Chapter 20

Do I want the Bodhi fruit or do I want the Immortal?

The Little White Dragon's questions are always so mysterious. Do I have to choose one?

What should I do if I want both of them?

Touching the soft cloud silk in my hand, I had a plan in mind. I will weave a woman's dress to win the Bodhi fruit and a man's robe to win the Immortal's heart.

I have been a Blood Dragon for a long time. Not to mention the Celestial realm, even in the six realms, my understanding of wind and clouds is second to none. As long as I can think of something, I will definitely be able to weave it. Moreover, ever since I met the Little White Dragon, I feel that the red cloud robe I am wearing is too bright. It doesn't match well if I stand next to him. Why don't I take this opportunity to weave two matching robes? In the future, when I wear them, I will look like a celestial couple.

My mind has just started to move and my hands have already formed a spiritual seal. Chiling is currently tearing the cloud silk robe. Suddenly, she feels the wind around her like a dragon and the clouds are boiling. Tilting her head to take a closer look, the vault of heaven seems to have cracked open. The thick clouds are pouring down like a basin of water in front of Chiling, condensing into a ball of white??

Brain Spirit Ying???

Is?

Soy Bean Cow?

Childish Gap?

Taohuan Yao?

Shield??

Bladder Road??

Bi?

I

I didn't expect that the battle would be so grand. The ladies around me all turned their heads to look. Many of the male guests at my feet even flew into the air and looked back and forth while holding the roses in their hands.

This bastard Fu Feng transmitted his voice over again. His tone was sarcastic.

"Other fairies are gentle and elegant when they weave. Why do you look like you're in a war?

Don't tell me you're trying to weave a big cloud ball when you can't weave a robe and knock out those who are better than you?

Hmm … That's a good idea, but it's a little too sinister! "

"If you talk anymore, I'll knock you out, alright?"

Fufeng laughed heartily and was about to answer. "Very good. Come down and hit me."

However, his Sound Transmission Technique was suddenly intercepted halfway. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't send it up. He rubbed his nose, feeling puzzled. Could it be that there was some kind of restriction?

Beside the Celestial Ruler's throne, Wenqu Xinjun respectfully served him a cup of tea. When he stepped back with his head bowed, he inadvertently glanced at the Celestial Ruler's fingertips and saw that the Celestial Ruler seemed to have just dispersed a spell. His heart sank and he hurriedly wanted to call Wuqu Xingjun to be vigilant against the evil demons. However, he saw the Celestial Ruler take the teacup and leisurely sipping it. He glanced up and saw that it was the cloud of the Chiling God.

Since the day the Chiling God broke into the main hall of the Xuanji Palace, the Celestial Ruler immediately dismissed him, Wenqu Xinjun felt that something was wrong. The tide in the Wangchuan River was abnormal, as if the gate to the Underworld was about to open. He had been waiting by the river for several months and collected many clues. His Majesty was usually very attentive to official affairs. Why would he chase him out after hearing only half of it?

However, since Fairy Jin Mi had passed away, His Majesty had lost his soul and did not seem to be moved.

"Wuqu Xingjun, do you know …" After serving the tea, he stepped aside and stood beside Wuqu Xingjun. He thought that since he had been accompanying His Majesty for the past few months, he should know a lot of inside information. However, just as he began to speak, he heard Wuqu Xingjun mumble in a low voice.

"The seventh time!"

What seventh time?

Wenqu Xinjun thought hard for a long time. The Brocade Weaving Conference had been held at least ten times. How could there be a seventh time?

"The eighth time!

He even raised an eyebrow! "

"Hey!

Wuqu Xingjun!

Come back to your senses! "He tugged at Wuqu Xingjun's sleeve." What are you counting for? "

"Stop fooling around!"

Wuqu Xingjun looked up and down with a pair of bright eyes. "This is the eighth time His Majesty has peeked at the Chiling God!

He even raised an eyebrow just now. As the saying goes, half of the flirtatious glances are already done. Half more and he'll be done! "

"…"

Wenqu Xinjun realized that even though they worked together every day, he still could not understand the thoughts of felines.

"What's done?

His Majesty and the Chiling God are in love with each other? "

"Of course."

Wuqu Xingjun chuckled. "You've only been back for two days, so you don't know the twists and turns. I've already seen the Hibiscus Spring Tent in the Xuanji Palace. It was very exciting!

Fortunately, I went in late and didn't see much that I shouldn't have. That Yong beast was more unlucky than me. It went in too early and probably knew too much. It was punished to go to the Sky Kitchen and watch the deer being slaughtered every day. It's really pitiful! "

"Oh …"

Wenqu Xinjun muttered to himself. He felt that it was not very believable …

On the soft cloud, I carefully controlled the huge cloud ball that was half a person's height. I didn't know that my painstaking punishment had been misunderstood by Wuqu Xingjun.

