Fairy apricot.

It is the immortal spiritual roots eaten by Lei Zhenzi.

After taking it, the body transforms, gets close to Fenglei, and becomes an immortal.

The peaches prolong their lifespan for three thousand, and the immortal apricots can be changed to the root bones, but they cannot directly increase their magic power.

"It's a question worth considering whether to become ugly or stronger!"

Zhou Yi confirmed that taking Xian Apricot will grow wings on the back and turn into an ugly bird.

Many people will say that big is good, and strong is beautiful. However, strong is just a temporary thing, and ugly will accompany you for a lifetime.

Besides, his posture of becoming an immortal is not as good as Zhou Yi’s small goal.

"This thing is left to someone with a destiny. Maybe there is someone who is ugly than Lei Zhenzi. If you take Xian Xing, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

Zhou Yi put away the fairy apricot and brought Pei Heihu's corpse to the Demon Refining Cave.

Compared with the lively demon-refining cave, the number of demons is much smaller, and the aura of resentment is not bad at all...

He glanced at the bottomless abyss, threw the corpse in and turned around and left.

This is the taboo of Emperor Jingtai. Maybe he is staring at him secretly at this moment. Anyway, there are eight clones in the prison, so you can find the Demon Refining Cave at any time if you want to explore.

In recent days, evil corpses often appear in prisons, all of which were killed by Zhou Yi's clone.

The other prisoners slept soundly, and they didn't know that they had died again.

According to the news that Zhou Yi heard, evil corpses will appear more and more frequently, and now they will disappear silently, which will disrupt many plans of those behind the scenes.

If the pace is messy, more legs will be revealed.

Zhou Yi left the prison and returned the token, and got a few merits.

The master of refining the gods will be rewarded for the court even if it is a mere effort.

Only by gaining income from labor and being fair and just can all monks unite and support the rule of the Daqian court.

After replying to the errand, returning the waist card, Zhou Yi returned to the material department.

When I pushed the door open, I found that the inner space had expanded several times.

The small office, which was originally less than two feet long, has become a large flat floor of ten feet in a radius.

Several beautiful maids stood at the door and saw Zhou Yi coming in, serving left and right, leading the way, and following behind.

There is a red, green and green mantle in the house. Zhang Cheng leans in the spring light and writes on painting.

After a few breaths, the painting was completed.

Then I saw a beautiful woman walking out of the painting, with bright eyes and white teeth, peach cheeks and smiling, dancing gracefully.

Zhou Yi recognized this woman as if she was the courtesan selected by Chunfeng Tower in July last year. Is it called Yaoyao or Qingqing?

Zhou Yi suddenly realized that the women serving the left and right sides may all be the courtesans of a certain class.

He took it out alone and put it in Chunfeng Tower, which is a stunning beauty that thousands of people have sought after. At this time, there were more than 20 small offices, and their appearance suddenly fell to ordinary.

Chen Ying crawled out of the pile of powder and greeted him with excitement.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhang's paintings are really amazing!"

"Has Lao Zhang condensed the true meaning of painting?"

Zhou Yi was surprised. Zhang Cheng had reached the limit before. Even if he was a high-level and comprehensive practice, he was already talented to be able to break through in ten or eight years.

"I have gained something when discussing the Dharma with the monk."

Zhang Cheng looked proud and smiled: "Since my reputation has spread, I don't know why, I have been like a god's help when practicing. Last night, I talked with Miss Xuanxuan and realized the true meaning of the painting!"

When you draw the true artistic conception, you can draw the paintings into reality while splashing ink.

It is rumored that there are masters in painting who spend a hundred years painting the style of a world, and on the day of success, they become the master of a world.

The most important masters of the three ranks of various schools are the great Confucian scholars. After the Fa family, the Mohist school was reunited, and other schools were extremely rare. It is not that the primary school school is not strong, but the fundamental reason is that the practice is difficult, and it is not like the Confucian Legalists and Mohists. There are clear paths before the super school.

Zhou Yi looked at the housekeepers and couldn't help but say, "Brother Zhang's painting is so amazing!"

"Chu Ning Zhenyi, the courtesan is the only stranger who can finish his eyes!"

Zhang Cheng was half nostalgic and half sighed: "Old Zhang, when I was fourteen, I made an appointment with my childhood friend to go to the yard to play. I still remember that it was the best place in the county town, and I ordered the most expensive girl to accompany me, and the most ruthless beating from my father to the house!"

