The glass of wine still worked after all, Qingyu was drunk, and she fell asleep as soon as she got drunk, and she didn't wake up until noon the next day. Since Wang Yuwei's incident, Qing Yu has been staying at home, she doesn't want to hear about Wang Yuwei, she doesn't dare to go to see her, she is afraid of seeing her haggard face.

At the same time, she resents herself, Sister Yuwei doesn't know what's going on, Yun Qingyu, do you only know how to escape?

The wine has not subsided, Qing Yu went out, she wanted to see Sister Yuwei.

Wang Yuwei was as thin as she imagined, not only that, but she was also sick. Lying on the bed, his face was bloodless and haggard.

Qingyu's nose was sour, and she couldn't help but come down with tears, sat down in front of the window, and gently stroked Wang Yuwei's hair, "Sister, sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

A smile appeared on Wang Yuwei's pale face, "Qingyu, are you here?" ”

Qing Yu nodded, "It's me who is not good, I should have come to see my sister earlier." My sister has suffered so much, but I ...... I ......" she said, and tears began to fall.

Wang Yuwei gently patted Qingyu's hand and said gently: "Silly child, sister doesn't blame you." ”

Qing Yu wiped her tears, looked at Wang Yuwei and said, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" When will it get better? She knew that immortal cultivators were not easy to get sick, and although their cultivation was not high, they were still immortal cultivators no matter what.

Wang Yuwei's face darkened, and she said softly: "You don't have to worry, my sister is fine." I remember that you really wanted to know what kind of spirit root you were, and my sister still has some spirit stones here, so you can use them. Luofu also has a special place to test the spiritual root, and my sister has already done it for you, so you can go there. After speaking, she took out two spirit stones and put them in Qing Yu's hand, and said gently: "Spirit stones can help you cultivate, you have to cultivate well and break through as soon as possible." ”

Qing Yu saw that she was still planning for herself, and her heart was even more moved, "Sister, I can't ask for it, you can keep it." ”

Wang Yuwei glared at her, pretending to be angry and said, "Don't you listen to me!" Seeing Qing Yu take it, she smiled, "Sister is resigned to her fate, but you must leave here." There's a bigger world out there, you can't be trapped here, you have to go to your father. ”

Hearing Wang Yuwei mention his father, Qing Yu's face turned gloomy, "For so many years, he hasn't come to me, perhaps, he has forgotten that he has a daughter like me." ”

Wang Yuwei said sharply: "Qingyu, how can you talk such nonsense? How can there be such a father in the world? Maybe he ran into some trouble, but you need to know that immortal cultivators will also have it if they have been in retreat for more than ten years. ”

Hearing her say this, Qing Yu nodded lightly and said, "Sister, I know it's wrong. ”

Seeing her like this, Wang Yuwei smiled and nodded, "You go and test the spiritual root, it's over there in the West Courtyard." ”

……

West Courtyard.

Looking at the independent small building, Qing Yu was a little apprehensive and a little excited.

She was thinking, what kind of spiritual root could I be?

I heard that only by knowing the spiritual root can she choose the exercises that suit her, although she has no exercises to choose from now.

Before she got closer, a middle-aged man with a serious face stood in front of her and looked her up and down, "You are Yun Qingyu?" ”

Qing Yu nodded, "Exactly." ”

"Come with me."

Qing Yu followed behind him, and saw him take out a very special wooden sword with carved patterns on it, she couldn't understand it, she only felt that it was extremely mysterious, "Put your hand on it, and then try to send out spiritual power." ”

Qing Yu nodded, and the spiritual power in his hand leaked.

However, the wooden sword did not react.

"No spiritual roots?" The middle-aged man was a little confused and asked Qing Yu to try again, however, Mu Jian still didn't have any reaction.

The middle-aged man didn't believe it, and reached out to touch the wooden sword, and in an instant, the wooden sword turned yellow, and the yellow began to climb up from the handle, and then stopped at two blocks. After making sure that the wooden sword was intact, the middle-aged man told Qing Yu that she had no spiritual root.

"Didn't you say that you can't store your aura without a spiritual root?" The middle-aged man grabbed Qing Yu's wrist and said strangely, "It's really strange, you can actually keep your aura?" ”

Qing Yu wanted to speak and stopped, but the middle-aged man saw it and said sharply: "What do you want to say?" ”

Qing Yu said: "I practice for ten hours a day, and every time I feel like I have to break through, but I don't know why there is always no way. Steward, do you know why? At this point, she was already crying, "What should I do?" I still want to cultivate immortals! ”

The middle-aged man was relieved, thinking that she cultivated all the time every day, and it was understandable that there was aura that had not yet dispersed, if she didn't continue to cultivate, I am afraid that the rest of the aura would be dispersed.

His face was not as good as it was just now, as if he said in the language of a sentence: "You don't have a spiritual root, no matter how hard you try, it won't be useful, I advise you to give up early." ”

Qing Yu cried and ran away when she heard this, and when she ran away, she stopped, her face was already frosty, and she was extremely quiet.

Can't you cultivate without a spiritual root?

She didn't believe it.

The reason why she said that just now was for the future, because she knew that there was no way for a "useless" immortal cultivator like her to become a furnace ding. Fortunately, she finally removed this hidden danger, and in the future, she would have to close the door and gradually disappear from their sight, because only in this way would she be safe.

"Qing Yu, you don't even have a spiritual root? However, your cultivation? Hearing Qingyu's news, Wang Yuwei couldn't believe it. Without a spiritual root, it would be so difficult to cultivate, and it would even be almost impossible to advance to the next level.

Qing Yu lowered his head and said a little lonely: "Sister, this is all destined by God, Qing Yu seems to have no such blessing." I don't know if it's an illusion, she saw a hint of joy flashing on Wang Yuwei's face, and then it was complicated.

Her heart shook: Sister Yuwei, why is she, why is she so?

She clearly felt that there was a hint of joy in that joy, a hint of mockery.

She knew the difference between immortal cultivators and mortals, the difference between heaven and earth, the distance between clouds and mud. But, Wang Yuwei, why does she have such an expression? She was still planning for herself at noon, and then at this time, she was rejoicing that she couldn't cultivate? She's rejoicing?

Qing Yu went back, and she walked slowly, like heavy lead under her feet.

She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand why people are so complicated, one moment she was still affectionate and affectionate with you, and the next moment, she can be happy for your misfortune.

Unconsciously, she deviated from the road, walked to a meadow, squatted down, lightly touched the grass, rolled her fingers on it, and murmured in a low voice: "Xiaocao, Xiaocao, why do you say that people's hearts are so complicated?" ”

"What's wrong with you? Are you sad? A soft, ethereal voice came faintly in the air, like the voice of a child.

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