kill the immortal

Chapter 125 Chapter 39, black stockings bra
The cultivation of these ancient monks who can seal themselves is unpredictable. Although the essence and blood they transformed have lost most of their divinity after years of destruction, they are still a great tonic for An Yan. Just a piece of fire phosphorus completely transformed An Yan's body.

I don't know if it's because of the changes in the rules of heaven and earth, but there seems to be no bottleneck in this body refining technique. An Yan only absorbed a piece of fire phosphorus, and his physical strength jumped directly to the spiritual level.

An Yan thought of something, so he put the mysterious bone on his body again, removed the fire phosphorus on it, and mobilized the blood energy in his body. To his surprise, the mysterious bone was activated as expected.

It was just that it took a lot of energy, and after just a while, An Yan felt a sense of fatigue, and then he took off his clothes.

As his physical body changed, he felt that the connection between himself and the heaven and earth became more transparent and clear, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy more than doubled. This speed was already as fast as taking the Heart Condensation Pill.

He swallowed another Hundred Refined Heart Condensing Pill, and visible spiritual energy flow began to condense around his body, while his body was like an invincible black hole, greedily devouring the spiritual energy around him.

Looking inside the air sea, there was nothing unusual except that the spiritual energy waterfall became thicker and thicker.

His Qi sea has reached the level where Shen Xiuqing was about to hit the spiritual realm, but he still couldn't touch the threshold of the spiritual realm.

Chen Mobing's memory only said that in order for a body with extreme yin and yang to break through the spiritual realm, the size of the sea of ​​​​qi must reach several times that of ordinary people. An Yan still doesn't know where this limit is.

In the sea of ​​​​qi, the remnant soul of the ancient monk is still there. Although it is dim and dull, it is an existence that is older than the Yin God and the Yang God.

An Yan didn't rush to think about how to destroy him, but had a brand new conjecture in her heart.

Xuantian Sword Sect's method is to warm the sword embryo in the sea of ​​​​qi, and then split the soul to raise the sword spirit.

But once the soul is damaged, it is impossible to repair it. An Yan is a little reluctant to this kind of thing. There are advantages and disadvantages to this kind of thing. If the sword spirit is damaged when fighting with others in the future, it will be irreversible. of.

He thought about whether he could use these damaged souls to reside on the sword body and turn them into sword spirits, and he would use soul refining to refine and control them.

This can not only solve the problem of the remaining souls contained in the fire phosphorus, but also eliminate the need to raise sword spirits in the future.

This is just a conjecture, and An Yan needs to experiment slowly.

In order to avoid taking too big a step and causing problems, Anyan was not in a hurry to continue absorbing the remaining fire phosphorus. He had plenty of time.

As the night passed, he gradually adapted to his current body.

Wen Ren Jinping lay on the bed and went to sleep early. When An Yan came back to his senses, it was already dark outside.

Every time you are immersed in practice, time always passes very quickly. In the future, if you advance to your realm, it may take years or decades to retreat once.

This is a cultivator. There is a difference between immortals and mortals. If Wenren Jinping and the others do not follow the path of cultivation, they will only become obstacles in Anyan's future.

An Yan took off her clothes and got into bed, hugging Wenren Jinping and fell asleep silently.

However, Anyan, who had never had a dream since his practice, had a dream this time.

He dreamed that he came to a void space with no direction, no gravity, and no idea of ​​the passage of time.

It was like a nightmare. Before he woke up, he suddenly saw a cluster of light. Under the light was a blurry figure, but he could not see clearly who it was.

When I opened my eyes, it was already noon.

An Yan lay on the bed in a daze.

Wenren Jinping got up early and was probably in the yard with Shen Rong at this time.

Huan Xi was still in the bedroom, sitting in front of a desk and quietly reading a book.

An Yan didn't get up, she was waiting to serve.

"Huanxi."

"Grandpa, you're awake."

An Yan yawned and stretched. The dream was strange, but it made him feel lazy and comfortable after a long absence.

As soon as Huanxi came closer, An Yan pulled her into his arms, as if to get her into his bed. Her clothes were a little cold, and she started struggling with a red face in fright.

"Uncle, stop making trouble, it's time to get up."

She had already slept together, so she would not resist An Yan's intimacy, but she did not dare to mess with the bed between the young lady and her uncle.

