Inside the house

Shen Yuan saw Yi Nanjing, who was hurrying towards her.

He looked anxious, and two strands of white hair floated in front of him.

"Slow down, what's your hurry?"

Shen Yuan smiled and sat down.

When Yi Nanjing heard this, he immediately stopped his steps, and only when the wind around him dissipated did he raise his feet and walk towards the woman slowly.

"Sister, give it to you."

Yi Nanjing took out the flowers that he had picked and carefully arranged from the storage ring.

The blue bouquet was almost as wide as his two bodies, and the stems were gathered together, and he could hold both palms stretched out.

A sea of blue flowers suddenly broke into the bottom of his eyes.

Shen Yuan's eyes lit up, and then he was amused by the other party's slightly funny appearance.

She raised her hand and took the flower.

With the help of spiritual power, the woman picked up the bouquet and looked much better than Yi Nanjing.

"Does my sister like it?"

Yi Nanjing looked at her with blank eyes, for fear of seeing dislike in the other party's eyes.

Not only does he not like it, but he will be disappointed even if he is too calm.

Fortunately, Shen Yuan knew his thoughts.

The woman's fox eyes were crooked, and she couldn't see her expression clearly through the mask, but it was enough to tell that she was happy.

Shen Yuan lowered her head and sniffed lightly, her natural sensitivity and familiarity with the elixir made her immediately distinguish what was in it.

Unexpectedly, she also found three or two herbs from it that she had never seen before.

"Okay, Nanjing, it took you a lot of time to find these, right?"

Shen Yuan was visibly happier.

Yi Nanjing's heart instantly became bulging.

He looked at her a little embarrassed and lowered his eyes, "It didn't take much time." ”

It's just that in the past few years, when he was picking medicine, he picked it easily.

Before, he even thought he wouldn't have a chance to give it to her.

Today's situation is something he can't even dream of in the past 20 years.

Shen Yuan's fingers caressed the two small flowers, and after playing for a while, he put the bouquet away.

"Nanjing, I said I would take you to cultivate."

Shen Yuan took the other party's arm and motioned for him to sit down with him.

At the round table, which didn't look big, Yi Nanjing sat next to Shen Yuan.

Hearing the word cultivation, his whole body inevitably surged with blood.

Only by cultivating can he stay by his sister's side for longer.

Only by cultivating can he get rid of his current twilight appearance.

He knew that his sister did not dislike him.

But he hated himself.

Shen Yuan's palm spread out, and a fiery red bone-washing flower appeared.

At the beginning, she also wanted to exchange the Gu Ling Flower with the old man for the bone washing flower, but in the end, the other party gave it to her.

Thinking of the old man, Shen Yuan's eyebrows and eyes softened.

"During this time, you first adjust your body according to my requirements, and when I feel that it is appropriate, you can be reborn."

"This is the Bone Washing Flower, Nanjing, your talent is actually very good, but because you were born in the Southern Regions, you were shackled by the Heavenly Dao."

Shen Kite retracted his palm, and the bone-washing flower disappeared.

Yi Nanjing's gaze still fell on the woman's clenched fist in a daze.

Shen Yuan saw his distracted appearance, and felt strange.

What's going on.

"Because I was born in the Southern Regions." Yi Nanjing said in a hoarse voice, "Because I was born in the Southern Regions, the Heavenly Dao does not allow me to cultivate. ”

He repeated what Shen Kite meant.

"Then how did my sister fight against the Heavenly Dao?"

Yi Nanjing is not a fool, even if the Southern Regions are mortal domains, it doesn't mean that they don't know about cultivation, not to mention that there are occasionally monks who come out of the Southern Regions.

What kind of existence is the Heavenly Dao, Yi Nanjing has a concept in his heart.