"Not far ahead is the Linghe Sect, so I won't send you."

"Sister Mo travels around, why don't you go with Ling'er? If we are in the city under the Linghe Pai Mountain, we can see each other from time to time. ”

Song Wanling frowned slightly, even more pitiful.

Rong Mo looked away, "No." ”

She had seen the frost around her like snow, "It's cold around, don't delay here, go quickly." ”

Song Wanling pursed her lips and chuckled, her jade fingers gently brushing the sideburns that stroked her cheeks.

"Although I am a little injured, it is not how a mortal woman is attacked by ordinary cold."

said and sighed wistfully: "But what Sister Mo said is right, it's time to go." ”

Saying that, she lowered her eyes and walked forward slowly, taking a few steps, but she suddenly turned around, buried her head, and gently raised her hand to hug Rong Mo's shoulders.

Rong Mo lowered his voice, the smile on the corner of his mouth no longer seemed stiff, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly warm, and the coldness emanating from the treasure knife on his back faded.

"The communication jade slip has been exchanged, I have no fixed residence, but I have not crossed thousands of miles away, and I can contact at any time."

"That'll be fine."

Song Wanling's voice was soft, and she turned around, her figure floating in the air, and her black hair hanging down to her waist was flying.

Rong Mo looked at it fixedly, and after a while, he raised his hand and pointed it on his cheek, warming it in the cold autumn wind.

But the numbness that had just been a little bit of it had dissipated.

She slowly hooked the corners of her mouth, and smiled on her cold and hard face, but the smile was quite natural, and her eyebrows did not have the slightest smile.

The treasure knife behind him roared, and the sharpness was unexpectedly released, and in the blink of an eye, a face was expressionless, and some of the eyebrows and eyes were covered up.

"Uncle Shi!"

When she arrived at the top of Qingquan Peak, Song Wanling clenched her hands into fists, covered her lips, coughed lightly, and walked towards Su Min Zhenren's palace.

Dao Tong was outside, and when he saw Song Wanling's figure, he hurriedly made a joke and respectfully called him.

"No need to be polite." Song Wanling said softly.

The two little Taoist boys still hung their heads, and said in a steady voice: "The real person let you go in directly." ”

Song Wanling responded with a smile, and then the wind came under her feet.

Back to Qingquan Peak, the four seasons are like spring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the mountains and water are pure, and her whole person is as warm as the spring breeze.

When she entered the palace, she stood upright and bowed respectfully.

"The disciple has been out of the mountain for three years, and he has returned today, which makes the master worry!"

"Qi and blood are slightly defeated, spiritual power is stagnant, and I am injured, and I have been down the mountain for three years, how did I come back and become like this?"

Su Min Zhenren put down the ancient book rolled up in his hand and looked at it with cold eyebrows.

As soon as the little apprentice entered Qingquan Peak, she already knew that if she sensed the injury on the apprentice's body, how could she still sit still in the quiet room.

Song Wanling's eyebrows curled, "Shizun only saw my injuries, why didn't he see that I had not been out of the mountain to build the foundation not long ago, and now I am already at the intermediate level of foundation building." ”

"In exchange for injury, it is still worth being so proud?"

Su Min Zhenren glanced at her lightly, unclear about her mood and mood.

Song Wanling suddenly lost her little face, ran forward slowly, and half-squatted beside her, her eyebrows and eyes lowered so pitiful.

"Master~~"

"You."

Su Min Zhenren looked helplessly, but still reached out and patted her shoulder, and a trace of spiritual light was injected into her body softly.

Song Wanling's palm loosened, and she only felt as if her body was stretched out in a spiritual spring that could nourish her injuries.

It seems to turn around on the clouds fluttering in the sky, and it seems to be fluttering under the warmest spring breeze.

After a while, she coughed lightly, hurriedly turned her head, her sleeves shook, the snow-white handkerchief covered her palm, and a mouthful of blood wet the Jinpa, only to feel that her whole body was much refreshed.

With a little luck, when it calmed down, Song Wanling half-squatted, raised her head and raised her eyebrows at Su Minzhen.

"Master Xie heals the apprentice!"

