What is furnace and tripod?
Jing Zetian's pupils trembled, in disbelief, and couldn't help asking: "You don't know?"
He Qingming shook his head and reviewed his memory in his mind. He had never heard such a word before. Is the furnace cauldron an elixir? Or an object? Refining people into elixirs for your own cultivation?
He seemed to have figured it out, and immediately put away the confusion on his face, and said confidently: "I don't need a furnace."
Jing Zetian was stunned for a moment. He actually heard a hint of innocence in the other party's tone. This person seems to be arrogant and pampered. Perhaps he has never been exposed to the darkness of the world. So does this person really just want to save himself?
He Qingming didn't quite understand his reaction, but when he saw that the other party seemed to be okay, he suddenly thought of business. Yes, saving this kid is one thing, but his task is also to make this kid fall in love with him!
In this regard, he has a strategy, very simple, that is his face!
He is fully self-aware of his appearance. He has been praised by many people since he was a child. Although he may be a bit narcissistic when he says this, he really feels that as long as he is a human being, he should like this face.
He then opened a distance, hoping that Jing Zetian could see his appearance clearly, blinking his eyes, and looking at the other person quietly. However, a moment later, Jing Zetian was still thinking about what was going on with him. Although he glanced at him from time to time, there was almost no reaction.
Why? Everyone will like it, but if this kid is not moved, isn't he a human being?
"...!"
He Qingming suddenly realized one thing. Could it be that this kid was born in a bad land and didn't have the ordinary people's view of beauty and ugliness? He paused, thinking that it would be easy to make the other person fall in love with him, but he didn't expect that he encountered a big problem at the beginning.
However, if his most assured appearance didn't work, how could he make this barbarian fall in love with him? As the first disciple of the Dao Sect, He Qingming always had others trying to please him, but he had never bothered to please others.
Hmm...how to do the task?
He Qingming is actually still a young man at heart. He is usually unsmiling, condescending, and always keeping a distance from others in the Taoist sect. This is because he wants to be a role model for young disciples and treat every Taoist sect disciple fairly. But he is naturally active and full of inner thoughts. Now he hides his identity and dresses in women's clothing. He is not afraid of being recognized. He doesn't have to put on the airs of being the leader at all, and his true nature is revealed naturally.
I saw that Jing Zetian seemed to have finally come to his senses, restrained some hostility, stared into those overly clear eyes, and thought: "You saved me." His tone seemed to be thanking him, and his tone was not so tit-for-tat. .
He Qingming was a little surprised and was about to speak.
But Jing Zetian continued: "But I'm not sure of your purpose, and I can't completely trust you."
"..."
He Qingming paused, tilted his head, and strands of silver hair fell from his ears, like moonlight. If this scene were seen by ordinary people, they would be stunned for a moment and stunned for a long time.
But Jing Zetian's expression was calm and he said calmly: "You said you are also a disciple of the Dao Sect, but I have never seen you. You are not among the disciples of the Dao Sect who have gone through this experience."
He Qingming nodded secretly, this boy is indeed Long Aotian, with good memory and judgment.
According to the storybook, it seems that because Jingze was born in a bad land, he fights with wild beasts and birds every day. If his memory is not good, how can he remember the weaknesses of countless wild beasts and birds? What's more, it's not just animals that are dangerous in the bad land. Even flowers, plants and trees are killing weapons, killing people invisible and extremely dangerous.
Surviving in the bad land requires a strong sense of survival and reaction ability. Even a great monk may not be able to escape intact when he enters it. However, this kid fell into the bad land at the age of three. With his extraordinary sense of survival, he managed to survive without any guidance. To this day, Tong has practiced cultivation and has never relied on any force or anyone.
The Taoist heart is tenacious and only respects oneself.
"..."
Thinking of this, He Qingming felt that the task was too difficult to complete. It was not easy to make this brat have a good impression of him. But it has come and gone, and of course he will not give up easily.
He was practicing in seclusion in Tianxuan Secret Realm, and the spiritual body he released was only at the level of foundation building, so it was not that convenient.
In addition, he is practicing with his spiritual body in the lower world. When the time comes to unite, he may be able to achieve a double breakthrough.
"So," Jing Zetian interrupted He Qingming's contemplation and continued: "You go your way, I'll go mine, let's just say goodbye."
He Qingming paused, then turned his eyes and saw Jing Zetian standing up, passing by him, and walking straight to the entrance of the cave. The young man has a slender figure, and his eyebrows are as sharp as swords. Although he is not completely elongated, his face is exactly as the story says. Even in the world of cultivation, where handsome men and beautiful women often appear, it is quite outstanding, and it is shocking at a glance. It was so dirty just now that I didn't notice it, but now I see it's really extraordinary.
His face was too pale, and it was obvious that his serious injuries had not fully healed, and the backlash of the evil body had not been completely contained.
Immortal bones are not that easy to refine.
Just as some thoughts flashed through He Qingming's mind, the man who was walking towards the entrance of the cave suddenly stopped, vomited blood, and was about to fall to the ground again.
As soon as he saw it, he immediately stepped forward to catch Jing Zetian. He circled the young man's waist with one hand and lowered his eyes and said, "Don't be brave. Your body is very weak and you will fall down at the first touch."
"you……"
The young man faced the ground, his eyes still filled with shock. This was the first time that he had repeatedly shown his weakness in front of others, but it was still the same person.
It had only been more than a month since he came out of the bad land. He had not come into contact with many monks, almost all of whom were evil people. He still didn't understand many things, such as why this man was obsessed with saving himself.
When he was dazed, He Qingming had already helped him up, allowing him to barely stand still on his own.
