How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 89 Do I Need It?
Inside Ziyun Pavilion.

Opening a window, Murong Jingyan pulled a futon and placed it on the wooden platform under the window.

Zhu Huan'an was sitting opposite each other, just about to say something, but inadvertently looking at Murong Jingyan, he remembered the beautiful scene just now, and immediately looked down at the cloth bag in his hand.

"I came tonight to bring you something."

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan rested her chin on her hands and lazily leaned against the wooden table under the window.

That pair of long eyebrows with appropriate shades raised at Zhu Huan'an:

"Oh?"

"What could it be, Brother Huan'an?"

Zhu Huan'an frowned suddenly, and slapped the cloth bag on the wooden table vigorously: "It's easy to talk in front of me!"

Hey hey, Murong Jingyan quickly returned to normal with a smile, and waved her hand cautiously:
"Brother teasing you, keep talking, keep talking."

Heh, I was almost confused by the duck.

Even the senior brother couldn't help the fever, so I still need to ask questions about the lethality of my appearance?

The face is there, the country is here!

Sure enough, this aesthetically is a different way for humans and dogs.

Zhu Huan'an let out a mouthful from the tip of his nose, and slowly opened the cloth bag, while Murong Jingyan also looked up curiously.

"Alas!?"

Getting too close, Murong Jingyan immediately covered her nose and stepped aside.

Even looking at Zhu Huan'an was wrong.

This cloth bag is nothing but a handful of black things that look sticky and exude a pungent smell.

Seeing Murong Jingyan's eyes, Zhu Huan'an seemed to know what he was thinking, and immediately said:

"Come here, this is not what you think."

"This is wasteland."

earth?
Murong Jingyan just sat down and looked carefully, she could indeed see the traces of the soil, but there was no fragrance of the soil.

Opening his nose slightly, Murong Jingyan held his breath and asked, "Senior brother, what is waste soil?"

"Why, why is it so pungent."

Zhu Huan'an seemed to be used to it, and even stretched out a finger to scoop a spoonful, making Murong Jingyan's eyes look straight.

Staring at the waste soil at his fingertips, Zhu Huan'an said in a low tone:
"Wasteland."

"It's the soil of the Holy Ruins."

Holy market?

There was a gleam in Murong Jingyan's eyes.

When I was in Yazhou, I heard Zhu Huan'an briefly mention it once, which seemed to be the relics of ancient immortals and demons. Yazhou was barren and barren just adjacent to a certain holy ruins, and was regarded as a place of exile.

The soil of the Holy Ruins?What does it do.

Zhu Huan'an continued: "There are two holy ruins in Dayan."

"They are the Hundred Thousand Li Tunwang Valley adjacent to Yazhou, and the Falling Immortal Pond outside the Great Wall of Pennsylvania. After tens of thousands of years, these two places have basically been checked out for those who can go or not."

"The soil in my hand is the waste soil from the Falling Immortal Pond, don't look at his poor appearance."

While speaking, Zhu Huan'an put his finger on Murong Jingyan's face:
"But it's priceless."

Dodging cleverly back and forth a few times, Murong Jingyan was full of resistance, and hurriedly raised her hand and said:
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, calm down, I just took a shower and I can't get dirty."

"Why don't you tell me what the relationship between this holy ruins and me is!"

Hearing that Zhu Huan'an withdrew his hand and placed it on the case.

"Of course there is a relationship."

"If you want to see the Heaven's Sealed Door, you need a monk to have a strong fighting spirit and faith, especially the appearance of a fairy and a demon. What you want is even more pure. These are not things that can be achieved by ordinary fighting and killing. .”

"Even if you deliberately create a strong enemy, you still have a judgment deep in your heart, and you will really put yourself to death and survive."

"As for the chance and coincidence of traveling, it may take ten years, or even a hundred years, and it may not be found."

Zhu Huan'an's eyes sparkled:
"So those of us who can be called extremely talented will almost always choose a path."

"That's breaking into the Holy Ruins."

Murong Jingyan's eyes froze. In fact, he had roughly guessed Zhu Huan'an's intention halfway through the truth, but he couldn't help but be shocked when he really heard these words.

"Senior brother's words are very true, but Jingyan has a question."

"Brother said before that this Holy Ruins is a forbidden place for death, and our Chuang is"

Nodding his head, Zhu Huan'an raised his chin, motioning to look at the soil beside him.

