Telling a joke, Shen Yuanqiong chuckled, intending to tell something that would appeal to both refined and popular tastes, but his mind went blank for no reason and he was speechless. Bi Xiazi waited for a while but didn't see him speaking. She sighed slightly, and Shen Yuanqiong said out of nowhere: "Well... there is a family where both the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law have died. The mother-in-law taught the daughter-in-law that as a widow, you must be virtuous and bite. Life was tight-lipped. Not long after, the daughter-in-law discovered that her mother-in-law was having an affair with someone, so she retorted with her words of instruction. The mother-in-law opened her mouth and said, "Look, you have to have teeth to bite!"
As soon as the words came out, Shen Yuanqiong felt relieved, but immediately regretted it. He glanced at Bixiazi and saw that she frowned slightly, neither smiling nor speaking. Shen Yuanqiong secretly blamed himself for being too vulgar. Although they were husband and wife in the previous life, they were not familiar enough to make such a joke. Will she be angry? Do you think he is frivolous, exaggerated and irredeemable? Shen Yuanqiong was uneasy and felt embarrassed.
Bixiazi was indeed a little disappointed. She was thinking silently, her expression was tired, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if she was sleeping but not asleep.
Shen Yuanqiong's mind was buzzing, and he wanted to find a hole in the ground to burrow down. Looking at Bixiazi's graceful appearance, he felt ashamed and at a loss what to do. He said sarcastically: "I...I'll go out first to see if Pixiu is there...don't Gone far away..." He rushed into the courtyard as if he was running away. The mountain stream was still gurgling by, and the small bronze cauldron was safe and sound. Pixiu lay aside, with his head drooped as if he was not sleeping. The wind blew the fragrance of flowers, making people feel drunk. He But I felt extremely lonely. A thought broke into my mind: "I don't belong in this place, and Bixiazi... doesn't belong to me either!"
who is he? He was just a businessman with a smell of copper, hanging out with the second generation of the playboy, talking to people and telling ghosts. In those situations, he was like a fish in water, and he was able to handle things with ease. But on Luohua Island, he didn't know how to face Bixiazi. . A different path to immortality? A little. Worrying about gains and losses? A little bit too. But these were all minor details. Under the gaze of those clear and calm eyes, Shen Yuanqiong felt that she had no way to escape or hide, and she could easily see through all the shady thoughts in her heart.
She just didn't say anything.
Shen Yuanqiong turned around silently and walked out in a daze. The trees and flowers covered the sky and the sun. The wind blew, and the fallen flowers were colorful, like a young girl.
Beautiful dream. He stepped on the thick petals and picked up the dead branches on the ground. Those dry and hard branches were once green and full, once full of vitality, once covered with green leaves and full of flowers, but now they have become a dead branch, buried in petals and soil, quietly waiting to rot. Will the fragile life of mortals be like this?
Luohua Island, this paradise on earth, lost its original aura and appeal. He began to miss the imperfect world, the streets and alleys of his hometown, the customs, and the familiar and familiar faces of his parents and brothers.
Flowers and trees covered the sky and the sun, and no matter which direction he walked, going round and round, he always returned to the courtyard in the end. He felt that his legs and feet were sore and weak, and he was hungry, but he did not want to disturb Bixiazi, so he could only pick some flowers and fruits to satisfy his hunger. I don’t know if it’s because of the “liquid of hundreds of flowers”, but he doesn’t crave fireworks and food. The flowers and fruits have a unique taste and melt in his mouth, and his hunger and thirst are swept away. , sleepless and still full of energy.
After Shen Yuanqiong left, Bixiazi fell into a deep sleep. She pressed her hands under her navel, her breathing was heavy, her mind was wandering, and she seemed to have abandoned her body. Suddenly a few days later, the yin energy turned from strong to weak, and the yang energy began to sprout. She slowly opened her eyes, a strange light flashed in her eyes, a little warmth burst out in her dantian, and her magic power was like a winding stream, rushing away. The meridians and acupoints everywhere merge into a long river that runs through each section.
In the starry courtyard, Pixiu suddenly stood up and walked to the cauldron in high spirits, assuming a posture of abiding by his duties. A moment later, Bixiazi came slowly, holding a few unknown medicinal materials in her hands. Her face was as calm as water. She glanced around and saw Shen Yuanqiong squatting beside the mountain stream, holding his chin in his hands, bored. His loss and decadence were palpable. It seemed that Nothing can inspire enthusiasm.
As if nothing had happened, she smiled and said: "Mr. Wang has been waiting for a long time. The time has come and it's time to start making elixirs. This is amber. The resin of pine and cypress is buried in the ground for a thousand years and turns into Poria. After another thousand years, Poria becomes Poria. It is amber, and the best quality is extremely rare. This is Coriander grass, which comes from the distant Fuhai Island. This is Quyi grass, which only grows in the peaceful and prosperous times. These are the bamboo fruits of Zhishan Mountain. Phoenix birds like to eat them. Now it is difficult to find them. Got it
..."
Shen Yuanqiong raised his head and looked at her. Under Bixiazi's pretending to be calm, he seemed to be trying hard to hide something. what is that
? What is it? He couldn't help but speculate in various ways, and his heart ached.
Bixiazi warned: "The elixir fire will hinder the soul. Please stay away, sir, and don't get close to avoid any loss."
Shen Yuanqiong followed the instructions and retreated to the window of the wing, leaning against the wall. Bixiazi nodded slightly, then withdrew her eyes and concentrated on the practice, and started refining the elixir without any distractions.
The flower bulbs had been burned out, and the flames could no longer sustain themselves. They were languid. Bixiazi recited the incantation, kneaded the magic formula with both hands, raised the lid of the cauldron, and poured a few elixirs from the envoys of the emperor and ministers into it. About half an hour later, there was a thunder, and the cauldron swayed in the air, with stone hearts and flower cores running rampantly in it, making "ding-dong" sounds from time to time, like a soul unwilling to give in. Bixiazi's forehead oozed with tiny beads of sweat. Her hair was curly and dry. She seemed to be unaware. She suddenly let out a light scold, her beautiful eyebrows stood up, and her hair was red. Fire flew out from the seven orifices, like a big snake wrapping around the cauldron. The furnace body flickered, turning left and right, and slowly fell back to its original place.
Shen Yuanqiong was stunned, his heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't help but press his mouth and nose, as if the thing would spurt out from his seven orifices. Suddenly there was a sadness in his heart, and he thought in a daze that they were no longer ordinary people. Bixiazi was a fairy, and he was a ghost. They were outside the world, just like plants and trees that had lost their roots in the soil.
Pixiu stared at a pair of copper bell-like eyes, growled filial piety, and stepped back step by step, as if he was afraid of the spell cast by Bixiazi. Shen Yuanqiong felt the same, and her life was in danger. Even such divine beasts shunned the Danhuo, which showed how powerful her magical power was. Turning his hands to make clouds and turning his hands to make rain, his destiny was controlled by Bixiazi's hands, just like a fallen leaf without roots, letting the wind and water play with it, unable to control himself. This is unacceptable to him! Shen Yuanqiong's mouth was filled with a bitter taste, and something touched his mind for a moment. Seeing that Bixiazi had no time to care about him, he lowered his head and sighed, and walked towards the jungle with dense flowers and trees.
As he walked further and further away, countless colorful petals fell behind him, burying his footprints. What is he doing? Where does he want to go? Shen Yuanqiong thought hard, but couldn't find the answer. Seventy-seven forty-nine days later, the golden elixir is refined. How should he face Bixiazi? Do you want to keep pretending? There were so many thoughts in my heart, and in the end there was only a sigh.
