The Tang sword cut off the flower's neck, and the flower bud fell to the ground.

Meng Linghua was seriously injured and temporarily lost control of her techniques.

Freed from the constraints of dream cultivation techniques, Li Banfeng could wake up easily at this time.

The wine gourd sprayed a mouthful of wine on Li Banfeng's face. Under the stimulation of the hot wine, Li Banfeng regained consciousness.

"Master, you are finally awake." Tang Dao was surprised.

While Tang Dao was looking at Li Banfeng, a piece of stamen emerged from the petals and tried to drill into the ground.

The Tang sword suddenly rose up and cut the pistil into two pieces.

Do you think Tang Dao will be distracted if he talks to Li Banfeng?

Overthinking.

Even if Tang Dao was fighting with Li Banfeng, as long as Meng Linghua dared to escape, Tang Dao could still kill her.

The lower half of the pistil is no longer moving, but the upper half is still struggling.

Li Banfeng held the upper half of the pistil in his hand, and the pistil screamed, "Mercy, I know I was wrong, please spare me!"

Li Banfeng wanted to pinch Meng Linghua to death, but suddenly he remembered something.

The folding fan was refined again by Honglian, but it still lacks some spirituality.

Li Banfeng asked Hulu: "Is this flower spiritual enough?"

Hulu thought for a moment and said, "The Mengling Flower is a rare thing, so it is naturally spiritual enough, but it is best to let Big Sister deal with it first."

When she said big sister, she was referring to the record player.

The record player has been sleeping for so many days, it’s about time to wake up. How about applying some oil tonight?

Li Banfeng was about to take Hua Rui into his residence when he heard Hua Rui crying, "Grandpa, I only have this half of my body. I will die in less than half a day.

You are a kind-hearted person, please have mercy on me and take what is left of my body with you. I will serve you every day and do whatever you ask me to do!"

Li Banfeng is really soft-hearted. Seeing such special petals and leaves, he really shouldn't throw them outside. What if these things can be used to make pills?

He took the whole plant of Mengling Flower into his personal residence, and Mengling Flower expressed her gratitude profusely.

The pendulum sneered secretly: "This stupid woman, isn't it better to die quickly? Waiting for the eldest lady to wake up, it will be too late for you to die."

Sure enough, the record player woke up.

I didn’t wake up from sleep, I was woken up by Meng Linghua.

When she first entered Suishenju, Meng Linghua was quite well-behaved. She stayed quietly in the vase and didn't dare to make a sound.

After Li Banfeng left, a group of magic weapons also followed. Meng Linghua couldn't help but start singing.

This is her nature and she can't help it.

When he was alive, he would go on stage even if he was seriously ill.

He died on the stage and then wandered around the dance floor for seven days.

After seven days, it did not reincarnate, but ran to a new land, turned into a Menglinghua, and continued singing.

Over the years, countless people have been killed by her singing, including passers-by.

These people listened to her music, stayed where they were, and listened to it for three days and three nights in a row, until they became emaciated and rotten, and eventually turned into a leaf on her body.

The evening dress of this Mengling flower is created by the accumulation of these listeners.

But today she chose the wrong audience.

Honglian disliked her for being too noisy and had long wanted to take her in, but the Insect King was in the middle of refining the energy, so Honglian did not take action for the time being.

Besides, Honglian doesn’t eat raw food, so even if Meng Linghua’s form is destroyed, her soul cannot be destroyed.

But if the record player woke up, things would become serious.

"You fucking bitch! You sing so awfully and yet you keep howling!" Three needles pierced into the petals at the same time, eating up the singer's soul completely amid her wailing.

The soul was eaten up, but the lady kept the spirit.

Only the spiritual Meng Linghua was left. She had lost most of her memories and only remembered a few lyrics. She stood by the bed and continued singing.

The lady blew out a puff of steam and blocked the singer's mouth: "Every word you hum makes my ears dirty."

Honglian sneered: "Wicked woman, where do you get your ears?"

The record player yelled, "Bitch, hurry up and finish eating that bug's head, it's still waiting for you to practice your magic weapon!"

In the evening, Li Banfeng came back and discussed the treasure refining matter with the record player.

The lady said: "Meng Xiu is good at sneak attacks, while De Xiu is good at maneuvering. By combining Meng Xiu's spirituality with De Xiu's muscles and bones, we can indeed refine a good treasure that can be used for both offense and defense.

However, the quality of this treasure depends on Sister Honglian's ability. Husband, please think of a name for this treasure first."

"Meng Xiu plus De Xiu," Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Let's just call him Meng De!"

The record player exclaimed: "What a good name, sir!"

Tang Dao snorted coldly: "It turns out that the master can also come up with nice names."

Li Banfeng glared at Tang Dao and said, "Isn't the name Er Dao a bad name?"

As she was speaking, Meng Linghua, who was standing beside the bed, started singing again.

Li Banfeng was surprised: "Didn't her soul get eaten by my wife? Why does she still love to sing so much?"

