Section 17: Pu

Zuo Mo Youyou woke up and his head was still a little painful, but compared with the pain of being cut off all over his body, it was much easier.

Thinking of what happened before his coma, his face suddenly changed.

He was a clear-minded person. With a clear mind, he had a very clear thinking and quickly thought through the causes and consequences. He almost didn't have to think about it. It must be the black dandelion seed.

It is the one who releases the sword intent, and it is him who threatens himself.

Thinking of this, Zuo Mo's heart was suddenly filled with anger.

I actually cheated on my brother, and I just don’t want to live anymore!

He suddenly thought of what he seemed to say before he fell into a coma, and his face changed slightly. Could it be that he hadn't held on and surrendered?

When he thought of this, he quickly calmed down and entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as he entered the sea of ​​consciousness, he was stunned.

On the rolling hills are full of lush ancient trees, and the grass is like a green blanket, in pieces. The fine wild flowers are mixed among the green grass, making it more vivid.

It feels like walking into the forest.

Before, my sea of ​​consciousness was just a void, and now this vivid picture...

Zuo Mo stayed there completely, and the scene in front of him was far beyond his understanding.

Walking blankly on the grass, feeling the softness of the grass and the smell of the grass from the soles of her feet, and sniffing it lightly at the tip of her nose. Zuo Mo was vague, he was just a low-level cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

When his eyes were set on a hill without trees, he immediately came back to his senses from his trance.

Running towards the hill.

On the hill, a man in black sat on a stone tablet, surrounded by black clouds, one hand on his leg and the other hand on his chin, looking relaxed and comfortable.

When you get closer, Zuo Mo sees the man in black clearly.

Perfect face!

Zuo Mo never thought that men would be so handsome. A neutral face, a high nose bridge, a shiny black hair covering the left eye, a narrow and long right eye, a faint red pupil like a bottomless blood abyss, and a thin and wide lips with a light but evil arc. There was a yellow red copper ring hanging on each ear, and the wide black clothes were soft and smooth, like his hair, with a black luster, and it was pressed against him, revealing a strange charm.

For a moment, Zuo Mo Dai stood there, not knowing what to say. He was just an ordinary disciple of a small sect. When did he see such an outstanding person?

"My name is Pu." A pleasant and gentle voice, he held his chin and stared at Zuo Mo with interest, and the arc at the corner of his mouth became more obvious: "What's your name?"

"Zuo Mo." He replied blankly, he was dreaming. Pu just sat casually, but all the light in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be sucked away by him. None of the female disciples of Dongfeng that Zuo Mo had seen looked better than Pu.

When a man grows up to this point, he should cry.

When this idea came out, Zuo Mo also came to his senses. Pu's aura, full of charming and stunning, was suddenly shattered by this nonsensical idea.

It seemed as if he noticed that Zuo Mo came to his senses. Pu smiled lightly, without any displeasure, and still used his voice like a zither string: "It seems that we will be together for a long time, but I believe we will get along happily. Oh, by the way, this is for you."

Pu threw a light ball to Zuo Mo casually, and countless symbols flowed on the surface of the light ball.

"What is this?" Zuo Mo subconsciously caught the light ball.

boom.

He felt like he was struck by lightning, his body stiffened, and his mind was suddenly stuffed with digits, flowing endlessly.

"[Feal breathing and refining the spirit] is just a small thing that can repair the spiritual consciousness, even if it is a gift for a meeting." Pu Yong said lazy: "Although I want to eat and live for free, there is no way. Who told you that the sea of ​​consciousness is broken, so that I can repair the sea of ​​consciousness as soon as possible, so as not to find a place again."

He waved his hand gracefully, and Zuo Mo, who was standing there, only felt his body tightening. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had retreated from his sea of ​​consciousness.

