"Fernansha, thank you. Wu Yu turned his head sideways and said sincerely.

Anyway, Mulian is now Fei Nansha's, no matter why Fei Nansha transplanted it here, but he really saw Mu Lian again today, and for this alone, Fei Nansha deserves his own thanks.

Fernansha stretched out his left hand, and a slightly thin volume appeared in his hand. Fei Nansha handed the book to Wu Yu and said lightly: "This is the Yi Jin Sutra, which will help you better use the spiritual power in the Protector Pill." Recently, you have been cultivating well in the Water Pavilion. ”

Li Wuyu took the book and saw the words "Yijin Jing" written on the face of the book. I flipped through it casually, and my luck flew into the water pavilion.

As soon as I entered the water pavilion, I found that I didn't feel too cold, and the cold I felt outside the cold pool seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. He unbuttoned his cloak and took off all his thick clothes to the side.

I accidentally observed the layout of the water pavilion, only to find that there was only one cushion inside, and other than that, there was nothing. Wu Yu pursed his mouth, and secretly scolded Chiyan for being really stingy, not even a little pastry and tea.

At this time, Chiyan, who had just woken up, couldn't help but yawn loudly. At this point, it can be regarded as wronging Chiyan. Originally, Chiyan wanted to prepare these in the water pavilion. However, his master said that there was no need to be so troublesome, and Chi Yan dispelled this idea.

I opened the book and absorbed the spiritual power in the Protector Pill little by little according to what was written above. After a while, he felt that his dantian was full of true qi like never before. I felt the spiritual power I absorbed over and over again, trying to turn it into my own use. It's a pity that the spiritual power of my father is too powerful, and it took me a few tries to transform it a little.

"I don't believe it, I can......'t do anything about you," Li Wuyu looked at the wisp of spiritual power in his palm, and said through gritted teeth.

According to the method just now, I tried countless times, and the wisp of spiritual power in the palm of my hand had a stable outline. After wiping the sweat from his forehead, and once again feeling the spiritual power in his body, he felt that his whole body was now comfortable, as if he had been undressed and reloaded.

Wu Yu's right hand was slightly raised, and the light yarn in the corner of the water pavilion was slightly raised, and Wu Yu found that it was getting late.

"It turns out that I've been practicing all day......" Wu Yu pulled a coat on the side and put it on, rubbed his somewhat sore legs, stretched his arms, and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the light veil on the front side of the company was raised. On the shore of Hantan, the man turned his back to Wu Yu, holding a sword in his right hand, and the sword walked with him, dressed in black, and his sword intent was raging. Hantan, Shuiting, Mulian and the man and the sword in the man's hand merge to form a poetic picture.

For a while, I was a little immersed in it. He simply stood up, leaned against a wooden pillar in the water pavilion, and watched quietly.

Once upon a time, I also thought about the future, under the big tree by the Yaogu River, I and the old man grilled fish, the dumb boy caught fish in the river, and on the grass on the side, maybe there would be a handsome man practicing swords. It's just that now, everything is empty, and many, many things have become impossible.

Wu Yu pursed his lips before he noticed a burst of saltiness. He stretched out his right hand and wiped his cheeks, and his fingertips suddenly felt wet.

Sure enough, I was crying. I don't know why, but today's self always seems to love to think of the past. Perhaps, it is because of the lotus in the cold pool, or perhaps, because of this situation, this scene, this person.

Wu Yu flew ashore, and as soon as his toes touched the shore of the pool, Fei Nansha also stopped his hand and stuck his sword on the ground at will.

"What's wrong with you?" Fei Nansha stared at the tears on Wuyu's face that had not yet dried, and his tone was extremely light.

"Not really. By the way, what's the name of your swordsmanship, it looks pretty good just now. He shook his head, glanced at the sword that Fei Nansha had inserted on the ground, and said casually.

Fei Nansha raised his right hand and wiped away the tears on Wuyu's face with his thumb, before he said lightly: "Return to the swordsmanship, wait for me to teach you." ”

Suddenly, I felt a little friction under my eyes. Maybe it's because Fei Nansha has been practicing swords all year round, so there is a cocoon on his thumb, and he feels like this.