Predecessors all over the world

The night before, Yin Miaomiao flipped through the booklets he bought when he left Ziwei City. There was a set of promotional gift packages, not only this year's Fengyun Club booklets, but also included several previous sessions.

She was originally planning to check the past booklets to see if she could find Meiji’s information. But when she turned around, she forgot, and remembered that she was looking for Song Zhiqiu’s content.

He successfully formed a pill a hundred years ago. He participated in the last storm meeting. From the content of the competition, there was nothing outstanding. But she looked through the gossip book before the competition and found that the young owner of the young manor was a real person who did not show his appearance.

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The so-called enlightenment of his mind is a kind of supernatural power. Translated into easy-to-understand words, it is telepathy, or mind reading.

Of course, if he could really read people's hearts, Song Zhiqiu might not live today. His "his heart" is not aimed at people, but at spiritual plants. He can feel the message conveyed by plants. The booklet says,

This ability was given by Xianchun. The people of the Song family protected Xianchun from generation to generation, and were its protector and its spokesperson.

It is hard to say how many such rumors are true or false, but Yin Miaomiao believes that Song Zhiqiu can recognize the "Secret Flower", and also said that he can know what changes have occurred in the Sacret Flower, which is mostly because of the truth.

When she was free, she decided to visit Jianmuyuan and ask about the "Xianxian Pill".

The maid took her to Jianmu Garden, and it was indeed not far from Liuyuan. After walking for a while, she arrived. There were two little girls with heads at the entrance of the garden fighting Baicao. Seeing that they were coming, she stood up in panic to greet her: "See you, see, see you."

Passed by the Immortal Master.”

"The fairy is here to visit the young owner of the manor." said the maid.

"Please, fairy."

Jianmuyuan is an independent three-entry courtyard. As soon as Yin Miaomiao entered the door, he saw a slender back casting under the snow-white twig rack.

She didn't care, but what happened next was much beyond expectations-

The person who casts the spell is a female cultivator in the foundation-building stage, and the spell is the most basic "rain-making technique". You can learn it in the Qi Refining stage. This spell is generally used to water flowers and plants. People who use this spell skillfully can use raindrops.

The control is dense and long, like the drizzling spring rain. If the person is not well used, the sudden rain will come suddenly. The raindrops as big as beans fall down, and it will be fast and urgent. The delicate spiritual plants will not be able to bear it.

There is nothing special about using the "Rain Build Technique" with the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and it is even a bit out of the table. However, the magic of this female cultivator is amazing: every drop of rain falls just right.

There are so many tummy flowers on the tummy stand, and each flower and every leaf, three drops of rain fell just right, just enough to clean up dust without accumulation and blocking the pores. The soil at the root is slightly moist and the moisture absorbed is not

More and less.

The three little birds and more than a dozen bees and butterflies that were perched among the flowers did not touch a drop of water.

Yin Miaomiao may not be able to do such precise control.

"Who is this?" she asked the maid.

The maid had a little ambiguousness on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows: "This is the Apricot Girl in the Young Manor's house."

In the house owner's house, a girl, that is,... a maid from the room? Yin Miaomiao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Song Zhiqiu, who was as quiet as Mu Tianguang, had a concubine. He thought he was as close to women as Mu Tianguang.

"I've seen Miss Xing." The maid gave a whisper and asked with a smile, "The guests of Chongxiao Sect come to visit the young owner. Can the young owner be there?"

The "Apricot Girl" is about ten years old, with a pretty face, white apricot and yellow skirt, black hair is braided, and a few jasmine flowers are worn, with a quiet fragrance.

Yin Miaomiao thought that she was not a "virtuous person" and should be a "Qiao Qingwen". Who knew that she answered "He" and turned around to water the flowers.

His cleverness and cleverness are not even as good as the maid who leads the way.

The maid seemed to know her stupidity, and with a faint disdain between her eyebrows, she took Yin Miaomiao straight into the hall.

Just sat down, Song Zhiqiu arrived, and he still looked polite: "Fellow Taoist is here to visit, I wonder what you can do to teach me?"

