The night gradually shrouded in the stars.

Lu Ren slept leisurely in his room for a whole day, and didn't wake up until late at night. After waking up, I heard that the next door seemed to be asleep, so I slowly started to practice cross-legged.

With the long rhythm of breathing, the true qi came out from the sea of qi, passed through the three levels, passed through the governor, entered the mud pill, and after the last week, returned to the sea of qi.

Lu Ren faintly felt that the 'Mixed Yuan Jue' had a sign of not being able to control his true qi, if he didn't accept his qi and collect his heart, he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would directly break through to the body refining realm.

Still can't break through.

Only then did he feel the distress caused by the system, and it was not a good thing for the realm to improve too quickly.

If you think about it, what is the trouble caused by the system?

How to explain the things in the dream is not more head-scratching, Lin Xuewei has the memory in the dream, Lin Xuewei knows that Lu Ren also has the memory in the dream, so where did this dream come from?

Lin Xuewei didn't ask, and Lu Ren naturally wouldn't mention it.

It's just that this question will be placed in front of Lu Ren sooner or later.

Lu Ren scratched his head, pushed open the door, and the moonlight fell on the ground, a piece of silver white like frost.

There is a weapon rack in the left corner in front of the door, which has been dominated by long swords, mixed with some knives, guns and sticks, these two stone rooms are the places where the disciples of Longquanfeng think about it behind closed doors, but when they think about it, the kung fu cannot be left behind, so there are these weapons placed here, left for the disciples to practice when they think about it.

Lu Ren looked at it twice, walked straight to the weapon rack, picked out a blue light long sword, padded the weight, recalled the 'Huanhua Sword Technique' that Lin Xuewei had talked about during the day, and slowly and clumsily began to practice from beginning to end.

The cold wind blows, and the yellow leaves drift away.

Lu Ren practiced one move at a time, gradually forgetting everything around him, immersed himself in his own swordsmanship world, swinging his sword like the wind, his body like electricity, and constantly correcting his mistakes one by one against the sword moves used by Lin Xuewei during the day.

I don't know how long it took, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Lu Ren's forehead, he put away his long sword, and let out a long breath.

"Huh, I didn't expect that the swordsmanship I thought I had learned in my dream would have so many problems. ”

Lu Ren remembered that this sword technique had been sold to the system, and the recovery price was so low, could it be because what he had learned was wrong?

Thinking wildly in my mind, I practiced the starting method seriously on the soles of my feet.

He found that every exercise he had learned was not completely integrated, although he had learned it, but when it came to actual combat, there was always a feeling of distortion.

The lack of physical adaptation is one of the reasons, originally Lu Ren thought so.

But after Lin Xuewei's lesson, he found that he didn't pay attention to many details in the exercises, and it was indeed easy to draw a scoop with a gourd, but if it was really a real battle, there would be a lot of flaws.

"It seems that we have to practice more in combination with actual combat. ”

The starlight flickered, and Lu Ren practiced for seven or eight hours, until Dongfang showed a trace of fish white, and then he called it a day and prepared to go back to the room to continue sleeping.

He was just about to turn around when he suddenly saw a square-looking male disciple walking over with a casserole.

Lu Ren smelled the fragrance of porridge from afar.

When the man passed by Lu Ren, he nodded slightly, and then walked straight to the door of Lin Xuewei's room and knocked twice.

"Senior Sister Xuewei, it's me, Wang Hao. ”

Lu Ren was about to enter the room, but when he heard Wang Hao's name, he looked up in surprise.

Wang Zhangshi has a nephew named Wang Hao, who is a closed disciple of Liu Chuyi, the elder of the Sword Washing Pavilion, but I don't know if that Wang Hao is this Wang Hao.

Lin Xuewei's room did not move.

Wang Hao stood by the door and said in a low voice: "The dining room said that the senior sister didn't enter the rice yesterday, how can the junior sister be like this, you must know that you can only open the valley after the realm of the stars, you don't eat or drink like this, what should you do if you are hungry." I made a pot of millet porridge in the dining room early this morning, nourishing the stomach and skin, it tastes really good, why don't you come and try it?"

