"If it's fast, half a moon will do." Cang Yuan thought about the time.

"Okay, I'll prepare for this time." Ling Chuxi calculated the time, he would not miss visiting the major sects, and he was just in time to collect the remnants of the abyss, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

After saying that, Cangyuan disappeared into the Falling Dust Sword. After a while, some faint black-brown dots oozed from the snowy sword body, which was obviously the Cangyuan Sword Spirit re-refining the Falling Dust Sword, and it was clear little by little the impurities in it.

Duan Xiaomo closed his eyes tightly and wouldn't wake up for a while.

It will take some time for him to get used to his memory suddenly, although the emotions are not complete, but the death of his parents will definitely leave some shadows in his heart, and he will suffer the pain of losing his parents at a young age, and it is impossible to be as calm as it seems on the surface.

Looking at the slightly furrowed brow in his sleep, Ling Chuxi stroked his cheek with pity, covered the quilt for him, and did not wake him up.

Ling Chuxi used to feel that his life experience was bumpy, but compared with Duan Xiaomo, he felt that he was actually lucky.

After all, his parents are still alive, there is still hope for his relatives to be reunited, and there is an eldest brother who is not around, but has always cared for him in his own way.

Thinking of the eldest brother, a warm smile appeared on the corner of Ling Chuxi's mouth, and he didn't know where the eldest brother was now, and whether his strength had improved again? Ling Chuxi secretly made a decision, and when he received the abyss remnant of the Jindan Sect, he would be the first to visit the Liuyun Sect.

The night was cold, and the window was cool, Duan Xiaomo turned over and clinged to Ling Chuxi's side, his brows also relaxed, and he slept extremely sweetly.

Ling Chuxi didn't feel much sleep, so she figured out the Cangyuan Seven Swords that the Cangyuan Sword Spirit had just used, she had practiced for so long, she thought that she had almost comprehended it, but after seeing Cangyuan's sword intent, she realized that the mystery of the sword was beyond her imagination.

Immersed in the sword intent, Ling Chuxi's mind gradually fell into emptiness.

As the sky gradually brightened, Ling Chuxi withdrew from his cultivation, opened his eyes, and saw that Duan Xiaomo had woken up at some point, sitting quietly beside him without saying a word, his eyes were no longer empty and confused, but he didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking.

"Xiaomo, are you awake? Are you feeling okay? Ling Chuxi held Xiaomo's hand and asked.

"Hmm." Duan Xiaomo nodded, although his face was still expressionless, Ling Chuxi could feel his attachment to him.

"Chu Xi, Xiaomo, how's it going?" At this time, Duan Feiyu's slightly trembling voice came from outside.

Ling Chuxi then remembered that there was still a Dharma protector standing outside, Xiao Mo slept comfortably, and he also cultivated for a while, but this Dharma protector stood all night.

When he opened the door, he saw Duan Feiyu's face pale from the cold, and the frost on his head was like a pulsatilla. Although the Sect Sacred Realm was forbidden by the formation and separated from the World Realm outside, the temperature was still extremely low at night, in order to protect Ling Chuxi, Duan Feiyu did not dare to use all his strength to resist the severe cold, and his whole body was frozen and his limbs twitched, and now he really couldn't help it.

"It's nothing big at the moment." Ling Chuxi was a little embarrassed, originally Cangyuan had already been cured, but she forgot that there was still a person standing stupidly outside, causing him to blow the cold wind for most of the night.

Duan Feiyu looked at Duan Xiaomo and found that his state was very different from before, although there was no expression on his face, he could no longer see the emptiness and confusion in his eyes.