When I returned to my residence, it was already the middle of the night, and the guest rooms of the Weak Water Pavilion had already been empty, and most of the newcomers who had not passed the trial had left here early, and the steps of the small courtyard were covered with a layer of dust.

The moonlight was like water, and everything around him was like the day he left. He stepped lightly on the steps, fearing that he would be disturbed by something, but what was it?

He gently pushed the door, and the wooden door of the guest room was pushed open with a creak, and Tang Yiyang, who wanted to leave last, forgot to lock the door again. Nian Yang shook his head with a wry smile and stepped into the guest room.

There are two beds in the guest room, one quilt stacked in a mess, and one neatly arranged. In addition to this, there is a cupboard, a small square table, and two benches, which make up the whole room.

Nian Yang took a deep breath. The winter weather is full of icy cold feelings. He tried to find a candle to make a fire, but found that everything that should have been there was gone, and he thought that it had been cleaned up by the cleaners, but everything else had not been touched, the chair was still the same as it had been that day, and the table was still in its old place. Whether anyone has been here since he left is not clear.

Nian Yang pulled out the fire dragon sword behind his back and gently called the name of Yan Nu, the fire dragon sword gradually emitted hot air, steaming so that the air was steaming with white smoke, and he finally felt a little warmer.

But he is clearly not afraid of the cold, even in the extreme cold under the Xuanhai, he still survived with his abnormal physique, so where does this cold come from now?

In the dark night, memories come like a tide, every cold moment is so clear, it is a kind of cold from the depths of the heart, lonely, lonely as snow.

He sat on his bed and glanced at the window beside him, as if he heard Tang Yiyang's voice, and he was boasting about his previous existence in the Canghai Realm, in the past six months, is he okay?

Nian Yang buried his head between his knees, clasped his hands, and quietly watched the night, but he couldn't sleep for a while.

The moonlight shone through the window on the head of his bed, the bright moonlight cut the shadows, the dust was floating in the cold air with a soft glow, everything seemed so quiet.

He took out the hairpin in his arms, and the head seemed to have forgotten to tell him the mantra to open, so he thought about it and decided to try it himself.

Nianyang's enclosed Yuan Infant had been opened by the Qingshui Dao people before teleporting. He urged the Yuan Infant in his body, constantly absorbing the wonderful power of nature from the ice flower, and then the blue True Yuan flowed in his body, gradually moving up his fingertips and touching the green hairpin.

Suddenly, the green hairpin made a crisp sound, and Nian Yang's mind printed a formula, which was taught to him by Shen Mengyou, the mantra about "enlightenment" in the general outline of the Tianji Sect, and at the same time, there was also a set of hand movements, which was to cooperate with the various positions of the green hairpin.

Nian Yang subconsciously pressed it, and a crisp tone came out of the green hairpin, followed by the second tone, and another tone came out.

Nian Yang suddenly realized, eager to try but suddenly stopped.

Now, it's not time to go into trouble.

He carefully put away the hairpin and adjusted his true yuan, Shen Mengyou taught him the exercises of pranayama, which made him twice as effective with half the effort when learning body swordsmanship. At the same time, this set of exercises also has the effect of relieving stress.

When he opened his eyes again, the moon was in the west, and it was ugly. He suddenly heard a gentle birdsong, followed the sound to look, but saw a white bird perched on the windowsill, staring at him curiously, constantly shaking its little head, quite cute.

Nian Yang slowly stretched out his hand to approach, and the bird did not dodge, fluttering its wings, and starlight faintly floated under its wings.

Nian Yang gently grabbed the bird, only to find that the bird's claws were holding a small finger ring, the surface of the ring had a layer of floating brilliance, and a dark blue gem was inlaid on it, which looked ghostly and mysterious.

Nian Yang carefully took off the ring in the bird's claw, looked at it, and put it on his right index finger, and suddenly, a cold chill went straight to the bottom of his heart, and a strange world unfolded in his mind. This ring is like a huge storage space, there are many strange things in it, and there are some Nian Yang who recognizes, which are clearly those treasures obtained by breaking the formation in the Xuanhai, and one of them is an arm guard He was quite impressed.

As Nian Yang's mind moved, the arm guard appeared in his hand out of thin air, which really startled him. But he immediately calmed down, his mind moved slightly, and the ring immediately put the arm guard back.

The white bird let out an excited cry on the side, and Nian Yang smiled happily at it.

Nian Yang tried back and forth a few times, and finally figured out how to use the ring, it is actually very convenient, the ring is in line with his heart, and it is a good means of storage.

When he stopped using it, the ring itself lost its brilliance and disappeared from his fingers, so that others could not see it at all.

Who brought it? Could it be the man?

Nian Yang thought so, and suddenly, the little bird that had been stopping at his hand suddenly rushed out of his palm and hit Nian Yang's eyebrows, Nian Yang was caught off guard, but the little bird turned into nothingness the moment it touched his eyebrows.

Nian Yang felt a wave of True Yuan power pouring into his body, rushing straight towards his small universe, stopping where the Ice Flower and Yuan Ying were connected, and pouring into the formation under Shen Mengyou's cloth.

The formation that maintained his primordial infant's absorption of the power of nature seemed to be a little more stable.

And that power of true yuan, which he is familiar with, can no longer be familiar.

Nianyang came back to his senses, and the surroundings were still surprisingly quiet. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, but his mind drifted far away.

I don't know how that person is doing now.

"Thank you. Nian Yang muttered.