"I wonder how the young owner of the manor studied Mixinhua?" she asked.

Song Zhiqiu said: "I already have my eyes, but I still need to observe for a few more days."

"I'll ask the young owner of this matter." Yin Miaomiao changed his mind and asked, "I'm here today to ask for something. Has the young owner ever heard of the 'immortal transformation pill'?"

Song Zhiqiu said "yes" and said lightly: "I have heard of what happened in Zhongzhou a few days ago. The saying of "Changxian Pill" has been around for a long time. This thing was indeed a thousand years ago. It was a collection of several treasures in the world.

It is made of material, and only one piece can be taken to advance."

Yin Miaomiao raised his eyebrows: "This one is the only one?"

"Yes, the recipe for the Immortal Transformation Pill may be passed down, but the material is rare. I am afraid that it cannot be collected by one person. Even if there is one, it is a defiant move. How could it be possible to have so many Immortal Transformation Pills?

What?" Song Zhiqiu said lightly, "What is circulating in Zhongzhou is not the immortal elixir."

Yin Miaomiao thought something: "The young master of the manor means that the elixir is under the name of "Chuaxian Pill", but it is actually another elixir?" This is interesting, why does Meiji say that it is "Chua"

Xian Pill", where did her "Xianhua" come from?

"I heard the rumors and felt like a demon cultivator." Song Zhiqiu held the tea bowl and refused to drink it for a long time. "If you take it, you can improve your realm, but it will fall down later, and there will be demonic energy in your body. Isn't it?

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Yin Miaomiao's heart moved: "Yes."

Song Zhiqiu said: "There is a secret medicine circulating in the hands of the demon cultivator, called the 'Mad Blood Pill', which contains the two spirits and demons, and they can confront each other, so that they can expand the meridians, burst out the spiritual energy, and enhance their cultivation in a short period of time, but they will

Drop up."

In the flash of lightning, something passed through Yin Miaomiao's mind. She held her breath and recalled Qin Ziyu's words.

He said: "According to Meiji's words, the key lies in the bottle body, not the elixir. Even if the elixir is examined hundreds or eighty times, there will be no results."

The alchemy liquid was abundant and there was no problem, so Chu Tang took it. At the same time, the demonic energy hidden in the jade bottle entered his body, and the two energys rushed together, producing a wonderful effect, allowing him to break through the realm.

However, the demonic energy also remained in his body.

It is different if it is a demon cultivator. The demonic energy is domineering and the spiritual energy is gentle. The remaining spiritual energy in the demon cultivator's body can be assimilated by the demon cultivator, but the spiritual energy in the Dao cultivator's body is difficult to digest the demonic energy, and will instead be infected.

Yin Miaomiao secretly exhale: "Does the young master of the manor know where the Crazy Blood Pill comes from?"

Song Zhiqiu shook his head: "I only know that this secret medicine has been circulating for hundreds of years, and I seem to have never heard of it in the past."

Yin Miaomiao was already very satisfied and said sincerely: "Listen to your words is better than reading for ten years."

"Fellow Daoist, I'm just talking casually." Song Zhiqiu looked calm and did not take any credit.

Yin Miaomiao said a few more polite words, no longer disturbed, and stood up to say goodbye.

The first thing to do when I returned to Liuyuan was to write a letter to tell Ren Wuwei about what happened recently. Although Xianchun Villa had close contacts with the sect, Song Zhiqiu should not have any problems, but just in case, she still suggested

Ren Wuwei asked someone to verify the matter of the Crazy Blood Pill.

After writing the letter, she did not send it immediately, and was about to talk about it after leaving Xianchun Villa.

It is of great importance, don’t blame the villain first and then the gentleman.

After Song Zhiqiu sent Yin Miaomiao away, he returned to the study to study the mysterious flower. This kind of spiritual plants that adapted to the environment in another world was very rare. He was interested and kept making different attempts.

When I came to my senses, it was already the moon in the middle of the sky.

He put down what he had done for the time being and stood up and went back to his bedroom.

In the room, glass candlelights were lit very brightly, and the warm candlelight made the outlines, and everything became hazy and ambiguous.

