Hong Xifei covered her bleeding mouth and looked at He Pingan with resentment.
"Well......"
He Pingan covered his face with his hands and actually forgot about this incident.
In the third round of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, the physical body has almost reached the level of indestructibility, and ordinary swords and magic weapons cannot break through the defense.
The cultivation level is not up to the first level, and when hit on the body, there is not even a red mark on the skin.
Although the fangs of Hong Xifei are sharp, they are only at the peak of the eighth grade, so the result can be imagined.
He Ping'an quickly fired a burst of wood spiritual power to help Hong Xifei recover from her injuries.
Hong Xifei's wound was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, except that two fangs were broken from it and could not grow back in a short time.
It made her originally pretty face look a little swollen.
Hong Xifei felt a little warmer when she saw He Ping'an busy treating herself.
"I'm so sorry..."
He Pingan felt a little sorry when he saw the two broken teeth on the ground.
Seeing his apologetic look, Hong Xifei laughed out loud.
Unless it is absolutely necessary, the demon race is not willing to become a human race spiritual beast.
Once you become a spiritual pet, you lose your freedom and cannot decide whether to live or die.
Many monks use spiritual beasts as mounts, and if they don't go their way, they will be whipped and kicked.
Especially snake demons and fox demons, once caught by human monks, most of them were refined into cauldrons.
Life is worse than death, until the last drop of essence and blood is sucked dry, and the soul is gone.
There is no chance of reincarnation.
He Ping'an could be nervous for himself, which at least showed that he was a person who could be trusted.
"Sir, if you are truly sorry, please give me some treasure."
Hong Xifei joked, not really expecting He Pingan to reward her with anything.
The life and death of spiritual beasts depend on a person's thoughts, so how dare they really demand rewards.
Unexpectedly, He Pingan touched his nose and thought for a moment. With a thought, a powerful spiritual consciousness penetrated Hong Xifei's sea of consciousness.
"The Secret of Dragon Transformation..."
Hong Xifei murmured to herself, the mysterious information coming from the sea of consciousness almost drowning her consciousness.
The Dragon Transformation Technique was He Ping'an's reward for taking an elixir made from the dragon's flesh and blood.
It can condense the bloodline of the Dragon Clan, continuously trace its origins, and cause the bloodline to return to ancient times.
When you practice to a high level, you can condense dragon scales and keel bones, strengthen your physical body, and finally condense the keel bones to become a generation of demon immortals.
From the ninth-level demon clan to the super-level demon immortal, there are all kinds of cultivation techniques.
This technique was of no use to He Ping'an and was left to collect dust in the sea of consciousness.
Until today, he felt that Hong Xifei had investigated enough, so he took it out and gave it to her.
The snake demon is originally a descendant of the dragon clan, and has a trace of dragon blood in its body. Although Hong Xifei is half-demon, she also contains dragon blood in her body, which is suitable for practicing dragon art.
"This Dragon Transformation Technique is an authentic dragon cultivation technique. As long as you practice diligently every day, you will definitely gain something..."
He Ping'an was afraid that she didn't know the importance of the Dragon Transformation Technique, so he introduced it to her.
But he saw Hong Xifei already kneeling on the ground, kneeling and saluting, her bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
"Thank you sir for the reward."
"There is no way to repay a great kindness."
As a half-demon, Hong Xifei knew that this technique was the best method for cultivating snake demons after just a moment of understanding.
Especially after practicing to the end, he can become a generation of demon immortal, which is something Hong Xifei never dared to think about before.
She has been in the Five Immortals Sect for ten years, and has achieved nothing except learning the art of attracting poison and completing various tasks for the Five Immortals Sect.
She also got the nickname "poisonous lady", which made people run away from her when she heard about her.
It saved me a lot of entanglements with lustful people.
I thought that in this life, I would only be able to cultivate to the seventh level of Poison Dao at most, and then that would be the end.
Who would have thought that after He Ping'an accepted him as a spiritual beast, he would treat him with courtesy and give him such a valuable skill.
The kneeling now is a sincere thank you to He Pingan.
From then on, there was no dissent.
