Seeing that Ji Yu seemed to be getting angry again, Yu Quan hurriedly ran downstairs with Hua in her arms and walked outside the building. Yu Quan came to the fairy flower in the painting and looked at it, and said helplessly, "It would be a pity if such a good painting is burned. It would be a pity. I would throw it to the outside room. Some colleagues picked it up and collected it, and they would not pay this wonderful ink painting..."

Seeing Yuquan running downstairs, Ji Yu shook his head, frowned slightly between his eyebrows, and said with doubt, "I can also read all the scriptures and pictures of Yuanchen Tower. This painting is obviously like a woman or a gentle man. Those who seek the Tao have strong will and courageous will. There is no Kundao female crown in this Sutra Pavilion, but how can I find such an extra painting? If it weren't for the bright ink, I would have thought it was an illustration of the ancient foreign grass in the scroll of scriptures."

"This painting is a bit wrong, like the clear spirit qi, but it is mixed with the turbid air of men and women, but there is no evil turbid air of demons."

Ji Yu felt familiar in his heart, but he had lost his magic power and could not argue with the qi of the universe. However, as he practiced and read the scriptures for many years, although he could not have the power of supernatural powers, his Taoism was more and more beneficial.

Sometimes it seems like it is a divine and wise, and many things have a slight feeling. This feeling is not the sixth or seventh feeling, but it is a whim. Looking at the breeze, you can know the autumn mood. They are all accumulated by experience. The magic is hard to describe, but there are traces to follow. The immortals call it: Taoism.

Ji Yu just pondered for a while, pressed down his doubts, and went up the third floor to look at the stranger chatting.

The days that followed returned to peace, and Ji Yu's classics were still being reviewed, Yu Quan summarized and sorted out, Ji Yu's sword practices all seasons and cultivated his spirits. Yu Quan was in a mood and occasionally fought with Ji Yu twice.

But Yu He threw away the painting himself, but he always felt inexplicable curiosity in his heart. Yu He was a group of disciples brought by the immortal master of Biyou Palace from overseas. Apart from visiting Penglai to see the crane flying in the sky, he had never seen any other magical things.

I always couldn't stop thinking about the painting that could be placed on the wall by myself. I couldn't sleep at night these days, and I didn't even stop doing morning and evening homework. Yu Quan thought in his heart: "This painting is so magical, and I dare to go to the wall and receive incense with the ancestors. Could it be that some rare treasures in the Heavenly Palace fell into the mortal world? If this is true, wouldn't it be that my opportunity has come to..."

After Yu Quan finished his morning class this day, he couldn't help but feel curious and said hello to Ji Yu and said, "Yu Shu Dao Master... I'll go out for a walk and will be back later."

Ji Yu faced the statue of the ancestor and fell to the cushion. Hearing this, he closed his eyes and waved his hand and said, "Go for yourself... Go for yourself, go for the Jingdiansi, go to the Taixuan Sutra for me..."

Yuquan turned around and agreed, hurried downstairs, first took Ji Yu's note to Jingdiansi to find Jingxuan, and took a large stack of scriptures and walked back.

Walking dozens of steps away from Yuanchen Tower, Ji Yu often practiced swords and threw the scriptures into a willow-leaf forest. He walked around and saw a diamond-shaped crack in the rock. He reached in and touched it. Yu Quan said happily, "This painting is indeed destined to me. I have been in this crack in the rock for several days, and no one has ever taken it away...hehehe."

Yuquan looked around and was afraid that Ji Yu would come to see him, so he lifted the slanting collar of the Taoist robe, rolled the painting, stuffed it into the collar, making it bulging. Yuquan thought about it and hugged a stack of Jingshulei neatly on his chest, just covering his collar, and then walked back to Yuanchen Tower.

As soon as he entered the gate, he saw Ji Yu reading the scriptures on the first floor, muttering and thinking. When Yu Quan saw this, he hurriedly ran upstairs with the scriptures in his arms, placed the scriptures on the desk where Ji Yu usually wrote, and hurried to his room and closed the door.

Yu Quan leaned against the door and quickly took out the painting. It turned out to be the fairy blossoms blooming, lifelike, just like seeing them with his own eyes. After a while, Ji Yu's "Cross...Cross...Cross" sound came from outside. Yu Quan quickly opened the bed and buried the painting in the quilt.

When he opened the door and saw Ji Yu silently reading scriptures on the desk, Yu Quan breathed a sigh of relief and said to Ji Yu as if nothing had happened, "Master Dao... I'll go down to water the flowers first."

