All kinds of mysteries brought by Qingtian have been lingering in Chuan's heart.
However, speculation is still speculation and cannot be verified, and it is useless to think too much.
Xiang Shu quickly put away his thoughts and waved his sleeves to place restrictions again to hide the existence of the blood fetus.
The physical body conceived by the witchcraft method will not have too weak spiritual roots, and the minimum is in the middle grade. She conceived it with her own nine hearts and watered it with the pure air of the earth. In addition to speeding up the gestation, she also had the intention to improve the new physical body as much as possible. .
Now that she can temper a perfect body, she naturally wants it and doesn't mind waiting a little longer.
Xiang Shu's life became peaceful again.
At midnight every day, she opened the door of her calligraphy workshop, and then started painting in front of the table. Occasionally, guests would come to her house to do some idle business. After recuperating for a while in the afternoon, he continued painting until nightfall, when he turned off the lights and fell asleep.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
This is a method she has discovered over the course of a year. The more it fits the mood of a mortal, the clearer her insights will become over time.
So, day after day, year after year.
Xiang Shu's heart became more and more peaceful, almost completely different from the ruthless appearance he had when he was struggling in the world of cultivation many years ago.
The years fell on her shoulders, lingering and getting stronger and stronger.
Under such special care, Xiang Shen no longer needs to deliberately change his face, and his face is aging with time, even faster than ordinary people.
Seeing something was wrong, Widow Wang took Xiang Shu to the medical clinic several times.
Doctor Lin couldn't diagnose anything, so he could only prescribe more medicine to Xiang Shen to replenish his body.
"Don't worry, ma'am, I'm fine." Xiang Shu comforted Widow Wang with a smile.
Widow Wang couldn't let go, and from then on she often brought some mountain game brought by Blacksmith Chen.
After a while, I felt a little relieved after seeing that Xiang Shu was really fine.
In the third year when Xiang Shen realized the years, Luo Hai drank up all the wine he left behind.
Wang Tuo went to Cuiweiju again and took a sip of the craft beer that he thought was good before, but found it tasteless.
Chuan Mei was immersed in realization, and she might not say a word or two to him for a month. It seems that there is no need to continue to stay outside...
Wang Tuo returned to the cat's nest and pulled out the secret bead with his paws. He was about to go in when his movement suddenly stopped in mid-air.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally ran out, found Fengfeng, and played with her all day.
The next day, he returned to the Demon King Valley Altar, opened a sarcophagus, and lay down with hundreds of his kin.
"When I wake up from my sleep, my cultivation level should be able to surpass that of Sister Shu..."
After muttering, Wang Tuo slowly closed his eyes.
The demon power given to him by the old demon king was extremely slow to absorb. Sleeping can speed up absorption.
However, he did not choose to sleep for a long time. Instead, he stayed with Xiang Shen for fourteen years.
Whether he was afraid that Xiang Shu would be lonely alone, or whether he was afraid of falling asleep, he couldn't tell.
It wasn't until the third day that Fengfeng discovered that Wang Tuo was missing from Xiang Shen's side.
"Aunt Shu, why is Uncle Wang missing?"
Xiang Shu stopped writing, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Feng gently, and said, "He fell asleep."
"sleep?"
Fengfeng glanced at the empty cat nest and said, "Aunt Shu, are you wrong? Uncle Wang is not in the nest."
Xiang Shu shook his head and said no more.
Fengfeng immediately thought of something, her eyes were covered with mist, and she asked with a choked voice: "Uncle Wang...where is he buried?"
Xiang Shu sighed softly, "If you ask clearly, it will only make you more sad. Why bother?"
Wang Tuo's deep sleep lasted for who knows how long. To Fengfeng, it was no different from death.
"No, I want to ask!"
Fengfeng bit her lower lip, trying not to shed tears, "Aunt Chu, can you tell me the place? I want to go...give it away."
Xiang Shu was silent for a moment, then stood up and led Feng Feng to a small mound in the backyard.
This is the king
Before Tuo fell asleep, he built a tomb for himself.
When Fengfeng saw the tombstone, she could no longer hold back the sadness in her heart and ran out crying.
This was the first life-or-death separation that Fengfeng experienced. After she returned home, she cried for three days. It was not until the fourth day that she continued to practice swordsmanship with her eyes swollen.
All the emotions were vented through practicing swordsmanship, which seemed to have caused a slight change in her swordsmanship.
No one noticed this slight change.
Time flies, time flies.
In the blink of an eye, another six years passed.
In the past six years, Xiang Shu's face has aged faster. Her eyes have become cloudy, her figure has become stooped, her hair has turned gray, and her face has even more wrinkles than Widow Wang.
The feeling of vicissitudes of time escaped from her whole body. Although Fengfeng had witnessed the entire aging process, every time she saw it, she still didn't want to believe that Aunt Shen, who was as beautiful as a flower back then, would become like this in just nineteen years.
Dr. Lin once diagnosed that Aunt Shu was suffering from premature aging and would die earlier than her father.
Every time she thought about this place, Fengfeng couldn't help but feel sad.
After spending nineteen years together day and night, she had long regarded Aunt Shu as a relative, how could she let go of her.
This day happened to be the ninth year of Xiang Shu's training of the clone.
It snowed heavily again in Dushui City, just like the first winter many years ago.
