Fang Ningxiang has been here for so long, and it was the first time she was completely ignored like this, she was so angry that she stomped her feet.

It's like in modern society, no matter how dedicated she is to acting, she still can't get a little favor from the director, as long as those top and celebrities appear, she is a little transparent actor that no one cares about......

[Please note that there is a dangerous intention to invade your sea just now, and the space-time number one of this system has escorted you. 】

The icy mechanical sound clicked and sounded like metal rubbing against each other, harsh and unpleasant.

Fang Ningxiang was stunned for a moment, and didn't know why: "System, why did your voice become so ugly?" Is it going to be broken? ”

After saying that, he covered his mouth and laughed.

I didn't hear what the "system" had just said.

[Please note that the host, do not make fun of this system arbitrarily, due to the invasion of unknown forces to interfere with the internal operation of this system, now this system will temporarily enter the automatic maintenance state, the task can not be interrupted, please host to do it yourself.] 】

The mechanical sound disappeared in Fang Ningxiang's mind.

Fang Ningxiang shouted a few times in place but didn't respond, and suddenly thought that the eyes of the Northern Meditation Cultivator looking at him were so translucent, terrifying, and terrifying.

Don't......

Thinking of what the system said just now, and the damage caused by the invasion of unknown forces, my back broke out in a cold sweat.

How could she forget that this is the cultivation realm, not the martial arts world.

All divine power is real and unstoppable.

Moreover, as an outlier in this world, Northern Meditation Cultivation rarely has contact with people, and will definitely be many times more cautious and suspicious than ordinary people.

He just didn't ...... Fang Ningxiang swallowed a handful of saliva, if the system didn't help herself in time just now, then wouldn't her whole person be checked by the Northern Meditation Cultivator!

It's dangerous!

Fang Ningxiang forgot to use the flying technique she had just learned, and ran to the Xuantie cage with messy steps, and pulled down the control switch.

She has to go back and cultivate for a while.

Otherwise, next time, I don't have to be spied on by that curious monk with some kind of spell, and I will be in trouble.

As soon as Bei Ming Xiu returned to Yunhe Peak, he rushed into the house and closed the door bolt by the way.

took out the book that Gongsun Qi handed over to him, and untied the thin hemp rope that was tied, the cover had been eaten by insects and ants.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, I could see that there were a few words written on it that were familiar to the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

He couldn't wait and shouted out to Elder Wei: "The book that the old man from Wuji Peak threw me, Elder Nightmare, you can work hard and help see if this is a real illusion magic mental technique." ”

The old man's smoke-like figure appeared out of thin air, only the upper half of the body was like a person, and the rest were black smoke that was constantly twisting and floating.

The hand in the thick smoke worked, and the book in Bei Mingxiu's hand flew towards him, stopping an inch in front of him, and an invisible force automatically flipped through the paper.

After a cup of tea, Wei Lao handed the book back to Bei Ming Xiu and replied to him: "It is indeed this book, Wei Jun can cultivate with confidence." ”

Bei Ming Xiu nodded, looked at the book in his hand, and after turning the first page to memorize the contents, he immediately went to bed and sat cross-legged, and began to enter the preliminary state of study.

The old man wandered around the house for a few weeks before dissipating.

In the endless sea of consciousness, Bei Mingxiu sat on the ground and opened his eyes, and what he put into his eyes was a piece of silver, but he didn't feel much cold.

I reached out and caught a little snow, but I didn't feel it at all.

Bei Ming Xiu silently recited a few mantras in the book, and the refreshing chill invaded him, so cold that he immediately retracted his strength and returned to reality.

He looked at his hands, remorseful.

It was just backfired...... Could it be that the cultivation method is wrong?

Bei Ming Xiu recalled the words of the old man, the illusion technique, and used sound to control the enemy.

Sound...... Could it be that you need some voice to cultivate together?

He just seemed to be only reciting the mantra while urging the mana to control the illusion, forgetting the cultivation core of this mental method, no wonder he would fail!

Bei Mingxiu picked up the book, but he was distressed, how should this sound be fused.

I just wanted to ask the old man for his opinion, but he held back again.

Elder Wei refused to stay by his side all the time, and he still had to rely on himself for everything.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator began to try to change to another way of cultivation.

