In the next few days, the painting heart was extraordinarily peaceful.

As she ordered, Shuyi protected the entire Dongyuan tightly, except for him who came to eat on time, and then dutifully accompanied her to practice, there was really no half of a figure to be seen.

She didn't ask about the outside world.

Anyway, I can't care about it, so why did I ask?

But...... Judging from Shuyi's increasingly heavy face, and the shorter and shorter time he spent practicing with her, the situation must be very serious.

It may even be more serious than the previous flower drunk tragedy.

Because at that time, although Shuyi was tired, he still coped calmly, but this time he was rarely sad.

Although he covered it up well, he could see that he was always a little absent-minded when he practiced recently, and he didn't tease her like before, and the whole person suddenly sank.

"Vomit"

Huaxin suddenly retched again, and Xuan Yin beside her saw that the shunzi soup she was holding was almost cold, and Huaxin hadn't finished vomiting, so she couldn't help but be a little worried, "Goddess, do you want Xuansi Medicine Shenjun to come and show you?"

"Okay, call him here, I'm going to settle accounts with him!" Huaxin lay on the edge of the couch, panting, "Is it that this seat recently asked him for a lot of fairy grass, and he was reluctant, so he took some bad perfunctory seats, otherwise how could this seat eat bad stomachs?"

"Yes...... Shenjun also ate it, and he seemed to be fine. Xuan implicitly implied that the painting heart should not be a problem with the fairy grass, but a problem with her body.

Huaxin took the Shunzi soup as an herbal tea and poured a few sips, a pair of old and deep eyebrows, "Could it be that this seat has only seen that nerd alone every day recently, so he is sick to his stomach?"

Xuanyin, I really don't know how to say "......".

"Or is it that this seat has a rejection of the spiritual power of the Red Underworld?" Huaxin took the medicine bowl and took a sip, another mouthful, puzzled.

When the vomiting sensation swept over again, the painting heart smashed the medicine bowl with a "bang", and he was angry, "Xuansi Yao Xiao'er hurry up and come to see this seat!"

In fact, what she wants to proclaim is to be with the light.

But immortals are different, in order to avoid the catastrophe, she can only summon those immortals now. Of course, this is not the main reason, after all, the same dust with light is the body of the god soul and Buddha, and it is by no means ordinary.

She just didn't dare to see him.

"Goddess ......" Xuan Yin hesitated and reminded, "Do you want to change your clothes first?"

Only then did she remember that Shuyi hadn't been gone for long, and she was still ...... today Didn't get up. It's so good that she summoned Xianjun, and she is still a respected Xianjun, and she is not too prodigal, so she has to move lazily.

Xuan Yin took a red flower and changed into a phoenix dress for her, and put on a bun before leaving for Penglai Island to invite Xianjun.

Huaxin moved to the guest room, sat cross-legged on the cushion and sipped the soup thoughtfully.

Everyone in the world thinks that cultivating immortals is orthodox, and monks are like immortals, taking sweeping away the evil in the world as their Taoist heart. But is that really the case?

He has ruled the Six Realms for tens of thousands of years, and he has seen too many highly respected people, but his private methods are ruthless and vicious.

Even Jun Yin...... It's all true.

Who in this world is not selfish?

Everyone has demons in their hearts, she is like this, Jun Yi is like this, Jun Yin is like this, and Chi Ming is like this, no one can always maintain their original intention.

This medicine immortal has always been famous, and it is even more rare to have a proud heart that is not afraid of life and death, but ...... There is also a suspicion of selling fame and reputation......

In short, these immortals are very hypocritical.

At the moment when she saw through Jun Yin, she was extremely disappointed, as if she could no longer find a clear spring in this world.