"The land is full of spirits, and the women are beautiful. This really opened my eyes. But now let's go to the Xuanzi box first. My friends must be waiting anxiously."

The atmosphere in the corridor fell silent, and everyone had different thoughts. However, Zhao Rong broke the silence and spoke with a smile.

Yue Niang nodded, slightly bent her legs and bowed.

"Thank you for your compliment, sir. Well, let's go upstairs now. By the way, Master Zhao, if you have time later, you can go downstairs and play with the other masters. Fairy Luoxiu should be on stage soon. It must be very lively at that time. I think you can hear it in the box."

She offered some advice, paused, smiled, and shook her head.

"There are many guests tonight."

Zhao Rong did not respond to what the woman in gorgeous clothes said.

He looked around and said in a daze, "Oh, really? Well, I can tell there will be a lot of people."

Yue Niang smiled sweetly.

Zhao Qian'er, who had been thinking silently for a while, suddenly spoke.

"This furnace is quite interesting. Pure White Cold Palace... Its external feature is that it is hairless? It is indeed a bit strange. But you said that the first-time furnace collector can store the medicinal power of the Pure White Cold Palace, and when he is on the verge of death with only one breath left, he can instantly trigger the medicinal power of the Pure White Cold Palace and recover as before?"

Yue Niang smiled and nodded.

Zhao Qianer said seriously:

"Can any injury be healed instantly? What if the meridians of the whole body are damaged, the heart lake is broken, and the cultivation is wasted? Can it be restored as long as there is still a breath left? Also, the natal flying sword of a sword cultivator, the golden elixir and the primordial infant of a golden elixir and primordial infant cultivator, are they all useful to them?"

When Yue Niang first heard it, she looked a little hesitant, but as she listened to the increasingly outrageous content, she simply shook her head.

"Fairy, please don't joke. If the damaged meridians and heart lake, or even the sword cultivator's natal flying sword, can be healed, then wouldn't it be similar to the ancient legend of the miraculous medicine that can defy fate and change destiny? Not to mention the great cultivators' golden elixir and primordial infant."

"It's obvious that the fairy is not a simple person. She must know a lot about cultivation, probably more than me."

"The practice of us cultivators is to go against the will of heaven. Everything in the human body related to practice, including meridians, heart lake, natal flying sword, golden elixir, Nascent Soul... and even the practice of higher beings above."

Yue Niang paused for a moment and continued speaking clearly:

"These are the most precious things in the human body. Ordinary injuries are fine, but as long as their foundation is damaged, it is basically irreparable."

"Those who are luckier may be able to recover bit by bit, using their precious lifespan to grind away the wound, but it is still a drop in the bucket. For those who are unlucky, the wound will get worse and worse, and there will be no way to recover."

"So which cultivator wouldn't treasure them extremely? Anything that can heal them, even if it can only restore them a little, can be considered a rare and miraculous medicine. They can be robbed to pieces in the black market on the mountain, but as for something that can completely cure them..."

She shook her head. "I just heard about it in the legends and secrets, just for fun. There is no way for cultivators from small places like us to encounter it. I guess it is a rare treasure for the great immortals in Duyou City."

Zhao Rong, who had been listening quietly, pursed his lips.

Another picture emerged on the lake of his heart.

In a wedding room filled with wedding characters, Qingjun walked towards him and left without hesitation... The jade token covered with sweat that she had been holding tightly in her bare hands also fell silently...

This silly girl's sword heart was broken in the same way.

As a result, the Lotus Pond Heart Lake is now in a terrible state, half of it is destroyed, and one of the top-level flying swords is also useless...

At this moment, as if a sudden inspiration came to him, Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head and found that Zhao Qian'er was listening to the so-called "Pure White Cold Palace" while looking at him sideways.

The two looked at each other and didn't say anything.

Yue Niang noticed the disappointment on Zhao Qian'er's face and quickly explained:

“Although Pure White Cold Palace is not that powerful, it is also extraordinary. Except for the things related to cultivation in the human body that are damaged, the recovery of the medicinal power can only be minimal. Any other injuries, even if the ventricle is shattered into pieces, can be instantly restored as long as you hold on and don’t die immediately.”

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head and thought for a while, still unable to hide the disappointment on her face, and sighed slightly:

"It's not bad. You didn't explain it clearly before, so I had too high expectations for this so-called famous furnace. However, according to what you said, this 'Pure White Cold Palace' is not bad at all."

She herself is a pure sword practitioner who focuses on actual combat and practical uses.

At this time, Zhao Qian'er frowned and was silent for a while, then spoke thoughtfully:

"This is roughly equivalent to... a top-grade elixir that heals the body. It is very effective and can instantly heal the body... and it can also store the medicinal power in the body in advance. Hmm, it seems that in certain specific situations, it can play some unexpected roles... but in most cases."

The little girl paused and continued talking to herself.

"Still have one breath left? If you have companions by your side, you won't be afraid. But if you are alone and encounter an unexpected danger, with only one breath left, you will probably be too weak to take medicine by yourself. If there is the medicinal power of this Pure White Cold Palace lurking in your body, it can be activated instantly and your body can be restored to its original state..."

