Deng Chanyu coughed, feeling that Yuan Feng didn't mind this thing. The one who was hungry to the point of desperation would even eat stones, let alone this. But she always advocated "governing the world with filial piety," so she couldn't go overboard.
"Do you think it's not right? I also feel that it's not right. To be honest, this test is about the heart. As long as the heart passes, no matter what that thing is, it doesn't matter. Everything is actually the same."
Bixiao expressed that she had different opinions: "All the same? No, it may not be. Then I am the same as the beggars on the street?"
"Of course, is there any difference in this?"
Bixiao looked at her carefully, waiting for further explanation.
Deng Chanyu held her right hand loosely and made a gesture of begging, shaking her voice and saying, "please be kind, Master and Mrs."
"This is a beggar, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Deng Chanyu's expression changed again, and her face became seven parts similar to Bixiao. There were two illusory figures standing in front of her, which looked a bit like Zhao Gongming and Yun Xiao. The two seemed to be scolding Bixiao.
This time, Deng Chanyu imitated a cautious and respectful demeanor, slightly bending her waist: "I'll listen to what you all say, please have mercy!"
"Look, your speech is very similar to that of a beggar, isn't it?"
Bixiao was so angry she pounded her: "Bad guys, all of you just know how to bully me!"
Deng Chanyu told Bixiao about her "problem-solving" approach, Gu Gong listened to it on the side, and didn't stop it either.
Bixiao's topic jumps around greatly, and she also doesn't have much sense of secrecy. As she talks, she eventually delves into the internal affairs of the Jie sect. Deng Chanyu wants to not listen, but she chatters on and on, making it impossible not to hear.
"This Jinling Sister is really annoying. She always makes me consider the overall picture. I don't even know what that overall picture is, Yun Yu, what's the big picture for our Jie Sect?"
Yun Xiao daily advised, every day said, have been unable to turn the personality of Bixiao this, Deng Chanyu even more without play, not her sister, she is blind to what?
Well, since it's just chatting, why not just go along with what Bixiao says.
She said, "Actually, you should understand the nature of the problem. You should know that the words of Jinling mean for you to consider the overall picture. If you are not in the picture, then you will not be concerned about it. But if you risk everything to achieve it, that means you are the price. If you can look at things from a long-term perspective, then that proves that you are currently being taken advantage of."
Bixiao's eyes were full of admiration: "Yun Yu, you said it so well, even better than my sister. You are really smart!"
"Um um, I think the same way too, oh ho ho ho—"
The Azure Dragon Palace in the East Sea.
Golden Phoenix Saintess was busy working at her desk, painstakingly handling the affairs of the sect. Unexpectedly, she felt a surge of irritation, as if someone was cursing her. However, she did not know who it was, nor did she have any evidence.
While Deng Chanyu and Bixiao were chatting idly, a cloud of misty clear air emerged from the mouth of the big gourd.
Na Zhaa appeared as a young hero, strutting out with great pride and confidence.
The moment he came out, he turned back to the big gourd with a look of triumph on his face.
Turning back again, he saw Deng Chanyu's half-smiling, half-frowning expression, and his expression immediately tensed up.
He hoped that his teacher didn't know the cause and effect, if he had just arrived, that would be even better.
However, Bixiao, who loves to watch the show without caring about the consequences, directly shattered his illusion and casually asked: "Little Na Zha, have you eaten that thing?"
Na Zha: (blank pause)
Bixiao's eyes were staring wide open, and she didn't say anything, saying that among the three heavens, Yun Xiao is the most elegant. On the surface, it is gentle and quiet, but there is an unyielding heart beneath it. Her personality is a minus point, but it can only be admired from afar. It cannot be touched or played with.
Qiong Xiao often gets lost in her own fantasy world, imagining herself as the center of the big stage of the world, which makes her too self-centered. She often gets confused, and her appearance and figure are both top-notch, but this personality is also a minus point.
Bixiao's simplicity appears to be quirky to those who don't understand her. She looks charming with her smiling and radiant gaze, and she would seem like a carefree and silly person if one didn't know that she doesn't have much substance, but if you just look at her appearance, she is the most beautiful and likeable among the three.
At this moment, Bixiao's directness hurt Na Zha very much. No matter how beautiful the female fairy is, if she starts to point out her shortcomings right away, it's really hard to bear.
Na Zha took out the bottle for refining demons: "I've disappointed my junior master."
He shakes the bronze small pot, and quickly pours out the poor qi.
"Pfft! Ah cough cough, pfft!" The Poor Qi spat and vomited upon emerging, the stench was almost unbearable. Deng Chanyu immediately set up a space barrier in front of her, protecting Bixiao who was caught off guard.
Too bad! Who ate that piece of shit with maggots on it is self-explanatory.
Na Zha crossed his hands on his hips: "Actually, I've seen the light. There's no need to be obsessed with the shit issue. We should focus on the eating problem. Am I not perceptive?"
"You are really very smart." Deng Chanyu gave a limited extent of approval for the way her disciple was handled.
As for the poor qi suffering a little injustice, that's not important at all.
The poor qi was once so fierce with resentment. Look at it now? There's nothing that can't be handled by an iron fist. The reason it doesn't submit is because it hasn't been beaten hard enough, or beaten enough.
The original point of resurrection for the poor qi was in Deng Chanyu's thousand-mile landscape painting. Now it has been transferred to the refining demon pot, run? Where to run! Beat it, beat it to death, die and come back to life, and keep beating until it dies again, and wait for it to come back to life, and repeat this cycle.
In the process of constantly beating the poor qi, Na Zha's temper, born in his mother's womb, has weakened by two points and has been completely discharged. The poor qi also becomes gradually obedient, this wave is definitely a win-win.
As for now...
Deng Chanyu pointed to the increasingly close black mist: "That's one of the four ferocious beasts, you go and challenge it."
He cares nothing about such things as "Taking the Law into One's Own Hands" and "Exorcising Demons and Expiating Wickedness". Na Zha enjoys fighting, especially the ferocious beasts that can't be killed.
He couldn't help but glance at the poor qi, who was lying on the ground retching. The poor qi gave him a pitiful expression now, Little grandfather, I've even eaten shit, and you still won't let me go?
Na Zha also felt that the ferocious aura of this thing has been ground down, and it is becoming more cowardly.
With the tip of his foot, he picked up the dragon gun fire, the qi kuan and hunsenlin hung on his shoulders, and the eight-nine yan gong was driven from within. Without waiting for the appearance of Taotie, he directly rushed into the black mist.
Soon, the sound of heavy objects hitting scales and flesh in the black mist could be heard, and there were also vague screams.
Because of eating shit and lying on the ground "unable to breathe", the poor qi shows a mocking smile, finally "someone" comes to help him share the righteous iron fist.
Deng Chanyu closed her eyes and thought for a moment. She had already calculated the outcome, so she no longer paid attention to Na Zha's battle. Instead, she went to Gu Gong and asked.
"May I ask Gu Gong, can I also participate in the trial of this hu Chinese world?"
"All beings are welcome to the trial, and naturally, the supreme deity can also come."
"Good."
Deng Chanyu imitated the previous appearance of Na Zha, reached out to touch the gourd, and in the next instant, she was completely absorbed inside.