"Get up."
He Pingan waved his hand and accepted it calmly.
"Then the slave family will resign first..."
Hong Xifei secretly wiped the glitter from the corner of her eyes, bowed and left.
He was afraid that He Pingan would see something strange on his face.
He Pingan nodded and left with her without revealing anything.
Until Hong Xifei left, looking at her graceful back, I felt lost.
No repayment, what’s the next sentence?
...
Three days later, He Pingan took the elixir, and in a trance, the picture in front of him changed.
Liangzhou, Hanning County, Mian County.
"Isn't it right to learn and practice it over time? Isn't it wonderful to have friends from far away? People don't know but are not surprised..."
The sound of children reading loudly echoed in the private school. A young scholar with a delicate face shuttled among more than a dozen children, sometimes pointing.
The scholar's name was Zhang Zhaojun, a native of Mian County. He came from a poor family and studied poetry and books since he was a child. At the age of thirteen, he passed the provincial examination and became a scholar.
Neighbors all praised him for his intelligence and talent.
Unexpectedly, in the next ten years, he failed in many examinations. At the age of twenty-three, he still failed to pass the provincial examination.
Another alien version of Shang Zhongyong...
Already in his twenties and still accomplishing nothing, Zhang Zhaojun couldn't bear the thought of his old mother working as a cowboy in a wealthy family in order to support him in the exams, so he asked the teachers at the academy to find a job for him as a private school teacher to supplement the family income.
This private school was originally run by the magistrate of Luo County in Mian County. Because the previous teacher resigned for some reason, he happened to have an old relationship with Zhang Zhaojun's teacher, so he agreed to give it a try.
Although Zhang Zhaojun failed to pass the provincial examination, he studied poetry and books for many years and showed his strength, and he was quickly recognized by the Luo County Magistrate.
Luo Lanxin, the daughter of the magistrate of Luo County, always loved reading. One day when she passed by a private school, she heard Zhang Zhaojun's lecture. Unknowingly, she became fascinated by the lecture.
Later, there was a vulgar plot in which the rich lady fell in love with the poor scholar.
He Pingan secretly complained, not knowing what he had done wrong, eating a lot of dog food early in the morning...
Two years later, Magistrate Luo heard about this and was very unhappy. He firmly disagreed with the marriage between the two, kicked Zhang Zhaojun out of the private school, and locked Luo Lan's heart in the backyard.
However, the two of them were deeply in love. Luo Lanxin begged hard, and Magistrate Luo relented: "If Zhang Zhaojun can pass the Jinshi examination, I will marry Lan Xin to him."
After Zhang Zhaojun heard this, he comforted Luo Lan and waited for him at home.
I studied hard day and night at home, just hoping to one day become a high school scholar.
Seeing this, He Ping'an thought it would be an inspirational episode for young people not to be bullied into poverty.
Unexpectedly, before the provincial examination next year, Zhang Zhaojun fell ill with tuberculosis due to studying hard day and night.
Different from the ancient times of Blue Star, in the Daxuan Dynasty, tuberculosis was not incurable, but if you wanted to cure it, you would need at least a fourth-level or higher-level monk of the third level to take action.
Zhang Zhaojun was powerless and his family was poor. How could he have the money to hire monks to help him?
Day by day, he gradually became terminally ill.
After Luo Lanxin heard about it, she threatened him with death, so she asked the Luo County Magistrate to mobilize his many connections and find a fourth-grade doctor from the Medical Immortal Valley to take action.
Unfortunately, by the time this fourth-grade doctor arrived in Mian County, Zhang Zhaojun had already died of serious illness.
Although the fourth-grade doctor has superb medical skills, he does not have the skills to bring the dead back to life. He can only ask Luo Lan to be considerate and considerate.
Roland was heartbroken and cried heartbreakingly, but he could not bring back his lover's life.
He locked himself in the backyard of the county government office, holding Zhang Zhaojun's relics and crying all day long.
Magistrate Luo originally thought that Luo Lan would be sad for half a year and then it would pass.
Who knew that Luo Lan's heart would be locked for two years...