He suddenly felt a little scared in his heart, and Pu seemed to be even more powerful than he imagined. Such an uncontrolled person was in his sea of ​​consciousness, not right, he was controlling his sea of ​​consciousness! Zuo Mo, who had obtained the [Feal Breath Refining God], had no joy at all, and fear spread in his body like a snake venom.

He swallowed with some difficulty, forcing his fear to suppress his heart. He was thinking about what he could do.

Report to the master?

In the past two years, he has only seen the head of the sect once, which is the time when he was picked up by the sect and opened his eyes. As for the other teachers and uncles, he has never seen him at all.

His biggest concern was another guess.

He was very suspicious that Pu was most likely a demon!

Such a beautiful demon made him feel a little unbelievable, but for some reason, this suspicion was like a maggot attached to the bone, staring firmly in his mind, and could not be removed.

Zuo Mo has never seen a demon. All his concepts of demons come from Yingui. It seems that when the demon is mentioned, it is killing, death and bloodshed. But he still knows the relationship between demons and cultivators' natural enemies. Eliminating demons is the obligation of every cultivator, no matter where the cultivator is.

However, Zuo Mo is just an introductory practitioner who has just reached the eighth level of Qi Refining. Not to mention destroying demons, it is estimated that demons will not bother to destroy him.

What made him even more worried was that once others knew that there was a demon in his body, he would definitely be defeated by the demons and guarding the way, and he would not even be left with a scum. In the eyes of those advanced cultivators, he was a cultivator of the eighth level of Qi refining, and he was not even a cannon fodder.

Maybe, I will throw myself directly into the alchemy furnace and refine some demons...

He couldn't help but shivered, his heart pounding, and quickly stopped these terrible guesses.

In a daze, for two consecutive days, Zuo Mo seemed to be in the world.

[Feal Breath Refining God] Of course, you have to practice it, otherwise, before being damaged by Pu Yao, you will be disabled first. Pu Yao, this is the definition Zuo Mo renamed Pu. No matter whether he is a demon or not, just what he looks like is enough to be the word demon.

The effect was very good. In a few days, his spiritual consciousness improved by half, but Zuo Mo did not feel any gratitude to Pu Yao. Because he remembered that the reason why his spiritual consciousness was injured was that Pu Yao was doing it.

These days, he has not gone to the sea of ​​consciousness again.

If the deepest impression that Pu Yao left on Zuo Mo at first glance was monster, then now monster has turned into evil!

What exactly does this guy want to do?

This is the root of true fear!

Zuo Mo soon discovered that his life had become extremely bad. For a cultivator who just intends to be a spiritual planting husband, life is the most important thing.

He decided to talk to Pu Yao.

Like last time, Pu was sitting leisurely on the stone tablet, still wearing black clothes. Seeing Zuo Mo, he smiled. The smile in the dark clouds made him look full of evil. The speculation that Pu was a demon emerged again involuntarily.

Zuo Mo's heart trembled. He was not lacking in courage, but when the other party was under absolute control, he would not do such a stupid behavior as courage. He suddenly noticed the stone tablet under Pu, and the half-man-high stone tablet was surrounded by black clouds. When he accidentally swept to the surface of the stone tablet, he couldn't help but stagnate.

grave!

This is a tomb!

It's not a stone tablet, it's a tombstone!

He was shocked and his heartbeat accelerated a little.

"What? Want to chat with me?" His lazy voice, I don't know if this tombstone is a ghost. Zuo Mo always felt that Pu's voice was filled with coldness, which could easily penetrate into people's hearts.

Zuo Mo calmed down and a flattering smile appeared on his face: "Brother, look, I have such a low cultivation level, I am so thin that I have enough bones, and I don't have a few kilograms of meat, so it's not delicious."

"Eat?" Pu suddenly smiled, opened his crimson right pupil, and said leisurely: "Well, it's a bit old. There are many things to pay attention to in the best human flesh. The sixteen or seventeen girls are the best, the meat is tender and the bones are crispy, tsk."

