In the booklet obtained by An Zhilu, there are no records of many ways of practicing the Falling View lost. It is only natural that a national teacher's view like the Falling View can learn from the strengths of many schools.
Even in his opinion, it would be abnormal if some powerful methods entered the palace, but the view of depravity would not be obtained.
The students of Songxi Temple are serious and rigorous in their research.
In this booklet, all the records about this Heart Gu are marked in detail, and there are seven places in the content of more than a dozen lines of characters.
Some come from folk histories, some come from literati's scattered notes, some come from ancient books, and some come from local chronicles of Nanzhao.
Based on these sources, the content of the Heart Gu is extremely credible, but there is still no specific method of cultivation and use. It is just mentioned that the secret medicine used by the Poison Gu Sect to feed this Gu insect is Qingdian, and the refining process of this secret medicine seems to be very cruel. There is a note that this secret medicine is even refined by humans, because the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty assigned a group of death row prisoners every year for the monks of the Poison Gu Sect to refine medicine and refine medicine.
At present, there is this indigo-colored powder in the glass bottle in An Zhilu's hand. It is just the amount used and the time interval between feeding. What are the other colors of medicine powder used for? There is no record in this booklet.
But for practitioners, there are some reminders that although this Heart Gu greatly improves the speed of practitioners' practice and has many special uses, the monks who use it sometimes feel a little too extreme and seem a little crazy.
Isn’t this the common posture of those monks of the fallen meditation?
An Zhilu hesitated, but another voice in her mind was heard Xu Tuibei taught her a lesson that day.
He took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and took a piece of wood from the debris beside him, then used his true energy to crack it, took a small one as a wooden spoon, opened the glass bottle and picked a little indigo powder.
He was carrying a little powder on the small wooden piece. As soon as he approached the bottle plug of the strange insect, the insect suddenly became crazy and restless, making all kinds of strange friction sounds.
Since An Zhilu had made up her mind, she no longer hesitated, and calmly put the medicine powder into the holes in the bottle plug little by little.
I saw the insect standing up, a slender blood-red flesh licking like a tongue, licking the powder completely greedily.
After three or four times, An Zhilu felt that the manic intention of the insect was not so obvious, so he carefully covered the glass bottle containing the indigo powder.
When he stopped feeding, the strange insect suddenly became fierce and rubbed the bottle wildly. However, An Zhilu sneered, covered the wooden box directly, and then carefully put it into the hole under the broken statue. Everything was done properly, and even dust was spread on it. There was no trace of moving the statue, so he was relieved to leave the door of the side hall.
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Another morning.
For those who are proud of their youth, every day is too short, and they wish there was endless time every day to have fun.
People who accidentally dream of spring may prefer the long nights to be endless, but for Shangguan Zhaoyi, who dreams every night, every night in Chang'an is an unspeakable torment.
The shower shirt is wet.
When Shangguan Zhaoyi woke up, his bones were soft and he didn't even want to move his toes, but the true energy in her body became more rapid and powerful, and strands of it kept falling under her lower abdomen like living things.
Her cultivation is constantly improving.
The Miaoyuan True Interpretation, which was originally slow to practice, even if she deliberately neglected her practice, she would be much faster than the ordinary monks’ practice under the influence of this Yin Narcissus Sutra.
Looking at the flushing face in the bronze mirror, Shangguan Zhaoyi leaned weakly in front of the dressing table, unable to help but want to cry.
She really wanted to escape from this academy and Chang'an, but she knew that she had now become a cage of golden silk birds.
As long as she wants to escape from Chang'an, the prince who covets her will probably lose the patience of waiting and turn her into a real slut.
She was increasingly unable to control her true energy and could not control her body's intuitive reactions.
She didn't know how long it would take to wait for this torture.
Although he dreamed of those green eyes every night, his face only existed in his imagination and was always very hazy.
The most terrifying thing is that there was a moment last night that she woke up from her dream in a horror. Because the clouds and mists were disturbed, the green eyes almost turned into the face of the prince!
Absolutely not possible!
Her shoulders couldn't help but tremble.
She was really worried that her willpower could not withstand such torture, and she was really worried that in the future dream, the mist would completely dissipate, and then the face that appeared became the face she hated the most, but she couldn't control her joy under the body of that face.
At that time, I was really devastated, right?
She laid in front of the dressing table for a long time, but she never combed her long hair.
After she got up, she sat in front of the cushion by the window for a long time. She gradually couldn't help but complain about her bad life and why the young man hadn't come to Chang'an yet.
It was already past breakfast, but she had no appetite.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the quiet road, and then a woman whispered outside the building: "Zhaoyi, an official from the Taishi Bureau asked someone to send a letter and a volume of things."
Because she was afraid that someone would come over at night and hear some unbearable sounds, she specifically told her that she had been in seclusion and practiced during this period, and only her maid could approach the bamboo building during the day.
