On the other side, the pig woke up.

When he woke up, he felt that his body was much better, and the tiny scars in his body were gradually healing.

He lay on a large bed with a thick velvet blanket. This velvet blanket has thick white fluff, not like some kind of fur, but like some kind of plant.

Everything in the room was exquisite, with delicate and elegant gauze curtains hanging on the walls, and the walls and pillars were transparent crystals.

Gouzhu barely got up. Although his body recovered well, it was still a bit weak to stand up and walk.

Especially dizziness, it was just one after another. At first he thought it was dizziness caused by his insufficient qi and blood. Later, he found that the entire ground was constantly shaking and tilting. But he was gradually adapting.

When he approached, he found that these things that looked like crystal were actually ice cubes. The beds and walls were made of ice cubes. This was an igloo.

The temperature in the room was very low, but it felt very warm, as bright as day. The light source was a huge white jade-like egg in the middle of the room, about half a person tall. When you touch it, it emitted a warmth that made him feel comfortable.

This is not the warmth of the temperature rise. The hook pig can feel that in addition to the bright white light, there is also pure yang spiritual energy emitted from this egg and transmitted into the body through the hands he touched.

This pure yang energy mass is scattered in a cold room, making people feel quite comfortable. At the same time, the room is still cold, and the room made of ice will not melt at all.

But he is not short of pure yang true qi. He can decompose bitter and cold poison at any time to produce pure yang true qi. But he does not have a basic pill, so he cannot produce pure yang dan. He doesn't know how to make the 19th come alive if only pure yang true qi is.

Although the nineteenth design is designed to drive as long as there is pure yang spiritual energy, it is not possible to input it at will. It is like everything that contains energy. People can only eat food and live, but they will still die after eating gunpowder.

"Wen Ruxue..." Gou Zhu suddenly remembered that it was this person who brought her here.

This place is called Jiming Palace, which sounds related to Jiming Grass. Perhaps the spiritual seeds of Jiming Grass are preserved here.

He was not very interested in the spirit seeds of the Jiming Grass. This thing sounds very dangerous. The most important thing to practice Taoism is to be his, and it is his. If it is obviously not his turn to force it, he is worried that stealing chickens will not lead to losing rice and destroying his existing Taoist practice will be dangerous.

What he needs most is the Pure Yang Pill. The woman named Wen Ruxue looks very unusual. This bright giant orb is a magic weapon that exudes pure Yang spiritual energy. To maintain this kind of thing, maybe she has a lot of Pure Yang Pill reserves.

"Oh, Zunke has finally woken up!"

As soon as the white door curtain was lifted, a person flashed into the door. She was wearing a plain moon-white dress, wearing a blue patterned marquis that was common to the maid, and holding an ice bowl in her hand.

When Gouzhu saw her face, he was shocked.

Her face was originally the same as that of an ordinary girl, but the material was the same as this wall, like a transparent crystal. When she looked at it, there was a blur of white mist inside. The cold breath came out with her voice, and it really smelled of breathless and frozen.

Seeing the face of Gouzhu change, she pouted mischievously and said, "Are you really the Master Yuanyang? You don't even know about Xuanbing's fake body?"

Venerable... This is the first time I enjoyed the title of Gouzhu. Among the monks of Xuanmen, only those who respect the other party will use this title.

Gouzhu has heard that some monks with great magical powers can condense their own false body after the body of a monk. The so-called Xuanbing false body is a "fake body" caused by the Xuanyin energy solidifying the water vapor in the air, ice as the body, water as blood, and locking the soul. But this is the first time I saw it.

The false body cannot prolong life. The life span is not caused by the physical body, but by the karma of cause and effect. Even if the monks who are about to die of life span will still be driven by karma and age quickly even if they are replaced by the false body.

Gouzhu smiled embarrassedly. He said that, it was rare and strange.

"Sister Xue told me that if the Venerable wakes up, he will definitely have to drink this bowl of soup."

