Nuwa Palace, side hall.
The windowsill is filled with strange plants, and the colorful flowers exude fragrance. Even if you don't sleep for three days, just smelling it will make you feel refreshed and you won't feel tired anymore.
Baiyao, the Golden Boy and the Jade Girl, as well as the elderly Miao Zhu, sat around the fairy sandalwood table.
Looking at the golden boy who was writing an IOU with a pen and paper in hand, he slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, endured it, and said:
"After nine outings and thirteen returns, do you know that you are doing loan sharking?"
Jade Girl has been laughing since Baiyao said it. She poured tea and explained:
"What Da Zhu doesn't know is that except for the Wa Palace, all the palaces in the lower realm of the Empress make a living by lending money."
Miao Zhu pushed the refreshments in front of Baiyao and said:
"The daily consumption of Nuwa Palace is not a small amount. We, the little ones, share the worries of the Empress and maintain the image of Nuwa Palace in various places. The Empress naturally knows this."
Jade Girl stood up, brought the tea to Baiyao, and chuckled:
"Everyone is in urgent need, not just Chaoge, the three realms of heaven, earth and man are all over Nuwa Palace. Our spiritual stones are transmitted to each other through the magic circle. Not to mention the 20,000 needed for Da Zhu, it is 20 million or 200 million. We I can lend it to you."
The golden boy stopped writing, raised his head and smiled:
"The transmission fee is five thousand spirit stones."
He handed the IOU and the pen to Baiyao and said:
"I wish you all the best that once the signatures and paintings are completed, the spirit stone will be yours."
Baiyao took the IOU and looked at the content on it:
[Nowadays, the Yin Shang Dynasty Zhu Ziyao borrowed 20,000 spiritual stones from the Nuwa Palace in Chaoge. The loan period is three years...]
The golden boy put his hands together on the table and said:
"Da Zhu has good luck to protect you. Even if you don't return to Nuwa Palace, there is nothing you can do. We won't bother the empress with such a trivial matter. Everything is just because we trust Da Zhu."
Baiyao held the pen and stopped in mid-air.
The loan of 20,000 spiritual stones was the minimum amount that Nuwa Palace could borrow. It was 18,000, and in the end, 26,000 had to be repaid.
The golden boy paid one price because of his love for that poem, otherwise the profits would be rolled into the sky.
Three years later, he had to pay back 26,000.
"What if I'm stuck in a bitter battle in Beihai for more than three years?"
Baiyao asked.
The jade girl smiled warmly:
"Don't worry, I wish, we will send someone to collect the bill...unless you go to Zixiao Palace."
Baiyao nodded and signed his name neatly.
The worst case scenario is to ask Wen Zhong for help. His master is Jin Ling Sheng Sheng, one of the four direct disciples of Jie Jiao, so he will definitely not treat him badly.
Once he has wiped out all the demons and demons in the world, he will not be short of spiritual stones.
"You are so refreshing."
Miao Zhu collected the IOU, and a storage bag appeared in Golden Boy's hand.
"No cultivation required, I can open it by calling your name from the bottom of my heart. There are 30,000 spiritual stones inside, 18,000 are borrowed money, and the rest is a thank you gift from Yunu and I to you."
Baiyao took the storage bag and recited Ziyao's name from the bottom of his heart. The image of shining spirit stones almost blinded him.
He couldn't help but wonder:
"Thank you?"
The golden boy nodded:
"My Majesty likes the poem you wrote very much. It is our honor to be in the same poem as your Majesty."
Baiyao put away the storage bag.
"Do other temples require poetry?"
The three people in Nuwa Palace laughed and said nothing.
…
Returning to Liuyun Palace, Bai Yaoping retreated from others, sat cross-legged on the sealed bed at the bottom, held a spiritual stone in one hand, closed his eyes and began to practice.
The spiritual energy is in the palm of your hand, you don’t need to feel it at all.
Baiyao absorbed spiritual energy according to the method recorded in the scriptures.
I don’t know how long it took, but a cold touch came from the palm of my hand to my wrist.
The "Great Refining and Bending Heaven Sutra" slowly opened in his mind, and the long, true sound of the great avenue came out, as if it came from ancient times.
