The light group shrank and rose, and no sound came out, but Wen Jin knew that it agreed. An invisible ripple spread from Wenjin, like a splash of water on the surface of a lake, but it was formless and indiscreet, imperceptible to the naked eye.

Wen Jin rolled over and sat up, twisted his neck, and sat cross-legged on the bed. In the illusion barrier, he still lay on the soft cotton-like couch, sleeping soundly. "It's so sneaky to even meditate, it's really speechless." He grumbled softly in his heart.

Feeling the spiritual power in his body swirling in the meridians like a torrent, Wen Jin smiled with satisfaction. The Super Grade Spiritual Root provided an cultivation speed beyond ordinary people, and with him, a reborn who had gone through the Qi cultivation period, his progress was far beyond that of ordinary people.

He meditated step by step according to the route provided by Ling Xiaoyan, and the sound of his breathing gradually became shallow, as if he had sunk into a deep dream. The night grew thicker, and the starlight shone in, adding a canopy to him.

At that moment, his ears twitched slightly. With a keen sense of hearing, Wen Jin caught a conversation that was obviously deliberately suppressed: "Is it here?" "I don't know." "Go in and have a look?" "Okay."

Followed by a slight click, Wen Jin knew in his heart that it was the window of his house that had been pried open. His mind moved, and he kept his posture, but his eyes were open, and he looked at the window, and there was a flash of essence in it.

The window opened outwards to reveal the vast night sky, through which several dark shadows slid in with agility, like apes climbing on trees. The footsteps landed silently, they were obviously not ordinary people, they seemed to be trained elite soldiers.

Several people quickly gathered around Wen Jin's bedside and silently observed him. Although Wen Jin was actually sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at them with interesting eyes, in their eyes, he was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

"It's not him." A man whispered. The moonlight was soft, shining through the open window, sideways on his face. Wen Jin recognized him in an instant, he was one of the people in the evening, Cai Boen!

Of course, he didn't know his exact name, but relying on the strong memory of the immortal cultivator, he still matched him with the image in his mind.

"Let's go, go find the next one." The moonlight was as clear as water, and it was Wei Ketian who once again reflected the face of this person. He sighed, "It's just an ordinary person, not even as good as us." ”

Wen Jin's face darkened.

He Changsi next to him agreed, didn't say anything, turned his head and stepped out of the window, again, without making a sound, like a cat with light steps.

Cai Boen, Lai Pixi turned his head to keep up with He Changsi's footsteps, leaving only Wei Ketian standing in place. Starlight flowed down the eaves of the window, casting his silhouette on the ground, and also making half of his face hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his face.

In fact, Wei Ketian always felt that there was something wrong with Wen Jin in front of him. Or rather, the whole room is wrong, like a house made of paper that collapses with a bang.

And what's behind this house? Wei Ketian suddenly felt a chill climb up his spine, and he didn't dare to continue thinking about it. He looked left and right, and felt that the whole room was full of shadows.

Impatiently, he stepped out of the window and went to find his teammates.

……

Wen Jin's hand caressed his chin, which did not have a trace of beard, and looked at the window with a playful look, that is, the place where those people had gone.

He could probably know what the men were aiming for, though it was a little vague. Since they are not looking for him as an "ordinary person", it is an "immortal".

What they are looking for is Li Wuming!

But what to do with Li Wuming? Wen Jin nodded his forehead with his hand in distress, feeling that his brain was a little insufficient.

Good luck to them. It stands to reason that Li Wuming is not a short-hearted person, and he won't crush them to pieces, right? Wen Jin retracted his gaze from the window, slowly closed his eyes, and sank into the cold meditation.

……

Li Wuming discovered the arrival of the four people earlier than Wen Jin, or rather, the moment Wen Jin discovered these uninvited guests, their figures were already reflected in Li Wuming's divine consciousness, like reflections on the surface of a calm lake.

Li Wuming got up from the couch, and his robe slid down the bed, which was slightly wrinkled, as if the water surface was rippling by the wind.

"My golden years." He calmly clenched his hands behind his back, his figure as tall as Ancient Song. He was waiting for the arrival of the visitors.

Unlike Wen Jin, Li Wuming clearly knew the reason for the arrival of these people. He lived long enough to see the fire burning in the eyes of those people. At that time, he already knew that these people would not give up.

They will not give up the opportunity to become immortals.

Life crushes their dreams and reduces them to dreams, but all it takes is a little flame to ignite them and never be extinguished.

There was a click again, a soft sound, and the window was slowly pushed open. A dark shadow crept through the window, followed by another.

There was a whisper: "Do you see people?" "No, it's too dark."

A flash of fire suddenly lit up in the room, illuminating the surroundings as hazy as dusk. The light cast the shadows of several people on the wall, illuminating their stunned expressions.

Obviously, they saw Li Wuming, who had been waiting for a long time. The firelight flickered, and Li Wuming's face was sometimes hidden in rich shadows, sometimes illuminated by a dim light, which made his face change instantly, making it impossible to read his thoughts.

"Why did you trespass on my house? Do you know the consequences of this? Li Wuming spit out a sentence softly, his voice was soft and ethereal, like a feather slowly falling from mid-air, clean and clear as the pure white on the feather.

But to the ears of the four people, it was no less than thunder on the ground. Cai Boen's face changed several times, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, bowing his head deeply, as if he was worshipping: "Please immortals, don't blame, we are here to ask for immortal teachings, and ask our seniors to accept us as apprentices." ”

Li Wuming stood quietly in place, without any expression on his face. If Wen Jin was present, he would definitely find that his eyes showed a similar indifference to the big star dog. Just like the craggy stones washed by the long river of time, they have long been polished smooth, and the mirror-like surface reflects the cold light of a hundred years.

The atmosphere gradually froze. The light in Wei Ketian's eyes slowly weakened, and then extinguished like a candle flame blown by the wind. Decades of wind and frost came back in this moment, and constantly reminded them how ridiculous dreams can be.

"I'm sorry, Immortal, please forgive us for the interruption." Cai Boen forced a laugh, his figure looked a little rickety, and the light body that originally belonged to the martial artist seemed to be pressed by something, and even his movements seemed to be sluggish a lot.

"You can go to Ming Xuanzong to be a registered disciple." Li Wuming exhaled a breath of cold air, and at this moment, it seemed that frost and snow had melted and turned into a gurgling stream. This is a warm current, which represents the re-beating of a few frozen hearts.

Little by little, the eyes of the four of them lit up, as if a hand had wiped off the wax and re-lit the candle.