Predecessors all over the world

Ghost world.

Ghost cultivation is different from human cultivation. It doesn’t care about experience. Most people like to enclose land and stay in peace. If there is an unlucky person who trespasses his territory, they will catch it and eat it.

Yu Sheng's cave was in a bamboo forest, with dark ghost bamboos everywhere. Shadows flashed over the bamboo joints, and they were all slaves who were captured by him to visit the house.

As soon as Xing Weihong's figure appeared, the slaves went to report to their master.

Qiao Gu was there too. Hearing that, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

"Leave it to me." Yu Sheng was attacked by a demon cultivator back then, and his life was hanging on the line. Fortunately, he was carefully taken care of by Qiao Gu. Now that he has been well, most of the rest can't be raised by raising them, so he can only swallow more weak ghosts.

Repair.

He whispered to comfort Qiao Gu and went to greet him alone.

Xing Weihong was startled: "Are you okay?"

"It's almost done." Yu Sheng looked at her with a complicated look, "You, why are you here?"

Xing Weihong turned her head and thought about it. She couldn't learn how to go around Song Zhiqiu and said bluntly: "Come here to see you and Qiao Gu."

Yu Sheng moved aside: "Come in and sit down."

Xing Weihong didn't move. She had been here many times and was always treated with the best hospitality, but at this moment, she felt that her legs were as heavy as a thousand pounds and she couldn't take a step.

"I'm not coming in." She made an excuse, "I'll leave in a while."

Yu Sheng responded, silent for a moment, and asked again: "You have been here before, why did you leave soon?"

Xing Weihong admitted: "Because you are not available."

Yu Sheng suddenly felt ache in his heart. She really saw it and knew it, but she refused to even ask. In her heart, is she really so insignificant?

"This is for you." She handed over the paint box, "Thank you."

Yu Sheng's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean?"

"You are not free, I won't come in the future." Xing Weihong said, her eyes a little hot, but her hat was pressed down and no one could see it. She took a breath and felt that she could not stay for a second.

Make up your mind: "Goodbye."

Yu Sheng was shocked: "Hong Gu..."

Xing Weihong didn't listen, and her figure suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Yu Sheng didn't expect that she would leave without any delay, and couldn't help but be stunned. After a long time, he endured the pain in his chest and opened the lacquer box tremblingly.

There is a bright red dress inside, with bright peach blossoms.

The custom of Hamatsu Mountain: When a woman gets married, she has to wear peach blossom clothes. This is a wedding dress. And Qiao Gu once told them that her former lover broke the promise and refused to go to the house. The biggest regret in her life is that she failed to wear embroidery with her own hands.

wedding dress.

Is this a gift she specially prepared for Qiao Gu? No, no.

On the wedding dress, there is also a silk fan, embroidered with a poem.

The peaches are not fragrant and the apricots are not red, and the silk fan covers the makeup and expresses the love.

Since then, the candlelight reflects the morning glow, and I am afraid that the rest of my life will be too short.

This is a poem that is not a fan.

Yu Sheng knew that in ordinary wedding shops, there were only the most common wedding dresses and round fans, but if you paid a high reward, the wedding girls would embed their lover's name into the fan and make a unique embroidery.

It is obvious that the wedding dress and the fan are prepared for the apricot not red. And the last sentence... Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng, has his name hidden.

Yu Sheng knew Xing Weihong, and with her simple personality, she probably did not have such a delicate little daughter-like appearance. This must have been given to her by someone else.

In other words, Yu Sheng, who gave it to her and him, held the lacquer box tightly, and blue veins burst out from the back of his hand, and his heart was like a knife twisted.

So that's the case? It turns out that if you wait a little longer, it will be another situation.

But he didn't.

He was discouraged and made another promise.

All previous efforts were wasted, and all of them became empty.

After leaving the ghost bamboo forest, Xing Weihong didn't know where to go. She seemed to have lost her soul, standing there blankly, wandering and helpless.

Next, where should I go? I want to meet the Ghost Emperor, but last time the Ghost Emperor summoned her, she didn't know where he was, and no one could ask about it.

In the ghost world, she only has these few friends, and no one is familiar with them except them.