Silent recitation in the mouth: The state of mind is like dust, the emptiness is endless, and the choice of things is determined......

Thinking of this part, his dark eyes suddenly dawned, and he seemed to understand something in his heart.

Bei Mingxiu jumped out of bed, ran to the wooden cabinet to open the wooden door with his bare feet on the ground, and after rummaging, he finally found a hard object with six holes in the shape of a fish.

Holding the things in his hand, Bei Mingxiu sat back on the bed, remembering the tunes his mother had taught him to practice.

The fingertips were pressed against the leaky hole, the abdomen was constricted, and in my mind was the mantra that had just been realized in the mental method......

The ethereal sound of the valley-like music was skillfully pressed by the fingertips of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, all of which pierced through the six holes.

And after the mantra in Bei Mingxiu's mind faded, another content appeared......

The day changed, the night fell, the sky above the Sword Sect was bright and bright, the moon was clear and cold, lonely and hanging, and there were only a few bright broken stars around.

The soft moonlight sprinkled in the quiet courtyard, the water lilies were dyed with water vapor and bloomed in the pool, and the sparkling water reflected the clear jade plate, and a frog that lived here "poofed" into the pool, trying to catch this bright thing.

Jian Chenxin stood by the pool and happened to see this thing.

"Master, what are you doing here?" A soft, cautious and respectful voice drew back the sword minister's gaze.

He turned to look at the comer, carrying the moonlight as cold and clear as a white veil on his back.

Jianchen's heart had just finished bathing, his hair was not dry, and he was all allowed to scatter, wrapped in a white silk brocade shirt, and wore a straight-lined robe with gold thread and bamboo pattern on a black background, and the whole person was placed in the moonlight, and the face of the resolute and handsome man was softer, and there was a little more elegant dust.

It seems that Meng Yaozhi is a little puzzled by Meng Yaozhi's appearance here: "The sect stipulates that when it is night, no disciple is allowed to move around at will, why have you even forgotten this rule?" ”

Meng Yaozhi was frightened by Jian Chen's reprimanding tone, she looked up at the master with a serious face, and immediately bent down to salute: "The master has taught the lesson, and the disciple knows his mistakes." ”

"Well, you don't seem to be a person who can break the rules, what's the matter with coming here so late to be a teacher?" Jian Chenxin lifted the hem of his clothes and sat on the edge of the curved pool made of stone, and he didn't care if the fabric was scattered on the ground.

Meng Yaozhi took out a small food box at this time and hung her head forward.

When he opened the lid in front of his master, a rich and sweet smell spread from the food box.

"The disciple found out today that the master was busy with the ceremony and had not eaten much, and he was afraid that the master would be hungry, so he made some snacks and sent them over, and asked the master not to dislike them." After Meng Yaozhi finished speaking, she raised her head and quietly glanced at it.

Just at a glance, he was fixed by the gaze of Jian Chen's heart.

She noticed that Jian Chen's mind had gone out of mind at some point.

The direction of his gaze seems to be behind him.

Meng Yao was puzzled.

Turning around curiously, his eyes only touched the open bamboo row door in the opposite courtyard, and nothing else.

Just as he was about to ask him what he was looking at, Jian Chenxin had already sorted out his clothes and got up to leave.

His muffled voice wafted through the air.

"If you are not hungry for the teacher, you should go back to rest early, you don't have to do this kind of thing in the future, instead of having this heart, it is better to put it all on cultivation."

The refreshing smell of osmanthus fragrant pancreas passed by his side, and Meng Yao stood in place in a daze, holding the handle tighter.

The master doesn't like to do it herself, so she just won't do it in the future.

After closing the lid, Meng Yaozhi turned around and saw that the door of the opposite yard had been closed.

Her pretty eyes opened slightly, and quickly retracted.

suppressed the throbbing in his heart for some reason, and quietly left with the food box.

Halfway through, Meng Yao absentmindedly stopped on the side of the road with a food box.

"Senior Sister Dream?" A slightly surprised and delighted voice came into Meng Yaozhi's ears.

She stopped and looked over, and in the pavilion not far away, a young man in a long blue-purple suit was sitting.

When he looked at Meng Yaozhi when he saw him, his eyes quickly lit up.