"You're right, even in the relatively gentle Falling Immortal Pond, less than half of the great powers who have penetrated into the depths for thousands of years to seek immortality have been able to retreat unscathed, and most of them have sat in it.

"Our breakthrough is naturally only on the edge."

"It's just that the danger in this border area is also beyond ordinary people. If you don't say anything else, just the silence and true energy radiated from the holy ruins is enough to make people lose their minds and fall into a demon."

"If you want to set foot safely, there is only one way."

Zhu Huan'an picked up a smear of black soil with his fingers again, and Murong Jingyan's heart tightened when he saw it:
"This waste soil was brought out by our master from the depths of the Falling Immortal Pond, and it contains a thin amount of true energy of extinction, which is of invaluable value."

"As long as you rub it on your five acupoints of Tianling every night, and get acquainted with the five senses, you will be familiar with the air of silence in about a month, and you don't have to worry about madness when you enter the holy market."

After finishing the words, Zhu Huan'an shook his shoulders, and opened the cloth bag wider:
"Right now, you're just about to break through the Heaven's Sealed Door, so don't blot your ink."

"Come on! I'll teach you painting myself."

Murong Jingyan watched Zhu Huan'an's ferocious expression as he raised two wipes of sticky black soil to greet her face, and immediately swallowed.

Then he turned his attention to the bag.

Alas, it also makes sense.

This so-called fighting spirit is really confusing. Since everyone is going this way, there must be a reason for it.

Then paint it!

But when Murong Jingyan raised his head again, the five black spots on Zhu Huan'an's face had been wiped evenly, like half a mask had been applied.

"Brother."

"Did you forget to teach me?"

Zhu Huan'an was stunned for a moment, then immediately put down his hands and looked: "Why, didn't you see the movements of senior brother clearly?"

"It's okay, I've memorized it, you listen."

"One for half an inch above the center of the eyebrows, one for each inch about an inch behind the cheekbones, one for each half an inch above the tail of the eyes, that's all!"

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan leaned out, stretched out her index finger and thumb to gesture at Zhu Huan'an's face, and then sat back on the futon.

He gestured to his face again.

It's more than an inch long!
"Brother!"

"We are not the same size! How can we compare you."

According to this analogy, almost everything will fly out of the face.

Zhu Huan'an seemed to have suddenly realized, he laughed at himself, and then peeled off his black film.

"That's what you said, that's all, I'll demonstrate it again for you."

"No need, brother!"

Murong Jingyan spoke suddenly, pointed to her face and smiled, "Just put it on my face, I'll feel it myself."

Nodding his head, Zhu Huan'an also thought this was a solution.

"Alright."

He dipped his finger in some black soil, narrowed his eyes and cautiously leaned out, and began to paint on Murong Jingyan's face.

The tone also becomes more subtle because of seriousness:
"Don't think this black soil smells bad, actually."

"Huh? What are you laughing at?"

Murong Jingyan closed her eyes at this moment, she pursed her lips tightly because she was suppressing a smile and said: "Wucao, no, I mean"

"This black soil smells stinky, but it's icy and cool to apply."

“Strangely comfortable”

"cluck"

Zhu Huan'an shook his head, like putting ink on a pure painting. Compared with the roughness just now, it was so meticulous.

"By the way, what did senior brother want to say just now?"

".I want to say that this black soil actually has the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin. The tall women outside are hard to find."

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan couldn't help opening her eyes, and joked with a smile:
"Brother, what you said is a little contemptuous of me."

"Do I use it?"

The clouds bloom and the stars shake, and the bright moon shines brightly in the night sky.

"."

"Too."

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At the same time, at the foot of Ziyun River, two figures were squatting downstream of the mountain spring.

"I said Junior Brother, are you sure it's here?"

Gan Rong held a bar of sweet spring and put it into his mouth, his eyes also showed suspicion:
"There's no reason, isn't this the time when day and night alternate?"

Gan Rong let go of the water, raised his hand to Tang Chen and said, "Don't worry, Brother Tang, maybe something went wrong, but don't worry."

"I promise you the water, I will definitely deliver it."

Tomson nodded, exhaled and said:
"Junior brother, what you said today is too shocking. After the senior brother goes back, he will have a good breath with the master. As for the water."

"Brother Yu is really useful, remember to take it to heart."

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