(In the past few days, Ling Qingyan and Yuwen Chenglin have met again and again, and they have all shown a wry smile.)

All of this was because of the girl who followed them to this Mo's Inn a few days ago. Since the girl followed the two of them here, Yuwen Chenglin booked the No. 4 room in Tianzi for the girl to live in, and the girl was not polite at all and lived directly.

After a few days of getting along, Ling Qingyan and the two also knew the girl's name, Ximen Wanwan.

When he first heard Ximen Wanwan introduce himself, Ling Qingyan's mind couldn't help but think of the figure of the drunken man "Ximen Maniac" he met in Moyun City three years ago...... Through Fan Yiran's mouth, he already knew that Ximen Mad was originally a son of the Ximen family, and the Ximen family was a big family at the beginning, but it was destroyed by the Murong family decades ago.

This girl, can't she have something to do with Simon Mania?

This is Ling Qingyan's weird idea after knowing the girl's identity. Immediately, Ling Qingyan shook his head again, even if there are very few people with the surname Ximen in the Chongwu Continent, it shouldn't be just the Ximen family, right?

This girl, that is, Ximen Wanwan, would be fine if she settled down, but she was the master who didn't know anything about peace, she would wake up the sleeping Yuwen Chenglin today, and take Ling Qingyan's blood pact partner Xiao Tibetan Mastiff away tomorrow...... In the past few days, the little Tibetan mastiff can be said to have suffered a lot, and every time he looked at Ling Qingyan's eyes, he was pitiful.

In this regard, Ling Qing Xinyan was also helpless, he didn't want to make Ximen Wanwan turn his attention to him because of the little Tibetan mastiff's matter, so he also turned a blind eye and pretended not to see the pitiful look of the little Tibetan mastiff.

This Ximen is slingling, he can't beat it, he can't scold it, and Ling Qingyan is helpless.

"I can almost clearly sense the presence and direction of this bloody python totem...... But the unicorn totem, I can only sense its existence vaguely through my spiritual sense! Perhaps, it is because my spiritual sense is only seventy percent fused with the blood python totem. ”

At this time, Ling Qingyan was sitting cross-legged between the beds with her eyes closed, feeling the information from her consciousness, and she couldn't help but say to herself in her heart.

In the past few days, Ling Qingyan hadn't continued to practice the eighth form of the Heavenly Sword Nine Style, because he knew that he had encountered a bottleneck...... However, breaking through the bottleneck is not something that can be achieved by hard work alone, and an opportunity is still needed. As for what the opportunity was, Ling Qingyan himself didn't have a clue at all, and just went with the flow.

When the opportunity comes, it will come naturally!

Therefore, now that it was empty, Ling Qingyan sensed the two talent totems in the sea of consciousness through his spiritual sense...... Through the reaction of the Blood Python Totem, Ling Qingyan knew that the two totems in the Sea of Consciousness were still fighting to this day. And as long as Ling Qingyan's spiritual sense sank into the vicinity of the Blood Python Totem, by absorbing the blood-colored mist and white mist that were born through their fighting, it was also slowly growing!

The change in spiritual consciousness could be clearly detected by Ling Qingyan.

Even, through the changes in his spiritual consciousness in the past few days, Ling Qingyan faintly noticed that the degree of fusion between his spiritual sense and the Blood Python Totem seemed to have deepened a bit! Although there was a world of difference from when he made a breakthrough in the cultivation of the Nine Styles of the Heavenly Sword, Ling Qingyan clearly sensed it.

"These days, there has been no breakthrough in the Nine Styles of the Heavenly Sword, and the progress of the fusion of the Blood Python Totem and the Spiritual Sense has also completely stopped. Unexpectedly, now there is a faint change in the situation......"

Ling Qingyan's face couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, but it was Yuwen Chenglin who came to ask Ling Qingyan to come to his room for dinner.

Ling Qingyan looked out the window, and couldn't help but be shocked, when he was meditating, it was still early in the morning, and it was not long before this spiritual sense sank into the sea of consciousness, but it was already noon.

"No wonder, those fantasy cultivation novels that I read when I was bored in my last life said that cultivation has no time...... Although it is exaggerated, but when his eyes are closed, it has already been a morning," Ling Qingyan couldn't help but sigh, and then followed Yuwen Chenglin to Tianzi Room 2.

As soon as he entered the door, Ling Qingyan politely owed to the old man at the table, "Amber." ”

When the old man who had closed his eyes slightly and rested heard the sound, he stood up, looked at Ling Qingyan with a smile on his face, and said enthusiastically: "Young Master Ling is here, come, sit." ”

This old man is the old servant of Yuwen Chenglin, Amber.

Now, the old man also knew the danger that his young master encountered after he passed out in a coma on the day of the Southern Wilderness! For the young man in front of him who saved the two of them, Amber was also very grateful in his heart, coupled with Ling Qingyan's easy-goingness, Amber also had a very good impression of him.

"Amber, you sit!"

When Ling Qingyan saw the old man get up, he also went over to support him and let him sit down again, but he knew that the old man's injuries had not healed.

From Yuwen Chenglin's mouth, he also learned that this old man had been by Yuwen Chenglin's side since he was a child, caring for and protecting him everywhere, not letting him be hurt in the slightest. Even when he was young, once the enemy of the family targeted him, and when the other party sent a master to attack, Amber desperately protected him!

On that occasion, Amber even lay in bed for more than a year!

Since then, Ling Qingyan has also known the reason why Yuwen Chenglin is in the Southern Wilderness, even if he fights to death, he has to bring the old man out. At the same time, Ling Qingyan's evaluation of Yuwen Chenglin in his heart was also higher, knowing that this was a person who absolutely valued love and righteousness.

"It's all so familiar, what are you polite about......"

Ximen Wanwan, who was still dressed in a fiery red shirt at the table, couldn't help but shake his head and muttered when he saw Ling Qingyan and Amber like this, and then used chopsticks to clip a piece of meat between the tables and handed it to the mouth of the little Tibetan mastiff in his arms, "Little fatty, come, sister will give you a piece of meat......"

Chubby?

The three people next to him were dumbfounded, and they didn't expect that this Ximen Wanwan would give this juvenile demon beast such a name.

However, looking at the size of the little Tibetan mastiff, this name is appropriate.

"Haha! Chubby, that's a pretty cute name......

Yuwen Chenglin first broke the embarrassing atmosphere, sat down, and said with a smile: "If you don't use chopsticks for this meal, it's almost cold......"

The afterglow between his eyes swept over the little Tibetan mastiff in Ximen Wanwan's arms, Yuwen Chenglin couldn't help but sigh, he thought that he had a high level of knowledge in terms of the race and type of demon beasts, but he didn't know the origin of this juvenile demon beast at all. He had never even heard of such a monster!

In the past few days, he also knew that this demon beast was not an ordinary demon beast! At this young age, he was already able to understand human nature.

"Chubby, you want to drink?"

Ximen Wanwan looked at the little Tibetan mastiff who was shaking his fat body in his arms and wanted to climb onto the table, and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

At this time, Yuwen Chenglin had already picked up the wine jug on the table and poured a glass for himself, as well as Ling Qingyan and Amber...... And the pair of pupils of the little Tibetan mastiff stared at the wine jug in Yuwen Chenglin's hand brightly.

This little Tibetan mastiff has obviously become interested in wine.

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