Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 802 My Mom Entrusted Me with Dreams ([-])

"Of course it's related." Hu Nuan twitched the corner of his mouth: "They asked me for exercises. Didn't I tell the master?"

Qiao Yu: "Do you know the inside story of their coma?"

Hu Nuan definitely didn't know, saying that it had nothing to do with him.

Qiao Yu: "From now on, you don't want to pay attention to people who you think have malicious intentions toward you."

Hu Nuan: "I just want to see what kind of fruit my kindness will grow."

Qiao Yu was silent: "This kind of game is not fun, don't try to test people's hearts in the future. Protect yourself first."

Hu Nuan: "Master, do you think they will come to apologize to me?"

Qiao Yu: "."

Hu Nuan: "Jin Xin said, they must hate me. They must think that I murdered them."

"Then how are you going?"

Hu Nuan: "If they come to harm me, I will just send them a retribution."

Qiao Yu: "."

He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.Advise apprentices to be magnanimous?Isn't that useless?Persuading apprentices to take revenge?Isn't that narrow-minded?Forget it, let's talk about it when things get to that point, young people don't make mistakes.It will be better to teach again at that time.

Say something else to her: "Is your mother's consciousness okay?"

"Very good." Hu Nuan said casually, "Master, have you thought of a way to cross the sea of ​​anger?"

Qiao Yumo, I shouldn't mention it.

He said, "Can you sense where your mother is?"

Hu Nuan was taken aback.

Qiao Yu said: "The Huanmotian ancient cemetery, the demons can't last long if they go on, your mother's words-the master thinks, is she not there? Or was she rescued?"

Hu Nuan was stunned, this possibility - not impossible.

The small partner's subtle voice came from my mind: "Yeah, it's right there."

Hu Nuan said: "It must be there. Master, let's go there and look for it."

Qiao Yu looked at her.

Hu Nuan said: "My mother gave me a dream, and it was there."

Swish, Qiao Yu's face darkened suddenly: "Hu Nuan, can you find a decent reason to fool the master? Dreaming? Who's dreaming?" The dead man said angrily, "You might as well say through blood induction."

Hu Nuan: "I sensed through the blood, and my mother is there."

Qiao Yu closed her eyes, what would she do if she took in an apprentice who had no talent for lying but felt good about herself.

He needs to rest and get rid of the demonic energy that has been contaminated, otherwise, if he is angry with his apprentice, the demonic energy will become a heart demon.

"Go back and wait for me to call you."

Hu Nuan shrank her neck and slipped away.

Qiao Yu let out a breath, then frowned slightly, Hu Qing was still in good shape, her spiritual sense would not lie.Hu Nuan said that the person is in the ancient cemetery, he is very sure.There must be feelings between mother and daughter that are not known to outsiders.So here comes the question: How did Hu Qing persist in the ancient cemetery.And, how long can she last?
Qiao Yu pressed his forehead, it's not a problem to go to the ancient cemetery, the big deal is to beg the ancestors in Zongli.But going down is the problem.The ancient cemetery is so big, and the abyss below is endless, how can you find a small person?
Could it be that Hu Qing used the method of turtle's breath to fall into a deep sleep and reduce the loss to sustain it?
In this way, it will be more difficult to find.

There are a lot of thoughts at the moment.

Hu Qing in the ancient cemetery also had a lot of thoughts. Unlike Qiao Yu's melancholy, she was almost too happy.

"Laugh at the sky and go out, how can I be a Penghao people!"

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone!"

"The mountain is poor and the river is full of doubts, there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers!"

Shouting and shouting over and over again, just these three sentences fully exposed her literary reserves.

Jumping up and down, until the end of the jump, the poet fairy madman couldn't satisfy her anymore, and a sentence of Chinese quintessence echoed between the cliff and the sea of ​​broken bones.

Silk Bu laughed, he was so excited that he was about to let loose.

Without him, Hu Qing found a way out!

Right in Lingzhi Daquan!
Who would have thought!

"Who would have thought, who would have thought—" Hu Qing kneaded the demon into balls, hugged and kneaded, sticking sticks on the left and sticking sticks on the right: "Little devil, little devil, what would I do without you?" Yeah, I'm so lucky to have you."

What a familiar whisper.

Silk cloth rolled his eyes, this kind of words, if you hear it, you will fart it.

but!

At this moment, he also wanted to say the same thing to the demon: what would I do without you, I am so lucky to have you——

Who would have expected that the hidden secrets of the Great Work of Lingzhi, a masterpiece of an ascended monk, would be opened with demon energy? !

Who would have thought!
How likely is it that a monk records Lingzhi's book to encounter magic energy?And how likely is it to happen to rub some pages with magic energy?Which monk would do such a completely impossible thing?

Hu lightly did it.

So, maybe she's not a monk?
Silk cloth shook his head, no matter what, they saw a miracle in the desperate situation.

Because Hu Qingri couldn't read, she went through the Lingzhi Encyclopedia page by page, and finally found Mozhi's description in three or two sentences.

And at this moment, they finally walked out of the Sea of ​​Broken Bones on foot, and the outline of the undulating giant bones could be vaguely seen in the distance.

Hu Qing felt relieved when the flower bud room was stationed, and called the demon spirit to relax.

During the period, they experienced another strong wind. Compared with before, the wind on the Sea of ​​Broken Bones seemed not so fierce.Hu Qing reacted in time, and directly turned Xiao Xuanxue back into a flowerpot, and she threw out an earth escape talisman, although half of it was offset by the magic energy, but because it was downward, the bone fragments loosened, and she escaped a lot of distance.After the storm passed, he got out without being blown far away.

Keep going in the direction of the wind.

Over the past few days, the demon spirit has performed very well, giving Hu Qing a lot of small hard bones.Xiao Xuanxue probably sensed the affirmation in Hu Qing's heart, and gradually became more pleasant towards the demon spirit, allowing it to enter the house for a while.

So at that moment that day, Hu Qing, who walked out of the sea of ​​broken bones, was in a relaxed mood. He sat on the thick blanket and opened the encyclopedia of spiritual plants, pointing to the demon spirit.

"This is called a two-color long scarf magic flower. One side is blue and the other side is yellow. The petals are thick and have short fluff. It feels like a high-quality towel to the touch. This flower is so big that it can wrap a one-year-old child. If you meet, you can Taste it. It is said that the flower juice is sweet, although it is poisonous, slightly poisonous, I don’t think it will pose a threat to you.”

The demon lay down on it, staring at the picture of the flower, and turned itself into a long towel.Unfortunately, it is black.

It became so lifelike that even the velvet on it was clearly visible, Hu lightly looked at it and smiled, then grabbed it and wiped it on the page as if it were a book.

Probably this feeling is the same as plucking hair and scratching the stomach, the demon immediately fell in love with it, and dared not get up, hoping that Hu Qing would come a few more times, and even turned his face.

Hu Qing was in a good mood, so he fulfilled his wish, and rubbed it according to the ghost's snoring, and wiped out an afterimage.

It's not right after rubbing it, why does it seem that there is a blue light flashing?
Hu Qing raised his hand, and spread the magic spirit brand towel, completely covering the page.Hu Qing hurriedly grabbed it, and opened his mouth wide when he saw the lines of royal blue writing on the page.

My God, sure enough, big bosses like to hide treasures. This old man actually used special ink to write books?So sentimental.Unfortunately, the word is too small wow.

(End of this chapter)