Xiang Yu came to the inner room on crutches and looked at the blood fetus suspended in mid-air. A sense of nature arose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.
A flash of light flashed in her cloudy eyes.
Just now, she sensed that the tempering of the blood fetus had finally reached a certain limit and could no longer be improved.
Is this the perfect body?
Nine hearts, nine years of tempering...
It happens to be the extreme of nine. All of this seems to have been determined for a long time.
Thinking of this, Xiang Shu finally stretched out a finger to break the afterbirth.
The next moment, blood suddenly appeared in the house!
A flawless body separated from itself and landed firmly on the ground. Then the young body grew rapidly, skipping past childhood in the blink of an eye and growing into the appearance of a young girl.
The body is alive, but the eyes are lifeless, just an empty shell.
Xiang Shen checked the clone to make sure there was nothing abnormal. Without saying a word, he made a hand gesture with his hands and touched the center of his eyebrows.
A tearing pain immediately emitted from his soul.
The severe pain at the soul level is extremely unbearable for any monk. It is very likely that he will faint due to the severe pain, which will lead to the failure of the secret method.
Xiang Shu's expression remained unchanged, and even the speed of separating his soul did not change at all.
How can this little pain compare to being riddled with resentment? With her will, she can bear it easily.
Not long after, most of the transparent soul that was faintly glowing with color was peeled off, leaving only a bit of the tail that was still connected. It seemed that it could be easily torn off with just a little more force.
Xiang Shu's eyes narrowed slightly.
From this connection, she sensed a fluctuation that could only be seen in the center of the earth.
The body of the earth god is indeed not so easy to separate.
Without any surprise, she decisively turned over her hand and took out a corner of the formation disk, which was "Deception"!
As soon as she thought about it, a corner of the "Deception" array disk immediately started to move, quickly condensing a strange aura that penetrated into the fluctuations in the center of the earth.
In an instant, a thought of deception spread.
This thought soon affected the fluctuations in the center of the earth, making him think that the split half of the soul did not belong to Xiang Shu.
Just hearing a soft "boom" sound, the connection between the center of the earth and the earth was finally disconnected.
The separated half of the soul quickly disappeared between the clone's brows and disappeared.
The clone girl's dull eyes immediately became bright. Then, a sense of connection was transmitted from the bottom of my heart to the deity.
"Xiang Shu."
"Xiang Shu."
The clone girl and the original one spoke simultaneously, one was sweet and the other was hoarse.
The feeling of sharing an idea is really amazing.
While Xiang Shen was sighing, he discovered that the clone had just been born.
The strength of the physical body is actually comparable to that of the Nascent Soul stage, which makes me speechless.
This perfect body was more powerful than she imagined.
The clone has no cultivation yet and cannot fly.
Xiang Shu directly controlled Fang Cunji and sent the clone to the entrance of the underworld, thousands of feet high in the sky.
The clone did not hesitate and stepped directly into the passage without any hindrance.
Although Xiang Shu had anticipated this scene as early as the moment she cut off the connection, when she actually did it, she couldn't help but smile.
After a while, the clone returned to Zifang.
The original figure who had been waiting for him immediately came forward and handed the blood ring to the clone, and then transferred the flying sword and "ancestral seal" mark to the clone.
After completing this step, Xiang Yu glanced at his empty palm, and there was no surprise.
Her true self and her clone have been understood, but secret techniques such as "ancestral seal" and "transformation" cannot be used, and she needs to practice it again.
"Transformation" is easy to explain, and the insights are all there. Re-cultivation of the clone to the second level is just a piece of cake.
"Ancestor Seal" is difficult.
The deity has lost its mark. If you want to cultivate it again, you have to cross the threshold of life again.
But as long as Dongzhou is still here, I, the Earth God, will remain an immortal existence. How can there be a life-and-death crisis? I'm afraid that even if I use the method of self-crossing in the "ancestral seal", it won't work.
However, dividing the soul is a temporary measure.
When the Pantheon is destroyed, she will completely give up her Earth God body and merge the clone with her original body. Naturally, there is no need for a second "ancestral seal".
"It's time to leave..."
Xiang Shu murmured, and the clone immediately stood up and temporarily merged into the original body.
There was a clang.
Throwing the crutches at hand to Yu, he turned and walked towards the front room. Chinese website
In a few steps, the wrinkles on her face quickly disappeared and she returned to her youthful appearance. There was a thumping sound inside her body, and the restrictions of the incense were released, quickly integrating into her limbs and bones.
The next moment, a pair of withered hair sprang up without any wind, turning into silvery white like ash and satin in the blink of an eye, while his pupils were as red as blood.
Xiang Shen glanced across a water mirror and looked at himself. He was quite surprised to see his own pupils as red as blood.
After taking over the Shinto, she was tainted by the incense. She should have turned into white hair and white eyes, but now she has blood eyes... which should be the manifestation of the essence of the devil fetus.
Without paying too much attention to the change in appearance, Xiang Shu walked out of the Zifang, turned back and took a deep look at the layout of the house, and finally closed the door gently.
The streets in the heavy snow are exceptionally quiet.
Turning her back to Xiang Shen, she looked at the adjacent blacksmith shop, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes, but soon, this trace of nostalgia was cut away by her, and she walked into the heavy snow without looking back.
The white hair is blurred in the drifting snow, gradually disappearing and disappearing.
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