Hearing the three words "Taishi Bureau", her dazed eyes instantly showed her spirit. She quickly got up, went downstairs to open the door, took the things handed in by the maid, and quickly closed the door and went upstairs.
She opened the letter sent by the official from the Taishi Bureau, and just glanced at it, and her heart suddenly beat violently.
The official from the Taishi Bureau said politely in the letter that Yan Li, the best painter in Chang'an, happened to be a guest at his mansion yesterday. After three rounds of wine and talked about the battle of Heishawa, Yan Li heard the young hero guarding the lonely city with one sword. Especially when he heard that in order to save Xu Tuibe, he was alone in confrontation with the Tubo general Gesang. He was in a state of great excitement, so he took the initiative to help Green Eyes draw a portrait. He was afraid that his description would not be accurate enough, so he quickly invited the Taishi Bureau and another colleague who was trapped in Heishawa to his home. The two carefully described it for half a night. The painter Yan's pen was shocking and the last painting was both like the young man. His magical painting skills were so amazing that he admired him. He knew that Shangguan Zhaoyi also liked calligraphy and painting very much on weekdays, so he sent the painting to Shangguan Zhaoyi for a look.
Portrait of Master Yan.
The green eyes are drawn!
Shangguan Zhaoyi was afraid that she would have hallucinations, so she read them carefully word by word. The moment she read the letter, she almost fainted after reading it.
As she unfolded the scroll, every finger couldn't help but tremble.
The scroll slowly unfolded, and when it was fully displayed in front of her, she could hardly help but let out a happy moan.
A young man with a not-sized figure stood in a very cold and calm manner on the avenue in the city.
Behind him was the kneeling body of Gesang, the Tubo army that left sadly.
His eyes were not as green as she dreamed, and his eyebrows were not as handsome as they were at first sight, but his demeanor and the quiet and powerful aura were vividly revealed on the paper.
The more she read, the more she liked it, and the more she looked, the more she couldn't breathe.
She looked at it for a long time, closed her eyes, and felt that the young man's eyebrows were deeply imprinted in her mind.
It's really what I imagined.
She smiled secretly and suddenly wanted to go to bed and get some sleep.
...
The third prince changed into a stone-blue regular dress. The regular dress had five-clawed dragon patterns on both shoulders, both sides of the front and back. These two patterns could not appear in the dark, but under the sunlight, they would appear golden, appearing majestic and luxurious.
He was very confident in his appearance, so he just combed his hair to a slight tangle, and there was no special cleaning of the rest.
People like him, even if they don’t bring any accessories, any girl or woman who sees his extremely upright figure and looks extremely masculine face, should have a thought in her heart, and she looks like a man.
He got on a carriage, and under the escort of two other carriages, he slowly headed towards Shishan Academy.
Calculate the time when Shangguan Zhaoyi entered the sixth rank, the third prince arrogantly thought that the method of killing eagles was almost the same.
Whether in the palace or in the military camps everywhere, there are special people who can kill the eagle.
The process of slaughtering an eagle is not complicated. You can first catch a young eagle that is underage. This eagle must not be full of wings and cannot have its own world.
The Eagleman will tie the claws of the eagle, let it stay in a special room, place it on a thick hemp rope, and then place clear water and beef not far from it.
The goshawk standing on the hemp rope sways and cannot rest. The eagle-boiler will "shake the eagle" from time to time, and make various beasts howls and some unique commands, constantly creating a sense of oppression, causing the hungry goshawk to gradually lose its fighting spirit.
When the goshawk finally became extremely listless, his eyes became pitiful. After eating the meat given by the oxidant, he even allowed the oxidant to touch its head, the oxidant was already considered a success.
Next, it is just to train it to adapt to the master's call, so that after every hunting, if it has a piece of meat to eat, it will obey its master's orders more and more, no longer struggle, and gradually become absolutely obedient and loyal to its master.
Shangguan Zhaoyi naturally would not surrender easily.
But the more she is clean she is, the more she can only imprison herself in that bamboo building.
As the true energy invades day and night, her spirit should be extremely depressed today.
Then you can enter the next stage of suffering.
He sent himself to Shangguan Zhaoyi.
For Shangguan Zhaoyi, he is now like the delicious tender meat placed by the eagle man in front of the goshawk.
But he wanted Shangguan Zhaoyi to see it, but he couldn't eat it.
To make her more and more hungry, completely destroy the little will she left.
When she completely falls and takes the initiative to beg for her dual cultivation and ask for it, then he will use a little sweetness and slowly tame her, and eventually turn her into an absolutely loyal female slave.
During the exchange of power, Pei Yunhua, who took the initiative to deliver it to the door, could not satisfy his desire to conquer.
Only by conquering Shangguan Zhaoyi, a goddess that all the young men dream of in Chang'an and Luoyang, can he have a strong sense of pleasure.