In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, two clothes with clouds as the bones and wind as the spirit slowly took shape. Different from the thin red clothes on my body, these two clothes had three layers. The outermost layer was the embroidered face, the innermost layer was the soft and delicate lining, and in the middle was a thin layer of water mirror. In the middle, there was a lifelike water dragon. The water dragon was originally lifeless, but after I fed it a Spirit Gathering Pill, it slowly swam under the hem of the dress. The entire dress was ice blue with water spiritual power. It not only looked like an immortal, but also had the spirit of a dragon to defend against enemies. I was finally satisfied.

After hiding the male robe, I tore open the cloud ball and the female dress used for the Token of Flowers flew out. Under the bright sunlight, an ice colored spirit dragon swam and shuttled back and forth between the fluttering clothes. As the dragon's body and tail swayed, the refracted sunlight gradually became colorful, and the color of the dress also became richer.

"Wow!

So beautiful!

This is the most beautiful dress I've ever seen! "

Lian Qiao's eyes reflected the seven colors of the rainbow, and her small mouth slightly opened. She couldn't help but tiptoe to touch the gorgeous dress. I removed the water mirror, and let the sunlight shine more brightly. The immortals on the side saw the opportunity, and spiritual light surged in their hands. More than ten tender and beautiful roses fell into my palm.

"Chiling God's weaving technique is profound, and the dress is stunning. This little immortal is amazed. Ten years of spiritual power is a token of my respect."

"This little immortal's horizons have been broadened today. Seventy years of spiritual power, please kindly accept it!"

"This little immortal just went through a tribulation and ascended a few days ago. Embarrassed, five years of spiritual power is a token of my respect!"

"This little immortal is not talented. Twenty years …"

… … …

If it was a normal day, not to mention ten or twenty years of spiritual power, I wouldn't care even if it was a thousand or ten thousand years of spiritual power. But now, holding the Token of Flowers in my hand, I was so happy that I couldn't close my mouth. Not to mention five years of spiritual power, even if it was a month, I would be extremely happy!

"Many thanks, immortals!

Many thanks, many thanks!

I wish that your immortal path will be smooth, and all the way to success! "

These young immortals probably thought that immortals like me who cultivated water element spiritual power were all cold and aloof, so they stared at my smiling face in a daze. But since they gave me their spiritual power, I definitely wouldn't be ungrateful and laugh at them!

"Immortal … Immortal … My name is Bai Chan, I … I like …"

I received it from a young immortal. His immature face was flushed red, and he held the rose tightly in his hand. He stammered and couldn't say anything. I looked at his pale fingertips, and estimated that he wouldn't be able to pull out the rose with his ordinary strength, so I smiled even more warmly.

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly. There's no one else here, so don't be nervous. Come, let go, don't hurt!"

"Immortal … You …"

His eyes brightened, and the blush on his face deepened. Out of instinct, I raised my hand to touch his forehead.

"Is it because the wind in the clouds is too strong, and you caught a cold?

That can't be, I still feel hot! "

As soon as I finished speaking, the scorching heat became even more intense. Behind me, Lian Qiao cried out in alarm.

"Immortal, be careful!!"

Almost instinctively, I pushed Little Immortal Bai Chan down, protected the rose in my arms, and opened the Water Mirror. But this time, the Nine Planets True Fire wasn't like Xufeng's weak palm wind. The Water Mirror only lasted for half a second before it suddenly shattered!

As expected, I wasn't an immortal who was good at offense and defense!

Below the stage, the Celestial Ruler and Fufeng stood in shock at the same time. The difference was that Fufeng was cultivating wood element spiritual power, so he couldn't interfere. But the Little White Dragon's palm was already gushing out a large ball of mist!

I was tightly surrounded by a ball of extremely hot true fire, and there was no way to avoid it. The bright red robe was entangled with the leaping flames. No matter how I summoned clouds and rain, or how much spiritual power I used to suppress it, it was useless. I could only look on helplessly as the reddish-gold color burned all the way up from the bottom of my skirt.

So hot, so painful.

The surrounding immortals who were delivering flowers all turned pale with fright, and stayed far away. I clutched the hem of my robe tightly. Even if I tore the hem of my skirt, I still couldn't stop the flames that were like maggots attached to the bones.

The smoke made it difficult for me to breathe, and my soul was in a mess because of the scorching flames. But in the midst of the chaos, I seemed to catch a glimpse of the Little White Dragon's fluttering sleeves, and a strong hand suddenly pressed against my waist.

"Chiling!

Take off your clothes! "