Shi Bozu bypassed the question of the flying sickle and asked Chu Yuanyang: "Is the kitten okay?

Shi Shuzu naturally knew who this "little kitten" was referring to: "She's fine, her cultivation has risen quite quickly, and now she is already on the seventh floor of the foundation." After a pause, he asked curiously: "Senior sister, you care so much about that female doll, you don't really have the heart to cultivate, right?"

Her senior sister was only obsessed with the Dao of Cultivation in the past, except for that fox spirit man, how could she ever care so much about others?

Shi Bozu smiled silently, he had reached the seventh layer of the foundation, it was almost ......!

Because of the miasma that enveloped Montenegro all year round, the miasma was dispersed in an instant, revealing the true face of Montenegro.

The night is low, the moon is sinking and the stars are sparse.

A figure gradually emerged from a small mountain bag in the Black Mountain.

"Scythe, I'll leave this person to you. "A dying and unrecognizable old man was indifferently thrown underneath.

The flying sickle, who was covered by the black robe, glanced at the gray-robed old man who was like an ant on the ground, and said impatiently: "You went to great lengths to rescue him, just to come to meet me?"

"He, I'm useful, you just have to do what you want, don't worry too much. The figure's tone was commanding.

The black qi swelled, and soon returned to its original state, the black robe was greatly agitated a few times, and the old man with his eyes closed on the ground had disappeared in place: "I know what to do." ”

The words fell, the black fog rose, and then dissipated, and at the same time, the strong wind rose, and the figures flickered, but in an instant, the three figures lost their traces.

.........。

"Broke through again?" Chu Yuanyang circled around the black-clothed young man sitting underground.

The young man in black calmly let her look at it.

Chu Yuanyang's face was full of envy, and finally sighed, he had the feeling that my family had just grown up: "Since your current cultivation has surpassed before, it is time for me to leave." ”

The smiling eyes of the young man in black suddenly darkened: "Leave?"

"Well, the opening of the silent forest is imminent, I want to go and see, besides, I haven't returned to the sect for many years, so I have to go back and report it. Chu Yuanyang heard the reluctance in his words, she had been with him for six or seven years, there was no banquet in the world, and it should be time to separate.

The young man in black didn't say a word, turned his back, and said coldly, "Go." ”

Chu Yuanyang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start, and finally took a deep look at the stubborn and arrogant back, and turned to leave.

After she left, the black-clothed young man turned his face and stared in the direction she left in a daze, muttering three words in his mouth: Silent Forest.

After Chu Yuanyang left from the valley, he didn't go back to his small courtyard at first, but still went to the medicine garden as usual.

"Sister!" Lan Xiang reached out and rubbed her eyes in disbelief the moment she saw Chu Yuanyang, and finally turned into earth-shattering joy.

Chu Yuanyang smiled and greeted Lan Xiang, who was running happily towards him.

Lan Xiang's appearance in a scarlet Luo skirt has not changed much, and her temperament is still as delicate and cute as back then, like a child who doesn't grow up.

Lan Xiang first hugged Chu Yuanyang's arm and smirked, then pouted and complained, "Sister, where have you been all these years?"

Chu Yuanyang let her hold his arm, and the two walked into the medicine garden together: "Xiao Xiang'er, have you cultivated hard all these years?"

Lan Xiang nodded heavily: "Naturally, my current cultivation has passed the foundation building period." ”

Chu Yuanyang touched her head rewardingly: "Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan are okay now?"

When Lan Xiang heard Chu Yuanyang ask about her father, her mouth was like a flood that had opened the floodgates, and she began to chatter non-stop.

"Senior Brother Feng!" Seeing the purple-shirted young man coming out of the thatched house, Chu Yuanyang called in a low voice.

The purple figure's body stiffened suddenly, and the hands of the door frame shook inaudibly, revealing incomprehensible emotions on the face of the demon.

Surprised, happy, annoyed, sour, astringent, bitter...... , as colorful as opening a dye shop.

Chu Yuanyang strode towards the wind like an old friend he hadn't seen for many days: "What's wrong with you?" Without waiting for him to answer, he quipped: "I haven't seen you for many days, this is a metamorphosis?"

Feng Lige didn't speak, and his already drooping eyelids covered the mood that was different from the past just now.

Long!

It wasn't until Chu Yuanyang was about to speak again that he regained her familiar expression: "You can actually come back alive?"

Chu Yuanyang was furious in his heart, he hadn't seen him for many years, and his mouth was really still so stinky: "I shouldn't come back alive?"

Feng Lige snorted, stepped out of the thatched house, and walked past her: "With your ability and character, I am really surprised that you can hang around outside for so long and still be alive. ”

Lan Xiang didn't know when she had quietly retreated to the medicine field in the distance, sitting on the things she had to do every day, and her eyes looked at them from time to time.

Chu Yuanyang turned around and followed behind Feng Lige: "You are too underestimated." ”

"I'm just telling the facts. "The wind left the song around the back of the medicine garden, took out the water from the deep well, poured it into the copper basin next to the deep well, and carefully washed his hands.

Chu Yuanyang took a deep breath and said in a tone that adults are not like children: "Whatever you say, I'm not angry." ”

"What are you doing in the medicine garden?"

Chu Yuanyang looked at the skin on the back of his hand in amazement, I heard that only the skin that is extremely delicate can not hang water droplets, and will not leave water marks, she can be regarded as seeing it today.

The breeze blew in her ears, and when she came back to her senses, she was the only one left at the deep well.

"Hey, hey!" Chu Yuanyang chased after him.

Feng Lige walked into the thatched hut and flipped out a certain alchemist's travelogue on the bookshelf, without lifting his eyelids.

Chu Yuanyang glanced at Feng Lige, who didn't want to pay attention to her, and finally closed his voice sullenly, walked around him twice, and saw that he showed impatience between his eyebrows, so he had to turn around and walk out of the thatched house.

"Wait!"

Chu Yuanyang, who had just stepped out of the thatched house, looked back and looked at the peerless figure.

Feng Lige still didn't squint, and he didn't even move a corner, as if the person who just spoke was not him.

"Are you here?" said with a hint of awkwardness.

Chu Yuanyang smiled, turned his body back, and walked back to the thatched house: "It's okay, it's just that I haven't seen you for many days." ”

Oh, yes!

I just miss them.

Six years is just a snap of a finger for people in the cultivation realm, but for Chu Yuanyang, a native of modern times, it is still a long time.

Feng Lige finally looked up and looked at her: "Miss me?" seemed to murmur, and the voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

Chu Yuanyang nodded again and again: "Naturally." ”

Feng Lige's ears suddenly turned red, and he coughed lightly, took his eyes off her, and looked at the booklet in his hand again.

From Chu Yuanyang's point of view, the corners of his mouth were obviously curled, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, which seemed to be in an excellent mood.