Knowing that there was a weapon spirit here, the Ninth Sect Master knew what to do next.
He input spiritual power and forced the weapon spirit inside to come out.
Amidst the aroma of wine and the white mist from the mouth of the pot, it fell to the ground, and it turned out to be a beautiful couch, with one side high and one low undulating naturally. White mist sprayed on the couch, and an extremely graceful female figure gradually solidified.
Flower moon face, snow-white skin, veil covering the body.
Only one layer of burgundy tulle!
In other words, it is just a wide-sleeved gown made of a layer of tulle, tied loosely, with a black half-updo, and the radiance flows lazily along the lines of the body. Fortunately, it's not transparent.
Everyone: "."
Oh, they all looked at the nine sect leaders: You're done!
Beads of sweat as big as peas rolled down from the forehead of the nine sect leaders. This is really a huge injustice!
"I'm not, not me - you bear witness to me - Hu Qing, this jug is yours!"
Stare, it's yours!
Hu Qing: "."
Because I am a junior and a woman, can I easily pass the blame?
The woman's drunken and long slanting eyes swept over her. The few raised eyelashes at the end of her eyes were like wind, making her hands and feet feel cold and her heart warm. The rosy and plump cherry mouth opened to reveal soft and waxy texture. Nuo: "Of course the slave family belongs to you~"
Hu Qing shuddered.
The Ninth Sect Leader jumped back.
The woman got up drunk and staggered over, smiling three times with each step and growing drunken lotuses with each step. Even though Hu Qing was a woman, she blushed and her heart skipped a beat, especially when the fragrant and soft person fell into her arms. She held her in her arms and felt the extraordinary softness in her arms, hiss——
“Are you a weapon spirit or a spirit?”
The woman put her arms around her neck, her eyes were red, whether she was drunk or aggrieved, she looked straight at her: "Without good wine, the slave family will die."
Hu Qing smiled, Pulling her arms apart: "Stand still, I don't have this hobby."
The woman didn’t believe it: “That woman in the past liked the slave family like this.”
Crowd: “.”
Hu Qing pinched her arm: “It’s definitely not a ghost, nor a ghost.” The weapon spirit is a spirit? Can wine turn into a spirit?"
The woman smiled and twisted around, as if her arms were full of flesh, and said, "The slave is a wine fairy."
Hu Qing: "Say. Human words.”
A trace of coercion came over, and the woman's face turned pale, she calmed down a lot, stood upright and replied: "The slave family is the desire collected by the Nine Turns of the Universe pot, which is transformed by the smell of wine and spiritual power. It is a spirit."
Everyone, look. Look at me, wine can arouse desire, and desire can take shape. No wonder every move, every move, every smile of this spirit arouses people's hearts. It turns out that she is the desire in people's hearts.
It’s just——what’s the use.
When it comes to desire, immortals have three ways to deal with it: one is to abandon it, the other is to indulge, and the third is to let things take their own course. It will not be affected after abandoning it, it will not be affected after indulgence, and it will not be affected after letting it take its course for a long time.
In short, no one wants to be controlled by desire - rationally speaking.
The Nine Sects and Nine Clans have chosen the third method. With the constraints of the Demon Realm battlefield and high-intensity training on weekdays, everyone has less thoughts when practicing martial arts. Desire is not as strong as strength.
They all thought this thing was useless and gave Hu Qing a wink: You can handle it yourself.
Hu Qing didn’t want it either, she was very busy, she was from the powerful generation, had a hard life, and was destined to work hard all her life, to indulge in pleasure and indulgence, and to ruin the next generation and even the next generation.
Send her to Hu Nuan?
“Where were you hiding before and how come you were not discovered?”
The woman blinked: "I was sleeping in the pot. Maybe it was because I lost my form and was not discovered? I woke up after being nourished by enough alcohol and spiritual power."
