Su Ning'er stood in the middle of the petals, looking at the young boys and girls hugging each other in front of her, feeling the joy emanating from the inside out, listening to Ye Haotian's scolding with joy, her heart shattered like scattered petals.

The picture in front of me was so beautiful, the flowers and plants everywhere in the courtyard seemed to be completely covered, and all of them lost their luster in an instant. Even the scorching sun that forced the earth to look at the earth crept into the clouds, for fear of disturbing the pair of miserable children.

Su Ning'er pursed her lips, the little pink flower in her hand fell to the ground at some point, she wanted to say a few words of ridicule and ridicule, but in the end she couldn't get out, seeing this beautiful picture, she suddenly felt a little sad, some memories that she didn't want to touch were hooked out, she felt lonely, confused, helpless, and her pretty face, which was smiling all day long, was gradually covered with a layer of pain that she had never felt before, as if the whole world had abandoned her, and her weak and lonely appearance made people feel distressed.

No one noticed the change in Su Ning'er's mood.

Ye Haotian and Zhuzhu, who were immersed in joy and happiness, hugged each other like lovers who had been looking for many years at dusk, completely isolating everything around them.

I don't know how long it took, Su Ning'er finally couldn't help shouting, the awakened Zhuzhu struggled to break free from Ye Haotian's embrace, and lowered his head shyly, Ye Haotian then remembered that there was one more person in the courtyard, he turned his head, and was just about to reprimand a few words, but he was suddenly stunned for a moment, he found that the scattered herbs on the ground had been cleaned up, and they were all neatly packed into the wooden box, and the big-breasted county lord who didn't know how to worry was lying on the stone chair under the tree, fiddling with the small red flower in his hand, a pair of long legs on the stone table, and his little feet in deerskin boots kept shaking, looking at himself with an angry face。

"In broad daylight, hug and hug, are you the air when you are the lord of this county?"

"This ...... You did it?" Ye Haotian pointed to the boxes around him and changed his words.

"Nonsense!"

Su Ning'er floated her legs and stood up in a graceful posture.

"If it weren't for the reminder of the county lord, would you two be hugging until dark? I'm really not ashamed! I've heard Zhuzhu say that she has been hit by some kind of blood poison, and it takes the Seven Nights Demon Lotus to solve it, and now that the medicine has been found, why don't you hurry up and boil the medicine and rub it here? Can hugging people heal?"

In the face of Su Ning'er's reprimand, Ye Haotian laughed dryly, and did not refute it for the first time, he slapped his head and said, "Yes, yes, Miss Ye is so right, in the past three days, she has said this sentence like a county lord, understands the general situation, takes the overall situation into account, and is with Zhuzhu, and she has not learned in vain." ”

"That's it. Su Ning'er raised her neck proudly, her chest was so stiff that she almost broke the clothes on her body, she was just about to boast a few words when she suddenly heard that something was wrong, raised her hand and threw out the small flower in her hand: "Ye Haotian, what do you mean? Stop, don't run, explain clearly to the county lord, what does it mean to not learn in vain......

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The most precious thing about the Seven Nights Demon Lotus is not the seven milky white flowers, but the dry stems and roots, and the white flowers only represent its vintage.

Divide the cut stems and roots into seven parts, each part is boiled over a warm fire for seven hours, and the boiled medicinal soup is mixed with the medicine residue and taken together for seven days, so that the poison from the body of the nine babies can be completely eradicated. In other words, even with the Seven Nights Demon Lotus, it would take seven days to cure Zhuzhu.

Although the spring night is not as translucent as the summer night, it is far deeper than the summer night, and the stars in the sky tirelessly scatter a pure light that seems to never be inexhaustible, and these rays come from the distant sky, pass through the cold night sky, and fall in every corner of the quicksand city, such a night is more conducive to the absorption and recovery of spiritual energy for the practitioner.

In the stove in the small courtyard, the burning firewood made a crackling sound, Zhuzhu sat in front of the stove and looked at the steaming medicine jar on it, and whispered to Su Ning'er while adding firewood to the stove hole, the warm fire shone on the beautiful faces of the two girls, and the coquettish laughter from time to time rose and fell, making the hut that had gone through decades of wind and frost also become younger.

At this time, Ye Haotian was sitting alone on the arrow tower in the south of the city, his eyes were closed, the clothes on his body were agitated from time to time, and his divine consciousness had already entered his body and began to look inward.

In that familiar spiritual sea, the nine spiritual veins were like nine turbulent heavenly rivers that constantly poured the spiritual energy from the outside world into it.

