It has been more than a month since Su Nanshi and his party returned to the sect, and during this time, Su Nanshi often asked Xu Dongzi to teach her the art of alchemy, so now she can also refine some simple pills.

This made Xu Dongzi a little surprised, she didn't expect Su Nanshi to be so talented in alchemy, she could reach such a level in just one month, you must know that it took her almost a year to get started.

Since everyone returned to the sect after the affairs of the mortal realm were dealt with, although most of the people in the sect did not understand why the demon cultivators suddenly withdrew from the mortal realm, this did not prevent them from indulging in pleasure because they had solved a trouble, so for a while, the slightly dull atmosphere of the Hongwu sect disappeared.

I don't know if it's affected by this atmosphere, Su Nanshi feels that Xu Dongzi seems to be in a good mood recently, and her master is also smiling more than usual, even Wen Musi didn't put on a look of her being wronged when she touched her, and even Chun Yuluo's cold aura became warmer, and her facial expression softened a lot. However, perhaps because Nangong Zhaoyou was not a member of the Hongwu faction, he became even more gloomy than before.

She felt that all this was too weird, and she wanted to be alone to make alchemy quietly. As for Xu Dongzi's talent in this area, she didn't think so, because she had always attributed it to her alchemy with Xuanyin Fire.

In this way, Su Nanshi threw a large number of medicinal materials in the Immortal Mansion every day to practice alchemy, and after another month, her alchemy level had reached the level of a first-order alchemist, of course, this was assessed by herself.

After finally ceasing to bury his head just for alchemy, Su Nanshi came out of the retreat.

As soon as she came out, she ran into Wen Xunchen, and he still looked full of smiles, which was even better than before her retreat.

She wondered and asked him, "Master, what makes you so happy?" ”

Wen Xunchen glanced at Su Nan Shi gently, and said, "Shi'er, do you know that the Jade Cultivation Zhenren is going to officially accept Na Wen Musi as a closed disciple." ”

Su Nanshi felt a sigh in his heart, feeling as if something was missing in his heart, and asked sullenly: "Just because of this master, you are so happy?" ”

Wen Xunchen seemed to notice the strangeness of his behavior at this time, so he straightened his mind and said, "Naturally, it's not because of this, but it's inconvenient to tell Shi'er." ”

After hearing this, Su Nanshi looked at him for a while before continuing to ask.

After he left, Su Nanshi sat on a big stone with some boredom. She carefully sorted out the recent events, recalled the storyline of the novel, and combined with the current plot progress, she found that she probably had thirty-two years left.

"Thirty-two years." She muttered, then fell into deep thought.

She thought that although she is not following the trajectory of the female partner in the novel, she still inevitably has a dispute with the heroine, and the heroine eventually became his chief disciple, maybe she still can't escape the fiddling of fate.

As usual, after making a note on the jade slip that recorded the key points of her fate, she saw a pair of dark purple boots before she could look up.

She didn't have to look up to know who it was, she jumped off the boulder and greeted respectfully: "Meet Lu Zhenren." ”

Nangong Zhaoyou nodded symbolically, and then threw out an emotionless sentence: "I want you to stop him from officially accepting her as an apprentice." ”

Of course, Su Nanshi knew who he and she he was talking about, and she replied: "A real person really looks up to a disciple too much, and a disciple has no ability to stop a real person from making decisions." ”

"Oh? Seriously? Nangong Zhaoyou's tone became dangerous.

Su Nanshi suppressed the fear in her heart, at this time she had long forgotten his kind words of comfort when she was injured, and she replied in a low voice: "Seriously." ”

Nangong Zhaoyou looked at her for a long time before he said, "Okay, I don't have expectations for you." But ......"

He used his magic power with one hand, and when he was about to do something to Su Nanshi, he hesitated for a while and finally gave up.

Until he left, Su Nanshi didn't know that she was about to be implanted with a trace of magic power just now, you must know that spiritual power and magic power can clash with each other, if it is not discharged in time, the light one will affect the cultivation, and the heavy one will go crazy.

Here, Nangong Zhaoyou just left Sunan Shi Na and turned around and came to Chun Yuluo. The two didn't give each other a good face as soon as they met, and the atmosphere was stiff all the time, and finally Nangong Zhaoyou opened his mouth, and he said: "Yuxiu Zhenren, I advise you not to rush to accept the disciples of the closed door first." ”

"What does this have to do with you?" Chun Yuluo said lightly.

"Yes, what does it matter if she is your closed disciple or not, what am I doing here? It's just that I can't get used to seeing you as a master and apprentice for so long. ”

Chun Yuluo did not answer when he heard this.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Nangong Zhaoyou continued: "Aren't you afraid of recognizing the wrong person? ”

Why hadn't he ever worried about this? It's just that haven't all been confirmed recently? Although Kagurafu was gone, it was also detected through his side knocks that it was on his Tu'er Si'er, which was enough to prove that she was her.

After Nangong Zhao wandered away, Chun Yuluo stood alone on the back mountain. The breeze ruffled his black and shiny hair, and it also blew his thoughts into trouble.

The apprenticeship ceremony was imminent, and he had to think carefully about the correctness of this move. Obviously, the evidence was already in front of him, but the appearance of Nangong Zhaoyou disturbed him very uneasy.

After a while of cold wind, he returned to his hut at Hidden Sword Peak, and suddenly saw a poke of paper appear on the small bed where he was used to meditating.

He carefully opened it and saw that the four big words "Don't regret" on it were impressive, which should not have stirred up any waves for him who was innocent and cold, but after seeing them, his heart was turbulent, because the words were from his hand, and he didn't know when he had written it himself.

It wasn't that he didn't think that it might be someone else's imitation of his handwriting to fool him, but there was a unique concealment technique that he was used to using when writing, and it had to make him think deeply.