In her hand, the ice bowl was filled with a bowl of amber soup, a smell of medicine and heating came over the shop, and immediately filled the entire room.

The pig is not

If you think about it, take it directly. If Wen Ruxue wants to harm him, just take action while he is injured. There is no need to wait until now to pretend.

After this bowl of soup, Gouzhu felt warm in his body. The originally listless true energy suddenly injected into his body with a magical power, and he felt that his whole body was awake, and the scratches caused by countless thorns in his body began to heal faster.

"This Xueyu Jigen Soup is the most important thing to promote blood circulation and muscle production, nourish and hurt the body. I am still afraid that the guests will not dare to drink it."

"This is given by my life-saving benefactor. I dare not drink anything. Even if I poison me, it will be the same as if I didn't save me." Gouzhu thought very happily.

The maid with Xuanbing's body smiled faintly, "Zunke is joking. My sister Xue is a great charity, how could she not save her? She told her that when Zunke woke up and took the medicine, Xiaotian took Zunke to Wangxue Pavilion to see her."

The maid was named Xiaotian. She took the ice bowl used by the pig into the palm of her hand. The ice bowl immediately turned into a pool of clear water in front of her eyes, and penetrated into her palm, and disappeared.

"Please follow me." She turned around. Although she was in the body of Xuanbing, her slim figure was no less than the swaying female cultivators of the Qingyu Palace.

Gouzhu was about to meet the owner here to exchange for a few Pure Yang Pills to save No. 19's life, so he followed Xiaotian closely.

Outside the door, there is a long corridor. On the other side of the corridor are many windows connected together. The window is not covered with paper, but transparent thin ice. The night sky outside the window is covered with clouds, covering the light of stars and moons. The snow is flying, and the wind is howling. The wind blows the sand of many windows.

Sometimes strong winds also come in through the gaps, rolling snowflakes and falling on the ground in the corridor.

The ground here is not an ice surface, but a kind of wood with wax and many patterns like veins. It is like a leaf, which is magnified countless times and the effect you see.

This entire Jiming Palace should be the sprouts of the big silver fir tree. However, someone used his great magical power to build rooms and corridors for people to live on it.

This corridor seems to be on the outer periphery of the Jiming Palace, moving upwards in a spiral direction. From time to time, some men and women monks wearing Taoist robes and other costumes walked by. Their clothes were not much different from those of the Xuanmen monks outside, but each of them was full of Xuanbing fake bodies.

When they saw the pig, they all held an envious expression and respectful look.

Of course, the body of Gouzhu is given by his parents and is melted by his flesh and blood. It is no wonder they envious. Compared with the Xuanbing fake body, there are too many benefits of having a Yuanyang real body, which is hard to describe.

He greeted him all the way, Gouzhu found that these monks with Xuanbing fake bodies were humble and polite, and respectfully called him: "Zuan Yang Venerable."

Gouzhu had to give the gift politely and politely, thinking that my stinky skin has become a rare product when I got here?

"Why are the people here all Xuanbing fake?" he asked.

It turns out that all the Xuanbing fake cultivators here, including Xiao Tian beside him, are not humans, but demon cultivators.

This immortal tree species in the Chuangong Tower is full of vitality. Over the past five hundred years, sentient beings have been constantly driven by karma and born in this world. They are either foxes and wolves, rats and rabbits, insects and ants, or fish and shrimps. These sentient beings either die forever or die sooner or later.

But on this big silver fir tree, the owner of the Jiming Palace, Sister Xue, hates the cycle of life and death the most. Whenever there are undead near this tree, she will lead her to it with her magical powers, give her a false body of Xuanbing, and turn into a human form, and then follow her to practice and become her disciple.

But she doesn't like to call herself a teacher, and everyone calls her Sister Xue.

Five hundred years have passed, and this Jiming Palace has actually become a Xuanmen sect. It is just not known to the world.
Chapter completed!