Those young talents who consider themselves very high may want to lick the goddess' feet, but when they think that such a goddess can even lie in front of him like a dog and let him play with it, the true energy in his body will be more and more surging.
His toes were itchy.
But he naturally understood the principle of playing hard to get. Before Shangguan Zhaoyi was completely tamed, if he acted too vulgar and lewd in front of someone like her, it would definitely have the opposite effect and prolong her struggle.
He knows these girls in Shishan Academy very well.
In front of them, you must be more knowledgeable, elegant, gentle and considerate.
You must even be very low-key and only show some uniqueness inadvertently.
So when he arrived at Shishan Academy and walked along the stone path towards the quiet bamboo building, he even deliberately narrowed his steps, and even the sound of his footsteps was particularly gentle.
When the one who passed on the news returned and asked him to enter the bamboo building, he always maintained a humble smile.
Shangguan Zhaoyi’s clear water noodle did not have any makeup.
But her jade face comes with peach blossoms, which looks amazingly gorgeous as if she was given rouge and powder.
In fact, just at this moment, the third prince's heartbeat accelerated a little, but his eyes were very restrained and did not stop at any part of her body.
He just smiled and looked at the tea case in front of her.
I just looked up and looked her pupils at times.
"It's been a month since I saw Zhaoyi. This time I happened to go on a tour. I passed by Shishan Academy and happened to get a good painting. I thought to bring it to you for a look."
Shangguan Zhaoyi looked at the pretending prince in front of her. The hatred and disgust in her heart were almost overflowing, but her face still had the faint look of the past.
You pretend, I pretend.
She even pretended to be shy occasionally and smiled occasionally.
When she heard the third prince talk about painting, she was slightly stunned. What day is today? Why did the third prince also bring paintings?
She was a little interested, smiled slightly, and said, "It is naturally a great thing for the third prince to take action. I wonder what painting it is?"
The third prince was immediately proud when he heard this, but he reminded himself to be low-key and elegant.
He also smiled and said, "This is a painting by Hu Shanren, the master of Hu. Hu Da painter became famous for painting bamboo and cicadas. But everyone knows that among his bamboo paintings, autumn bamboo is especially wonderful. My scroll is just his new autumn bamboo picture."
"The autumn bamboo picture of Master Hu is hard to find. It is said that the Jin family had a banquet to give gold to him before and wanted to get a autumn bamboo picture, but the man from Hu Shan pretended to be drunk and only drew a few stones in the bamboo forest." Shangguan Zhaoyi pretended to be happy, but his heart was filled with mushyness. What a bullshit prince or autumn bamboo picture. Can the autumn bamboo picture be better than the portrait of Master Yan? What's more, Master Yan painted the green eyes.
Get out of here!
"Just like Zhaoyi, I'll unfold it for you." The third prince smiled and unbuttoned the lace of the scroll and slowly unfolded the scroll.
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Shangguan Zhaoyi cursed in his heart, and he was still silly unfolding a painting.
However, she still looked like a fairy on her face, and she even pretended to look at the autumn bamboo picture to see it in a fascinating way.
"The third prince, this autumn bamboo is deeply charming. The autumn bamboo of Master Hu is really the best in the world."
"It's good if Zhaoyi, you like it."
"This..." Shangguan Zhaoyi suddenly frowned slightly.
The third prince was slightly stunned, "What?"
Shangguan Zhaoyi said, "I have always been sleepy recently and have a little dizzy."
The third prince pondered and said, "Then Zhaoyi, you have a good rest first and come when I have time."
Shangguan Zhaoyi said softly: "Thank you, the third prince."
"Some small things are so important." The third prince stood up and almost got carried away and said what he wanted. What would you thank? You will still lick my feet then.
When he left the bamboo building and walked on the stone path, his complacency could not be concealed and turned into a bright smile on his face.
Can't stand it anymore, girl.
My masculinity has nowhere to rest.
My damn charm.
I just want to leave, otherwise I will lose my composure, right?
When is it that I am actually tired? I am afraid I can't help but leave traces of my dreams?
"Hahaha!"
The third prince finally couldn't help laughing three times in the carriage.
What he didn't know was that as soon as the bamboo house gate was closed, Shangguan Zhaoyi's expression changed and he instantly became as cold as frost.
She looked at the unfolding autumn bamboo picture and couldn't help but almost spit out a saliva.
But thinking that this painting is indeed of amazing value and may be of great use in the future, she resisted her disgust, rolled up the scroll, and threw it into the bookcase on one side.
Then she suddenly turned red and turned back to the room, looking at the painting in a daze.
The officials of the Taishi Bureau are really talented.
It was said that she was happy to paint, but in fact, she asked about the green eyes several times, and I was probably guessing that she had something to do with the green eyes.
Which girl doesn't love such a hero?
The more she looks at it, the more she likes it.
This is the world's number one painter and the world's number one painter.
Chapter completed!