Zhao Qian'er and Yue Niang seemed to have found a common topic of interest.

The two girls started chatting about this famous furnace with strange abilities.

Zhao Rong became an outsider and listened silently.

Yue Niang glanced at him from time to time.

At this moment, Zhao Qianer shook her head.

"It seems useful, but it also seems not very useful. Because what if the unexpected danger you encounter is being seriously injured by a powerful enemy? Then there is almost no chance for the person to die slowly with one breath left. After seriously injuring the enemy, you can just shatter the heart lake and break the dantian, and that's it. How can there be a villain who talks a lot of nonsense?"

"But if the unexpected danger you encounter does not cause direct secondary damage, then there is room for self-rescue. So it is equivalent to adding a layer of insurance, which is also quite good. Don't you think... right, Brother Rong'er?"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at the little girl who had a strange attitude.

I roughly guessed what she was thinking.

He sighed in his heart, but also felt a little warm.

Zhao Qian'er suddenly said, "In fact, there is another way to use this miraculous effect, which is to actively make yourself dying, with only one breath left."

Zhao Rong's thoughts suddenly became clear.

His eyebrows were raised.

I thought of the old friend from Wei Dynasty, with the mysterious ghost face tattooed on his abdomen.

Let the dying warrior burn his qi and blood for three breaths, and his martial arts level will be raised by one level before he dies.

If used in conjunction with the medicinal effects of this famous furnace...

Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head, unable to help but admire Zhao Qianer's insight and imagination.

I had overlooked this before. In fact, this little girl has grown up a long time ago, and maybe she knows much more than he does about many things.

In fact, she and Qingjun had spent much more time in the mountain cultivation world than he did.

Maybe Qian'er still behaves like the little follower she used to in front of him, calling him Brother Rong'er all the time, and after holding hands, she is still clingy and cute.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, she is actually a female swordsman at the Haoran Realm with a bright future.

What Zhao Rong gave to others was another unfamiliar feeling...

Zhao Qian'er nodded and said, "Some of the mysterious techniques in the mountains may require the cultivator to be in a dying state. Hmm, it seems like a perfect match."

Yue Niang also responded with a smile.

"That's not the case. It has many uses. No one knows when they will encounter some strange and dangerous situations. The more insurance we have, the more chances we have. Even when we are fighting with the enemy, if we recover before the enemy, it may be the key to turning the tide of the battle."

This lady in fancy clothes is indeed a brothel madam, and she talks about her profession every three sentences.

She paused, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

I thought of a perfect scenario for using the Pure White Moon Palace.

"Master Zhao, Little Fairy, think about it. What if a man and a woman suddenly have a stroke due to excessive sexual indulgence, leaving only one breath? Wouldn't it be possible to recover instantly, and then... continue?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

Zhao Qianer: “…”

Continue? Hey, what are you doing here?

The little girl glared at Yue Niang for changing the subject, "Bah, you have no shame, thinking about shameless things. Brother Rong Er would never do that."

Zhao Rong nodded quietly.

Zhao Qian'er immediately snorted and murmured to herself: "How can my lady and I feel comfortable letting him come again..."

"???"

Zhao Rong's body stiffened, his face full of black lines.

So you two are considering sucking me, Brother Rong'er, into a human being?

The lady in gorgeous clothes who had developed a new use for the Pure White Palace was not embarrassed or annoyed when she heard this. Instead, she looked at the man and woman in front of her with great interest.

She continued to smile.

"In the history of Dali, women who have returned to their ancestral form and possessed the Pure White Cold Palace's famous furnace physique are extremely rare. Each one of them is a dream come true for the immortals on the mountains of Dali."

"A divine furnace like the Pure White Cold Palace will only be most effective the first time, but after the first time, it is still a furnace of the best quality. Coupled with the unique physique of the women of the Pure White Cold Palace... when yin and yang meet, well~ it is wonderful and the taste is endless..."

Yue Niang smiled with her hands covering her mouth, and threw a coquettish glance at the silent Zhao Rong, her words hinting at something strange.

However, Zhao Rong's expression was calm at this time, he frowned slightly in his heart, and ignored Yue Niang.

He always felt that this 'Pure White Moon Palace' was not as simple as she said.

Zhao Rong had heard a sword spirit say this casually when they were chatting.

The way of Yin and Yang is not a rough path, but a broad road that can give birth to a cultivator of the seventh realm.

And in the Yin-Yang Avenue, the ten famous furnaces of the ancient times, which are ancient, mysterious, and many of which have been lost, are their uses really limited to what Yue Niang said?

It seems too weak and unworthy of the title of a divine furnace.

Moreover, Zhao Rong vaguely remembered that when he and Xiaoxiao spent the night at Yuanyuan Temple together, Gui mentioned this when teasing him.

The general meaning is that if Zhao Rong can come across a famous furnace, he will make a fortune.

Even the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace in Gui's mouth just sighed and said "good stuff".

Therefore, the things that the sword spirit said could "make a fortune" were at least on the same level as the Li Ji Sword Pill, or even better.

