What kind of metaphor is this? It should be the limbs.

"You have a Taoist heart. Strictly speaking, you also have a sporadic aura of natural selection in your body. For example, you can change the color of your hair. Although it is useless, it is a real change and no one can see it.

It’s not about disguise.”

"Look at the green grass outside, you can change your hair to green, no matter how weird the color is, it will still be your original color!"

Seeing Zhao Chu in a daze, Hong Duanya said again.

"It turns out that you can only change the color of a few hairs, so it's almost useless. What? The color of the grass? Master Hong, that's not the joke!"

Zhao Chu roared in his heart.

Of course, he did not dare to talk back to Hong Duanya, so Zhao Chu activated the heart lamp according to Hong Duanya's method.

really!

There was an inaudible qi in his body, which was really small and fragile, almost more fragile than the water vapor on a teacup.

Zhao Chu controlled it carefully.

Hong Duanya was right, this breath had no effect other than changing the color of his hair.

He activated his natural selection energy and dyed his hair white.

Bullshit!

My hair is not completely dyed.

Only had time to dye the center layer.

Zhao Chu looked at himself in the bronze mirror. In the center of his forehead, there was a palm-wide layer of white, with long dark hair on both sides.

It's like a white road is opened on the scalp, and it is all brushed.

At first glance, the white hair in the middle of Zhao Chu's hair looks like a flat head.

At this time, Qinghe waddled over and patted Zhao Chu on the shoulder with his wings. His sincere expression seemed to say: "You still have a long way to go to reach my brother's level!"

Putting away the bronze mirror, Zhao Chu looked at Qinghe, his pupils flickering strangely.

After watching it for three full minutes, Qinghe was frightened to the point of fear. Its wings were fiercely guarding its chest, and its vigilant expression seemed to say: "If you are a bold flower picker, don't have any wrong thoughts. I am a pure man."

"

Then, all Qinghe was thinking, his pupils were weird again, and the shocked expression seemed to be exclaiming: "Brother, you are not interested in your own body, are you? Want to do it yourself? Stop this as soon as possible

Thoughts, I will not obey even to the death."

Zhao Chu ignored Qinghe's embarrassment and suddenly slapped his thigh hard.

Then, he crushed Jing Qingsu's jade slip.

…

"Looking for all the golden elixir realm cultivation jade slips from all the imperial courts in the northern realm?"

Jing Qingsu was stunned.

"That's right, it's best to have unique magical powers from the imperial courts of various countries."

Zhao Chu said seriously.

"The unique golden elixir magical power!"

Jing Qingsu's face was full of doubts.

"Is it difficult?"

Later, Zhao Chu felt a little embarrassed.

"It's not even that difficult. It's mainly the imperial court's unique magical power. It's useless even if you get it. Ordinary people can't practice it at all."

After thinking about it, Jing Qingsu explained a few words.

With the current financial resources of Tianci Sect, there is no need to worry about bribery of several run-down princes in the imperial court.

However, the unique magical powers of the imperial court are protected by restrictions, and it is difficult for ordinary people to successfully practice them even if they get the jade slips.

"It doesn't matter, just bring it."

Zhao Chu nodded.

Jing Qingsu leaves!

…

The second day.

Jing Qingsu brought the golden elixir realms of the Yezhai Imperial Court, the Jinji Imperial Court, the Fenglei Imperial Court, the Yanmo Imperial Court, and the Zunyan Imperial Court...to practice magical powers.

He hesitated to speak.

Although he could guarantee that those exercises were authentic Taoist scriptures, Jing Qingsu had tried them and was unable to practice them at all.

Because of the restriction, the mental method is incomplete and in a mess.

But he didn't say anything in the end.

Zhao Chu might just be playing for fun.

"Jing Qingsu is really a talent. He was able to get five movies so quickly!"

Zhao Chu didn't care at all.

He opened the demon mirror and opened these mental methods one by one.

Theoretically speaking, Zhao Chu does not have the true vitality of the golden elixir in his body, so he cannot practice the magical power of the golden elixir at all.

But the spiritual power in Zhao Chuji's platform was so terrifying that he could use the billowing spiritual power to simulate true energy, thus barely able to exert the golden elixir magical power.

Of course, in a real fight, a fake like Zhao Chu would still have some difficulty and would not be as handy as the real golden elixir.

…

The second day.

Jing Qingsu brought some more golden elixirs and magical powers.

Zhao Chu specifically confessed that no one needed to be told these things, so in the entire Tianci Sect, only Jing Qingsu knew that Zhao Chu was busy working in vain.

never mind!

You are a Shaozong, as long as you are happy.

…

In the Shaozong Hall.

Qinghe transformed into Zhao Chu, wearing women's clothes he didn't know where he stole, with heavy makeup, and he was dancing. It was ugly as hell. His rippling expression and disgusting amorous feelings seemed to say: "Official official"

Man, the slave family wants it!"

Zhao Chu was carrying a kitchen knife and was chasing this guy.

I must make you stew and drink wine.

Chirp!

Qinghe had no ability to speak. He smiled slyly and made a sharp sound from his mouth.

"Qinghe, sooner or later I will roast you or stew you. No, I will cut you into raw bird slices and eat you with mustard... I am so angry!"

Have you ever seen a beak on your face?

That’s right!

Zhao Chu has seen it.

The next breath, Zhao Chu froze on the spot, every pore in his body was roaring with anger.

He thought his endurance was very strong, but now he realized that he was just not angry to the limit.

Beside the bed.

Qinghe put a thick layer of flour on his face, put on two lumps of blush, then pulled down a section of his clothes, exposing his shoulders, and looked like a scratchy face!

Chirp!
Chapter completed!