She stood as if she had been there for as long as a century, as if she had been petrified.

In the middle of the ring, she pursed her lips and turned to leave.

A cold voice suddenly came from the main hall, like a stream in early spring, still carrying the chill of winter: "Come in." ”

Ning Xuemo was stunned for a moment, her sluggish brain was struggling to work, and she seemed to hear Shen Jiuli's voice......

He turned to look at the main hall, but saw that there was no one in front of the main hall. I waited quietly for a long time, and there was only a thin wind moaning around.

Did you have auditory hallucinations?

Ning Xuemo shook her head and continued to walk forward.

This time, the voice coming from the hall was a little colder, and it completely entered the icy state of midwinter: "Let me in!" ”

It turned out that Shen Jiuli really called her, not her own auditory hallucinations, Ning Xuemo thought dizzily.

She raised her legs and stepped in, bypassed the screen, and saw Shen Jiuli standing quietly in the center of the main hall, looking at her expressionlessly.

Ning Xuemo looked at the comfortable chair above the main hall, and then looked at Shen Jiuli, not understanding why he had to stand if there was a chair that he didn't sit.

She spoke faster than her brain for a moment, and she said suspiciously, "Why do you have to stand if you don't sit on a chair?" ”

After speaking, he realized what a boring question he had asked, what was his business with himself willing to stand up? What's wrong with you today?

Why don't you have a door? Anything jumps out.

Shen Jiuli's expression seemed to be blank for a moment, and her prepared words were all interrupted by her nonsensical question, and she couldn't say it anymore.

Could it be that he had just stood behind the screen and watched her quietly, until she came in and walked back to the center of the hall?

Shen Jiuli decided not to be idle with her, he looked up at Ning Xuemo, with a flick of his sleeves, Ning Xuemo only felt that his body was light, and the mental power in his body began to circulate lively, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her mental power finally returned.

Shen Jiuli said lightly: "How many levels have you cultivated to the Falling Moon Immortal Method?" ”

Ning Xuemo looked at him blankly, Falling Moon Immortal Method? What the hell is this? She hadn't heard of it

。 Could it be that when did he teach himself and then forget all about it?

Ning Xuemo thought for a moment and said, "Master, I haven't cultivated this. ”

Shen Jiuli: "......" Is she really his disciple? Isn't this the introductory mind method of the eighth level?

Didn't she come before she fell asleep and gave her this mental method?

Forget it, it's not too late to cultivate.

As soon as he raised his hand and threw out a book, Ning Xuemo silently caught it. He said expressionlessly: "This book contains all the things you need to cultivate, memorize this book tonight, and test you tomorrow as a teacher." ”

Ning Xuemo looked at the big-headed book in his hand, which was thicker than a brick, and felt that his head was even more groggy.

She took the book in her hand and wanted to get out.

"Stop." Shen Jiuli spoke.

What's the matter?

Ning Xuemo turned to look at him: "What else does the master have to say?" ”

Shen Jiuli's eyes fell on the book she was carrying, and her voice was slightly cold: "This book is written by the teacher himself, and it takes a lot of effort, so you carry it like this?" "Look at the way she is carrying a book, as if she is carrying a garbage bag, there is no respect at all!

Ning Xuemo's head has always been drowsy, she actually didn't pay attention to her posture of carrying the book, and now after being reminded by Shen Jiuli, she didn't want to raise the bar with him anymore, so she held the book as if she was holding a tribute: "It's always okay, right?" ”