【emmm... I recommend that the little cuties in the collection fatten up and read again, because all the chapters may be modified, better words, better descriptions. 】

The sky was shining brightly, almost as beautiful as a dream, but I didn't have the heart to appreciate it, only pray.

I was full of distress in my heart, seeing how the master should explain...

When I came to the Dan Palace, I jumped out of the white dragon carriage and looked fixedly at the closed gate.

The warmest nest at the moment made me feel a kind of fear...

After hesitating for a long time, I cautiously pushed the door open, and in an instant, a rush of alcohol rushed to my face, almost fainting me!

I pinched my nose tightly, surrounded by it, dark and empty except for the smell of wine, I felt a sigh in my heart, didn't Master Danshen look for me all night and haven't returned?

But who created the smell of this wine?

I walked in with confusion and trepidation, and before I had taken a few steps, everything in front of me made my scalp tingle.

Right now, the Dan Palace, which I had managed to tidy up, had become even more cluttered at the moment.

The floor was littered with wine glasses, gourds, books, plates with food...

I can vaguely see the cheerful scene of last night's party...

The master actually opened meat behind my back! What his old man keeps saying about avoiding grains and cultivating himself?!?

I scratched at my messy hair, feeling a little irritated, when suddenly a faint sound of thunder came to my ears.

Depending on the direction of the sound, it was my little hammock.

I walked over with a little emotion, and saw Master Danshen who was sleeping soundly...

His face was flushed, and his red nose snorted like thunder, and he seemed to have drunk a lot.

According to my recollection, there is an ancient book called Common Sense in the World, and it is written in the book that people who are drunk are divided into three points.

One is for love and hurt.

The second is for joy.

Three is simply because of habit.

I can't think that the master is so sad because he can't find me, right!?

I really wanted to comfort myself like this, but the corners of the master's mouth were slightly raised...

It seems that the answer is already obvious.

I glanced at the master angrily, withdrew to the main hall, and found a silk scarf to cover my nose.

He began to pick up the gourds on the ground one by one, put them away, sorted the books, and then opened the windows for ventilation.

After reciting another mantra, he conjured up some water, picked up a rag and wiped it on the ground until it sparkled.

This spell was taught by the master, and he said that my origin belongs to water, and practicing water spells will get twice the result with half the effort.

This technique is called the foundation of water spells, and when you master it, you can transform it into a variety of spells based on it, and you can also transform it into a weapon.

Such as icicles, floods, water avoidance, water arrows, etc.

Correct... I'm clumsy, I even have basic spells and I have to recite mantras...

Sometimes it doesn't change...

The master was never disappointed in this, he comforted me, no one is born with it, let alone genius, everything lies in hard work, persistence, even idiots can be powerful!

After doing this, I felt that the Dan Temple had regained its vitality, and I was able to breathe in a big gulp.

Now, since the master is not angry with me or worried about me, then I can go back to Lingxiao Palace.

There was only one last thing left to return to the Xuanyuan Sword, and the thought of being able to bring the Xuanyuan Sword back to the Xingli Immortal right away made me extremely happy.