After being driven away by Ji Sha Sword, Jing Yingrong looked left and right and found that he had nothing to do for the time being, so he found a stone not far away and sat down.
She took out a shiny crystal. The surface and interior of the crystal were covered with intricate and vivid lines like the veins of a plant.
She started playing with this piece of magic stone when she was at Huanmei's place in Hanyu City. Occasionally she would hold it in her hands and ponder it in her spare time. Today, it has undergone some wonderful changes.
Jing Yingrong separated a ray of consciousness and probed into the Falling God Stone. In an instant, he had a strange feeling, as if he had probed into a blank jade slip, or into a small independent space.
She thought for a while and took out the Jue fan that had been placed for a long time.
Last time Jue Yifan used crying as his first voice in her consciousness, but she cut off the connection between the two parties, put a ring in it and never took care of it again. Now appearing again, as soon as she let go of the sea of consciousness, a loud howl broke in:
"Wow——"
Jing Yingrong: "..."
Before she could cut off contact again, the five aborigines in Consciousness Sea were dissatisfied.
"Why are you crying!"
"Don't make trouble in the sea of mirror consciousness!"
"We are busy, please don't make any noise."
"If you make any more noise, I'll throw you out."
"Baby, be quiet."
The pressure of the Taoist weapon surged up, and Jue Yifan was silent for an instant.
Jing Yingrong then said: "I want to ask you to do me a favor."
Jue Yishan said timidly: "Wha, what?"
Jing Yingrong: "Put your spiritual consciousness into this."
"good……"
Jue fan quietly let the spiritual consciousness enter the falling stone.
At this time, Jing Yingrong's previous ray of spiritual consciousness was still inside the Falling God Stone. As soon as Jue Yifan's spiritual consciousness came in, as if a certain balance was broken, the entire Falling God Stone suddenly lit up with a dazzling light and burst out with violent energy. fluctuation.
Jing Yingrong immediately used her spiritual consciousness to wrap up Jue Yifan's spiritual consciousness and exit. The next moment, the Fallen God Stone exploded in her hand. The huge movement caused a series of urgent questions from other Taoist tools: "What's going on?"
Jing Yingrong looked at the crumbs in her palm, was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "It failed."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jue burst into tears:
"It's so scary wuwuwuwu——"
Jing Yingrong: "...I'm sorry."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Jue Yifan cried louder.
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know that you are so timid. Is it because you are too weak?"
"..."
The cry was cut off as if being strangled.
Jue Yifan sobbed twice, and then whispered aggrievedly: "I want a master, I want to become stronger."
Jing Yingrong: "I have not forgotten this matter."
She put the fan back into the ring, and then took out a new stone.
This piece is larger and clearer than the previous piece, and it is obviously of much better quality.
She resumed her experiments.
Several days passed.
Jing Yingrong was staring at a fine line that had just grown on the surface of the Luoshen Stone, when she suddenly heard the Extreme Flame Pearl in the Sea shouting:
"Mirror, mirror, we've got it here!"
She looked up and saw a pile of square blocks suspended between the Jiyan Pearl and the roots of the Jiqing Hairpin. The texture was loose and porous, and the colors ranged from reddish brown to brownish black and even greenish and yellowish.
Jing Yingrong stared at it for a while, her eyes changed from complicated and subtle to calm and calm, she nodded and said, "Well, thank you."
Immediately afterwards, the other side of the Jijie Pen said: "We are almost there."
After the purple-red powder was used up, the body of the cave worm had shrunk to a length of ten feet, and its whole body was deep purple and red. The mud-like material on the tentacles was peeled off, turning into five small blue bulges.
"Ahhhh, it's finally done and I'm so angry!"
The roar of Ji Sha Sword followed. Its body flew out of the urn, and the sword touched the cheek reflected in the mirror.
"It's none of my business to end up like this!"
The flesh on Jing Yingrong's cheek was pressed into a soft ball. Her eyes turned from the corpse of the hollow worm to the green mud-like thing in the urn. Her expression was so dull that it could be said that she had accepted it. This is completely different from the results recorded in "Shi Zhen Lu".
Ji Yupao waved his sleeves and swung away Ji Sha Sword, "Don't poke the mirror in the face."
"You come here to point fingers again, I have to teach you a lesson today!"
The sword and the robe started to fight immediately. Jing Yingrong didn't even look at it. He waved his hand and sent them directly out of Xingyou Island, leaving the void to shake, chaos, shattering, storm and withering.
Ji Yanzhu was eager to try, but Jing Yingrong said to it: "I want you to help me control the fire."
"Okay! Keep it on me!"
So it stayed together with the Jijie Bijiqing hairpin.
The preparation of the dishes comes to the final stage.
Mirror Yingrong's spiritual power was activated, and the green mud flew out from the urn and evenly spread on the surface of the hollow insect corpse. The pile of charcoal that was not worthy of the name was sparsely arranged around the body, covering the body like a loose net.
The strange fire "Snow Flowing Gold" swayed up, and the pure white flame instantly ignited all the charcoal clouds, as if holy flowers bloomed on the brown soil, and the golden light shone like stars falling on stamens.
This scene is extremely beautiful, but no one cares about admiring it. As for the reason——
The entire body of the cave worm was carbonizing rapidly. The outer layer of mud dried up and cracked in an instant. The deep purple exposed was like a flash in the pan, shriveled and turned black in an instant.
Ji Jie Bi hurriedly said: "The fire is too big!"
Ji Yanzhu hurriedly extinguished the fire and clarified for himself: "This is obviously the weakest level."
Ji Qinghan: "Could it be that Tan is too close?"
Jing Yingrong: "It is placed according to the distance written in the recipe."
Ji Qinghao: "That recipe is not very reliable. Do you want to adjust it?"
Jing Yingrong thought for a moment and nodded.
The Tongyun Tan was moved around, becoming more and more sparsely distributed, and then the flames started again.
This time, the change was obvious. The specific manifestation was that rapid carbonization turned into slow carbonization. The mud was burned into slag bit by bit and fell down. Little by little, Lan Yingying's small bulge turned yellow and then turned gray-black.
Jing Yingrong's consciousness swept away, and her expression became even more numb.
"It's still raw inside."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Ji Jie Bi came up with an idea: "Otherwise, we should do as before, wait until it is cooked and remove the burned part. Maybe the inside can still be eaten?"
Jing Yingrong: "...Yeah."
Tongyun Tan returned to its original position, and the Hollow Worm began a series of "transformations" under Jing Yingrong's eyes that were like stagnant water.
Ji Yanzhu: "Are there a few more steps to follow?"
Jijie Brush: "'When the skin turns red and translucent, increase the fire intensity and simmer slowly for three to four moments. When a strong aroma slowly emerges, take the ripe salt plum fruit powder and sprinkle it evenly and finely. Until the skin is crispy and juice overflows, and the head Moisten the tail with paste, reduce the heat to a low level, add two tablespoons of dill nectar and pour it over the top...well, it seems like I can't do it."
Jing Yingrong said nothing, and her eyes gradually lost their brightness.
When Ji Shajian and Ji Yupao had finished fighting and returned to the island, they saw Jing Yingrong holding a bottle in each hand and pouring a large amount of cooked powder and nectar onto a black thing in the sea of fire.
Ji Sha Jian: "What is she doing? What step is she in now?"
"Can't you see," Ji Jie Bi said faintly, "After breaking the jar and breaking the jar, we have reached the stage of free expression."
"..."