Clank, clank, clank~

"Hey, my husband, the soul is gone, but the spirit is still there. This bitch loves to sing, it's her nature."

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Then refining magic weapons and eating souls don't seem to have anything to do with each other."

"Hey, husband, you are wrong. If I don't eat this bitch's soul, she will not forget her identity. The magic weapon is extremely difficult to refine, and it is also difficult to control after it is refined..."

The lady gave some explanation.

To put it bluntly, eating the soul is to eat the other person's self-consciousness.

Take Meng Linghua as an example. If she is allowed to retain her self-awareness, it will be impossible to redefine her.

She will not become a loyal minister and general like Tang Dao, nor a confidante like Hulu.

She is still that singer, the singer who would rather die than leave the stage. In this case, even if she has refined a magic weapon, there will still be many difficult problems.

Keeping only the spirituality is the best way to preserve the combat effectiveness of magic weapons and ensure execution. Of course, spirituality will also bring problems. My wife has said before that all magic weapons have a cost, and this is a price that must be borne.

Copper Lotus is still working on the insect leader and cannot refine the magic weapon for the time being. The record player has no choice but to endure Meng Linghua's singing.

"This bastard loves to sing too much. You can't stop his mouth. It would be fine if you could sing better, but the noise he makes is like tearing off the foot cloth. How dare you show off like that?"

Meng Linghua stopped singing, stared at the record player, and retorted: "Do you sing well? If you can, sing a part!"

The bloody pendulum said angrily: "How dare you!"

The record player was not angry. She blew out a cloud of steam, wrapped Meng Linghua, and sang slowly: "I said you can't sing, but you still don't accept it. Today I will teach you a few words. Listen carefully.

Winter is coming and the snow is everywhere.

I have made winter clothes for my lover.

The beautiful lady is hiding in the house,

Add another room for my husband!"

"Wait a minute!" Li Banfeng stood up immediately, "Madam, wait a minute, we are not ready yet, wait a minute, slow down!"

"Song of the Four Seasons"!

"Song of the Four Seasons" is not something you can sing casually.

This is for promotion.

In fact, Li Banfeng had a hunch that his wife had eaten so many good things recently and seemed to be in pretty good shape, so it would be a natural thing for her to take Li Banfeng to the fourth floor.

It was this process that caught Li Banfeng off guard. A stream of steam swept over and directly sucked Li Banfeng into the trumpet mouth.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Banfeng emerged from the trumpet-shaped hairdo. His hair, beard, and eyelashes were all curled into big waves.

The record player looked at Meng Linghua and asked, "Have you learned it?"

Meng Linghua dared not say anything.

She was ashamed.

In front of the record player, her singing voice was really terrible.

Li Banfeng wiped the water off his face, sat next to his wife, and asked, "Madam, don't worry about her for now, let's talk about these four levels of skills."

Clank, clank, clank~

"Hey, sir, the fourth level of home cultivation is called Hiding a Beauty in a Golden House. This is a technique that all home cultivators in the world have.

This technique is difficult, incredibly difficult, you need to spend some time and effort to learn it slowly."

A beautiful woman in a golden house.

Li Banfeng smiled. He placed his hand under the stylus holder and scratched it, saying, "My dear, I have a beautiful girl hidden in my golden house. Aren't you the beautiful girl I'm hiding?"

"Hey! Hey! Husband, please don't scratch my armpits. I'm ticklish. I can't stand it anymore.

I can't take it anymore. I'm almost out of breath from laughing. Sir, please spare me."

"Laugh! I asked you to laugh! You were promoted without any prior notice. I'll see if you can laugh after the oil is added!"

"I won't give you the oil, and I won't let you scratch your armpits.

I know I am wrong, isn't that enough? My husband, please stop joking, I am really having trouble breathing..."

There was a wheezing sound and the whole room was filled with steam.

Hulu was very envious, and the other magic weapons did not dare to say anything. Honglian gave the two of them two clear dewdrops.

The record player calmed down for a moment and said, "I will teach you the techniques first. Can you get me some clay? If you don't have clay, flour will do."

Flour must be hard to find.

Li Banfeng remembered encountering some clay on the way.

He went out and in less than a quarter of an hour he came back with a bag of clay on his shoulder. That was how fast Lu Xiu walked.

The wife brought an iron basin, added water, and asked Li Banfeng to mix the clay.

"Hey, sir, use this clay to make a beauty, the more beautiful the better."

beauty?

What kind of beauty can be molded from clay?

Don’t just look at the shape, you also have to look at the artistic conception.

Li Banfeng thought about it carefully, grabbed a lump of clay and kneaded a big ball.

He picked up another lump of clay and formed a small ball.

He picked up another ball of clay and rolled it into four long strips.

The small ball is on the head.

The big ball serves as the body.

Four long strips serve as hands and feet.

The clay figure is ready.

The record player looked at it for a moment and asked Li Banfeng: "My husband, do you call this a beauty?"

Li Banfeng took some rouge and painted red lips on the clay figure.

"My lady, isn't this beautiful enough?"