Seeing Ji Yu nodding, Yu Quan calmed down and went down the first floor. However, Yu Quan was absent-minded all day long, thinking about the painting in the quilt that seemed to be walking by himself. Yu Quan carried a kettle while watering the bonsai, and thought hysterically:

"Can this painting be an immortal painting? Like the legend of the mortal world, there are gods and fairies living in it. It would be great if it was true. I have been here for so many years and have been in Penglai for quite some time. I haven't seen a god several times. It would be even better if the gods passed on my magic. Hehe... I don't have to keep the precepts and practice..."

Yu Quan couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't be the protagonist in the legend of the gods and monsters. Who did not get the fate of immortals by chance, then cultivate to become immortals, kill demons and eliminate demons, and pass on their names for generations...

As he thought about Yu Quan's mouth, he couldn't help but smile. He was fantasizing about the fact that he was slapped in the head. Yu Quan almost said, "Who is the monster? You dare to pat the head of this immortal." Just as he was about to say, Ji Yu's voice came from behind him, "Hey... Hey, boy, do you want to drown my flower?"

Yu Quan's fantasy was shattered in an instant. When he lowered his head, he saw that the mud and sand in the entire flower pot were soaked in water. He quickly raised the mouth of the pot. Seeing that it was Ji Yu holding the sword behind him, he quickly bowed and said, "Master Dao, you are going to practice swords and box again..."

"Nonsense... Can you practice you if you don't practice swords? It's really, it won't be watered well if you water a flower. This magnolia flower was given by the abbot. If you drowned, you can copy all the books in the Jinglou. If you don't copy them, you won't be able to leave Yuanchenlou until you finish them." Ji Yu rolled his eyes and threatened Yu Quan's words.

When Yu Quan heard that he was going to copy the entire Yuanchen Tower, he was frightened and quickly threw the kettle to try to rescue the magnolia flowers. Ji Yu saw this and smiled teasingly, turning around and leaving, shook his head and sighed, "This kid, isn't Sichun? Why are you absent-minded all day long? If you don't knock it, you may not be able to keep Chu Zhen's ten precepts. If you miss your practice, you will have little trouble and lose your immortality. Alas..."

Ji Yu came to Yuanchen Tower dozens of steps away, in a clearing of willow forests, and first fought two bear Jingniao Shen, and then started practicing swordsmanship.

After years of hard practice, Ji Yu's swordsmanship has long been different from the past. He has moved around, slashed and slashed, and danced the sword like a spinning wheel. The sword light flashed like a wheel, and the water could not be poured in.

At first, the sword momentum was scattered, but then the sword light was weak and could not see its momentum. First, the murderous aura was extremely important and the aura seemed to be fierce. Later, the sword technique became more and more magical.

Although his sword skills have become increasingly sophisticated since he entered Penglai, Ji Yu has never let anyone go, and he doesn't know what to do. However, the rainbow in his hand has become clearer and clearer. In the end, he gradually reaches the realm of transformation. He can draw a sword several times in one breath. As the sword light flashes, the withered flowers and leaves fall to the ground are already two pieces.

In fact, when I was free to read and organize scriptures, Ji Yu also studied and understood, including some travel notes, and read them from time to time.

Especially as he kept reading the Taoist scriptures, Ji Yu gradually sublimated, and there was always a trace of dust in his heart. He became more and more transparent, and he understood the more principles. He realized all kinds of false troubles and was not happy in his heart.

This joy is not about being happy for something, but a kind of thing like the ancient innocent people in the Taoist scriptures, who gradually forget their worries and worries, their hearts are like a mirror, and their natural joy is often in a kind of full spiritual joy from the inside out, and their energy and spirit are becoming stronger and stronger. When they are open, a kind of dry and clear qi gradually arises in the purple palace, slowly sweeping away the inner thief and demons, so that people will not have delusions.

………

Accompanied by Yu Quan's inexplicable sense of expectation, it was time tonight. After the evening class, Ji Yu and the other two played and rested. Yu Quan sat in his clothes and looked out the window with his eyes open and the moonlight slowly rose into the sky.

It is estimated that Ji Yu is asleep. Yu Quan couldn't wait to roll the bedding, took out the "Immortal Painting", and faced the moonlight, Yu Quan murmured to Huaer in a low voice, "Huaxian...Huaxian, come out quickly, I know you are hiding in the painting, Dao Master is already asleep, come out quickly."