There was silence in the room for a moment.

Then Lin Xuewei's cold voice came from inside: "I don't eat." ”

Wang Hao saw that the room finally replied, he was very encouraged, and hurriedly said: "Senior sister, as long as you taste it, this is a piece of senior brother's heart, senior brother is really worried about your body bones......"

"I'm not hungry. ”

"Senior sister, people are iron, rice is steel, if you don't eat a meal and you're hungry, can you eat a little?"

"No appetite. ”

"Sometimes eating really has nothing to do with appetite, it's just to replenish the body's vitality, senior sister, right?"

“......”

Lu Ren's ears listening to the next door were a little calloused, and it seemed that Lin Xuewei had made up her mind that she didn't plan to eat it.

Touched his stomach.

Ay!

I'm hungry too.

Lu Ren opened his mouth, but when he saw that Senior Brother Wang Hao looked persistent, he didn't think that he would fill his belly with the carefully boiled rice porridge.

At this time, the sky was just dawning, and it was unrealistic to expect Zhang Yuanshan to send food.

Helpless, he could only sneak down the back mountain.

After he walked to the dining room, he found that the dining room of Longquanfeng was empty, and there was not even a figure, it seemed that the treatment of Longquanfeng was indeed not as good as that of Wang Hao.

It seems that you have to do it yourself.

Lu Ren saw that there was still a crucian carp in the water tank, and his heart moved, so he directly reached out and fished it up.

After a while, a little smoke wafted from the dining room.

After burning the fish,

Lu Ren hurriedly served it in a soup bowl, and while no one found out, he trotted all the way back to the back mountain.

Behind

There was a faint voice of the cook in the dining room scolding, "Who the hell stole Lao Tzu's fish ......"

The soles of Lu Ren's feet thumped faster.

......

Lin Xuewei's room was full of books.

She borrowed all the books she could borrow, because she couldn't go out casually, and she also asked Long Quanfeng's junior sister to help borrow the relevant files.

She wants to find out the cause of the dream.

She has searched through all the files, but it seems to be faintly mentioned before the war of gods and demons that the true immortals seem to have this kind of magical power, but tens of thousands of years have passed since the war of gods and demons, and most of the words in the files are unknown.

She didn't think it had anything to do with Lu Ren at all.

Lu Ren is just a disciple who has just built a foundation, and it is very likely that he will fall into a nightmare like her.

I searched for a day and a night, and I had no clue.

At night, Lu Ren practiced swords outside, endlessly, and she knew that Lu Ren must have comprehended.

Lu Ren practiced swordsmanship all night, and she flipped through the file all night.

In the morning, Lu Ren stopped practicing her sword, and she was also a little sleepy.

was about to go to bed, when she suddenly heard Wang Hao's voice outside the door and brought her clear porridge.

Wang Hao?

Disciple of Elder Liu of Flying Immortal Peak?

Neuropathy!

So sleepy, what kind of porridge to drink?

If you have the kung fu to drink porridge, it is better to sleep!

Even if you starve to death, you won't eat!

......

Lu Ren sneakily ran back to the back mountain with the fish soup, and saw Wang Hao still standing in front of the door, telling Lin Xuewei the benefits of drinking porridge in the morning and the disadvantages of skipping meals on the body.

Belch......

That girl didn't eat?

Lu Ren then remembered, and looked down at the soup bowl that was not too big, it seemed to be only enough for one person.

Ay!

He sighed, shook his head, and walked over.

"Knock knock!"

"I said, I don't eat, I just starve to death and don't eat, do you hear clearly, there's no end to it!"

Lu Ren was stunned,

glanced at the embarrassed Wang Hao next to him.

Whispered: "It's my ......"

After a moment of silence, the sound of a murmuring sounded in the room,

And then

The door opens softly,

"I stewed some fish soup......"

"I'll drink!"

Wang Hao looked at the longan lotus seeds, white fungus, wolfberries, red dates, angelica, ginseng, black chicken porridge carefully boiled in the casserole in his hand, and he had the urge to fall to the ground at that time.