After all, Li Ji Jian Wan also has limitations in use, while the Ten Famous Furnaces seem to have no limitations and any man should be able to use them.

However, the fact that Luo Xiu, the prostitute whom I have never met before, owns the Pure White Han Palace after returning to her ancestral home should not be a fake.

The woman in gorgeous clothes in front of him should not lie to him.

Because in the past history of Li Di, there have been women who have owned the Pure White Cold Palace. If Zhao Rong wanted to find out, he would definitely not be able to hide it.

Therefore, there is no need for Yue Niang to tell such a lie that cannot be backed up.

Then it is most likely true, and the current 'Pure White Cold Palace' does have such ability.

I just don't know...will it be the same as the 'thunder in the sky' mentioned by Gui, with differences between ancient and modern times.

This year's famous furnace is not good enough?

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

However, although he was confused, it was not appropriate for him to wake Gui up at this time.

I had no choice but to keep it in my heart and ask again later.

Not long after, Zhao Rong and his group arrived at the door of the Xuan store on the third floor, chatting all the way.

Yue Niang bowed, said goodbye, and turned to leave.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at her graceful back for a while with a calm expression.

Zhao Qian'er followed behind him, with her head down, wondering what she was thinking about.

Zhao Rong turned around and looked at her for a while.

Suddenly he lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the little girl who was tugging at the corner of her clothes: "Are you still thinking about giving way to someone just now?"

The little girl raised her head, a sweet smile on her lovely face, and her eyes reflected his thin face.

She shook her little head vigorously.

However, Zhao Rong still did not give up and chuckled beside her delicate pink ears.

"Silly girl, don't think about it alone... It's just giving way to others, it's nothing. Others are impolite, but we have to be polite, right? However, this doesn't mean that we are cowards. Ha, if others don't like us and jump up to slap us in the face for no reason and take the initiative to make enemies, then we..."

"Let them die."

He laughed.

Zhao Qianer's pupils shrank slightly.

A pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

The two whispered to each other, then kept their arms around each other and were silent for a moment.

Zhao Qian'er leaned back and raised her head, hugging Zhao Rong's right arm. At the same time, her dark eyes rolled up and looked at the elegant smile on Zhao Rong's face who was so close to her.

His calm, magnetic voice still echoes in my ears.

The little girl tilted her head and stared.

Suddenly a brilliant smile.

"OK."

She raised her little hand and gently touched the man's face in front of her, "It's all right. I'll listen to you. No... you don't need to explain to me."

Zhao Rong smiled and didn't take it seriously.

He smiled as he looked at the pretty and lovely Xiao Qian'er in front of him.

More than ten years ago, she was the poor little maid who was sitting in the woodshed preparing to chew wood and was bullied by her companions and had no food to eat.

She is also the new female prodigy who is currently practicing with Qingjun in Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion and climbing the sword path by stepping on the heads of countless geniuses.

Xiao Qian'er is just like Qingjun. She always looks her most romantic in front of Zhao Rong.

Always call him Brother Ronger.

But they are no longer the innocent little girls who were gentle and kind to the whole world and as defenseless as children.

Because Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er are no longer the young ladies and maids who lived a carefree life in the Duke of Jingnan's mansion. They are the backbone of the Zhao family of Da Chu, and the hope and future of the entire family rest on them.

Even including himself when he had not yet regained his memories of his previous life.

Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er stood on this hierarchical and cruel mountain. During the days when Zhao Rong was absent, they climbed up the mountain step by step, and they must have stepped on the corpses of many enemies that he was not aware of.

Walk all the way to Taiqing Mansion, and even now you are in Taiqing Mansion.

It goes without saying that the struggle is extremely cruel.

It's not just based on talent alone.

In addition, they are pure swordsmen with outstanding talents.

For sword cultivators, the sword in their hands is the most useful principle...

Zhao Rong's guess was not wrong. Ever since Zhao Qian'er took the initiative to give way to others, she had actually been secretly worried whether Brother Rong'er was still the same nerdy person who only loved to reason with others and would back down a little when faced with offenses from outsiders...

It’s not that Zhao Qian’er doesn’t like Brother Rong’er like this. No matter what, he is still him. He will always be him, the Brother Rong’er who made the swing for her.

Therefore, Zhao Qian'er has been observing Zhao Rong carefully, fearing that she would have conflicts with him in her world views.

She didn't dare to teach Rong Erge how to do things, so she could only indulge him...

Zhao Rong also keenly noticed this.

He sighed slightly.

I remember the little girl in front of me said that he and Qingjun were the sun and the moon in her heart.

Then the light of the sun and the moon determines the size and direction of her shadow.

Zhao Qian'er's smile actually showed an attitude of indifference and vigilance towards anyone except Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and other relatives and acquaintances.

That’s why Zhao Rong said what he just said.

Tell her that he is not a nerd, and that his hands holding the books have been stained with blood along the way.

Zhao Rong could see that Zhao Qian'er was smiling very happily.

He couldn't help but smile, so he grabbed her little hand, turned around and knocked on the door.

“Boom boom boom—”

"Come in."

A powerful voice came out.

Zhao Rong pushed the door open and the three of them entered the room.