The cold snow peak is no longer snowing all year round, the pear blossoms on the mountain are in full bloom on the white snow all year round, the wind blows, the pure white petals rustle on the ground, it is somewhat the same as the snowflakes, less cold, more gentle. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Master!"

Ye Lang woke up from her dream, looked at the surrounding environment, and was a little puzzled, wasn't she in the Valley of the Buried Sword? Isn't it supposed to be smelting that drop of Zhurong Essence Blood? How could she lie on the bed clean and tidy, the furnishings in the room were all items from her previous cave, but it was not a place she was familiar with, but it was a bit like the room she had lived in for many years in her previous life.

Was it just a dream, in the dream she was in a sea of fire, couldn't find the direction, tried to find a way to live, but was pierced through the heart by a sword, and now the pain in her heart is still so clear, is it really just a dream?

The things on the table made Ye Lang's eyes light up, and the broken wind and her storage ring were placed on it intact, and there were no traces of repair.

It's not a dream, the pain of the Buried Sword Valley is real, and the things in her previous life are also real, so is she back in Zixiao now?

Thinking of that drop of essence blood, Ye Lang didn't care about anything else, closed her eyes, sat cross-legged, put her hands on her knees, took a deep breath, her divine sense sank into the dantian, and looked at her own situation, she only knew that the fusion should be successful in the end, but she didn't know what the result was, and the current situation made her a little incredulous.

The dantian is like a pool of water, the aura hanging above is like a cloud, dripping a few bits of liquid from time to time, and the aura in her body will be more abundant, completely beyond her imagination, the meridians are like rivers, the aura absorbed from the outside flows along the way, all gathered into the dantian, Ye Lang retracted her consciousness, her dantian seems to be different from others.

Ye Lang picked up the teacup on the table, and wanted to pour herself a glass of water, but the strength was not properly grasped, the cup was in her hand, and it was split into several pieces......

What's her situation now, or is this stuff too fragile?

After trying it a few times, Ye Lang faced up to his strength, if it weren't for the appearance and touch of normal skin, Ye Lang would almost suspect that there was a giant beast lurking in his body.

Could this be the real effect of the Flood Witch Body?

She seems to have directly entered the Jindan stage of the Flood Desolate Witch Body, is the next step to strengthen the Yuan Infant, the Flood Desolation Witch Body's Transformation Stage can cultivate the Yuan Infant into another self, thinking of this, Ye Lang was a little moved, but when she thought that she didn't even have a foundation now, cultivating the Yuan Infant, and even the Transformation Stage was too far away from her.

Put away the ring and break the wind, Ye Lang pushed open the door, the spring color of the garden made her a little trance, the person standing under the pear blossoms, white hair and gray clothes, even the posture of looking up was the same, similar scenes made her tears.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ye Que turned around and said gently, "Apprentice, awake?" ”

"Master, I miss you." Ye Lang ignored everything else, threw himself into Ye Que's arms, didn't think about anything, didn't say anything, just like that, with thoughts, grievances, and remorse, he cried and wet Ye Que's clothes.

Hearing the sobbing sound of his apprentice, Ye Que didn't know how to comfort him, he hadn't seen him for four years, he had a lot of things to ask, and he didn't want to ask at the moment when he reached the tip of his tongue.

It wasn't until Ye Lang was tired of crying that he came out of Ye Que's arms, and lowered his head a little embarrassed, thinking that he was dreaming, and turned all his emotions into tears and cried out together, after finding out that something was wrong, Shizun just touched his head one by one, that kind of warmth, she didn't want to lose, anyway, she is still young now, she has the right to be coquettish, and she is really a little unaccustomed to being coquettish for the first time in her previous life and this life.

"I'm crying like a little cat, but I don't look like you at all." Looking at the apprentice who finally showed the posture of his little daughter, Ye Que had the illusion that my family had a girl who had just grown up, yes, they were already fifteen-year-old girls, and such an age was the age of Ji Lu in the secular world.

"In the eyes of the master, what kind of person is Ah Lang." Ye Lang raised his head and asked, his eyes full of anticipation.