An Yan put his hand into her clothes and said stubbornly: "Don't move, keep me warm."

Huan Xi pursed her lips and whispered, "My uncle is obviously hotter."

Just coming out of bed, your body temperature will naturally be higher.

An Yan responded with a buzz: "Your softness."

After teasing for a long time, Anyan pulled something out from her clothes. Huanxi was so embarrassed when he saw this, he quickly took it and held it in his hand: "Uncle, what are you doing..."

"In the way." An Yan just said.Women's undergarments in this era are not in line with his aesthetics. He misses the bras, stockings, and dildos from his previous life...

An Yan suddenly opened her eyes, thought about it, and said to Huanxi, "Huanxi, you can find the best tailor in the city to come to your house in the next two days."

Huan Xi was still complaining about how to put it back on later. Hearing this, he felt a little strange: "Do you want to make some clothes?"

"That's right...it's made for you, just go find it."

"Oh, uncle, please get up quickly, someone sent an invitation today."

"who?"

"People from Prince Su's residence."

King Su?

After An Yan got dressed and washed, Huan Xi opened the invitation and took a look at it. The person who wrote the letter was Li Chongrui, the eldest son of Prince Su.

He was invited to be a guest, but not to Prince Su's Mansion, but to the Beauty Room.

It's a place where everyone wears no clothes and is used for sexual pleasure.

An Yan frowned. He didn't have the habit of playing with everyone. What did Li Chongrui mean? She probably wasn't that close to him.

He immediately threw the invitation on the table.

"Uncle?"

"Don't go."

One day later, Huanxi invited the most famous tailor in the city, a middle-aged woman in her 30s who was very well-dressed. She opened a large tailoring shop at home and only took on private work on weekdays. , the people who come and go are also dignitaries.

An Yan told her some of his thoughts, and she looked very calm after hearing it. Chang'an was a place full of extravagance, and she had seen a lot of all kinds of weird things.

The woman in turn praised An Yan: "Mr. An's idea is wonderful. This garment is supportive and will be comfortable for women to wear. If it is popularized, it will be a blessing to women."

An Yan had a strange look on his face and immediately said, "If you want to, you can promote it as you like."

If he were not a monk, he might still negotiate a patent and start a business with this woman, but money is just a number to him, and he is not short of money. No matter how much he earns, it doesn't mean much to him, a monk. .

The woman pondered for a while, but she was a thoughtful person. At first glance, this thing seemed to be contrary to the world, but Chang'an was very receptive to this kind of custom. It only needed to find some noble ladies to take the lead, and it could easily become popular.

Mr. An probably doesn't see the profit behind this now. When he finds out in the future, he will inevitably settle accounts with himself. This kind of powerful person is not someone he can afford.

She said: "Mr. An is generous, and the slave family intends to promote this thing, but after all, it was created by Mr. An, and he should have a share of the profits in the future. If the slave family dares to do business with Mr. An, Mr. An only needs to buy a share." .”

An Yan became thoughtful after hearing what she said. He imagined that in the future, all the ladies in Chang'an would wear the underwear and stockings he invented, such as Princess Mingyue...

I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body.

Stockings may not be popular, but underwear should not be a problem.

Maybe it will be introduced into the world of cultivation in the future, and those fairies and Taoist nuns will also wear such clothes...

"Okay! I'm in!" An Yan immediately decided.

We discussed some details with the woman, and in the end, An Yan came up with the idea and money, accounting for [-]% of the profit. The tailor shop headed by the woman was responsible for labor, management and promotion, accounting for [-]%.

An Yan was very surprised to hear this division of interests. When the woman saw An Yan's expression was wrong, she seemed to want to get some benefits out of it.

"That's it." An Yan smiled.

One day later, King Su Li Chongrui sent an invitation again.

This time he was invited to Feihuawu, which he had been to last time.

Looking at the invitation in his hand, An Yan was thoughtful, did Li Chongrui have something to do with him...

Is it possible that you want to cause trouble for yourself?
An Yan is really not afraid of him.

His uncle was Yu Jingtang, the most powerful official in the Xuantang Dynasty.

Previously, Li Chongrui was slapped on the spot by a certain general's son and he didn't dare to fart. An Yan really didn't believe that he could touch her.

After thinking about it, An Yan planned to go to the appointment and see what tricks he was up to.

(End of this chapter)