Confidentiality does not always bring them closer. The consequence of that long conversation was that Shen Yuanqiong and Bi Xiazi each took a step back, trying to play the role in each other's minds and working hard to maintain their relationship. They raise their eyebrows together and respect each other like guests, just like a couple who are in love with each other, but their hearts are becoming increasingly distant, as if they are separated by an invisible wall.
Shen Yuanqiong felt helpless, even a little aggrieved. He was just Bixiazi's unfinished earthly fate and an old debt that had to be repaid. However, Bixiazi treated him well, so who had the right to blame her? He could sense that Bixiazi was at a loss and a little bit unspeakable. He knew that all this was not what she wanted in her heart. They were like actors appearing on stage, putting on masks, hiding their true selves, and performing without an audience. Applause play text. He felt very tired, and he believed that Bixiazi would not be relaxed either. The only thing that relieved him was that Bixiazi no longer mentioned heaven, nor did she persuade him to devote himself to practice.
Internal worries are not resolved, and external troubles arise again. As the days pass, Bixiazi's vitality has not recovered. This is expected. As the saying goes, "Sickness comes like a mountain falling, and illness goes away like a thread." Even if there are things left by Xuannv Pills are not achieved overnight. Liu Feiyan seemed to be frightened out of his wits, and never returned, never to appear again. However, Bixiazi always had a hidden worry in her heart. The "demon puppet" was sinister and weird, and it definitely did not come from her. There was another person behind Liu Feiyan. With the guidance of an expert, there is no guarantee when it will come back.
Bixiazi is born with wisdom and can predict fortunes and disasters. As soon as a thought arises and her heart is moved by it, she will know that a storm is coming, and the longer it is delayed, the more violent the disaster will be. The Nine Heavens Profound Girl had told her before she passed away that the husband and wife of the tenth life were the shackles imposed on her. Only by clearing the cause and effect and cutting off the earthly ties could she soar into the sky. However, cultivating immortals was going against nature, and all kinds of things would naturally arise in the dark. Demonic obstacles prevented her from attaining enlightenment, including inner demons and external demons. The inner demons can only be solved by oneself, and no one else can help. If there is an external demon causing trouble and there is no way to resolve it, you can go to the quiet room, open the secret compartment, and take a look at the bag of tips.
Bixiazi hesitated for a moment, then quickly made up her mind to go to the quiet room alone. The floor is paved with blue bricks, the walls are white, and there is nothing growing. There are only two futons, one on the left and one on the right, lying idle on the ground. After quietly examining it for a moment, Bixiazi sat cross-legged on the futon on the left, facing the door.
Pressing gently with his right hand, the magic power flickered, and the green brick turned into reality silently, revealing a shallow dark grid, inside which was a half-new and not old kit, which was the master's old possessions.
Bixiazi reached out and took out the brocade bag, opened it carefully, and poured out a long and narrow bamboo slip, half as wide as a finger and three inches long. It had been rubbed for many years and was as warm as jade. She put the brocade bag back into the secret compartment, covered it with green bricks, and turned the bamboo slips over and over for a moment. She was doubtful. Taoists mostly use jade slips to teach teachings. The key secrets must be passed down orally, so as not to reach the ears of outsiders. Bamboo slips are the first. See you later, I don’t know what secret is hidden.
There are only a few techniques used by the master to use jade slips. Bixiazi tried them one by one, and the bamboo slips did not move at all, without any clues. She was in a daze, frowning and thinking hard. Master was . He obviously didn’t want her to pry first out of curiosity, or to wait a moment. When faced with setbacks, resort to last resort.
It’s nerve-wracking, what should I do? Bixiazi pondered over it with great concentration. She had an excellent memory. Every word, deed, and action of her master came to mind after a brief recall. They remained fresh for a long time, as if they happened yesterday. She suddenly remembered an old incident. On New Year's Eve of that year, the master and the disciple drank three glasses of each other. , you can try one or two if you have the opportunity.
"Su Nu Sutra" is the fundamental sutra passed down from masters and disciples of the Xuannv lineage. There are thirteen chapters in total, of which only one-third of the last chapter remains. Bixiazi has pondered over it repeatedly and feels that it is incompatible with the first twelve chapters. , it seems to be a method of operating magic power, with a beginning and no end. Although she remembers it well, she has never practiced it, even if the master said she could try it. She has not yet fully understood the first twelve chapters of the "Su Nv Sutra", and is afraid that her practice of the Su Nv Sutra will go astray and the gain will outweigh the losses.
Master’s words should probably be today. Bixiazi was deep in thought, and the thirteenth fragment of the Sutra came to mind. Every word and every sentence was as familiar as pouring water from a bottle. Her vitality was severely damaged and her magic power was almost exhausted. Even if she practiced improperly, it would not cause catastrophe. She bit her lips, stretched her brows, and carefully pressed the remaining sutras to practice. It went unexpectedly smoothly. It only took a few seconds. In time, there will be a slight success.
The magic power is like a trickle
Flow, following some weird
The commandments penetrated the acupoints suddenly and slowly, running for a week, then suddenly lost control, and poured into the bamboo slips in a steady stream. Bixiazi's heart sank slightly, and just as she was about to be interrupted, the bamboo slips seemed to come alive, and they suddenly broke free from her fingers, and flew unsteadily into the air. Golden light burst out, shining on the white wall, and countless characters swam. It moved like a snake and condensed into a dense garbled text. Others could not understand it, but Bixiazi knew that it was a secret message left by the master.
She concentrated for a moment, then her face changed slightly. There was no owner of the divine sword on Luohua Island, and the power of the "killing array" could only bring out a drop in the bucket. If she was desperate, she might as well try to take advantage of it by trying to collect this treasure. How could she succeed in something that even Master couldn't do? But Xuan Nu said that she has great qualifications and good fortune, and the world doesn't think twice about her. It seems that she is quite optimistic about her.
If she is not destined to be the chosen one between gods and creatures, will it be counterproductive and bring disaster to herself? Bixiazi hesitated for a long time, and then suddenly felt relieved. The master clearly said, "When you have no choice, you might as well kill yourself as a living horse doctor." If you are dead horse and become a living horse doctor, why should you care about the backlash of the divine sword? But right now it’s just a bit of an ominous premonition, and it’s not really the end of the road. Is it necessary to take risks so early? I'm just afraid that if a disaster is imminent, I won't be able to take control of the divine sword...
Bixiazi closed her fingers and held the bamboo slip gently. The code words on the white wall gradually disappeared. She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then got up and left the quiet room to visit her husband in the wing. She saw Shen Yuanqiong standing in front of the window, staring intently. Bixiazi was a little curious, walked a few steps lightly, and followed his line of sight. She saw that something was not right with Mr. Pixiu in the courtyard, and he was sitting on pins and needles. He wanted to get up and roar several times, but his momentum was suppressed by something, and he was too timid to speak out.
Something clicked deep in her heart, and a crisis came suddenly like a flash flood. Bixiazi stretched out her hand to pull Lang Jun behind her, and whispered: "There is an enemy coming!" Before she finished speaking, Pixiu Jun He meowed like a kitten, his legs and feet trembled, and he stepped back step by step, stumbling as if he was stepping on a pile of cotton.
The strong wind swept across the ground, breaking the flowers and trees, and the "trapped array" seemed to have been plowed through the bottom of the pocket, disappearing. A gloomy-looking scholar appeared in the distance, with blood wrapped around his body, as fierce as fire.
