When Ning Yichen wanted to go to the sect leader, he was told that the sect leader was out.

"Outing? Wasn't he still in the church yesterday? Ning Yichen frowned.

"Back to the young master, the sect leader left last night."

Ning Yichen asked, "Do you know where the sect leader went?" When will I be able to come back? ”

"My subordinates don't know."

The leader of the Demon Sect doesn't need to report these to him.

Ning Yichen was helpless, seeing that it was already noon, he turned around and went to find Yu Yao'er.

Since you can't get useful information from the sect leader, then go and ask Yu Yao'er.

She must know something.

Now that I think about it, it's not that the sect leader is unwilling to tell him, it seems that the sect leader has vaguely mentioned this method to him before, which can quickly improve his cultivation.

But he was young and vigorous at the time, and immediately sternly refused, and also admonished the sect master not to drink to quench his thirst, because of small losses.

Now that he understands the world, he still doesn't want to use this method.

The Demon Cult is located between valleys, and the temperature difference between day and night is often quite large due to the mountain wind and valley wind.

Only the courtyard of the saint is like spring all year round, and even in this season, flowers are still blooming.

If Ning Yichen wants to, he can also enjoy this treatment. However, he is a big man, he doesn't like flowers and plants, and the yard has been streamlined into a martial arts training ground by him.

Before he entered the courtyard, he heard the sound of silk and bamboo coming from the courtyard.

Not again.

Ning Yichen sighed.

When will the saint be able to put her mind on martial arts, and she will not rely on some crooked ways to improve her strength.

Walking into the yard, the fragrance of flowers is fragrant.

Among the flowers, a white figure dances to the music.

This dance is soft, what is there to dance?

I can't read it, I can't understand it.

Ning Yichen remembered the figure of Qiao Huan when he practiced the swordsmanship, the sword light was as brilliant as electricity, and the figure was ghostly like the wind, and the opponent who could be suppressed in every move could not be recalled. The sword wind swept by, all with a fierce murderous aura!

What's so good about this beautiful sound?

The sound of the piano is gradually rapid, and the figure of Yu Yao'er, who is dancing among the flowers, is getting faster and faster, and she has martial arts skills to dance easily, and every movement is also very elegant.

The white silk in his hand swept over, and the petals flew up in the air, surrounding Yu Yao'er's side.

The last syllable fell, and Yu'er was slowly falling among the flowers, and the petals of various colors were floating around her, as if she was a flower fairy who came out of a painting.

"Brother Chen, is it good-looking?" Yu Yao'er turned around and looked at Ning Yichen with a smile.

Ning Yichen said: "People who practice martial arts pay attention to quietness, why did you shake these flowers when you landed?" Are you fat again? Or is it a regression? ”

Yu Yao'er: ???

Ning Yichen said: "The sect leader is out, do you know where he went?" ”

"I don't know, is the sect leader out?" Yu Yao'er was puzzled.

The two sat down in the courtyard, and Ning Yichen said, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Yu Yao'er's eyes lit up and she stretched out her hand, "Brother Chen, do you want to give me something?" ”

"It's not."

Ning Yichen took her pulse and was about to cut everything carefully, when Yu Yao'er instantly withdrew her hand.

Ning Yichen: "What's wrong?" ”

Yu Yao'er turned her head, "Brother Chen, does he think I'm sick?" ”

"You're not sick." If you were sick, you wouldn't be so lively.

"Then why are you giving me a pulse?" Yu Yao'er said: "Xiao'er is in good health, so there is no need to diagnose the pulse." ”

Ning Yichen said: "I'm just ......"