Heavenly practice

Chapter 78

Shen Zhuo stayed in the cloud and fog environment with peace of mind, and was not in a hurry to go out. Based on past experience, he would naturally go out when he wanted to. Although he didn't know what kind of new bug it was, he still liked it.

Most importantly, his "disease" is recovering.

In fact, he found out when he stepped into the cloudy sky and fog realm after losing control of his power for the first time. In this world, his illness is completely a common cold and fever, and there will be no signs of losing control of his power at all, because he has no power at all.

When he first stepped into the cloud, sky and fog environment, he was like a person whose five senses were blocked, but what he didn't expect was that this small world could actually contain his out-of-control power.

It seems that a certain demigod is indeed his nemesis.

When Shen Zhuo thought about this, he was lazily lying under the Liumeng tree, and the petals sprinkled him all over.

That day when Shen Zhuo was so angry, he went back to the hall and hugged his robe and ran down to the Liumeng tree. Chang Ming naturally ignored him, and he never came out after returning to the hall, making Shen Zhuo so angry.

But there is no day and night here, and there is no time change. He can't use water mirrors, and he doesn't know how long he has been there.

"Ah-"

There was a fire in his heart, but he was still sick, Shen Zhuo touched his forehead, it felt even hotter, and there was a sadness in his heart, he had never felt so weak.

When people are sick, they will be sentimental. This is still reasonable. When Shen Zhuo was burning under a tree, he felt very wronged in his heart. He didn't know what he felt wronged, but he was wronged.

After being wronged for a long time, he sighed, his mother was good to him, but he was still bent, and he didn't know how to explain to his mother after returning.

In the end, after thinking about it, he didn't know if he could go back, and he felt even more wronged.

In a daze, he saw a person standing in front of him, panting heavily, trying to see who it was but couldn't lift his head.

"……mom?"

"..."

"It's cold, turn up the air conditioner..."

"..."

He muttered for a long time but nothing happened, so he shouted for a while, and then he felt a slightly warm thing approaching him. He grabbed the heat source and hugged him, spitting out a sentence in his mouth, "It's really stingy, and you use a hot water bottle..."

"..."

The slightly hot thing was very tall, like a big pillow, the more Shen Zhuo hugged it, the more comfortable he felt, he buried his head in it, tightly entwined his limbs, and fell asleep with a satisfied face.

There seemed to be wind blowing by his ears, the corners of Shen Zhuo's mouth slowly curled up, and he said silently in his heart, Mom, your son has someone he likes, but it's a pity that he has a cold personality...

And far away in the Zhentian Gate of Qinyang Mountain in Zhongzhou, Long Xiang finally stood in front of the main hall of the Zhentian Gate. There were many small voices whispering around him, and countless curious and inquiring eyes looked at him.

"That Longxiang?"

"Which one is that?"

"The one with the Phoenix Spirit Jade..."

"Hey! Is that the one from Hengyang City that disappeared?"

"So it's called Long Xiang, Master Xiao really accepted him as a disciple?"

"Haha, there was a bloody fight outside, but the Huangling Jade still fell into the hands of our Zhentianmen!"

"This is a misfortune rather than a blessing."

"..."

Shang Yin glanced back, and everyone immediately fell silent.

"Go in." She eased her look at Long Xiang.

Long Xiang nodded, stepped into the big vermilion eagle, and the door behind him was slowly closed.

What came into view was a middle-aged man with a white jade crown on his head, about 30 years old, with a dignified appearance, awe-inspiring eyebrows, slightly closed eyes, and a black-striped white suit that made him even more majestic.

Standing next to him was an old man who looked old, his eyes were sunken in deep wrinkles, and he seemed to be dozing off.If it weren't for the black-patterned white robe on his body, others would only think he was an old man sweeping the floor.

It was quieter behind me.

However, Long Xiang's expression remained unchanged, and he stepped forward to salute, "Disciple Long Xiang, pay homage to the master."

"Exemption."

Yi Qianhui slowly raised his eyes, looked at the boy in front of him, "Are you injured?"

"It's just a small injury." Long Xiang replied.

Yi Qianhui suddenly smiled on his serious face, "You don't have to hide it from me, the younger brother has already told me everything."

His junior is Xiao Wuya, Long Xiang subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that.

"But during the Jinyang Mountain Rebellion, Huang Lingyu backfired?"

"Backlash?"

Long Xiang was taken aback, he didn't know that Huang Lingyu would eat back the human body.

"Junior brother didn't tell you?"

Yi Qianhui looked thoughtful and frowned, "The Phoenix Spirit Jade is originally owned by the Phoenix Clan. It is inherently domineering, and the fire of Nirvana contained in it cannot be touched by Jindan cultivators at will, let alone ordinary people? Junior brother is too nonsense gone."

Long Xiang's lips moved, "Master treats me very well."

"Really? That's good. Although my junior brother is a bit arrogant, he is still good to disciples."