Yu Quan shouted for a long time, but she didn't see any reaction from Hua. She touched herself thoughtfully and said, "I see that there is a kind of strange treasure, and there is no need to be urged by the immortal magic spell. As long as the essence and blood are transformed into the strange treasure, you can sacrifice and refine it. Well... it may be like this..."

Yu Quan grinned and bit a small mouth with his right index finger, squeezed it with his left hand, and dripped the blood on the drawing. What was strange was that the blood actually rolled dripping from the paper drawing to the ground.

Yu Quan showed surprise. He touched the "Immortal Painting" with his hands, which was still bright and smooth. Although he couldn't get any blood, Yu Quan was even happier and said confidently, "I guessed it's right. This painting is indeed a strange treasure, and it can actually avoid water... I'm afraid it's a good treasure."

Yu Quan's expression suddenly became stunned, as if he was thinking of something, he hesitant and said, "This painting is so magical, should you share it with Master Dao? After all, Master Dao takes good care of me. If I get the opportunity, I won't forget him..."

"Don't let him know first. Master Dao is an old stubborn person. If he knows this, he might punish me again and give the painting to him. I'd better study the superpowers of this painting first and then let him know. Then he had nothing to say at that time." Yu Quan murmured for a while, then said excitedly:

"If I have any magical powers and magic, I must show off in front of Master Dao, and also slap him in the face... Hehe, I will pass on a few magic techniques to him at that time, which can be regarded as repaying his kindness."

Then Yu Quan secretly pushed open the door and looked out, ran to the statue of the ancestor, bowed for a week and said, "Grandpa, I'll borrow a fire, please don't blame me."

After saying that, he didn't care whether the ancestor agreed or not. Yu Quan slowly pulled over a corner of the painting and placed it on the eternal lamp to burn it. Unexpectedly, the "Immortal Painting" was just placed on the light, and suddenly a fire broke out, and it rose several feet high in a moment.

Yu Quan was frightened, and the whole painting burned instantly, and the flames took advantage of the momentum to rise, and the ancestors were burning. This nameless fire burned, rushing, as if there were ghosts and gods secretly helping him. In a blink of an eye, thick smoke on the entire second floor rolled up.

"Ah... I'm going to fire... I'm going to get up..." Yu Quan panicked and turned around and tried to put out the flames with the table cushion, but he didn't want to fight for a long time but the fire became bigger and bigger.

Yu Quan's whole body was pitch black and was slamming the flames. The collar on the back of his head was pinched by a strong hand, and he pulled Yu Quan downstairs.

Yuquan turned his head and saw that tears were almost falling, but wasn’t it Ji Yu who led him to look for an exit everywhere?

As the fire was getting thick and smoke, Ji Yu opened his eyes in confusion. Hearing Yu Quan shouted, Ji Yu was wearing only a white lining, barefoot, picked up the sword and hurriedly got up and pushed the door open.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw thick smoke rolling everywhere. Yu Quan was slapping the fire with the table. Ji Yu's face changed drastically, and open fires had already risen everywhere. Therefore, he lost his magic power and Chilong had already broken free from the curse seal and escaped. He could not extinguish the fire, and even if he was not good, he would be buried in the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing that Yu Quan was already stunned, Ji Yu didn't care about where the flames came from, so he quickly jumped behind Yu Quan's body, pulled the collar and ran out.

As soon as I reached the stairs, the fire had burned through the wooden board and fell into the first floor. Countless scriptures and treasure scrolls helped the fire, and the flames surged upwards from the stairs.

Seeing this, Ji Yu clamped his dazed Yu Quan under his armpit, pulled his sword out of the sheath, shouted at a wall, kicked the ground barefoot, and slid his somersault with his arms, flew across the sea of ​​fire. As his arms were swinging, several sword lights flashed interlaced, and with a loud bang, Ji Yu clamped Yu Quan's head outward, and his feet were facing backward, almost flying horizontally out of the wall.

The two-foot-thick three-layer hardwood wall with clay sculpture had already been cut out by the sword light. Because the sword was too fast, the hole in the wall was too late to crack, and Ji Yu walked out of the wall with his head. Ji Yu and his two fell down with the broken pieces of wood and earth. Ji Yu hit the ground with his head, and was about to fall into the soil. Ji Yu supported himself with one hand, and rolled up with Yu Quan to remove the falling force.
Chapter completed!