Baiyao's thoughts were stretched infinitely, and he was gradually immersed in the melody of Taoist sounds, and his body began to absorb the spiritual energy.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and the scene he saw was no longer Liuyundian.
He stood up from the vast earth, looked at the extremely high sky, looked at a small black dot in the sky, and said to himself:
"This is the interior scene described in the scriptures."
He clicked lightly, and his whole body floated up according to his own thoughts, and then fell to the ground like an autumn leaf.
The Great Refining Department and the Heaven-Building Department take effect together.
When the spiritual energy was circulating, it had already found the first flaw in his physical body.
To practice this technique, he has to mend the sky himself.
A faint mist of light appeared from nothingness, and together with a medicine refining furnace, stopped in front of Bai Yao's body.
[Absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refine it with heart fire, and obtain the great medicine to repair the sky]
Baiyao reaches out and grabs the pale white mist. This is the spiritual energy he has absorbed. He can touch it like a real thing in the interior scene.
He stuffed the spiritual energy into the alchemy furnace and put his hand on the furnace.
"Crack-"
A weak flame lit up the dark stove, and the spiritual energy "crackled" like dry wood burning.
The essence and spirit of Baiyao is consumed bit by bit with practice.
The spiritual energy began to sink, gradually turning into rare dust.
After the first ray of spiritual energy was refined, he grabbed the newly absorbed spiritual energy in the air and threw it in again.
The second ray...
The fifth ray...
The seventh ray...
Perhaps because he had used the National Games to train his mental strength, Baiyao had to refine ten strands of spiritual energy before he stopped, far exceeding the passing line of three strands in the scriptures.
The dust in the furnace attracted itself and formed a five-color stone.
He took out the pebbles and looked up at the black spots in the sky.
With a thought, he appeared high in the windy sky.
The small black spot has turned into a large hole with a diameter of at least three kilometers.
Put the stone on the edge of the hole and it will melt in.
"hiss……"
An indescribable feeling of comfort spread throughout his body. Baiyao took a deep breath and almost rolled his eyes out of his head.
But no matter how happy his body was, his spirit was extremely exhausted.
He had no choice but to exit the scene, lie down on the bed and fall asleep.
In the following time, Baiyao threw a hundred spiritual stones to Daji and spent every day practicing.
His physical body became stronger and stronger, he could cultivate more and more spiritual energy, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to practice.
It wasn't until the day before the expedition to Beihai that Kong Xuan found him.
The continuous drizzle enveloped Chaoge, and the green mountains in the distance looked hazy and mysterious.
In a pavilion in the ancestral temple garden, Kong Xuan said seriously to Baiyao:
"Da Zhu, I can't go to Beihai."
"Why?"
Baiyao said doubtfully.
It doesn't matter whether Kong Xuan goes or not. After all, this is a war for mortals. Practitioners can either command or run errands. At most, they can set up a maze that can't hurt mortals. They don't dare to last too long. The sick and wounded in the army may Will die from lack of rest.
For practitioners, there is a huge difference in the karmic debt committed by killing a mountain farmer and intervening in a war.
In the battle between mortals, thousands of lives are involved in the fight. If a practitioner who is incompatible with human morality kills a mortal on the battlefield, all the karma will be imposed on him.
Kong Xuan kept tapping his fingers on the table, concealing the urgency in his heart and said:
"I want to go back to my ancestral homeland."
"Nanming's immortal volcano..."
Baiyao whispered.
During the Longhan Catastrophe, the three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn caused endless slaughter and owed the great cause and effect of heaven and earth.
In the end, Zu Feng, also known as Yuan Feng, died, and the remaining Feng clan swore to heaven to suppress the immortal volcano forever, and thus managed to retain their bloodline.
"Go ahead."
Baiyao didn't ask too many questions.
"Thanks and best wishes."
As soon as Kong Xuan finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.
Baiyao smiled:
"It seems to be in a hurry."
After admiring the rain for a while, he looked to the north.
We're going on an expedition tomorrow.
According to deductions, this trip is very dangerous.
He spent 3,000 National Fortune Points to deduce the Northern Expedition plan three times. The results of all three times told him that there is no shortcut to accomplish the strategic goal of controlling the north, but:
Fight to the death.
Fight to the death.
Fight to the death.
"Is this Yuan Futong really so difficult to deal with?"