Yi Qian smiled generously and waved to him, "Come here, I'll check it out for you."

"Yes." Long Xiang stepped forward.

Yi Qianhui stretched out his right hand, used his spirit energy to walk over him, then frowned, Long Xiang saw him like this and asked, "The master has something to say, but it's okay to say it."

"Your dantian is seriously damaged, I'm afraid you won't be able to cultivate immortality anymore."

"I know."

Long Xiang had learned about this matter from Su Tianxing before, and when he was about to say that there was a solution, he heard Yi Qianhui say something.

"The only way right now is to take out the Phoenix Lingyu, otherwise you will lose your life let alone cultivating immortals." Yi Qianhui looked at him worriedly and said.

Long Xiang's eyes moved slightly, "But I heard half-lived grass can be cured."

Yi Qianhui's smile faded a bit, "That's all rumors, half-lived grass is so rare, no one has ever seen it, let alone found it."

"Prince Da Xia said it." Long Xiang replied lightly.

The old man who seemed to be dozing off at the side suddenly raised his eyelids and glanced at Long Xiang.

Yi Qianhui's gaze deepened, and he smiled, "Oh? I wonder which prince from Daxia?"

"It's a good day."

"..."

Yi Qianhui smiled slightly, "Do you know His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Prince?"

Long Xiang was new to the world of cultivating immortals, so he didn't know what kind of status Su Tianxing was in Daxia, but it was really useful right now.

He looked at Yi Qianhui in front of him, "I was injured because of the chaos in Jinyang City to save him."

"So that's the case, your blessings are not shallow."

"Thanks to Master's grace of reinvention..."

Long Xiang paused, and said again, "Master said, I am his Xiao Wuya's disciple, a member of the Tianmen Sect, you must not say death easily, and you have his support in everything."

Yi Qianhui raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a half-smile, "In this case, I don't need to worry about you."

"The one who needs the care of the head is the master. Without the care of the head, how can the master be so free and easy?"

Yi Qianhui raised his eyebrows, looked at him more interestingly, "You think so?"

"Yes." Long Xiang lowered his eyes.

Yi Qianhui smiled, "Then do you believe me or Prince Daxia?"

Long Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and he stood there silently for a while.

After a long stalemate, Yi Qianhui suddenly laughed, "It's just a joke, let's go back first, I will investigate the matter of Hengyang City."

"Thank you head." Long Xiang bowed his head and turned back.

Yi Qianhui's smile faded behind him, his eyes suddenly turned cold, his palms were clenched tightly, and he flew towards Long Xiang's back.

The killing intent hit Longxiang's back like a gust of wind, and all the hairs on his body stood up. Just as he was about to fight to the death, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind——

"Continue to go."

"..."

Long Xiang's scalp went numb, and he resisted the instinct of his body not to turn around, and walked forward, but the monstrous killing intent behind him did not follow.

"Xuanyu is behind you." Said the voice in his head.

Long Xiang's frantically beating heart finally stopped, and he walked towards the vermilion gate with calm steps.

And behind him is Xuanyu dressed in blue, with indifferent eyes, holding the right hand of Yi Qianhui who was still high above just now with only one hand raised, but his eyes fell on the old man beside him.

She raised the corners of her mouth, and the old man's eyes widened in horror, but he couldn't say a word.

Yi Qianhui's throat also seemed to be sealed, he could only stare in fear at the enchanting woman in front of him like a demon god, his soul was trembling with fear.

Xuanyu suppressed her smile, the vermilion door behind her was slowly pushed open by Long Xiang, throwing it from behind her, she casually threw away Yi Qianhui's wrist, and disappeared as soon as she turned around.

The door of the palace opened wide, and Shang Yin's figure appeared in front of his eyes, with a worried face on his face, he was relieved when he saw Long Xiang, but he was surprised when he looked at the head of the door, Yi Qianhui.

"...What happened to the head?"

"Probably tired."

Long Xiang replied indifferently, Shang Yin looked up at him in surprise, but the boy had already walked away.

Feeling uneasy in her heart, Shang Yin pursed her lips tightly.

In the hall, Yi Qianhui's face was hidden in the darkness, gloomy like a ghost.

But Long Xiang, who had gone far away, walked all the way to Hongyinxuan under the curious and probing eyes of the Zhentianmen, but there was another scene in his mind.

"Huang Lingyu?"

"My name is Feng Yufei, a member of the Feng clan."

"You did it to save Sutianxing from the chaos in Jinyang City?"

"...Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't intend to..."

"It's okay."

"..."

Long Xiang walked out of the Ningyan Pavilion, stood on the railing in front of the pavilion, looked at the misty Qinyang Mountain under his feet, the mortal world thousands of miles away seemed very far away.

"I will borrow you as a place to stay, and you will help me become a fairy."

Feng Yufei, who was hidden in the void, looked at the indifference that had never been seen on the face of the young man in front of her, and her heart sank.

"it is good."