The wife sighed softly: "My husband is really not serious. The technique of hiding a beautiful girl in a golden house must pay attention to beauty. The object must be extremely beautiful. The more beautiful it looks, the stronger its fighting power."

Li Banfeng stared at the clay figurine in his hand and asked, "Does this thing still have combat power?"

The record player nodded and said, "Once the home cultivator goes out, he can't take advantage of other sects. He relies on the fourth level skills to improve his combat power.

My husband, concentrate your mind and give this clay figure a drop of blood."

Li Banfeng took an awl, pricked his fingertip, and dripped a drop of blood on the clay figure.

"Husband, concentrate your mind and look at this clay figure!"

Li Banfeng stared at the clay figure for nearly ten minutes, and the clay figure slowly stood up.

Success! It works!

Li Banfeng was very surprised.

The record player exclaimed: "My husband has great talent. Take this clay figurine out to try your skills."

Li Banfeng walked out of the gate with the clay figure and saw a rabbit foraging for food in the wilderness.

Li Banfeng gave the clay figurine an order: "Go and catch that rabbit for me."

When trying out a technique for the first time, you should not choose a target that is too difficult. The important thing is to build up your confidence and establish a tacit understanding with the clay figure.

The clay man received the order, moved forward step by step, and began to chase the rabbit.

His speed seemed to be a little slow. It was impossible for him to catch up with the rabbit, but there was still hope for him to catch up with the earthworm in front of him.

Chasing earthworms is also possible!

I encountered a stone on the road.

The clay man stumbled.

The clay figure fell off its head.

Then……

That’s all.

Half an hour passed and the clay figure didn't move again.

Li Banfeng picked up the clay figurine and took it back to Suishenju: "My wife, this thing is not very useful."

Hiss!

"Hey, my dear husband, didn't I tell you that I must make a beautiful bride? The more beautiful the bride is, the stronger her fighting power will be."

"This is a clay sculpture, how can I make this..." Li Banfeng scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Clay sculpture is indeed difficult. Husband, how are your painting skills?"

"Painter? Just painting? I can do that."

"It's fine for my husband to paint a picture of a beauty, but the beauty in this painting will have a lower combat power."

Even at a discount, it is still much better than this useless clay figurine.

Li Banfeng took out paper and pen and carefully painted a picture of a beauty.

First draw a small circle to make the head.

Draw another big circle to form the body.

Draw four more sticks to make the limbs.

After the lady looked at it, she asked again: "My husband, do you call this a beauty? I can't even tell that she is a woman."

Can't you tell it's a woman?

Can't it?

Li Banfeng also drew a few long hairs on the "beauty".

The lady looked at it for a moment, and smoke came out of the three speakers at the same time: "Huh, madman, why don't you find a three-year-old kid, he can draw better than this!"

…

In the early morning, the centipede's mother walked out of the field in a daze.

She didn't look at the wild boar next to the plot and walked straight into the depths of the jungle.

The centipede woman was waiting halfway, looking at her mother viciously.

The mother of the centipede lowered her head and said, "My daughter, listen to me. Things are not what you think. I am not the kind of person you think. I was tricked by her..."

"Shut up! What are you talking about!" The centipede girl shouted angrily, "Think about how many tricks you played on him. Where will you put your old face in the future? How can the two of us live on this piece of land!"

"Let's move," the centipede mother sobbed, "we can't stay here any longer."

The centipede mother and daughter left.

Ma Wu supported himself with difficulty, looked at the wild boar outside the plot, and shouted, "Are you coming?"

The wild boar's body trembled and he was silent for a long time. His eyes changed.

He turned his head and walked deeper into the jungle.

He felt relieved.

The forest is great. There are deer and sheep to eat. If you've had enough of meat, you can also eat some vegetarian food.

After eating, you can take a nap, and when you wake up, you can find a big tree to scratch your itch.

Isn’t such a good day?

You can take your time with spiritual practice.

You can't ruin yourself because of this little bit of cultivation.

…

The wild boar is gone.

Ma Wu let out a long sigh.

The talent Feng Daiku gave him is only useful to women.

This wild boar is a male.

If it really rushes in, Ma Wu can only join forces with Xiao Genzi and fight it to the death.

…

The story of the centipede mother and daughter has spread within a radius of a hundred miles.

No alien wants to come to this place.

The local god hovered over the land, looked down at Ma Wu, and said with gritted teeth: "This is an even more shameless one! Even more shameless than the previous one!"

An eagle flew to the side of the local god and whispered in a low voice: "There is a wandering monster on the local god."

The local god frowned slightly: "What's strange?"

"It's a moth."

The local god smiled and said, "Bring her here."

The wandering monster is here. She came on her own. You can’t blame me for making things difficult for you!

Young man, if you value your life, get out of here!

ps: Lady Moth is not just one creature, but a kind of strange monster, which has been mentioned in the previous article, and its origin and background will also be introduced in the following article.

For Ma Wu, the biggest test is coming.

(End of this chapter)

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