The dark clouds dissipated, and the nightmare was raging for only one day, but retreated because of the death of the nightmare monster and returned to the west of the mountain, opposite the deep valley.

The original ruins of the mountain temple turned into a big pit, and Zhong Yao was lying on the edge of the pit, with his limbs wide open, and his strength to speak was gone.

Xiao Huandan, who recovered his true energy, ate a whole bottle, and two of Da Huandan, who stimulated spiritual energy, ate them, and then barely drove Jiutu Zhenqi to dig out this big pit. Zhongyao felt that his muscles and bones were soft and he could no longer squeeze out any strength.

Ji Xiaozhu easily manipulated the bamboo branches, picked up the broken bones and limbs that fell on the ground into the pit, then put their parents' heads in with their own hands, covered them with dead branches and hay, and lit them in fire.

After doing all this, she sat next to Zhongyao, let out a sigh of relief, and then lay down like she was exhausted.

The two lay side by side, quietly watching the black smoke rise slowly, and it took a long time to have the strength to speak.

"You know Zi Luo is a monster, and you knew from the beginning that she is that vine monster, right?"

"She is a monster, but not the vine demon before, but the vine demon... I reborn, and I used the vine spirit seed to reborn her."

"That's not rebirth. She still remembers what happened before. She is the vine demon. She is already thousands of years old, right?"

"Uh...you're right, you're a fresh and tender little sixteen-year-old monster."

"I don't want to compete with her. No matter how long she has lived, she is now just a little girl, simpler than Mali's sister."

"Yes, I just want to hang on my face... No, I just say that, so stupid and cute."

As they were talking, the two of them chuckled softly.

Ji Xiaozhu asked in a low voice again: "Zi Luo seems to treat you as a big figure, the kind of big figure who was very powerful in his previous life, like the Lord of Guanshan who was a thousand years ago. Have you remembered it?"

Hearing the uneasiness in her tone, Zhong Yao smiled and said, "I can't remember what I was in my previous life at all. Even so, I am Zhong Yao in this life."

He was going to tell some secrets, but not the pottery bowl. The pottery bowl can absorb the divine position and let him enjoy the divine position, which will inevitably involve the secrets of this world, so that Ji Xiaozhu knows that it may not be a good thing.

He carefully used the words: "The vine spirit seed that makes purple roe reborn, save your green bamboo spirit seed, it's just me..."

Speaking of this, he was interrupted by Ji Xiaozhu: "Since A Yao is A Yao, why should I care about other things? I just need to know that the green bamboo spirit seed that saved me was given by A Yao, which is enough."

The girl closed her eyes and said with emotion: "At that time, I felt like I was crushed into powder, and I watched another cold and evil force invade my soul and want to replace me."

"A breeze blew in. It was that spiritual seed that glued me back, making me stronger and tougher than before."

"That's a magical power. It inspired my bamboo demon bloodline, which was stronger than the spiritual foundation my mother left for me. I seemed to have completely turned into a bamboo demon... no, I turned into a bamboo sword."

She stroked the messy black hair, and the clear light was rippling on it, as if it was soaked in a pool.

"This is my Fengyingyue Bamboo Sword. It was the bamboo root that my mother took in the forest of the ancestral bamboo when she was a child. When she reached the innate level of cultivation, she merged with me and became my natal spiritual foundation. The green bamboo spirit seed you gave me replaced it, and now it is an ordinary spiritual foundation."

When Zhongyao heard her talk about Lingji, his heart was shocked.

He stretched out his finger and poked her smooth cheeks gently, trying to push the dry and bottomless Nine Earthly Sea.

A strand of Jiutu true energy penetrated into Ji Xiaozhu's face. She moved her face away and smiled, "What are you doing? What are you playing... Static game?"

Zhongyao was a little disappointed, it was true.

Ji Xiaozhu and Zi Luo are different. They neither react strongly to the Jiutu true qi nor establish a congenital circulation with him. They regard him... strictly speaking, it is the pottery bowl under his soul as a spiritual foundation, and obtain spiritual energy through the circulation.

The purple rosy is resurrected from the vine spirit seed, which is equivalent to the spirit seed itself. Ji Xiaozhu is not dead, which just meets the conditions for the Qingzhu spirit seed to be handed over to others as a spiritual foundation. Moreover, Ji Xiaozhu is not a pure demon clan. The Qingzhu spirit seed eliminates the nightmare energy and makes her transform, and at the same time, it pushes off her natal spiritual foundation, so naturally it is impossible to "call" with Zhongyao.

After thinking about it again, I felt relieved that Ji Xiaozhu was still the original Ji Xiaozhu.

"It just so happens that you need a good sword."

Ji Xiaozhu continued, "Let's give you the Fengyingyue Bamboo Sword."