In the past, Yu Sheng helped her find out the news and deal with social interactions that she was not good at. She just needed to hold a sword and fight happily when she met an enemy.

Now there is no more Yu Sheng.

At that time, it was just ordinary.

Xingweihong blinked, and a drop of water fell on the cloak's clothes, wetting the pattern on her head. She thought, I would cry, laugh, and be sad, not rotten wood, no longer rotten stone, or dead

The time is completely different.

Just wait for me.

But no.

She was too stupid and too slow to seize the opportunity and could only miss it.

If I had known this, it would have been better not to understand it forever.

If you don't understand, it won't hurt.

She raised the back of her hand and tried to wipe away the tears from her face, but she felt something was wrong as soon as she lifted her hand. She drew out the sword with her backhand and slashed it hard.

Three ghost cultivators appeared at the end of the road.

"Hong Gu, you are indeed here."

Xing Weihong slowly straightened her waist and pursed her lips. These people were waiting for her near Yu Sheng’s house. It seemed that they wanted to kill her. If she couldn’t kill them, maybe they would hurt Yu Sheng and Qiao Gu.

They must be killed.

She held the wooden sword tightly, and tears on her cheeks flew away with the surging sword energy, disappearing without a trace.

Mozhou.

The loli community animal Shen Xiliu was still thinking about how to hold her thighs. She tried to figure out the leader’s preferences, but did Zhenren Ye have other hobbies besides refining alchemy?

He did not eat fasting, and ignored the female cultivators coming and going. The medicinal materials he took out were all good things, nothing was needed, nothing was concerned about, and he had no idea how to start.

If in a peaceful era, if you don’t hold your thighs, then you won’t be a little prince. At worst, you will resign!

But here, Shen Xiliu dared not. If he couldn't hold his thighs, if the demon cultivator came over, a lower-level monk like her would definitely be the first to be given up.

She has died once and doesn't want to die again. What is the face? Is life important?

So, no matter how cold Ye Zhou is, she still relies on her young and cuteness, running around and acting cute and pleasing.

Hard work pays off.

Shen Xiliu finally discovered a little trick.

This is the thing. That day, she moved the dried medicinal herbs back to the alchemy room. As soon as she walked in, she heard a sound of talking from the windowsill.

She looked curiously and saw a talking bird - Sorry, the little monk in the countryside had seen a monster, and had never seen a shadow of spiritual intelligence.

The bird was very small, like a chicken cub, chirping on the windowsill: "Zhouzhou, Tangtang has finished eating, and Tangtang given by Yangyang has also finished eating."

"Neither I." Ye Zhoutie's face was selfless.

The little phoenix acted coquettishly: "I smelled the sweet smell, you must have it."

Ye Zhou: "Senior sister won't agree."

"Zhouzhou, I won't want you for nothing," it approached sneakily, lowered its head and pecked its feathers, carefully putting a piece of feather in front of him, "Swap it with you."

Ye Zhou's gaze fell on the colorful feathers and could not stop.

The little phoenix raised his chest: "I can also help you refine elixirs."

Phoenix Fire... There were more than ten pill recipes flashing through Ye Zhou's mind. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't speak.

The little phoenix raised its wings and pushed its feathers over, bargaining: "A box of Tangtang, please the best one."

Ye Zhou was silent for a quarter of his time, and took out the box and said, "Don't tell me about it."

"Yeah, the secret." The little Phoenix successfully traded, happily grabbed the box handle and flapped its wings.

Didn't fly.

But it has a way. Yin Miaomiao gave it a small storage prop and just put it in.

Perfect, without any trace.

The little phoenix boasted that it was seamless and went back with her head held high and her chest held high.

Ye Zhou took out the jade box, clamped the feathers with tweezers, and carefully sealed them into the box.

Chen Xiliu guessed that it should be a very rare monster, but he was not relieved and was curious. He was done with a moment of curiosity. There were too many monsters in the cultivation world, so there was nothing to make a fuss about.

Three days later, it was drizzling.

Chen Xiliu was thoughtful and thoughtfully. When he saw the rain, he rushed back to the alchemy room, took back the medicinal materials that were dried outside, and cleaned the alchemy room.

