After a long time, Wang Fengyan lowered his eyebrows, raised his hand to light the incense burner in front of him, and picked up a small fan to brush away the white smoke.
The smoke was heavy and gradually gathered into a ball on the stove. Suddenly, a small hole was opened in the middle, and a steady and powerful male voice came out:
"The Changwu Wang Clan's clan-suppressing treasure, the Zhenggang Soul-Destroying Bowl, should now be in the hands of fellow Taoist."
However, after hearing this, Wang Fengyan showed sarcasm in his eyes, and said in a tone that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "If Zhao Chun dies, he will probably be washed clean by the murderer's blood for thousands of miles around. The younger generation will only get this treasure of the clan for self-interest." It’s just a guarantee. How come you are so far-sighted that you actually set your sights on what is in the hands of this junior?”
The voice was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, there was no hint of joy or anger: "Do you think you can survive from Hai Qing's hands with a heavenly magic weapon in your hand? I just feel that if this thing is left with Chang It is a pity that the Wuwang clan cannot make full use of everything."
"Then you don't have to worry about it."
Wang Fengyan snorted coldly, which made the other person chuckle, and asked in a lowered voice: "How sure is Taoist friend that he will kill Zhao Shun?"
"To be honest, it's less than 10%."
"Fellow Taoist, are you joking?" The voice suddenly rose a little higher, and the questioning meaning in the words could not be concealed.
Wang Fengyan glanced at it and hummed softly: "Hai Qing has always loved her disciples like treasures. Now that she is about to kill the sky, how can she tolerate others doing something to Zhao Xun? This junior's words are still true. It was the result of Zhao Chun's carelessness, but if she was aware of it, with all the life-saving methods Haiqing left for her, it would be strange if she died."
"In this case, wouldn't fellow Taoist have done something useless?"
"Everything is logical, regardless of whether it is useful or useless. There are too many ways to kill people, and I am not the only one who has this idea, so I don't have to be the one to do it." Wang Fengyan shook his head lightly. The small fan blows the hair on the temples, "Your Excellency, by whose hands do you think Zhan Tian died?"
The voice was completely silent, leaving Wang Fengyan with a smile and replied: "It's just self-destruction."
…
After passing through the Gate of Yin and Yang, the view is far less broad than before.
As everyone walked along, they felt that the surroundings were dim, candles flickered on and off, the corridor was so long and narrow that it seemed to have no end, and there were countless forks crisscrossing it, making people dizzy and difficult to distinguish the way forward.
"There are walls and no doors here. When can we get out?" Someone said impatiently.
Someone else sternly stopped him and scolded him: "Don't talk too much. I think Master Huaizun deliberately wanted to test our patience, so he set up such a level. Look at your hasty temper. Two or three Can’t wait for another hour?”
There are quite a few monks who think like this man. At this moment, they keep walking along the corridor. However, there are too many side roads in the corridor. If you don't pay attention, you will not remember where you are. It is really annoying.
After Zhao Chun entered this place, she also observed it and found that there was no figure of Wang Fangjing and others, so she knew that the other party had probably entered another door. Then she saw Wang Fuxun coming to her side, but it happened just as she expected. among.
"Fellow Daoist Fuxun's combined attack technique is indeed outstanding, but it was rarely seen before." Zhao Shun only glanced forward, then raised his foot and walked into the left branch without any hesitation.
When killing ghosts, Wang Fuxun once assisted her with the technique of combined attack. The two had never joined forces before, and they could not even be called familiar friends. However, Wang Fuxun could roughly figure out the power of her sword and follow her like a shadow. This is no longer a simple matter. Therefore, Zhao Shun's praise was not without sincerity.
"Day and night, day and night, after so many years of hard work, I can't live up to it by getting a word of praise from fellow Taoists." Wang Fuxun lowered his head and smiled, showing some shyness just right, "Ordinary people are not worthy of my joint attack. Skills, but the strength is far better than mine. For someone like Fellow Daoist Zhao, I can only serve as the icing on the cake. Only with my sister-in-law, can I become like one person through this method of following my heart and shadow."
The two of them kept walking, and they didn't know when they left the others behind them. In the deep and silent corridor, only two voices, one question and one answer, could be heard.
"Young Taoist Zhao doesn't look like someone who likes to grow flowers and grass."
"I only have a sword in my heart, and nothing else."
Wang Fuxun smiled lightly and thought to herself: "My roommate doesn't like flowers and plants, and I'm not very interested in them either. The moon orchid is delicate and won't grow well if it's too cold or too hot. The red-tailed goldenrod can only shine in the morning light at Mao hour, which is a moment longer." It can no longer be fed. When the moon is full, a stick of incense will bloom. After the flowers bloom, they will only live for one night and die at sunrise.
"Compared with people, flowers and plants are always fragile. They are in full bloom today, but will wither tomorrow. In order to prolong their flowering period and to make the best use of the things, flower growers have many methods at their disposal. They are all strange and twisted. Use your brain.
"Do you know, fellow Taoist, that there is another kind of flower in this world that is famous for its heart-wrenching flower?"
She stopped, her eyes filled with joy, like a child who couldn't wait to share her knowledge with others.
"The flower that touches the heart is a kind of elixir. It likes warmth and light, and has a light fragrance. It is picked and dried when it is in full bloom. It can be taken after grinding to remove cold and dampness in the body. Because it is not precious, it is also popular among ordinary people. It is very common for parents to take it as a sachet and give it to their children to wear, so it means they care about them.
"But it is not easy to make the flower bloom. This peanut is solitary in nature. If it is planted in a field, there will not be another flower within ten miles. Otherwise, the two will compete for nutrients and both will die. But The heart-wrenching flower itself has two buds, so flower growers have to take care of it and cut off the emerging buds in time to ensure that each bud grows alone until the flower blooms and can be harvested.
"If the new flower buds are not cut off in time, after one day and one night, the flower buds will no longer be able to bloom."
Zhao Shun didn't go any further. She stood silently, seeming to listen to this with great interest. At the end, she asked softly: "Isn't it a pity that there is no remedy?"
"Fellow Taoist is a god at predicting things," Wang Fuxun smiled, "Fifteen days later, before the two flower buds are about to turn from bloom to decline, cut off one of them, crush it and bury it in the flower mud. Resurrection from the dead makes the heart bloom layer by layer, and the efficacy of the medicine should be several times greater than before."
"What a pitiful flower." Zhao Shun sighed softly, but his heart was completely calm and unfeeling.
Wang Fuxun didn't want her to have any feelings. He just asked as if he had come back to his senses: "Talk about these trivial things with fellow Taoists, but you miss the important things at hand——"
"It doesn't matter," Zhao Shun shook his head, his eyes like a hanging sword, "I have already found a way out of here."
(End of chapter)
