Shangguan Li frowned, thought about it seriously, and thought that it was the same reason, so she stretched out her hand through the curtain and said, "Hold your hand." ”

Cheng Xiaoxi was all about deceiving spiritual power, where did he think about whether it was suitable or not, hearing this, he hurriedly held Shangguan Li's small hand tightly, for fear that he would be a step too late, and when Shangguan Li reacted, he would regret it.

After he held it, Shangguan Li's eyes closed, and the spiritual power in her body was continuously transported to Cheng Xiaoxi along her palm, and then stored in the spirit yuan through Cheng Xiaoxi's guidance.

This process lasted for about half a moment, and Shangguan Li did not doubt that he had him, and divided out the spiritual power equivalent to one percent of himself, and provided it to Cheng Xiaoxi to absorb and store.

After only paying a few small tricks, he gained so much spiritual power back, Cheng Xiaoxi secretly rejoiced in his heart, he secretly glanced at the side of the curtain, only to see Shangguan Li smile on his face, and said to him: "Is it enough?"

This is not to blame for Xiaoxi's stinginess, you must know that he spends a lot of time every day to gather spiritual power, so that the spiritual yuan is more and more abundant, but now the northern land is barren, and the spiritual power no longer exists at all, and Chengxiaoxi naturally has no spirit to gather.

Not only that, the natural environment on the wasteland is harsh, and he has to constantly consume the spiritual power he stored in the past, seeing that the spiritual power in the spiritual yuan does not increase but decreases, of course he is a little reluctant in his heart, so he thought of a way.

Now that the spiritual yuan has been replenished, Cheng Xiaoxi's heart is happy, and with only Shangguan Li's spiritual power, he can withstand dozens of days of penance.

In addition to being excited, Cheng Xiaoxi kept nodding his head, like a chicken pecking rice, and said busily: "Enough is enough!"

......

Let's talk about the dragon bridge, in the city pass.

After seeing the northbound team leave, Zhou Yixuan walked back to Taishou Mansion.

He walked through the hall, the corridor, and straight to the study.

Entering the study, Zhou Yixuan picked up the ink pen and drew on the paper, seeing its free appearance, obviously in a comfortable mood and confident.

After a while, another woman came into the study, with a beautiful face, graceful and noble, Zhou Yuxuan was not affected, did not raise her head, and continued to paint.

The woman walked around to Zhou Yixuan's side, stood on her tiptoes, poked her head out, and finally sighed when she saw the drawing on the paper.

Zhou Yixuan didn't look back, his expression was focused and serious, the pen strokes fell one after another, and after another hour and a half, he suddenly retracted his wrist and hooked the last step.

Putting down the ink pen, Zhou Yixuan looked at the person in the painting with satisfaction.

The woman thought about it again and again, but she couldn't help but persuade: "Yuxuan, if you send someone to chase after you now, it should be too late." ”

Zhou Yixuan lifted the drawing paper with both hands and blew it upwards gently, but it was not yet dry, and a scent of ink came to his face.

The woman was anxious, and when she saw that he did not answer, she urged again: "Since you know his identity, why do you want to let him go, how many eyeliners are there in this Longqiao City?

Xu couldn't bear to be so anxious about the woman, Zhou Yixuan carefully put down the drawing paper in his hand, then turned around, pulled her with one hand, and hugged her in his arms: "Seeing the school field makes me not very happy, even so, I want to do anything else." ”

The woman rested her head tightly on Zhou Yixuan's chest, feeling the steady and powerful heartbeat, and somehow, she was even more worried in her heart: "But what should I do with the Rock City?"

His face sank, Zhou Yixuan sneered, but there was infinite pride in his heart: "So what, if you do it, you don't need to think about it anymore, I want to see how those old and unadulterated people can do to me!"

The woman saw that Zhou Yixuan always insisted on it, and she could only let him go, but her daughter's mind was much more delicate after all, only to see her raise her head, her eyes were full of manly appearance, and she said in a soft voice: "But now that his identity is exposed, I wonder if he can return to Southern Xinjiang?"

When Zhou Yixuan heard this, he couldn't help but become annoyed in his heart, and when he looked at the characters on the painting, a feeling of powerlessness suddenly rose......

The climate of the wasteland is not milder than that of the Central Plains and southern Xinjiang, but it is still bright and the sun is shining brightly.

