Predecessors all over the world

During the break in the medicinal bath, Yin Miaomiao's mind had many thoughts, and finally returned to peace. He suffered a lot on the road to cultivation. Without this, there were no one and that. In the final analysis, it was just a soldier who came to block the water and soil.

She calmed down and waved her hand to dissipate the hot water that had changed back to the transparent color. She gathered a bucket again, picked up the scoop of water beside her and scooped the hot water, and rinsed the smell of medicine attached to her body.

After washing it twice, the aphrodisiac smell of medicine on her skin was lingering. She got annoyed and threw it away casually and wrapped it in a cloth towel: "Have you bought me fragrant powder? There was a smell of medicine on her body."

"Buy it." Mu Tianguang stretched his eyebrows and handed over an exquisite mother-of-pearl wooden box.

Yin Miaomiao opened it and saw twelve boxes of fragrant powder neatly arranged inside, with beauty patterns painted on it, either elegant or charming: "Twelve Flower Gods?"

Mu Tianguang felt embarrassed when he remembered his experience at that time and said, "They said this is the most popular."

"Smart." She smelled it one by one, "It's all pretty good, let's take a look... The osmanthus is sweet, the lily fragrance, and the lotus is light. You might like jasmine?"

He nodded slightly and said, "Put the medicine first."

"The wound is on the back." She sat down on the bed, leaned on the pillow, waved to him, "Don't be there."

Seeing that she was still leisurely, Mu Tianguang's tense mood couldn't help but relax. He sat next to her and took a ointment for treatment of external injuries to apply it to her. Xiao Lihua's Fire Phoenix Whip was full of strength, with the physique of a Jindan monk

, but he could only barely stop the bleeding and could not heal himself, so he had to apply medicine.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Yin Miaomiao bent her lips: "Silly, but she is injured in her flesh."

Mu Tianguang also knew that the injury was on him, maybe he was too lazy to even apply medicine, but when she was injured, she felt that the pain must be unbearable, and the movements on her hands became lighter and lighter.

"Tianguang, what would you do if something really happened to me?" She held her cheek and turned to look at him.

"I will protect you as much as I can," he said, "Don't worry."

Yin Miaomiao said calmly: "That will make it difficult for your elders to do. After all, the god-transforming cultivator is the foundation of the sect."

The reason why the three major sects are three major sects is that only these three sects stand behind the gods. Once the gods behind them fall, they will fall from a top-notch position in an instant. Therefore, although the Supreme Elder of the three major sects

He does not participate in the development of the sect and only focuses on practicing, but has an impact on the sect that cannot be ignored.

It is true that the head of Guiyuan Sect and Zhaotian Zhenjun from Limen like her very much, but if the Daojun Changyang was tough, she would definitely be the one who would be abandoned.

"I know." Although Mu Tianguang is not a common person, he is not a naive person. Compared with the sect, let alone the guest Yin Miaomiao, even if he is his disciple, he will give up when he should. This is not ruthless Wu Wu

Righteousness is the courage and cruelty that you must be the head of the sect.

"Even if that's the case, do you want to protect me?" she asked.

He raised his head, and the candlelight reflected in his smoky gray eyes, and there was a shimmering light: "Yes."

"Why?"

Mu Tianguang said: "No, this is what I want to do."

Yin Miaomiao sat up and stroked his cheek with his hands. Her eyes met her face. She saw that his eyes were as quiet as water, without any struggle, pain, or confusion. It seemed that there was only one answer, and there was no need to think deeply, just do it.

It's right.

After a long time, she smiled slightly: "Silly."

He held her wrist and wanted her to put it down, but she refused. She held his face and looked at it again and again: "Strange, how did you, so slow, get the tricks?"

Mu Tianguang turned his face away and wanted to hide, and his eyes fell on the embroidery of the bedding: "It was just unconscious."

Her fingertips slowly slashed across his wrist, as if touching Ruoli: "I understand. It must be when the secret realm saw me... I said, how many did you see at that time?"

He doesn't say anything.

"Speak quickly." She urged.

After three urging and four requests, he had no choice but to answer: "There is a difference between men and women, I haven't seen it much, and I don't know you are..."

