She secretly thought: How is Yue Cang doing now? Is he okay? Still thinking about yourself?

Yun Miao's mood suddenly darkened, she sighed softly, and then looked in the mirror.

The mother in the mirror is holding a small toddler in her arms, snuggling tightly on the Danxia Peak, and in the distance is a group of people running away in panic.

The parents' eyes were solemn and anxious, as if they had encountered some serious problems, they still looked so young, but their expressions were full of vicissitudes.

Many years ago, Yun Miao had asked Master Su Jian about his biological parents.

Master said that one day, she would find the answer, and she could not imagine that this day would be a thousand years later.

A sense of amazement filled Yun Miao's heart, and she walked around the room in annoyance, and the four phantoms looked at each other but couldn't think about it.

After a long time, Yun Miao finally picked up the Shenche Sword, came to the courtyard, and practiced the sword one by one according to the images in his mind.

It seems that it didn't take much effort, Yun Miao played nine sword tricks in one go: the sea is inclusive, the wall is thousands of miles, the qi runs through Changhong, the great ingenuity is clumsy, the simplicity is true, the inaction is done, the Tao is hidden in the subtle, the heaven and the earth are unkind, and the life is to die.

Compared to the diagram in his mind, the move was no different, but Yun Miao always felt that it seemed to be something missing.

She knew that the Nine Secrets of Vientiane were divided into three realms, namely the realm of subtlety, the realm of pure youth, and the realm of harmony.

The so-called wonderful realm is the primary realm, which pays attention to the regularity of the movements, vivid, without any difference, fights, and the eyes are in hand.

This realm is not a problem for him at all, and after a few repetitions, he can already use this set of swordsmanship proficiently.

The realm of pure green is already an intermediate realm, paying attention to pure fire, not limited to form, and doing whatever you want.

And the realm of harmony is the highest realm of the Nine Tricks of Vientiane.

When the realm of harmony is reached, then heaven and man are one, all things are used by me, and I can be turned into all things, and I can even be the enemy's blade, the enemy has no one to hurt, and we can kill the enemy invisibly.

Yun Miao comprehended while dancing the sword, and did not realize that the moon was over, although the swordsmanship became more and more proficient, the realm did not improve at all.

Yun Miao's heart couldn't help but be secretly bored, so she simply stopped practicing swords, left the small courtyard alone, and walked around the small cave.

At the beginning, those flowers and flying fish that amazed her, fluorescent fire, are now accustomed to it, and now it is those Qingtan old vines that can attract her more.

When Yun Miao came back to his senses in a daze, he found that he was actually standing under those jagged rattans again, and the water in front of him was crystal clear.

Such a scenery makes the life of Apocalypse Peak and the Demon Spider Jungle come to you all at once.

Yun Miao's heart ached, yes, she missed the days of Apocalypse City, and missed those friends who shared life and death.

Mu Rongfei, who is always chattering, Lu Ye, who cherishes words like gold, Yue Cang, who is calm, and Yang Yi who is shrewd.

Are they all okay? Are they all alive?

If I live, I should at least have reached the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage, will they still remember me?

Yun Miao looked up at the sky, the sky in the night, starry, where are you, where am I, can I still return to the sea of seven stars and clouds?

Yun Miao suddenly raised his hand, wanting to cast a portal, but was surprised to find that the power of his true yuan was so dignified that it was difficult to flow.

Yes, after thousands of years of stagnation, the power of the True Yuan has not been exhausted, which should be regarded as a miracle.

Yun Miao secretly thought, she suddenly understood, true yuan power and swordsmanship complement each other, no wonder her swordsmanship is difficult to break through, it seems that the reason is this.

Why did you forget the power of the true element? Trapped in the grave of tears for thousands of years, has he really become so sluggish?

Yun Miao shuddered in her heart, she felt that she really needed to calm down and think about it now, instead of rushing to practice swords, she had survived a thousand years, what are you afraid of now?

Thinking of this, Yun Miao's heart suddenly brightened, got up and left the small pool, and muttered to himself as he walked: "Apocalypse City, wait for me, no matter what, I will go back." ”

At this moment, Yun Miao suddenly found that beside him, there was a white and chubby little doll with a big red belly pocket, the doll stared at Yun Miao with dark eyes, looking at Yun Miao intently, and her face was full of doubts.

When he saw this doll, Yun Miao was taken aback, and secretly screamed ashamed, when did this doll appear, he didn't even notice it.

I really can't delay any longer, my current skills are really too weak, I have to hurry up and recover, I only cared about practicing swords a few days ago, and now it seems that I haven't grasped the point!

But at this point, Yun Miao really wanted to see what this little doll wanted to do, she simply turned her head, looked directly at the little doll in front of her, and reached forward to catch him.

But as soon as Yun Miao put her hand in front of the doll, her fingertips stabbed, and indescribable numbness surged all over her body, and Yun Miao quickly retreated and jumped

, looked at the little doll angrily and said, "Who are you a monster, actually discharge electricity to me!" ”

Miss Yun, don't be angry, I really have no ill will towards you. The little doll hurriedly explained

Yun Miao frowned slightly, listening to his words, he seemed to know himself: "Who are you?" Where did it come from? ”

"The small cave that has been empty for thousands of years suddenly fluctuates with vivid popularity, and every grass and tree here will naturally know it."

The little doll seemed to have something to say, and then stopped as if it were a joke.

Yun Miao didn't dig deeper, she felt that it was useless to ask more, if she wanted to say it, he would naturally say it, but if she didn't want to say it, she wouldn't say it if she asked.

Sure enough, the little doll continued: "As for who I am, I can't hide it, I'm an old ginseng that has become a fine tree." ”

The little doll stopped, her eyes wandering over Yun Miao's face, as if she was inquiring about something, and her body made a gesture of slipping away at any time, as if she was wary that Yun Miao would catch him stew soup at any time.

"Ginwa, can discharge the baby?"

Yun Miao's face was expressionless, but his words revealed undisguised suspicion.

"Yes, on the day I became a spirit, when I suffered a heavenly calamity, I absorbed the power of the thunderbolt.

Fortunately, he escaped the catastrophe, and since then he has been carrying a thunderbolt, and when he is in danger, he can protect himself.

However, with the weakening of the Great Demon Sealing Array, my cultivation has been suppressed and greatly reduced.

I'm here today to ask Miss Yun to allow me to be your retinue. ”

The weakening of the Great Demon Sealing Array? Suppressing cultivation, this news shocked Yun Miao's heart.

The Great Demon Mohe, sure enough, was sealed in the Great Array, and actually had such a great influence on the surrounding environment, if the formation appeared, what kind of catastrophe would it bring?

Could it be that the fall of one's own cultivation is also related to this? What if so?

Yun Miao's mind turned back and forth, but his expression was as always, not leaking.

"What's your name, and why are you my retinue?"

My name is Perak. Thunderbolt's eyes rolled, as if hesitating to answer Yunmiao's question.

Yun Miao saw that he hesitated, so he turned around and made a gesture to leave.