Su Min Zhenren pulled her up, "There are still some last injuries but they can't be underestimated, you meditate in the peak, I'll go and prescribe a few doses of elixir for you." ”

Song Wanling half sat on the throne, holding Su Min Zhenren's hand, her head tilted and leaning on her thin shoulder.

The eyes seem to be closed and open, the eyebrows are stretched, like the beautiful mountains and rivers shrouded in smoke, the spirit is natural, and the voice is soft.

"Ling'er, everything is up to the master."

The innocent real person lowered his eyes and looked at the soft side face of the little apprentice, and his cold eyebrows skimmed a trace of waves, as if there was pity and love.

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Waking up from the jade bed, Song Wanling gently lifted the quilt, pushed open the doors and windows, and lay lazily on the edge of the window, a few strands of black hair falling from her thin shoulders in the wind.

With a smile in her eyes, she looked at the delicate and small courtyard with lush trees, and occasionally a few spirit birds broke in, and the chirping was a little quieter.

At this time, there was a little movement outside her cave.

Song Wanling poked out her fingertips to pick up, and a white flying shadow swept by, hovering in the air, and then slowly flew up, stretching out in front of the attic window.

I saw that it was a crane with white feathers all over its body, a smooth body, and an ethereal fairy aura.

Its wings slashed in front of it, and a flash of light turned into a food box.

Song Wanling took it, and with a twist of her fingertips, a drop of round and pure white spiritual dew flicked towards the crane's excited mouth.

"Wow!"

Immediately, a clear crane chirped loudly around the attic, and the crane spread its wings and flew high.

Song Wanling carried the food box, turned around and walked briskly into the room, shaking her head.

Everything in Qingquan Peak is so harmonious, a quiet and indifferent, and the surrounding scenery is beautiful and spiritual.

It is natural and the pavilion is high and low, leisurely, and I feel that the whole body and mind are calm.

Every three days, Su Min Zhen would bring a food box, and at first there was only a bowl of pale black medicinal juice.

Later, when I went to ask for peace, the little apprentice complained about the bitter taste of bitter medicine in his mouth.

After that, it was a meal made by the top-grade Lingzhi, with only two plates of vegetables, a bowl of polished rice, and the elixir that was naturally kept warm after the meal was drunk.

The soft spiritual power of the two blended with each other, and the paleness on Song Wanlingqiao's face gradually receded, and her little face was a little rounder.

It seemed to be okay before, but when Su Min Zhenren looked at it, he only felt that because of the injury, the little apprentice's body flowed, and it was inevitable that there would be a bit of stagnation.

And now she is clear and elegant, and she is pleased to be a teacher.

"The apprentice is not filial, the senior brother and the senior sister have visited me after I came back, and Ling'er only knew that in the three years since he left the mountain gate, the master has broken through the cultivation, and now it is the late stage of Jindan.

Now the master who is still tired cannot stabilize his cultivation with peace of mind, and he has to refine the medicinal juice for the apprentice. ”

Song Wanling squatted in front of the throne, holding her head high, looking at Su Min Zhenren with clear eyebrows.

Su Min Zhenren swung his wide sleeves and flicked his fingers lightly on her forehead.

"Relax your heart, as soon as this seat commanded, Yao Feng sent the elixir.

After all, it was just a decoction for the foundation building period, and it didn't take much thought. ”

Song Wanling pulled her sleeve and was sweet and greasy, Su Min couldn't cry or laugh, and she was used in her heart.

Back in her cave, Song Wanling kept flipping on the cloud quilt that seemed to be woven of clouds.

Then he lay on the bed, his toes fell on the couch, his hands on his cheeks, and his pink cheeks were red.

"In the Song clan, no matter what my qualifications are, all the clansmen are extremely friendly to me, and the elders are also loving.

In addition to family affairs and self-cultivation, all my energy fell on me.

and then to worship the Linghe faction, although the relationship with the same brothers and sisters is a little estranged, but they are quite friendly.

At first, the senior sister was a little mean in her words, but compared to the open and secret battles in some peaks, she was at most meeting and mocking a few words. ”

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