At this time, Zhenren Ye will come back after teaching everyone the lesson and begin to refine the magic pill that no one can master at this time.

Chen Xiliu knew that the most terrifying thing about fighting against the demon cultivators was not to die at their hands, but to be polluted by the demonic energy, losing his mind bit by bit, and becoming a slave to killing.

Her cultivation is still low, so Zhenren Ye must not be willing to teach her.

But now if you don’t steal the sect, you may not even be able to touch the pill recipe in the future. Chen Xiliu remembers it silently every day, and has already seen the early medicinal materials treatment almost.

Soon, Ye Zhou entered the door and looked at the materials that were classified. He nodded secretly, but his face was very indifferent. He sat in front of the treatment table and slowed down the pace to process the medicinal materials.

Chen Xiliu pretended to wipe the elixir furnace and secretly glanced at his movements.

Well, the hair of the Piaoshuang beast needs to be scraped off with the back of a knife, leaving thin skin, the material is not large, and the two fingers are wide, but this is too unscientific? Human hands are big and small, and there is no unit of length. ?

The roots of Ganoderma lucidum need to be squeezed out of juice, a total of three drops, etc. Are there a little more three drops today than yesterday? It only has the number of water drops, but there is no specific capacity?

Chen Xiliu complained wildly in her heart, but she actually forgot to cover it up.

Ye Zhou pretended not to see it, lowered his head and ordered: "Pick up the white crystal on the shelf."

"Oh." Chen Xiliu threw down the rag and walked towards the shelf by the wall.

The rain stopped, the clouds moved away, revealing a corner of the sunshine.

The light and shadow in the house change.

She glanced at something strange from the corner of her eyes, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the imperial concubine couch by the window, and someone sat there with his head on his back, looking at them with interest.

"Ah!" Chen Xiliu was so scared that she shivered. The jade bottle in her hand loosened and rolled down, hitting the ground, making a big sound.

Ye Zhou suddenly raised his head.

In the light waves of light and darkness, Yin Miaomiao leaned slanted on the couch, her hair was slightly loose and her jade hairpin was slanted, looking at him with a smile.

"Senior Sister." He slowly stood up, sweating in his palm.

"Where is the alchemy?" she asked with a smile.

He said, "Yes."

She seemed to be interested, picked up the rolling jade bottle, walked over and handed it to him: "What is this?"

"White crystal." If Ye Zhou had nothing to do, "it can absorb demonic energy and is often used as a magic pill or an antidote."

She nodded and picked up Bai Rushuangxue's fur again: "Where is this?"

"The soft skin on the abdomen of Piaoshuang Beast is cool in nature and astringent in taste. Cook it into soft glue over high heat, which is a good fusion agent." Ye Zhou continued to explain.

Chen Xiliu quietly took two steps back and put it on the wall. She felt that the atmosphere was strange and it was best not to stay. However, Ye Zhenren explained the recipe of the Magic Pill so carefully, and was really unwilling to miss it.

Since she is "senior sister", she should not be a bad person...will she do anything to her, right?

Ye Zhou didn't have the heart to pay attention to her at this moment, and he was fully focused on Yin Miaomiao, who was temporarily checking, and answered all her questions in a stern manner.

"So, are you refining the magic pill?" she asked meaningfully.

"Yes." Ye Zhou staggered her gaze.

What if she knew that he had cheated the phoenix's feathers?

He thought she was angry, but he was afraid that she would be angry.

The author has something to say: I forgot to say it before. My Weibo has a map of the fourteen continents, and it will save a lot of effort when compared.

Everyone says that this article has a big structure, but it's actually okay. Except for Xiaozhuo's mortal world, they are basically in the fourteen continents, and have never written any other 3,000 worlds. Unlike other cultivation articles, a big world is I wrote a lot in a big world. I wrote a little in each continent, and brought a lot of things to various forces, customs, customs and history, and other supporting roles have opened branches, so it looks quite large.

I can’t write other worlds, and the length is too long. I’m planning to just shape the fourteen continents well. Let’s talk about the others later...

Today's little phoenix is ​​also jumping on the verge of death.