After more than a year of recuperation, Linghai finally recovered, and Ye Haotian's cultivation speed began to return to normal, and it didn't take long for him to step into the threshold of Tongxuan.

The divine consciousness moved from the spiritual sea to the consciousness sea, where it was also a vast and boundless space.

Like the spiritual sea, it is also connected by nine spiritual veins called the void veins by practitioners, through which the ninja communicates with the aura of heaven and earth in the outside world, and uses the spell of the gods to trigger the natural power of heaven and earth to achieve the purpose of attack and defense.

The nine void veins that could link Ye Hao's Heavenly Sense Sea were different from ordinary Nian Masters, they were too thick.

That day in the cell, after learning the thunder spell with Su Ning'er, Ye Haotian noticed the abnormality of his body.

Obviously, the thunder spell that could only release a blue thunderbolt was inexplicably turned into a thunderstorm spell after it was recited from his mouth, and not only that, but it would also instantly squeeze out the mental power accumulated in his body, which made Ye Haotian shocked and had a headache at the same time.

During those years on the island, although Ye Haotian had not practiced or learned any spells, he still learned a lot of things related to Master Nian's cultivation from the books in Tingxi Cave and the mouth of Master and Senior Brother.

Take the spell of the nunshi as an example, there is a strict hierarchy, without the help of magic weapons, the power of each spell when it is released and the mental power consumed are almost fixed, each note of the spell has a specific meaning, and the spell can only be triggered when it is combined according to strict rules, which is an iron law formed in the nenshi world for thousands of years.

In other words, if each spell is compared to a locked room, the spell is the key, and a key can only open the corresponding lock. But when it came to Ye Haotian, the pairing of the lock and the key was all messed up, the thunderstorm technique and the thunderstorm technique were two completely different spells, in terms of level, the former was only the lowest level, while the latter was as high as the third level, Ye Haotian used the spell of the thunder control technique to release the thunderstorm technique, just like opening the door of the city lord's mansion with his own key, making his brain, which he thought he was still bright, suddenly become messy.

It's nothing to open the wrong door, according to the book, the thunderstorm technique is extremely powerful, and it takes a long time to chant when using it, Ye Haotian can use the thunderstorm spell to start the power of the thunderstorm technique, which is also a good thing, at least it can achieve a surprise effect in the battle, for example, Zhao Laoxie was unlucky in Ye Haotian's thunderstorm technique, but the problem is that every time he uses it, the mental power in Ye Haotian's body will be poured out, which is something that even Su Ning'er can't explain.

According to Su Ning'er's statement, with Ye Haotian's current cultivation as a first-realm master, under the premise of having sufficient mental power, he can use at least two third-level spells, but now he can only die of addiction, not only that, when Ye Haotian learned several other soul spells from Su Ning'er, through the perception of the divine soul, he found that no matter which spell, it was actually a thunderstorm technique.

In other words, no matter whose key it is, as long as Ye Haotian holds it in his hand, he can only open the door of Xu Heihu's house.

Well, you can only use one spell, Ye Haotian endured it, every time he used the thunderstorm technique, he would squeeze out the mental power, Ye Haotian also endured it, the most unacceptable thing for him was that the attack spells of other Nian masters were all released remotely, and the target could be locked at will, and the attack distance was tens of meters closer, and hundreds of meters at most, but Ye Haotian's thunderstorm technique release distance was only three meters, yes, three meters!

You must know that the thunderstorm technique is a range attack, covering an area of about seven meters, which means that when Ye Haotian uses it to attack the enemy, the first person to be slashed is himself. This has been amply demonstrated in the cells and in last night's battles.

Fortunately, the hard training on the island and the benefits brought by the demon soul made Ye Haotian's body much tougher and stronger than ordinary cultivators. The use of the Thunderstorm Technique in the Suicide style did not bring him much damage, but this was not a good thing, because his intuition told Ye Haotian that the power of the Thunderstorm Technique would increase with the improvement of his cultivation, and if he did not solve this problem of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred from the root, sooner or later he would be hacked to death by the spell he released, becoming the first Nian Master in the history of cultivation to die in his own hands.

And to solve this problem, he must recover his mental power as soon as possible, and use the thunderstorm technique a few more times, only in this way can he find out what went wrong, in Su Ning'er's words, split, you will get used to it after a few more splits, but what Ye Haotian is worried about is that he will hack himself to death before he gets used to it.

Depressed to depressed, Ye Haotian knew that the thunderstorm technique was his most powerful means of killing and saving his life at present, whether it was making imperial costumes or protecting his life, he was destined to go on the road of reading a teacher.

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