"If we knew this was the case, we should have watched Shen Huaisang's lottery just now before leaving!" Ye Mingxuan said: "Then we will have a number in our hearts." ”

"It's fine." Ye Mu said: "Go back and send someone to ask." ”

"The lot is drawn in public, and it is impossible for Shen Huaisang to change the lot."

"It's also ......" Ye Mingxuan replied and said no more.

*

Back at the Fuzhong Spiritual Courtyard, Fu Ling entered the house.

Feng Zhuo and Bei Miao stood outside the door, looking at the falling snow without saying a word.

I don't know how long it took, but Bei Miao still opened his mouth first: "It looks like the six days of Fu Ling are going to be used for cultivation." ”

"Hmm." Feng Zhuo responded.

"You don't have to wait outside like you used to." Bei Miao tilted her head, looked at Feng Zhuo and said, "I know that your cultivation is high and you are not afraid of the cold, but Fu Ling definitely doesn't want you to keep guarding outside." ”

Feng Zhuo didn't speak.

Bei Miao said again: "When Fu Ling broke through before, I asked you to help guard it, because at that time, the things she could cultivate had not been exposed, and now that it has been exposed, you don't have to guard it anymore, I see that your face has been a little pale in the past two days, I am afraid that you will fall into a coma like before, I hope you can rest well." ”

After listening to this, Feng Zhuo finally looked at Bei Miao: "I know." ”

Bei Miao nodded and didn't say much.

*

Six days is not fast, slow is not slow.

At least for Whirling, it's the difference between closing your eyes and opening them.

When I closed my eyes and practiced, it was six days ago.

When I opened my eyes, it was six days later.

In the past two days, Fu Ling has been concentrating on cultivation, but he has not broken through, and his cultivation is still a second-level spirit general.

During dinner in the evening, Ye Mingyuan looked at Fu Ling and said, "Ah Ling, your cultivation has been promoted very quickly. ”

"I know." Fu Ling propped his head with one hand and said, "I didn't get entangled, I just thought that the aura was not enough, so I had to change to a place with strong aura to cultivate." ”

When he first appeared on this continent, the Whisk found out.

The slow cultivation speed of the people here is because of the thin aura.

What about the rest of the places, Fu Ling didn't know, but as far as the places she had been to so far, the aura in the Tianzhi Forest was stronger, followed by Lingyue Mountain, and the aura in the imperial capital was not very rich.

"It won't happen until you're sixteenth." Ye Mingyuan said: "It's almost the New Year's Festival after the race, do you want to go out before the New Year's Festival?" ”

"Of course not."

"Half a year after the New Year's Festival is your birthday."

"Alas......" Fu Ling sighed and stopped talking.

Ye Mingyuan didn't continue, beckoned a few people who were still chatting to come and sit down, and then eat.

After eating, Ye Mingyuan and the others sat in the spiritual courtyard for a while and left.

In the huge room, there were only two left, Fu Ling and Feng Zhuo.

"Feng Zhuo." Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo and shouted.

Feng Zhuo raised his eyes to look at Fu Ling and asked softly, "Ah Ling, what's wrong?" ”

Fu Ling turned his head and looked at him quietly, and looked at him for a while before asking, "You still haven't recovered any memory at all?" ”

When Feng Zhuo heard this, he hesitated, originally wanted to say nothing, but thinking that he was going to go to the temple, he said, "Only, remember a little." ”

When Fu Ling heard this, her eyes lit up: "What do you remember?" ”

"Temple." Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling and frowned, "The temple ......"

"Huh?" Fu Ling didn't understand what Feng Zhuo meant.

Feng Zhuo said, "If you go to the temple, you may know who I am." ”

Fu Ling waited for a while, didn't wait for the next step, and said in some surprise: "This is gone?" ”

Feng Zhuo nodded embarrassedly: "It's gone." ”