Ninth Sect Leader: Oh, so it turns out In this way, losing form is almost like non-existence, so I didn't notice it. It’s just that this spirit’s strength is too low. So what's the use? It's better to raise a wine bug to help make wine.
Hu Qingxin: "What are your abilities?"
The woman said: "It makes people happy."
"." Hu Qingxin said, it's good, the world of immortals and demons The alcohol market in China is still huge because drunk driving is not checked here. Anyone can fly in the sky at will. This is the advantage of a vast territory and a small population.
“You go back and wait for arrangements.”
Woman: “I can add flavor to the wine.”
“Very good, go back first.”
The woman and the couch behind turned into white mist and got back into the wine pot. The wine pot still looked like a turtle shell with a few pieces of deflated belly. Old, dull, unremarkable. Who would have thought that such a beauty lived inside.
"Hu Qing, hurry up and let your Ninth Sect Leader take a closer look. If something comes out of it one day, he won't be able to explain it with all his words, and he won't be able to go back even if he has a home."
Everyone makes fun of the Ninth Sect Master. The Ninth Sect Master is very sinister. After buying this one and that one, he will keep silent.
Hu Qing was sure that the female spirit could not hear outside the wine pot, and said with a smile: "Okay, I will check this thoroughly, not even the mouse holes will be missed."
There was no mouse hole, but Hu Qing found something that made her feel unusual.
A small brass button seal with a square bottom and a simple animal shape on top, no more than three inches high. The rust is very thick and it is impossible to tell what the animal shape is.
Everyone watched in amazement: "These imperial seals are really - invisible to all living beings."
This thing is too small to even sit on the corner of the table. Are you sure it's the Emperor's Seal?
Hu Qing was unsure and encouraged the Ninth Sect Master: "You can drop a drop of blood and try it."
What a novel first experience, the Ninth Sect Master raised his finger without hesitation: "Let's all try it. ."
Hu Qing: "I am the last one."
Fate or something, you still have to struggle, what if you escape it? What if fate changes its mind halfway?
A drop of blood burns the consciousness. From the ninth sect leader to the great sect leader, and then from the great clan leader to the ninth clan leader, they all failed.
Hu Qing stood at the back and refused to come forward: "Maybe it is just an ordinary thing."
The Sixth Sect Leader held the ruler-long thin needle: "Do you want me to bleed you?"
Hu Qing had no choice but to step forward, bite his finger, pick at the rope to squeeze out half a drop of blood, and wipe it on the button seal very quickly and lightly.
"No reaction, no."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little button suddenly twisted, bent down, kicked and shook its head like a soft living creature. Amidst the crackling and crackling sounds, the surface layer It broke into pieces and fell to the ground. The brand-new little button raised its head, flew to Hu Qing's eyes, and popped into the center of her eyebrows.
Before anyone could say anything, a group of people emerged from between Hu Qing’s brows. The little seal flies in front, the jade drum and the ice crystal chase after it, and the stone blocks them at the side.
The fight started.
Hu Qing felt an old-fashioned loneliness: "Why on earth? What is good about me?"
When she is narcissistic, she thinks she is the best in the world, but she really knows that she is just an ordinary person. If it was extraordinary, it was all designed for her by the invisible and intangible fate.
With her own weight, is she worthy of fate’s design for her? Could it be that—her parents are gods? Is she actually the second generation god? Going down to earth to experience calamity?
Everyone accepted it better than she did, and they chatted with each other with interest. It was the first time they saw the emperor's seal fighting, and it was no different from children's wrestling.
The situation on the field was very balanced. After all, there were two Immortal Emperor Seals, exactly two against two, and the result was a draw as expected.
The four of them lined up to leave, already as close as a family.
"Hu Qing, can you feel the way of heaven within our inches now?"
Eighteen hearts were so excited that the counterattack plan was launched in minutes.
Hu Qing looked at them dumbly: "It's not Cunzhong, it's Qilin." (End of Chapter)