In front of me is a low-lying area, and judging by its appearance, it is just right for camping. Whether it is the people in the southern Xinjiang, or the people in the Central Plains and the north, they are all busy, you know, the night in the wasteland is extremely terrifying.

When night comes, the temperature drops suddenly, and a pot of boiling water can turn into ice in an instant. In addition, the hurricane will be rampant, and the ground will be blown off by it, and then it will turn into a storm of sand!

What everyone is doing at this time is to spend the night in peace!

The carriages were no longer used for night rest, and even the horses were to be gathered together, and all the wagons and baggage were placed in the outermost part of the cart in a circle to protect them from the wind and sand.

People set up tents in the middle, pasted them one by one, and then spread thick blankets on the ground so that they would not be eroded by the wind and cold.

Night, coming quietly, Cheng Xiaoxi has spiritual power to protect himself, naturally not afraid of the cold, he pushed open the heavy door barrier, and walked out.

Standing at the door of the tent, Cheng Xiaoxi listened to the voices around him, and he didn't know where his mood had flown to.

Looking up at the sky, he saw a starry spot, and in the distance, a black cloud rose, as if a storm was coming, but he was in the camp, and there was not even a reference around, and he couldn't tell what direction it was.

He Fatzi has already wrapped himself tightly, it is said that a body of his size should be able to withstand the wind and cold, but he is one of the outliers, not only afraid of heat during the day, but also afraid of cold at night.

A pair of fat hands stretched out a gap in the quilt, and two small black eyes were exposed from it, He Fatzi looked left and right, but he didn't see the figure of his junior brother, so he could only stick his head out and call in a low voice.

"Senior brother?"

Cheng Xiaoxi was just to breathe, so he got out of the tent, and when he heard the call of his senior brother, he quickly got into it again.

Just exposed his head for a moment, He Fatzi felt cold, and his teeth couldn't help but tremble, he hit three times in a row, and could only retract his head again.

Cheng Xiaoxi lay down next to his senior brother, and when he raised his hand, he sent him another piece of spiritual power.

It seems that at this time in the past, he must still be gathering spiritual power, and now that he has entered the northern land, he feels a little at a loss. Turning sideways, he touched the spirit yuan on his waist, held it with one hand, and wiped it gently with the other, showing a rare warmth in his eyes.

Maybe it won't be long before the Central Plains will become as barren as the Northland!

Although Southern Xinjiang is better than the Central Plains, I am afraid that in the face of the general trend of heaven and earth, it will not last long. At that time, the spiritual power he stored in this spirit element would be extremely precious.

This is Cheng Xiaoxi's persistence, if he can't absorb the spirit into the body to improve his cultivation like other cultivators, then it will accumulate a lot, and it will always be useful in the future.

Today's deception of Shangguan Li's spiritual power is also out of this idea, although the method is not quite correct.

Let go of his heart, Cheng Xiaoxi tried to attract the spirit again, at this time the wind was already raging outside the tent, and He Fatman's snoring also fluctuated with the wind, he smiled bitterly, after all, it was just in vain!

The first night on the wasteland was spent quietly in the self-deprecating sound of Cheng Xiaoxi.

The sky soon lit up, and at first I saw the eastern sky blooming with color, and then I turned back, it was already white!

The sun was shining, the earth was heating up rapidly, and the boundless cold wave was expelled deep underground, waiting for another darkness to come.

In the camp, everyone was busy again, and after breakfast, they began to pack their bags, and by the time the party set out again, it was already an hour later.

The heat and the cold were all miserable, but even so, they couldn't stand still. After all, no matter how hard it is, life has to go on.

The wheels rolled again, "creaking" and rattling, and in the wasteland, there were all uneven roads, and there was no official road to come smoothly.

Another half day passed, and the temperature was even hotter than yesterday, and after obtaining the consent of the majority, lunch was cancelled and had to be solved separately.

In the carriage, Cheng Xiaoxi had a spiritual fruit on the left and a bun on the right, which was so comfortable, and the same was true for Shangguan Li and Yang Yamei, only He Fatzi had a black face and sulked in the corner of the carriage.

The reason couldn't be simpler, when the three of them were swallowing the bread, He Fatzi turned his back and quietly ate the spirit fruit.

Of course, Shangguan Li couldn't see him enjoying it alone, so he handed it all over with one look, but after all these years of consumption, He Fatzi's inventory was not much, and he only counted six when he rummaged through his pockets.