Ye Que squinted his eyes, there was a smile between his eyebrows, and he looked Ye Lang up and down, he hadn't seen her for four years, and he didn't know what she had experienced, her cultivation was stagnant, and the cultivation of the Flood Desolate Witch Body exceeded his expectations, no! Ye Que frowned, it shouldn't be like this!

"Master? What's wrong? Ye Lang asked puzzled.

Seeing the worry in Ye Lang's eyes, Ye Que hid the doubts in his heart and said with a smile: "I'm happy for my teacher for Ah Lang, the spear you brought back is very extraordinary, it seems that you have only been in the Burial Sword Valley for four years because of it?" ”

Ye Que smiled and pointed to the spear on the table beside him, which had been covered by falling pear blossoms, and a hint of crimson was faintly visible.

"Four years?" Ye Lang was surprised.

In fact, four years have passed, and there is no concept of time in the Burial Sword Valley, although her height has been changing, she doesn't care about this, she just thinks that it is the effect of fusing all kinds of blood, but she doesn't suspect that so much time has passed outside, it stands to reason that she has disappeared for such a long time, and the head of the sect should send someone to find her.

Ye Lang's eyes swept to the storage ring on her hand, yes, she wrote a letter to report safety, presumably it was the master who stopped those people, the master had complete trust in her, so she came to Hu Lai, thinking of this, Ye Lang felt that his nose was sour, and there seemed to be something in his eyes that was about to flow out.

Shizun is always like this, to her, unconditional trust, always like to spoil her silently behind her back, in her previous life, she never thought about her arrogance, why no one looked for her trouble, everyone hated her, but did not dare to assassinate her, she was deceived to what extent, will ignore the master who has always been good to her.

Ye Que saw that she was depressed, thinking that she was so depressed because her cultivation had not grown in the past few years, and touched her comfort: "Don't worry about the things that you cultivate, it will come naturally, take your time to build the foundation, you are still young, don't worry." ”

"Yes, I know." Ye Que's misunderstanding, Ye Lang did not open his mouth to explain.

In four years, Bai Ningxue may have successfully built a foundation, and in one more year, Mu Yunxuan will appear, according to the trajectory of the previous life, the two must know each other, and ambiguously, if there is no her joining, will the women around Mu Yunxuan directly point the finger at Bai Ningxue, the prologue of the real white lotus against the pseudo-white lotus, she is looking forward to it.

"Chongli, I've studied it carefully, and it just matches you, can I have a choice of exercises?" Ye Que did not continue to be obsessed with the matter of cultivation.

"Zixiao swordsmanship is the majority, but there are very few marksmanship, the disciple's reward from four years ago has not been received, maybe the Treasure Pavilion has the exercises that the disciple needs."

Remembering what the knower said about the inheritance in the essence and blood, there was still a trace of expectation, and there was a chance to get the inheritance and go to the pinnacle of life, why didn't she seem to get anything except to strengthen her body, the strange scene in the dantian, she still can't figure it out, she seems to have gone crooked from the beginning.

"I've been to the Treasure Pavilion for the teacher, as far as the marksmanship is concerned, there is no best exercise, even if you learn the high-quality exercise, it is also buried in Chongli, there is a practice here for the teacher, and your current spiritual root, the weapon is just right, you study more, if you don't understand, you can come and ask as a teacher."

Ye Que took out a piece of jade slip, looked at the past, the same is a little old, broken, the existence of time is definitely not short, Ye Lang just stretched out his hand, a killing aura of the flood period came to his face, and the breath in the Burial Sword Valley is very familiar, is it the practice of the ancient period, Ye Lang supported her forehead, her master, but how many things were hidden.

"This is the martial emperor's own exercise, the twelve styles of burning the sky." Ye Que lowered his head and carefully put the jade slip in his hand in Ye Lang's hand, his eyes flickering a little.

He does have a lot of exercises in his hands before the formation of the Nine Domains, and even the inheritance that was cut off five thousand years ago, but he can't take it out, when those things are not made public, he won't steal the inheritance obtained by other sects to achieve the Zixiao Sect, one day, he will choose the right person to reorganize the glory of the year.

The marksmanship given to Ye Lang was not in his collection, as if it appeared on his desk for no reason, and there was no trace of the task.