Shen Yuanqiong stared at Bixiazi quietly, but stopped talking. She turned a blind eye and listened as if she didn't hear. Even if there was no Pai Yao to stop him, she would have no time to pay attention to him. Shen Yuanqiong had no choice but to turn his attention to Lord Pixiu. After hesitating for a moment, he put on a smile that was neither embarrassing nor embarrassing. When he saw it raising its head warily, he seized the opportunity and waved to signal it to come closer and have something to say.
Pixiu snorted coldly and blew out two streams of white air from his nostrils, lazily not wanting to pay attention to this mortal. Shen Yuanqiong blinked, lowered his voice and kept saying hello. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He seemed to have something important to do. Pai Yao waited for a moment, then shook his torso and walked forward slowly, condescendingly. He stared with disdain.
Shen Yuanqiong breathed a sigh of relief. For Bixiazi's sake, Lord Pixiu finally showed . He stretched out his hand, touched its head and neck, quickly retracted it, and lowered his voice: "I just saw it in the woods... I'm scared, you can't guess... the Nine Heavens Xuannv Empress!"
Pixiu rested his huge head on his front paws and showed no reaction. His eyes flashed with a playful light, as if he was watching an idiot act. "Jiutian Xuannv, your old master!" Shen Yuanqiong gestured back and forth, but Pixiu ignored her, opened his mouth and yawned, and his eyelids drooped.
Shen Yuanqiong racked his brains for a moment, and suddenly an idea came to him. He pulled out the turf with all his hands, picked up a sharp piece of gravel, and traced the appearance of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl on the dirt. He drew with his hands and dripped from his mouth. Gugu: "First draw a woman with an oval face, a tall figure, a high bun, a jade belt around her waist, and a white jade gui in her hand... she doesn't look like her, her eyes, nose, and mouth are too ugly, and her bun looks like The impermanent high hat, Bai Yugui is like a beggar's dog-beating stick...Forget it, just make do with it, I am not a painter..."
When he was done, Shen Yuanqiong threw away the gravel, clapped his hands, pointed at the simple portrait of Pixiu and said, "Here, it's her, the Nine Heavens Xuannv Empress, in the woods!" He pointed to the clearing in the forest and emphasized. Drawing the hair bun and Bai Yugui.
Pixiu's nostrils flared, and with a little more caution, he stretched out his right paw to erase the portrait on the ground, and shook his huge head to show that it was not the Nine Heavens Xuannv.
As a mount, he will never mistake his owner. If there is even a slight possibility, he will not destroy the portrait of Jiutian Xuannv, no matter how distorted or outrageous his painting is! Shen Yuanqiong's heart was as clear as a mirror, and he was most likely deceived!
"...Don't delay, come here to find me quickly, the opportunity is fleeting, don't miss the last chance!" Jiutian Xuannv's voice echoed in his ears, this time it was full of confusion, even for a layman like him They all noticed something strange. Sure enough, appearance comes from the heart. Once suspicion arises, all kinds of deception methods are like flowers in the moon mirror in the water, and they can no longer deceive the mind.
Shen Yuanqiong was in a daze for a while, then he finally figured out the connection in his heart, "...that fake Nine Heavens Xuannv Empress is most likely a monster, and she covets the gold made from the heart of a stone Dan was worried that she would not be a match for Pixiu, so she changed her appearance and set up a trap to trick me into handing over the golden elixir to her! Well, that must be the case!" He endured I couldn't help but swallowed, and was extremely shocked. I didn't expect that there would be monsters causing trouble on Luohua Island, a paradise on earth!
Just what to do next? Shen Yuanqiong looked at Pixiu and continued to ponder: "Bixiazi said that it is the mount of Jiutian Xuannv. It must have the ability to subjugate demons. As long as you stay by its side and don't take a step away, nothing will happen." Danger. After seventy-seven forty-nine days, when the golden elixir is refined, I will swallow it first and let the fake empress rejoice in vain! When Bixiazi wakes up, we will make a long-term plan and come up with an idea... Yes, that's it. manage!"
A smile appeared on Shen Yuanqiong's lips, feeling a little proud in his heart. I don't know since when, he has lost his respect for these legendary gods. Whether Bixiazi, Pixiu or the fake Nine Heavens Xuannv, they are no different from Zhang Chengyun and others. Even if Xuannv comes in person, It may not cause too much trouble. He didn't realize that since he set foot on Luohua Island, something had grown secretly and was changing his character little by little.
Bixiazi concentrated on controlling the elixir fire. She did not eat, drink or sleep, and did not even change her posture. Without her soft words, Shen Yuanqiong was a little uncomfortable. Although Pixiu is a mythical beast, it cannot speak, and does not hide its contempt and indifference.
Shen Yuanqiong ran into trouble several times and was unwilling to bow to this arrogant beast again. He could only think wildly and drown himself.
In the boredom of inexperience.
Bixiazi left behind an inexhaustible supply of wine and food, with flower petals in the food and good wine to soothe his sorrows. Shen Yuanqiong often became tipsy and fell asleep on the stone bed. Only in his sleep could he forget all his worries. When he was sober, he missed his hometown, his parents and brothers, the streets, the lakes and the mountains more and more. He went to restaurants with a group of friends, visited brothels, listened to music and singing, and looked for all kinds of fun. All the programs he was accustomed to appeared in front of his eyes, lingering in his mind and lingering, making him fall into homesickness and unable to extricate himself.
Shen Yuanqiong's mood became increasingly depressed. Luohua Island, Bixiazi, Jindan, Heaven, and Immortals, all of them have lost their color, lost their appeal, and become less important. When can he return to the familiar and warm city of and continue his old life? Can he still go back to the past?
Bixiazi took great pains to leave a piece of paper on the bedside, with four verses written at the beginning: "The river cart carries it up to Kunshan, and it does not move even the slightest bit to Yuguan. The wonderful thing is that the eight doors are tightly closed, and the yin and yang qi circulate by themselves." Behind it. There are many annotations written in small characters, teaching people how to "turn the river cart", which is the first step in cultivating immortality, refining and transforming Qi. The method of cultivating immortals is more boring than the collection of classics and history. Shen Yuanqiong only looked at it a few times and became dizzy. He was not willing to work hard to understand and practice it. There are countless pleasures in the world, why should we work hard to become immortals? He sighed, stuffed the song under his pillow, and ignored it.
There is no light in the magic circle, the golden crow falls in the west, the moon rabbit rises in the east, the days pass like this, the golden elixir gradually takes shape in the cauldron, Bixiazi can endure the loneliness, but Shen Yuanqiong feels boring, even if This golden elixir was refined for him. Immortality is certainly a good thing, but being trapped on a deserted island, where the sky and the earth are not responding to each other, is no different from being trapped in a cage.
When Bixiazi started refining the elixir, Master Pixiu stopped being lazy and stayed by the side, even Shen Yuanqiong was not allowed to come near. Occasionally, once or twice, it looked up into the depths of the flower tree warily, seeming to notice something. Shen Yuanqiong guessed that the fake empress couldn't hold back and came closer to spy. She was very careful, like a gust of wind blowing, like a petal falling, but she couldn't hide it from Pi Xiu's sense of smell. Every time it put on a vigilant posture, Shen Yuan Qiong knew it was her.