This girl-looking monk seemed to have no sense of distance or defensiveness at all, and he actually let a stranger from the Badlands get so close to him. If it were an ordinary monk, this distance would be enough for someone with malicious intentions to take his life. Jing Zetian was puzzled, but when he raised his eyes, he seemed to understand.
The silver-haired monk lowered his eyes, with no trace of fear in his eyes, but only curiosity, with a hint of scrutiny.
It's confidence. Jing Zetian realized that this person was not afraid of him because he was strong enough to deal with him and was not afraid of his threats at all.
"Of course I am a disciple of the Dao Sect and also your senior sister." He Qingming said matter-of-factly.
This calmness made Jing Zetian's heart slightly blocked. He felt that he was being underestimated, and by someone who was about the same age as himself. Although he had not left the bad land for a long time, he also knew that his strength was almost invincible among his peers, so the gang never dared to confront him head-on, and could only use the following tactics to surround and kill him. But this person seems to be about the same age as him, so he must not be much stronger than him.
The young man Aotian suddenly became angry and said: "Let me go."
He Qingming let go, and a trace of astonishment flashed in Jing Zetian's eyes. His feet were shaking and he was about to fall over.
[Tip: Please maintain your personality! 】
He Qingming ignored him, picked him up again, and said with a smile: "Look, you can't even stand firmly."
Jingze Tianhei's face was sullen, and veins were pulsing on his forehead. What on earth is this person going to do!
No matter what he thought, He Qingming raised his eyes and looked outside the cave.
This is the outer area of the lower-grade secret realm in the lower realm.
He has never been to the lower world. He only knows that compared with the upper world, the spiritual energy in the lower world is weak and cultivation is difficult. Ordinary monks in the upper realm can go from the first level of Qi training to the second level of Qi training in about one year, but it takes more than three years in the lower world. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is insufficient, and monks in the lower world even have to rely on external objects such as spiritual stones and elixirs to improve their cultivation. Break through the realm.
The monks in the lower realm all want to enter the upper realm to seek a better cultivation environment, but ascending to the upper realm is not an easy task. Special passages must be used, and the number of places each time is limited.
The Lower Realm Dao Sect holds a few quotas, but those are reserved for outstanding inner disciples.
He Qingming didn't know much about this. Although he was the first disciple and was equivalent to the senior brother of all the young disciples of the Dao Sect, the Dao Sect was huge and had many affairs, so he didn't know much about many things.
As for the current secret realm...
He Qingming glanced at Jing Zetian, who was trying to break free, and simply carried him on his back, emphasizing: "Don't move, the periphery of this secret realm will collapse soon, we have to leave here as soon as possible."
This was the first time that he carried someone on his back. He really took advantage of this kid, and when he thought that the person behind him was some kind of destiny's son, he would always stab him in the future, which was an indescribable feeling.
Jing Zetian was carried on someone's back for the first time in his life. His mood was indescribable, and his mind went blank for a moment.
He buried his head on the opponent's back and smelled the secret fragrance of the opponent's Taoist body. He didn't know how to describe this smell, he just thought it was very fragrant, and it even gave him an appetite for some reason.
Jing Zetian raised his eyes and his eyes fell on the snow-white back of his neck. In his eyes, the girl's silver hair fell naturally, undulating with the wind. The strands were scattered like moonlight, glowing with a cold metallic luster, and swept over his face like crane feathers. He was buried in the opponent's robe, so he could feel that this was no ordinary Taoist robe. There were countless defensive arrays arranged on it. It seemed not surprising, but in fact, it contained murderous intent.
Many thoughts ran through his mind, and he also thought... so soft.
This man's body is so soft, it seems like one hand can wrap around his waist.
This was the first time he was forced to be so close to someone, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
What was the reason for an inner disciple who was pampered in the Dao Sect to save him?
At this moment, He Qingming suddenly stopped.
They walked out of the cave and entered a dense forest with giant trees. The sky was dark, black clouds were pressing overhead, the wind was freezing, and the low roars of ferocious beasts could be heard all around.
One, two...more than ten, all of them are second-level ferocious beasts. No, there is also a third-level ferocious beast inside!
The first-order ferocious beasts correspond to human monks in the Qi training stage, the second-order ferocious beasts correspond to human monks at the foundation-building stage, and the third-order ferocious beasts are above the foundation-building stage.
Jing Zetian had a strong sense of crisis and quickly noticed the threats around him, but they came around even faster and had already surrounded them.
Damn it! He immediately wanted to activate the spiritual power in his body, or at least restore his movement ability, and said urgently: "Run quickly, we are surrounded."
However, the silver-haired monk remained motionless and seemed not to notice at all.
"There are ferocious beasts all around!"
Jingze naively couldn't stand this man's low sense of crisis.
But in the next moment, it was too late. A ferocious beast that looked like a wolf dog emerged from the grass, and more than a dozen of them rushed up to kill them at the same time. They bared their teeth and claws, and were full of murderous intent.
However, He Qingming didn't blink, he just raised two fingers towards the void, as if he was making a sword move.
Just for a moment, the sharp sword light that could not be caught by the naked eye suddenly passed by, and then the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground was heard.
He Qingming stood there peacefully, surrounded by corpses of ferocious beasts, and the smell of blood suddenly filled the air.
As if nothing happened, he turned to look at Jing Zetian, his eyebrows slightly raised, his crane-feather eyelashes cast a faint shadow, his silver pupils were as clear as ice and snow, his lips raised and he said, "How is it? Senior sister, are you amazing?"
"..."
Jing Zetian stared straight at it.
