After Su Man's investigation over the past few days, she discovered that although the magic weapon that wrapped Xian Yufu's soul could protect her soul from dissipating, it did not have much defensive ability.
In other words, if the external force is strong enough, this protective film will be damaged.
Judging from how much Long Junling cared about Xian Yufu, if anything happened to her, he would definitely take her to the Heavenly Palace and use all the elixirs and treasures to save her. Then, she could take the opportunity to obtain the elixir and bring it back to save Grandma Shu.
However, there were still two important issues at the moment. First, how could she get Long Junling to take her with him when he went to the Heavenly Palace? Second, how could she do this without leaving any trace.
After all, she is the only one in the entire fairy palace who can understand the ghost way. If anything happens to Xian Yufu, she will definitely be responsible.
Su Man, leaning on the couch, looked through the half-open window at the bronze tripod in the yard.
The sun was setting in the west, its crimson rays illuminating the sides of the bronze tripod, half blood-red, half gloomy. Black energy swirled within the cauldron, and hideous, mutilated faces flashed by, a ghostly aura.
The scene was too exciting. Su Man looked away after just a few glances. However, the next second she suddenly heard a voice, "Save me..."
"What?"
Su Man asked subconsciously.
Long Junling, who was helping her copy inspirational poems, looked puzzled. "What what?"
Su Man realized that Long Junling couldn't hear the voice. She pretended nothing happened and leaned forward to look at Long Junling, who was copying a book on the coffee table. "I'm asking you what you're copying now."
Long Junling's hands were sore from copying poems all day, so without giving it much thought, he pointed to the line in front of him and said, "A sword's sharpness is forged from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
"oh."
Su Man responded and lay down again, glancing out the window with her peripheral vision, not knowing what she was thinking about.
Seeing her lack of focus, Long Junling began his motivational lecture again, "A sword cannot remain sharp without being polished. Just like you, if you allow yourself to continue to degenerate like this, you will never become an immortal in your lifetime."
In the past few days, he almost wore out his lips in order to get Su Man to continue practicing. Not only did he copy various poems and essays for her, he also mobilized her whenever he had the chance, just like a parent who persuades his child to study hard. It was really miserable.
Su Man didn't say whether she agreed or not, and just kept him in suspense, making him anxious but always one step away.
Now he took the opportunity to start talking again. Su Man seemed to be listening, but in fact she had been distracted for a long time. Her attention was all on the bronze tripod outside.
The cry for help she had just heard was clear and audible, not like an illusion. Judging from the reactions of Long Junling and Xian Yufu, who was serving as the disciplinary committee member, neither of them had heard the sound.
Su Man wanted to find out what happened, and she didn't keep Long Junling after class like she did in the past few days. She just assigned Long Junling fifty inspirational poems as homework, and sent the man and the ghost away.
Seeing that Long Junling agreed to whatever Su Man said and looked so obedient, Xian Yufu wished she could stare through Su Man.
Looking at the state of the two of them, I'm afraid they'll have another quarrel when they get back.
Su Man was no longer in the mood to care about these two people. As soon as they left, she went to the yard.
The sun sank into the sky, taking away the last ray of light, and was replaced by the sharp-arc bright moon.
Su Man first walked around the bronze tripod, trying to find the source of the sound.
But since that cry for help, she never heard any sound again.
Did he stop calling for help, or was it that she couldn't hear him?
Su Man thought about it and decided that she had to ask Cholera for help in this matter.
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Although the Immortal Palace was heavily guarded, fortunately Su Man had already entered the ghost path and could enter Cholera's dream to meet him.
Having made up her mind, Suman went straight back to the room and lay down.
A quarter of an hour later, Suman fell asleep.
She used the black thread to find the entrance to Cholera's dream. As soon as she entered, Su Man was blinded by the wind and sand.
Looking at the familiar environment around her, Su Man was happy. This cholera didn't even know how to go far in his dreams and was still in Wuyou Cave.
Su Man quickly found Cholera following the guidance of the black rope. A palace suddenly appeared out of thin air in the yellow sand of Wuyou Cave.
Cholera sat in the magnificent hall, with his legs crossed and drinking. There were at least seventeen or eighteen dancers surrounding him. The scene was so beautiful that it would not be an exaggeration to say that King Zhou was still alive.
Just as Su Man was about to step forward, she saw a eunuch coming in from outside, "Your Majesty, the Queen wishes to see you~"
queen?
Su Man thought to herself, "There are so many beauties here, why is he still marrying a queen?" She became curious and wanted to see what kind of girl Cholera liked.
In just this brief pause, the "Queen" arrived.
Looking at the face she saw in the mirror every day, Su Man fell silent.
"Shiman" first bowed deeply to Cholera, knocking his head to the ground. Even the sound of going to the grave was not so loud.
This caused Su Man to let out a "puff".
Shi Man and Cholera can be said to have grown up together. When Cholera first came, Shi Man had already become well-known in Wuyou Cave and was always superior to Cholera.
Although Cholera was wary of Shi Man, the local boss, he would often compete with her. However, he gradually accepted her fate and it seemed that obeying Shi Man had become his instinct.
He thought that he would spend his whole life like this, but he didn't expect that one day, the little fox who was always fearless would follow others and live a life as hypocritical as the immortals.
This is probably the reason why Cholera had such a beautiful dream.
While Su Man was watching Shi Man's memories, Shi Man and Cholera had already started arguing.
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