"Entering the Tao with martial arts?" Song Yue pondered for a while, and suddenly found that he was pitted by wealth.

She immediately looked at Fugui with a strange gaze: "Do you think she can enter the Tao with martial arts?" ”

Fugui: Why is "......" so keen!

Can't you just let it fool you?

It shrank back and said cautiously, "That...... Well...... Maybe you can think of a way? ”

Song Yue pondered for a while before saying, "You're right, I really should find a way." ”

She really should figure it out.

Yao Manrou is her mother, and she is not rich.

Since she wanted Yao Manrou to cultivate, she had to think of it herself, instead of imposing this on Fugui.

What's more, wealth is so stupid.

Even if you ask it to think about it, it definitely won't be able to think of it.

It's still up to her.

It's just that she doesn't have a clue now.

After pondering for a while, Song Yue asked again: "Is there any seed you said?" ”

When Fugui heard this, he was almost scared to death.

That kind of thing, it's good to have one, Song Yue actually wants more!

How could there be more?

If it did, it would have eaten it secretly.

Song Yue saw its expression, and her heart sank again.

But she still asked, "Can we use something else?" ”

Fugui shook his head: "No." ”

It still wants to!

If any seed is enough, how can there be fewer and fewer cultivators?

Song Yue didn't have any luck this time, and she wasn't disappointed when she heard the words.

I just felt a headache: "In other words, I can only think of other ways." ”

I knew with my toes that it would definitely be difficult for Yao Manrou to cultivate.

Yao Manrou is old, even if she practices martial arts, she is late.

And it didn't work much.

Now, the most she can do is to exercise more and practice that set of physical skills as much as possible.

It's already good to be able to take care of your body as well as possible and have a little strength for self-preservation.

If Yao Manrou wants to be able to cultivate, he can only find another way.

Song Yue pondered for a while, but he didn't have a clue at all, so he could only put this matter down for the time being.

She still has time, and there is no need to rush it.

Song Yue pondered for a long time and decided to sleep first.

Wait until you wake up!

I didn't feel anything when I was carving before, but now I am tired and have to sleep well to replenish my spirits.

She took a hot bath to relax, then lay down on the bed tiredly, covered the quilt and quickly fell asleep.

When the bright lights went out, only a cloth table lamp remained, shining a soft warm light.

The light is not very bright, but it makes the whole room feel warm.

In the middle of the night, when He Shenyuan secretly came in through the window, what he saw was Song Yue's quiet sleeping face lying on the bed.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, He Shenyuan simply took off his shoes and stepped on the floor barefoot, for fear of waking her up.

He quietly walked to the bed, lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yue's quiet sleeping face, and suddenly felt extremely satisfied.

The restless heart suddenly calmed down.

He Shenyuan stared for a long time before finding a pillow and lying down on the floor.

Song Yue was already asleep, and if he went up now, he would definitely wake her up.

So he decided to lay on the floor.

Anyway, when he was in the barracks before, he could lie down and sleep in the mud.

He leaned sideways, used a pillow as a pillow, looked at the sleeping Song Yue, and opened his mouth to say silently: "Yueyue, good night." ”

The floor was very hard, but He Shenyuan didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

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