"In the blink of an eye, it has been nearly three hundred years... The true meaning of the painting should be on the courtesan, perhaps it is destined by God!"

Chen Ying exclaimed: "Brother Zhang, he is really a role model for us! It is not ridiculous to go to Chunfeng Tower, it is learning, enlightenment, and serious practice!"

"Hehehe, Lao Zhang helps you realize the truth!"

Zhang Cheng moved his brush, and the beautiful women surrounding Chen Ying quickly aged their faces, and in an instant, their hair turned gray.

The white-haired old woman snuggled in Chen Ying's arms and smiled shyly from time to time.

“???”

Chen Ying's legs were weak and he was about to push away the old woman with chicken skin.

"Gee!"

The old woman let out a strange laugh, her face continued to grow old, and the old man spots quickly rotted, and the skin on her face fell one by one.

The beauty turned into dry bones, the creaking sound of bone rubbing, and the white bones hooked Chen Ying's chin, and she actually wanted to kiss her.

"Well--"

Chen Ying rolled her eyes and fainted.

Zhou Yi couldn't help laughing and commented: "These courtesans have about the fifth-grade strength. They attacked in groups and were brave and fearless. The paintings are indeed mysterious."

The beautiful courtesans all have the strength of the fifth grade and cannot resist the suppression of Chen Ying.

Zhang Cheng shook his head instead and said, "The fighting method is not as good as the Confucian Legalists. The fifth-grade thugs will only be cannon fodder before refining magic techniques."

The monks of the Painting Tao waved their hands to sprinkle hundreds of scrolls of paintings. They seemed to be elegant, but in fact they were not very effective. Until the first grade of the Painting Tao painted a third grade scroll, their combat power could be equal to the same level as the same level.

There are always mistakes and gains. In addition to being unfair in fighting, the Tao of Painting is omnipotent in other aspects.

Drawing a elixir and a elixir can be refined.

Drawing the formation method directly into the formation diagram.

Draw monsters and change the mounts every day.

Drawing talismans is even more of an old skill.

This office, which has been expanded several times, is to paint Taoism and magic, and contains the mystery of space.

Zhou Yi shut up his maids on the left and right, visualized the picture of returning to the sect, and slowly restored the Yin God.

When the value is approaching.

Chen Ying finally got rid of the fear of the beauty's dry bones, regained her majesty, and made an appointment with Zhou Yi and Zhang Cheng in Chunfeng Tower.

"Let's see Lao Zhang's methods!"

Zhang Cheng splashed ink and a lifelike five-colored divine cow appeared on the rice paper.

Moo!

The divine cow screamed and came out of the scroll, which was as different as the real divine cow on the surface.

The same is true, and after a moment, three more divine cows were added in the house.

"We will definitely be shocked by the huge crowd today, and maybe we can waive the cost tonight."

Zhang Cheng said as he stepped on the back of the cow, patted the cow's head lightly, and the five-colored clouds of smoke and clouds turned towards the Spring Breeze Tower.

Since riding the real immortal of bulls, the value of bulls has increased. Three divine bulls, which are just like the real immortals, appear. Just a gimmick is enough to make a fortune in Chunfenglou.

really.

Sanniu arrived at Chunfeng Tower, attracting crowds of people to watch.

Who even watched the girl dance? They all praised the sacred cows, and the courageous one came forward to touch it.

Several wealthy businessmen and gentry were responsible for their own families and great business, begging Zhang Cheng to sell the cattle and wish to exchange them for a heavy gold.

"Will I lack gold, what kind of pickled food?"

Zhang Cheng pretended to be generous and left, but in fact, the sacred cow formed by the true meaning of the painting will be dispersed for only one day.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Chen, we are finally here!"

The madam Chunfenglou has changed people, just after the auction of the Qianhuan Sect Master. It is rumored that the courtesan Yaoyao has been favored by the master of refining the gods. The former madam has some conflicts with Yaoyao. If you say a few bad things about Chunfenglou on your pillow...

"Lao Zhang, didn't I just come yesterday?"

"It's like three autumns after not seeing Mr. Zhang in one day!"

The madam was laughing and led the three to a delicate private room: "Today, my boss was in the Jiafangsi and bought some interesting new goods. I wonder if Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhou are interested?"

“Even though.”

Zhang Cheng flicked his finger and the big pearl of his thumb fell on the madam's chest.
To be continued...