The girl tied her hair up and used her fingers to make a knife. She cut off a long bunch of hair, leaving only her long hair as far as her waist.

The hair shrinks and intertwines in the clear light, turning into green branches, carrying a few bamboo leaves, like a skillful jade bracelet, which is put from the girl to his right wrist.

A wisp of coolness penetrated into the body and mind from the wrist, and Zhongyao came to his senses. Fortunately, Zi Luo was trapped in his left wrist.

I feel like I'm not only trapped, but also have both my wife and daughter.

Zhong Yao smiled bitterly, switched to the Five Elements Qi Sea, and pushed the wood-type spiritual energy to touch the spiritual sword.

The clear light of his wrist was flowing, but he had no reaction, which made Zhongyao feel anxious for a moment.

Seeing him scratching his head, Ji Xiaozhu smiled and patted his hand: "You are tired now and you are not strong enough, so don't force it. I will teach you how to control and sacrifice after you have rested."

She recovered faster than Zhongyao. At this time, her skin not only returned to blood, but also covered with a light layer of light, like the fairy dust brought about from the sky.

She got up and moved, and just took a light breath, she caused a slight breeze, as if she was in the sea of ​​bamboo and heard the sound of bamboo leaves floating in the wind.

"I feel..."

Ji Xiaozhu was also shocked by his changes and murmured: "I am completely different, as if I have changed my own person."

It must be different. You are cleansed by the green bamboo spirit seeds and are reborn. The bloodline of the demon clan and the human clan bloodline are merged, which can be said to have achieved the "spirit body".

Zhong Yao looked straight at the tall girl covered with bamboo leaves, her eyes flashing with glory of appreciation and even pride.

He suddenly said on a whim: "You should have a formal name to commemorate your... transformation."

Ji Xiaozhu turned around and looked at him, nodding happily: "Have you thought about it? Let's talk about it, I hope it's what I like."

The book that Mr. Gao had read flashed through his mind, and Zhong Yao blurted out: "Wei Yu Jiaojiao, Posa Rao, just called... Jiaorao, Ji Jiaorao."

Ji Xiaozhu frowned: "Are you so... a girl angry, and she's a little raving. Just shout quickly and become Ji Jiaojiao."

Zhong Yao smiled and said, "It's the pride of the sun, not the pride of the spoiled."

He spread his hands and shrugged: "Forget it, if you don't like it, just change it. I'm just talking about it as a joke."

Ji Xiaozhu refused to say: "These two lines of poetry sound good, and they must have special meanings, I want to listen to them."

Zhong Yao had to explain in a whispered manner: "The name means that the dog's tail grass grows randomly, and it seems to be showing off to God. The wind blows slightly, and it sways, as if it is dancing."

I thought Ji Xiaozhu would give him a blank look, but she would curl up.

"Weiwu is arrogant, sway and raura..."

After reading it several times, she said quietly: "When I was a child, my mother took me to Zuzhu Forest and met Shoolin's grandmother. She said something to me, and the same is true."

"She said that the bamboos all over the mountains are like weeds, and are very lowly among the spirits of heaven and earth. But bamboos are like weeds and never bow to fate."

"No matter how harsh the climate and the water and soil are, as long as there is soil, bamboo will take root and will live tenaciously, adding a little color to the world."

"Even if it dies, the bamboo will bloom the most beautiful flowers at the last moment of life, thanking the kindness of heaven and earth. After that, the tiny bamboo rice will be sprinkled on the earth and nurtured another round of life."

She nodded, and her tone was extremely affirmative: "Thank you, A Yao, from now on, I will be Ji Jiaorao."

Zhong Yao looked at him in a daze and couldn't speak for a moment.

Ji Xiaozhu... No, it's time to call Ji Jiaorao. She turned around and faced the burnt black and gray in the pit, with no sadness in her eyes.

She said calmly: "Let's bury the ashes of parents and fellow villagers here. The oath made by A Yao and I have completed the first step."

The bamboo leaves wrapped around the body floated like falling heroes in the sky, pulling up countless bamboo branches, stirring up the soil beside the pit, and burying the black and gray.

After Ji Jiaorao carved the tombstone and erected it in front of the filled pit, Zhong Yao also recovered some strength.

Using bamboo branches as incense, the two burned bamboos to worship, and the moment they kowtowed, Zhongyao had some sense.

Looking up, the weeds and green bamboos around were originally withering, but this was just the product of Ji Jiaorao's spiritual energy. They could not last long, but it no longer faded and retained a faint emerald color.

A strange force is trying to retain this spiritual energy. Could it be...

Zhongyao looked at Ji Jiaorao with bright eyes: "Would you like to let your parents and fellow villagers be mountain gods? Just like what I did in Ziyuan?"

Jealous Ao Rao widened her eyes: "Is this OK?"
Chapter completed!