While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

"This is my natal spiritual treasure, inside the mirror of life and death."

"Except for the strange stone forest, the rest of the place is an illusion."

Song Zhi just saw clearly the environment he was in.

On the shore of Lingquan Lake, Qin Weizhong stood with his hands behind his back and spoke quietly.

She and Feng Ye looked at each other, both of them were amazed, but their faces were respectful and they leaned forward.

"Xiao Dao Song Zhi/Feng Ye, I have met Senior Qin and Senior Xu."

"Thank you two seniors for taking the trouble to protect my junior brother Xiaodao. Xiaodao would like to thank you first for my junior brother."

Feng Ye and Song Zhi opened their mouths to greet each other.

When Qin Weizhong glanced at him, Feng Ye bowed again and thanked him sincerely.

Qin Weizhong sighed slightly and turned back to look calmly at Zhao Muyang in the lake, his tone revealing a hint of alienation and indifference.

"It's too early to say thank you at this time."

"After all, no one knows whether Zhao Muyang can survive the inner demon tribulation and successfully advance to the golden elixir."

"If Zhao Muyang fails, won't I look like a joke?"

Qin Weizhong snorted coldly, looking very unapproachable.

Song Zhi and Feng Ye exchanged vague glances, with smiles on their faces, both of them looking deeply convinced.

Seeing the two of them cowering and being as honest as turtledoves, Xu Zhao, who was watching the whole process, couldn't help but smile like a joke.

At this time, Song Zhi and Feng Ye had cast their sights on the center of the lake.

There, Zhao Muyang was sitting cross-legged on the lake with his five hearts facing upward.

His eyes were closed tightly, and he was surrounded by three kinds of auras: gold, green and red.

The spirit gathering array crazily gathered the three spiritual energy elements of gold, wood, and fire around Zhao Muyang.

As he breathed in and out, the huge spiritual energy gradually disappeared.

Because Song Zhi and the others were close together, and Song Zhi was a perfect golden elixir, she could easily find out the progress of Zhao Muyang's elixir formation.

At this time, in Zhao Muyang's dantian, a small, round pill had begun to take shape.

However, what is worrying is that Zhao Muyang's golden elixir is covered with a black and red demonic aura at the same time.

This is exactly the manifestation of Zhao Muyang's suffering from inner demons.

After realizing this, Song Zhi and Feng Ye both frowned and couldn't help but feel worried.

The demonic energy on the golden elixir surged violently. This move showed that Zhao Muyang was now deeply trapped in the illusion of inner demons.

"Xiaoyang, wake up quickly!"

Seeing this scene, Feng Ye cried out in worry, but Song Zhi pursed his red lips tightly, his face expressionless.

Zhao Muyang is the future ninth-grade number one alchemist.

He must not be ruined by the elixir-forming ceremony!

*
At this time, Zhao Muyang had no idea that Song Zhi and Feng Ye had come to watch the ceremony.

He has fallen into the illusion woven by his inner demons. He has long forgotten his name and is forming elixirs.

From Zhao Muyang's perspective, he was just a young scholar in the Yu Dynasty.

My family was once a landlord in the village, and I had a small fortune.

Because his father was lazy and lazy, all his property was squandered.

Now Zhao Muyang has no father or mother, only a blue-tiled house with three rooms and a cheap wife picked up from the snow.

His wife Zhizhi not only looks bright and delicate, but also has a gentle and virtuous personality.

She claimed to have amnesia and was grateful for Zhao Muyang's life-saving grace, so she insisted on committing herself to him.

Zhao Muyang feels that life in the countryside is comfortable and comfortable.

Next, he only needs to study hard and go to Beijing to take the exam in a year.

As long as they can obtain the title, the old Zhao family will be able to honor their ancestors, and their chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven.

Of course, during this period, if he and Zhizhi could successfully create a human being and give birth to a son and a half daughters...

Then his little life would be even more perfect.

*
In the study room with the largest area, Zhao Muyang held a book in one hand and stared at his wife who was embroidering in the corner with his head down and a silly smile on his face.

He was imagining things, but something strange popped up in his mind at an inappropriate time, causing him to regain consciousness subconsciously. "hiss!"

Suddenly, Naoren throbbed violently, causing Zhao Muyang to moan uncontrollably.

This sound immediately attracted Zhizhi's attention.

Zhizhi quickly put down the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, stood up and leaned over nervously.

"Master!"

"But the headache happened again?"

"I bought some fairy oil the day before yesterday. I'll get it and apply it on you to soothe it."

Zhizhi frowned and said, turning around and rushing to the bedroom, but Zhao Muyang had quick eyes and quick hands and reached out to grab her wrist.

Holding Zhiwei's slender hand, Zhao Muyang murmured with blurred eyes: "Junior sister, why are you dressed like this?"

"Where's your sword?"

Zhizhi's red lips opened slightly, a flash of surprise and alert flashed across her eyes, but she replied in confusion: "Ms. sir?"

"I'm Zhizhi, not some junior sister."

"I don't have a sword either."

"I can only do some sewing and embroidery..."

"Ms. sir, have you admitted the wrong person?"

Zhiwei's eyelashes drooped slightly, and her voice contained a hint of crying.

She turned her head and looked away, just not looking at Zhao Muyang's face.

Zhao Muyang, who was originally thinking about the strange scene in his mind, suddenly stopped trying to get to the bottom of it.

He put his arms around Zhizhi's thin shoulders and swore with an anxious look on his face: "Madam, you misunderstood your husband!"

"Except for my wife, my husband has never been close to any other woman in my life."

"I, I don't know why, suddenly the appearance of a woman appeared."

"That woman calls me Senior Brother. She is very good at swordsmanship..."

"Her face is exactly the same as my lady's, but it's cold and calm, not as gentle and beautiful as my lady's."

She never showed him the coquettish, shy little daughter attitude.

The woman who suddenly appeared in his mind was not his wife Zhizhi.

Zhao Muyang concealed this knowledge. He took advantage of the situation and put his arms around Zhizhi's shoulders, and hugged Zhizhi with a sad face.

He tried his best to tell himself not to think too much, but he always unconsciously transferred the woman's feelings to his wife.

"Ms. sir, I trust you."

"That's all, don't think too much about it."

"Maybe it's because you read the book "The Legend of Knights" the day before yesterday, which made you think about it."

"Yesterday Aunt Wang taught me how to make lotus seed chicken."

"I've been simmering it in the pot for a long time. Calculating the time, it should be cooked. My husband, how about we go to the stove to have dinner together?"

Zhizhi said with a smooth face.

She stretched out her arms and hugged Zhao Muyang, relying on him both physically and mentally.

In the past, Zhao Muyang only felt that he was enjoying himself endlessly, but now he had a feeling of being twisted.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, ma'am."

"Maybe I read too many story books and got distracted."

"My wife has tender hands and a delicate body. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a boudoir lady from a rich family."

"But she is definitely not a knight-errant who wields swords and swords."

Zhao Muyang held Zhizhi's hands and kissed them tenderly.

He still likes his wife more than the "Zhiwei" who acts vigorously and appears to be true to his word.

However, had he watched Knight Rider the day before yesterday?
How come he has no impression at all?
Also, why does he always have a sense of urgency and trance that he has forgotten something?

Could it be that, as Zheng Sanniang said, he was possessed by evil spirits?