Yin Miaomiao believed this. Judging from the innocence of someone at that time, most of them thought that she was in a sleep because she was not dressed in a state of dishevelation, not doing anything else: "Do you know now?"

Knowing that if the trouble continues, it will probably be wasted one night, but Xiao Lihua's affairs have not been resolved. Mu Tianguang was unwilling to love and said seriously: "You rest, I'm going to practice."

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Yin Miaomiao knew that he needed to practice every day. It was a waste of time to go out with her today. He refused to be too lingering anymore, so he simply called and stopped, "You do yours,

I'll do mine."

He nodded, lifted the corner of his robe, sat down on the couch, and meditated and practiced with concentration.

Yin Miaomiao lit up the glass lamp in the room, sat at the table and tried the construction of the illusion carefully. Today, she went out and bought five materials: flying feathers, fish scales, pearls, tears, and wing powder, among which,

Pearls and fish scales are used as carriers.

She became familiar with the characteristics of the materials one by one, and finally decided to use pearls as the main carrier, and the fish scales were overlapped according to different scenes of the illusion, and the flying feathers created a touch, the tears were blended into the sound effect, and the wing powder was the color.

After confirming the general distribution, I also thought about the theme of the illusion. It is difficult for a newbie to try too complex content. A single tone is the best. The most well-known one is to take the eight sufferings of life, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are the same as human beings.

, it will be twice the result with half the effort.

Yin Miaomiao cannot avoid the world. Thinking of his sadness, he decided to be the main theme.

The spiritual consciousness condenses like a knife, leaving corresponding content on different materials: fish scales are memories, there are separation from life and death, which can make people "remember" the scenes of their most important people leaving one by one;

The bright butterfly wing pink is a colorful color difference. Those who leave will change from color to black and white, further arousing the person away like the darkness of the lamp extinguishing; among the tears, there are constructed sounds of whimpering, whimpering, like

Crying like a complaint; Feiyu is the last level. If the person who enters the illusion reaches out to touch the characters inside and intends to keep them, he will find that they will turn into dust and drift away with the wind without leaving any trace.

Different spiritual contents were left on the materials one by one, and finally they were glued to each other, overlapping and covering the surface of the pearl evenly and harmoniously.

A drop of flowing light merged into it, firmly connecting the scattered spiritual consciousness.

The pearls shine brightly, and a faint golden color appears.

It's done.

Yin Miaomiao opened his eyes, put the pearls floating in front of him into his palm and played with them, thinking about whom to ask for an experiment.

"Okay?" Mu Tianguang asked.

She smiled: "Do you want to try it? Don't cheat."

He nodded: "Happy to serve."

Yin Miaomiao crushed the pearl, and a drop of light instantly penetrated into Mu Tianguang's forehead. He closed his eyes, and his plain expression appeared a little surprised. After three breaths, he opened his eyes and said, "Not bad."

"Tell me carefully."

He thought about it and pointed out the disadvantages first: "It is impossible to trap the Golden Elixir Stage with weak spiritual consciousness."

"This is naturally. I must deal with it myself in the Golden Pill stage. I prepared these things to save some effort, so as not to take into account the small soldiers when they were in a melee." Yin Miaomiao would not be too big to think that a drop of pearls that could be used to deal with cultivators of the same level by integrating a drop of light.

, I just hope that if I encounter chaotic scenes, I can use these small illusions to solve low-level monks, saving time and energy.

At a critical moment, a little bit of spiritual power and spiritual consciousness are enough to turn the tables.

Seeing that she had a clear idea, Mu Tianguang looked slightly calmer and praised: "Your illusion is very exquisite, much better than others."

Yin Miaomiao explained: "Because I built it separately."

The construction of illusion is very similar to drawing. Because the creator lacks ability, the low-level magic weapon usually puts the five senses together, like drawing on white paper, which is completely flat, like a silent film. And she is more like using a drawing board.

Apply and layer by layer to produce a 3D effect, and can correct the parts and combine them at will, which greatly improves flexibility.

After hearing this, Mu Tianguang said pertinently: "It takes time and effort, and the material is also valuable."