Meng Yaozhi walked over and said politely: "I've seen Senior Brother Changhe." ”

This person is the eldest disciple of the Great Elder Chang Hao, and he is one of the first with the highest spells in the sect, and he is also the oldest disciple in terms of the age of entering the sect.

The disciples of the entire sect, when they saw him in person, naturally wanted to shout Senior Brother.

Tsunega stood up and walked towards her.

Seeing the food box in her hand, she looked in the direction she came from, and quipped: "Senior Sister Meng doesn't know, the sect master is now in the Bigu period, and he can't eat, why did you forget this." ”

Chang He's eyes were fixed on Meng Yaozhi, and he chuckled: "But Senior Brother, I haven't congratulated Senior Sister Meng on becoming the sect master's descendant disciple." ”

Meng Yaozhi heard Chang He's laughter, but didn't say anything, and said thank you in a muffled voice.

"Why is my sister so sullen? If you have any sad things, you can tell me about them. ”

Meng Yao knew that she was a little uncomfortable in her heart, but she didn't know where to start, she was afraid of being embarrassed, so she could only shake her head.

Then he bowed down and turned to leave.

It's a bit of a deserted escape.

Leave Changga alone in the pavilion and enjoy the bright moon in the dark.

"My heart illuminates the moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch, alas!"

After saying that, Tsunega also left the same place.

The night is getting slightly cooler, and in the inner room of the bamboo garden wing, the incense is swirling, and the bursts of incense are refreshing.

Lily of the valley jewel pendulum lamp stands upright at the head of the bed, illuminating this corner.

A warm yellow halo hit the woman with pink cheeks, and the stunning face was hazy and unreal.

The long and thick eyelashes spread out like butterfly wings, and the moist snow eyes opened wider in a trance.

"Shhh The feeling of a splitting headache hit Xiao Hanyan's nerves that had not yet been sorted out, and she pulled open the quilt.

Propped up and sat on the edge of the bed, his head pounded slightly, his delicate brows frowned, and he still pinched the acupuncture points on his head with one hand.

Glancing around, it was strange.

Xiao Hanyan found that his hair crown had gone nowhere, his head was empty, and he was not very used to this feeling.

Touching her long loose hair, she shook her head amusedly when she found that the crown was placed on the low table closest to the head of the bed.

If I really didn't finish sobering up, my eyes were crooked.

The furnishings in the house are a little simpler, but if you look closely, you don't lack anything, and there is a faint incense in the air, which is very pleasant to smell.

Xiao Hanyan held his forehead and put on his shoes and stood up.

The mopping skirt brushed against the light carpet on the ground, and the body swayed and walked out.

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into the person who was about to open the door.

Her head was still groggy, her forehead inevitably filled the other's muscular chest, and she staggered back.

Xiao Hanyan touched the sore forehead, raised his snow eyes to look at the person at the door, his eyes focused, and his eyes became clear: "Sword Chen's heart? Why are you here? ”

As if the focus was wrong, she said, "Where is this?" ”

Jianchen's dark eyes stared at her for a moment, bypassing her and entering.

"This is the Sword Sect's other courtyard, you are drunk today, and it is inconvenient to go back, so I will let you rest here tonight."

Xiao Hanyan listened to Jian Chenxin's words and thought about it, as if he was indeed drunk......

I haven't drunk the wine I like for a long time, so I inevitably drank a few more glasses.

I just don't know if she did anything out of the ordinary because she was drunk.

Xiao Hanyan sorted out his thoughts and walked back to the house.

Seeing that Jian Chenxin was already sitting on the tea couch and began to make tea, the boiling water should have been boiled on the spot by himself with mana.

"Come and sit, just try my tea, the last time you came to borrow something, you didn't have time to prepare it for you."

Xiao Hanyan didn't refuse, walked over and sat down opposite him.

The two sat facing each other on the tea couch, and on the right was a large window, and the open door allowed for a panoramic view of the night outside.

Jian Chenxin handed Xiao Hanyan a poured cup of hot tea.

The tea with repeated white smoke was clear yellow, and the rich and pleasant aroma of tea filled it, and Xiao Hanyan took it with a smile.

The white and delicate hand pinched the teacup, sniffed it at the edge of his nose, and praised: "The fragrant tea is even better than what I drank in the Qi Sect." ”