The scarlet tongue licked his lips, his expression full of aftertaste.

Zuo Mo was frightened when he saw it. He forced a smile and said, "Yes, yes, do you think you are changing someone?"

"Substitution?" Pu tilted his head and stared at Zuo Mo: "What? Are you unhappy? Do you think I have taken up your place?"

Being stared straight at Pu's deep red right pupil, Zuo Mo's heart was filled with coldness and shook his hand repeatedly: "No, no! This is my honor! Honor!"

As if satisfied with Zuo Mo's answer, Pu retreated his gaze, closed his right eye again, and said carelessly: "How many Golden Elixir Stages do you have in this generation of disciples? Ten?"

Left Mo shook his head.

“Eight?”

Zuo Mo continued to shake his head.

“Five?”

Zuo Mo finally couldn't help it. He felt that the other party was making fun of him: "No one. The senior brother of the same generation has the highest cultivation level at the end of the foundation building."

The expression of a dazed expression appeared on Pu's face with his right eye slightly closed for the first time, which made Zuo Mo very proud.

After a while, Pu shook his head and sighed: "No wonder you are so bad."

Zuo Mo almost vomited blood.

Pu opened his eyes and his eyes fell on Zuo Mo again. He looked up and down, held his chin with his hand, and said to himself: "The body is too weak, and only the bones can barely get along, huh?"

The other party commented on himself as if he was scrutinizing an object, which made Zuo Mo feel very uncomfortable, but Pu's "Huh" made his heart suddenly jump.

"Is there any problem?" he asked urgently. He knew that his body was not normal, his zombie-like stiff face, and the dream that had appeared countless times, were standing in his heart like a thorn.

Pu raised his head, and his forehead almost covered half of his left face. The unblocked Chihong right pupil glanced at Zuo Mo's face, and raised the corners of his mouth: "No problem."

"Okay, although you are so bad, you are not so bad that you can't help but." Pu returned to his lazy tone.

"What I want to ask is..." Zuo Mo decided to show off with Pu, and he wanted to figure out what Pu wanted to do.

"Oh, by the way." Pu interrupted Zuo Mo. He narrowed his blood-red right eye and raised his thin lips to the side: "[Feal Breath Refining God], start practicing. How is it? The effect is not bad? I almost forgot to tell you that [Feal Breath Refining God] is good, but there is one problem."

Zuo Mo's heart hopped suddenly, and he had an unknown premonition.

"[Feal Breath Refining God] Once you start practicing, you cannot stop. It is said that if you haven't reached the level of one baby breath for three months, there will be some minor problems."

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and picked the corners of his mouth higher, and his bright red pupils seemed to be brighter: "Actually, it's just a little pain like blood rushing. Well, do you know, I used to have a very creative friend who was in charge of prison."

Pu tells it like a story.

"Once, he encountered a very tough thorn. He tried his best to pry the guy's mouth, so he asked for this mental method from me. He sent a subordinate to disguise himself as a prisoner and approached the guy. Then, through his subordinate's mouth, he taught him this magic trick. Well, you have to know, I have always admired him, creative and patient."

He said with some excitement: "It's a pity that the prisoner is not talented. He has not been able to make a breath for three months. Well, I always feel that it must be my friend who deliberately missed a sentence or two."

"What happened later?" Zuo Mo asked tremblingly.

"Later?" Pu's smile became even brighter: "It took three months and one day to call him, but my friend was soft-hearted and did not kill him. He hanged for three months in one breath, begging my friend to kill him every day. He listened to such a delicate and gentle wail, what a pleasure! It is said that when he died, his soul exploded like fireworks, which was so beautiful."

The bone-bone chill spread along Zuomo's whole body.

His pitiful nerves were like springs that were pressed to the extreme, and all the accumulated anger exploded suddenly. He lost his mind on the spot and howled and rushed towards Pu - "You perverted shemale! You are fighting with you!"
Chapter completed!