"If I don't make money by making money, I have the heart to study illusions, and building illusions is impossible to avoid." Yin Miaomiao knew very well that this was a money-burning thing, but she could afford it. In order to build a more realistic and powerful illusion in the future,

Practicing is necessary.

He agreed: "Practicing more will definitely help your illusion." He paused and asked again, "Can you choose a name?"

"Just call it the magic bead." She said, "These are all bargains. If I find the right materials in the future, I will try to do my best. By then, it will be enough to deal with the Jindan monk."

"This is very true." Mu Tianguang thought, "The clam monster is just a seventh-level monster. The pearls contained are very ordinary. It is better to find some monsters who are good at illusion and take their inner elixirs, which may have a better effect.

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Yin Miaomiao said: "Yes, the carrier is the most important. Otherwise, it will easily collapse when it gathers in the end. The one I just now is not perfect. If it cracks a little, it will be fine. Other materials are not limited to anything, and they will be used whatever they are used."

The two discussed this topic for a long time, but before they could realize that they had thought about where to go to experience it in the future and what monsters to hunt and kill, which was a warm and joyful mood.

Perhaps, this is the benefit of Taoist couples. They can not only accompany each other, send loneliness alone, but also work together to support their practice.

Yin Miaomiao thought, his heart was slowly wrapped in soft love.

***

Song Zhiqiu finally returned to Xianchun Villa. Except for the attacks received in Liangzhou, the subsequent itinerary was safe and sound. The strange Nascent Soul monk did not launch a second attack.

Huang Shao and Zijiao were able to control weapons, although they were affected by the battle, but they also saved their lives. Three of the other guards were injured, and none of them died.

Only Xingweihong is dead.

Song Zhiqiu didn't expect that she was so lucky, but she was hung on the treetops and could not leave her down. If she could go to the ground, she could climb away even if she suffered some internal injuries.

But she died, and it was only after he decided to spend a quarter of an hour with her a hundred years.

He collected her body and took it back to Xianchun Villa. When it was time to be buried, he couldn't think of what to do to commend her. It turned out that he had been sleeping in the same bed for nearly a hundred years and he didn't know her at all.

Not only him, none of the maids in Jianmu Garden were saddened by her death. Even when he passed by the Rose Frame, he heard the maids fighting to move into her original room.

She was confused throughout her life, without a friend, and only the trees she often watered said: "I have not been watered well these days, but I used to be good."

That's all.

That's all.

Song Zhiqiu inevitably remembered the last moment of her life. Her face was calm, as if she had accepted her sudden death, but she was extremely sad, with too many thoughts, which made him feel a lot of pity for no reason.

But it's too late.

He couldn't bear to bury her bones under the mud and accompany her with rats and ants, so he built a small stone mound in the corner of the building wooden garden. It was only the size of an ordinary rockery, and the roof was not sealed, leaving some gaps, which could be called Sunlight

When the moonlight shines in, there is a crystal coffin inside, which is faintly transparent. In this way, it is not pitch black inside.

A lemon stand was planted outside, and the white flowers did not take long to climb the stone tomb, cleverly hiding it. From a distance, there were just a bustling white flower cluster, with butterflies fluttering and fragrant.

The peaches are not fragrant and the apricots are not red, but how can they wither in the north wind?

I can't bear to have my heart broken into the tomb of flowers.

Liangzhou, Soul-raising Wood Forest.

The wind blows on the treetops, the sound of leaves is like waves, and the soul is asleep quietly, not knowing that it has entered the second stage of life.

Sometimes, hardship does not mean the end, and perhaps a turning point may be.

The author has something to say: Xiao Lihua is the inducement to Miaomiao's cultivation, not a breakup. On the contrary, this will deepen their relationship.

But today I won’t mention the plot! In view of my birthday, I still try my best to update it on both sides, can I not listen to any suggestions or opinions today? I want to hear everyone praise me and encourage me! It may be a bit embarrassing for readers if they say something against their will (

I know myself), so I randomly sent some red envelopes...Ahem, anyway... Please praise me? [Poor Baba.jpg]

See you tomorrow ~