11 Someone returns

The lonely courtyard is closed, it hasn't been opened for half a month, no one asks, no one botheres. The so-called neighbors are just people who live in their own courtyards, either cultivating or attaining enlightenment.

Sweep the snow in front of the door.

This is a true portrayal, people are indifferent, no one walks around, no one gossips. There is no parent to talk about, and they live their own little lives behind closed doors.

This is the inner gate, the inner gate that is busy cultivating, not like the miscellaneous disciples, there are all kinds of work to do, and they can only cultivate in their spare time; unlike the outer disciples, they can cultivate and discuss together and listen to the lectures of the predecessors of the Sword Pavilion.

Inner disciples are lonely, and they are also the most indifferent to the group of people, who are keen to improve their cultivation, and every retreat, ranging from thirty to fifty days, or half a year or a year, in addition to improving their cultivation, is more about going out to experience and looking for opportunities to break through.

Of course, the Unity Realm is the starting point, the Venerable Realm is the path, and in the Unity Realm, it is still inevitable to eat and maintain energy, and the Venerable Realm has almost gotten rid of food, and a little bit of energy extracted from food is not as good as half a day's throughput cultivation.

It is precisely because of this that every disciple who steps into the inner door is gradually adapting to getting rid of food, and those who really can't get rid of their appetite have special servants to pay tribute, or fiddle in their own small courtyards, and each small courtyard has a special kitchen.

This is the treatment of inner disciples, not like servants and miscellaneous disciples crowded on a large bunk, let alone three or five outer disciples in a room. Of course, the servants were the lowest, and the miscellaneous servants were of a slightly higher status. It's just that he has no cultivation ability at all, and he can't afford to live a comfortable life here, so he can only do some work to serve people. And the miscellaneous disciples have the ability to cultivate, and through some work, they can train their muscles and bones in order to be promoted later.

Half a month has passed, Mu Yirou's small courtyard is still silent, except for the occasional slight explosion, which proves that there are still people living inside, there is no other sound.

In the small courtyard, the unkempt and dirty, describing the withered two people are nervous and busy, Mu Yirou controls the true qi to wrap the animal skin, from time to time there is a true qi swimming dragon-like movement, but it has no effect on the animal skin in the quenching, this is the result of her half a month, the subtle control of the true qi, can not see the previous tension at all, subtle control, almost play the true qi out of flowers, can not see a little rough and rusty.

From time to time, Wen Chuanting stretched out his finger with a faint red light, and pointed it on the animal skin wrapped in the true qi, and every time he pointed out, the true qi cooperated and retreated, leaving room for his fingers to enter and exit. True qi rippled, fingers as fast as lightning, not long, a crystal clear animal skin appeared, with the question of the finger pointed out, to the end, the whole animal skin from the crystal degenerated into flesh color, restored to the most primitive state, in addition to the hair attached to it, the whole animal skin is like a faded sebum, can not see a special abnormality.

This is the result of half a month, no, it is the result of two people.

Fade away from prosperity and return to plainness, just like a swordsman who has cultivated to a high level, fades the sharpness of his appearance, hides the sharp sword in the sheath, and achieves a return to the basics.

The animal skin slowly flew down from the true qi wrap and fell on a pile of animal skins with a soft snapping sound.

"It's finally done!" Mu Yirou stretched and made a crackling sound.

"The success rate has reached 100%!" asked Chuanting with joy in his heart, his eyes swept over the pile of animal skins, and he smiled even more.

This is the result of their half a month, stretching and stacking animal skins, layer upon layer, which is spectacular. At the bottom, the hides are crystal clear, shining brightly in the sun, gradually upward, the light decreases layer by layer, until the top is dull, like a piece of sebum that has faded from hair.

It seems that the higher the power, the lesser the power, but in fact, the higher it is, the more perfect it is.

It's no wonder that Chuan Chuan is smiling, and whoever has a large number of achievements that can clearly show progress in echelons is not happy?

Wen Chuanting clapped his hands, his whole body pounced on the animal skin, his mouth was very big, and he laughed out loud. Mu Yirou was also happy, and let Wen Chuanting flutter on it, his face full of tenderness.

"Uncle Shi, let's divide the spoils, no, share the fruits!" asked Chuanting to sa enough of Huan, got up from the pile of animal skins, and squatted aside, "Yours, mine, your ......"

"Uncle Shi doesn't want anything else, just give me the shiny one. Mu Yirou's palms rubbed on Wen Chuanting's head, making his hair even more messy, and his eyes were indescribably gentle.

"How can it be done, this is also your credit!" asked the rumor who wanted to stand up, but he didn't agree, and stubbornly assigned the animal skins to you and me.

Mu Yirou didn't know what was good? No, how could she, who was involved in the entire refining process, not see the good and the bad. Choosing the shiny inheritance scroll has her own considerations. First, she is shiny and good-looking, and she is very likable; second, she thinks that Wen Chuan is the most powerful, and she is a child, and she has watched her grow up little by little, so how can she give up her children's things.

"What are you dividing?" a crisp voice sounded outside the door, accompanied by a creaking, the door was pushed open, and Mo Weirui, dressed in red, stepped in from the outside.

What caught my eye was a pile of animal skins, broken and messy piled up by the door.

Mo Weirui was obviously startled, her eyes swept over her eyes, and she wondered if she had gone to the wrong courtyard. Take a step back and look at the doorway, "That's right, it's here!"

"Senior sister, you're back!" A voice of surprise sounded from behind the pile of animal skins, and an unkempt woman jumped out, startling Mo Weirui, who was just about to step into the courtyard, and put on a fighting posture.

"Uncle Mo!"

A familiar voice, a familiar little face, Mo Weirui opened her mouth wide in surprise, "Xiaorou, ugly, you ...... What's going on with you? What's going on?"

"Uncle Mo, we're dividing things. Wen Chuanting pulled Mo Weirui into the door regardless of it, and did not forget to poke his head out of the door to check it, and when he saw that there was no one, he instantly closed the door. At this time, his eyes were full of excitement, and he didn't care about Mo Weirui's name for him at all.

"Divide things, divide what?" Mo Weirui was even more puzzled, she didn't know what happened during the time she was out, and what made the two of them so embarrassed, if it weren't for the familiar voice and familiar face, she would almost not recognize the two of them.

"Good thing!" asked Chuanting to pretend to be mysterious, and at this time he was in a completely childlike state. No, he was originally a child, but now his tone and demeanor are closer to a real child.

He didn't notice any change in him, perhaps it was this time of overdrawing his energy, and the sudden joy shattered the maturity.

"Senior sister, it's really a good thing, the inheritance scroll, made of a small boat!" Mu Yirou's last sentence accentuated, her eyes were bright and bright, like the shiny animal skin. The cheerful tone and excited body movements made her image even more weird.

"It was me and Uncle Mu who made it. Wen Chuanting was equally excited, mixed with the joy of seeing relatives who had not seen him for a long time.

"Inheritance scroll, what's it?" Mo Weirui was even more puzzled. Asked Chuanting pulled, turned the messy and broken pile of animal skins, and the silver light flashed in the ground.