The maids were busy making a ball, serving tea and pouring water, changing clothes for him, gathering water to prepare bathing clothes, and laying beds and quilts. Although the affairs were complicated, they were not messy, and the silk skirt was swaying, and the rings did not sound, just like

He has received extremely rigorous training.

Song Zhiqiu waved his hand and signaled them to retreat: "Go and call Ah Hong over."

The four maids looked at each other and were dissatisfied. In terms of beauty, they were the best in the villa. They were fat and thin, and each had their own advantages. The young owner of the manor didn't care about his appearance, as long as the stupid guy served him.

What's the point of being apricot is that it's stupid and dull, and can only water the flowers and water. If it's not for the good fortune, it's a pure Yin body. How can you have such a blessing? But no matter how angry they are, they can't change their physique and are unwilling to be indifferent.

Retreat willingly.

The hot air steeps and white smoke swells.

After a while, a gentle sound of footsteps came, and he walked around the screen and called him in a low voice: "Young owner."

Song Zhiqiu opened her eyes and saw Xing Weihong wearing goose yellow bedding and her hair spread on her shoulders. She asked, "Have you fall asleep?"

She put her fingers into the water and stirred up ripples: "Not yet."

Matsui Qiu grabbed her wrist and said lightly: "Down."

"No." She turned her face away, "**."

Song Zhiqiu didn't force her to let go and let go: "Then you go and wait."

Xing Weihong turned around and went out.

After taking a shower, Song Zhiqiu came out and saw her lying on the pillow, her cheeks were white and greasy, and her lips were moist. She couldn't help but lean over and touched her lips, and put her waist on her lower abdomen.

It wasn't the first day that the swallow had gone, and there was nothing to say, so I boarded the boat to Wushan.

**Shunting, Song Zhiqiu touched her sweaty hair and said lightly: "Go back."

Xing Weihong kept silent and buried her head in the quilt to pretend to be asleep. Song Zhiqiu refused to eat this set and lifted the quilt: "I'm very alone on weekdays, but now I'm smart? Go back."

"The legs are weak, the waist is sore, and I can't walk," she said.

Song Zhiqiu frowned slightly: "Go back to practice, don't let me say it for the third time."

Xing Weihong pursed her lips, climbed up from the bed silently, grabbed her dress and tied it, turned around and left: "I'm leaving."

It was invisible, and a sigh rang out of the room.

Xingweihong left Song Zhiqiu's house, and when nothing unexpected happened, he heard a whisper: "Look at her, she has been tyrannical invasion for so many years, but she has never stayed for a night."

"When a clumsy guy like her, the young owner is afraid he won't be able to sleep."

"Okay, let's say a few less words."

"What's wrong with saying? If I live to her, I'd better die if I'm going to die."

"It's a pity that you don't have the blessing of others."

Xing Weihong pretended not to hear it, went back to his house, put on his shirt, and did not light a candle and lift the lantern, and went straight out of the corner door of the yard.

The villa at night is a unique tranquility.

She has been here for more than a hundred years, remembering clearly which path and which fork road, walked through the sauna rack, passed through the wood fragrance shed, and walked all the way to the lake.

But I didn't expect that there was someone in the place I used to stay, so I scared her: "Oh!"

"Miss Xing'er?" Yin Miaomiao saw that the place was secluded and the view was wide, and the locust flowers were fragrant. She specially found a pot of wine to watch the moon, but she didn't expect that someone would touch her.

With the bright moonlight, she saw the red marks that had not faded on Xingwei's neck. She couldn't help but wonder, when she had just stopped, she didn't sleep on the same place and said some love words, what did she come here to do?

Xing Weihong said "Ah": "My name is Xing Weihong, not Xing'er, are you a guest of Chongxiao Sect?"

"Yes." Yin Miaomiao shook the wine pot, "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

She came over and smelled it: "It's not the wine in the villa."

"It was made by my junior sister." When I was free, Yin Miaomiao was patient, "Do you want a drink?"

She said, "Wait, I'll go and steal the wine of the young owner of the house."

Yin Miaomiao was immediately happy.

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