to him, drinking in small sips Shui turned his head when he heard the movement, and said with a smile, "Junior brother is awake."

Lu Zhuoyang only felt a good night's sleep, his whole body was comfortable, stretched himself, and asked, "Where is this?"

"The entrance of Wan Gufeng." Fang Tianyue pointed behind him, then threw the water bag to him, and replied, "You slept for three days. The old man sent us here and turned back."

Lu Zhuoyang caught the water bag and turned his head. There was a big stone tablet standing behind him, and he barely recognized the three ancient Chinese characters engraved on it—Wangufeng.

"So I fell asleep." Lu Zhuoyang raised his head and poured two mouthfuls, then wiped his mouth, and said guiltily, "I still want to be like you, just meditating and resting, maybe I can use spells... ...who knew it would fall asleep."

Fang Tianyue smiled, hooked his fingers, and took out the rectangular wooden box in Lu Zhuoyang's Qiankun bag, and then opened the lid with another hook, and said to Lu Zhuoyang: "Since it took a lot of effort to adjust the breath, why not try to see if it works?"

Lu Zhuoyang hesitated, and said, "How to try?"

Fang Tianyue said: "Focus on one of the gold needles and bring it to your eyes."

Lu Zhuoyang was a little uncertain, Fang Tianyue nodded encouragingly.Lu Zhuoyang swallowed, bit the bullet and turned his gaze to the golden needle in the box.

He stared at one of them with such force that his eyes were crossed, but the gold needle remained motionless.

He secretly thought: Is it not working?

There was a sharp shout in my ear: "Concentrate!"

Lu Zhuoyang's heart froze, he hurriedly put away distracting thoughts, and held his breath to concentrate.

Beads of sweat condensed on the corner of his forehead, he did not dare to be sloppy at all, staring closely at the box, he saw the golden needle move and stop in place, and then rolled again.

Lu Zhuoyang was overjoyed and exerted more force.But he didn't want the golden needle to shake quickly, suddenly pulled up, and rushed towards his eyes at an extremely fast speed!

"!!!"

Lu Zhuoyang has just learned how to move the golden needle, but he still doesn't know how to stop it.At the very moment, all the remaining eleven gold needles in the wooden box were raised and hit the first gold needle at a faster speed.

All the twelve gold needles collided in one place and fell to the ground clangingly, only half a step away from Lu Zhuoyang.

At this moment, beads of sweat finally fell from his forehead, Lu Zhuoyang's hands and feet were limp, and he collapsed on the ground.

He wiped his face softly, not forgetting to thank Fang Tianyue, and said: "Thank you brother for helping me, if it wasn't for brother helping me, today will be my memorial day next year."

Fang Tianyue remained silent, her gaze drifted into the distance, and she replied after a long while: "...Brother was distracted just now."

At this time, disciples from various sects went up the mountain one after another, Lu Zhuoyang followed Fang Tianyue's line of sight, and saw three or five beautiful female cultivators walking away gracefully, feeling a sense of despair in his heart, and said: "...So it wasn't the senior brother who made the move just now? "

Fang Tianyue had a headache and thought about it, and said: "Brother's fault. The last eleven golden needles are probably activated by the younger brother himself when he sensed the danger."

Lu Zhuoyang: "..." It sounds like a good thing, why can't you be happy at all?

Fang Tianyue took out a bag of pastries, shook them, and said flatteringly, "Osmanthus cake, do you want to eat?"

Lu Zhuoyang immediately put his sadness behind him: "Eat."

……

He learned how to manipulate lily needles by mistake, and he didn't die on the spot. Lu Zhuoyang had a big life and a big heart. After eating some dry food with Fang Tianyue, he was full of energy and alive again.

The two of them rested for a while and headed towards Wangu Peak.

Feeling fresh about the skills he just learned, he didn't feel tired on the way up the mountain. Lu Zhuoyang held a golden needle in front of him