According to legend, Zijinxiao is a sacred bamboo in the purple bamboo forest in the South China Sea. No one knows what it looks like.
Even in the portrait of Han Xiangzi among the Eight Immortals, the ink on this immortal weapon is only a simple bamboo knot.
This superficial outline alone cannot lead to the real Zijin Xiao.
Mu Zixiao began to beat the rhythm in his hands, thinking about the tune of "Tianhua Yin" in his mind. This is a piece of music composed by Han Xiangzi, and it has a deep connection. Sure enough, the formation slowly lit up, and the spiritual energy in her spiritual palace was instantly sucked away.
Muzixiao realized that he had overestimated his spiritual power and that it was still not enough.
Open the storage bag and stuff the magic pills into your mouth one after another for free.
The Spirit Gathering Pill was not enough, so the newly obtained spirit stones were used to make up the number to supply the spiritual power required for the formation.
Master Rongyin gave Muzixiao five thousand middle-grade spiritual stones, which was really a large amount of money. However, once the formation came out, plus Muzixiao's own spiritual power in the early stage of foundation building, plus two bottles of spirit gathering Dan, coupled with three thousand middle-grade spiritual stones, this formation stopped the absorption of spiritual power.
An ordinary purple bamboo Xiao appeared in front of the formation.
The unpretentious look even made Muzixiao wonder if this was the legendary Zijin Xiao.
Muzixiao lowered her head and counted the spiritual power used to summon Zizhuxiao. She had expended enough spiritual power that should only be found in the foundation-building Dzogchen realm.
She gently picked up the purple bamboo flute and stroked its lines. Now that Mu's body was slightly exposed, her spiritual power could no longer support her in playing. Fortunately, this purple bamboo flute was summoned by her, and it has the most profound connection with her. She can sense how much spiritual power it takes to play it, and how long this summoning can last.
Because the purple bamboo flute is the sacred bamboo of the South China Sea and has a close relationship with the wood spirit root, it can stay for seven days when summoned. Muzixiao solemnly put it into the storage bag, and wanted to go to the agricultural base to take a look today.
It just so happened that she had returned to her own body, which still had the earth spirit roots from the early stage of foundation building, so she could try the effect of the purple bamboo flute on Xianzhi soybeans.
Mu Zixiao was in a good mood after thinking about this. Using Mu Wei's body, he ran to Tianshu Hall, ready to tell the master the good news.
When she walked outside Tianshu Hall, she realized that she was blocked by the master's restraint. Her heart moved. Her original body was in the hall, and she went in after changing her soul.
Thinking about it, he exchanged bodies with Wei Ke again and returned to his own body.
Although there is no serious problem if the phaseless bone goes in, it is not a human body after all. Her living soul feels a little cold after staying here for a long time. When she returns to her body, a warm current pours into her whole body, and she feels refreshed. Every part of her body feels refreshed. The realm of spiritual roots is different, but the spiritual power is very abundant, and the ears and eyes are clearer.
Muzixiao looked around and found that the master was not in the hall, but there seemed to be human voices coming from the wing at the back of the hall.
No, senior brother Tang Yan has been prevaricated by the master. This is the memory Wei Ke gave her simultaneously. Who is the queen? Still need to open the ban?
Mu Zixiao walked slowly to the back of the palace, and the sound of the wing room was faintly heard.
"The upper realm has such a big plan that even I can plot it, Zi Xiao... you must protect..."
Mu Zixiao tied up his ears, but what he heard was only intermittently. He held his breath and approached quickly.
"Mortal women are fragile...I can't go down to the next world..."
"I...are getting weaker and weaker...the Emperor of Heaven used the calamity of love to get married to me...after hundreds of lifetimes..."
Muzixiao couldn't hear clearly and felt a little anxious. This clearly meant what she wanted to know most, what was the connection between the master and the upper world.
"who?"
"It's Zi Xiao."
Muzixiao breathed a sigh of relief and was discovered, "Master, it's me, can I go in?"
Master Shijun paused for a moment, and then said after a long time: "Come in."
Muzixiao pushed open the door and entered, bowed first, lowered his head and apologized, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was just curious. I just came over here."
"My master knows exactly what state you are in. I already knew it when you entered the palace."
Muzixiao had actually expected that the master would notice it, otherwise how could she, a small person with a small foundation, hear these big secrets.
Although I didn't listen completely.
He raised his head and found that Master was the only one in the room.
"Master?"
I saw Shi Junxi looking at the portrait in the wing. It was a portrait of a young man who was so heroic that people dared not look directly at him. He was sitting on a chair with a spear in his hand. His face was resolute, but his eyes were a little careless. The chair is magnificent and the painting is lifelike.
There are faint flowing golden lines in the portrait, and it is obvious at first glance that it is not a simple fairy weapon.
So, Master is talking to a painting?
Shi Junxi looked at her confused look and pointed to the title on the right side of the portrait, Emperor Yuanwu.
This, this is actually an emperor?
