(After Ling Qingyan separated from Lian Jun at a fork in the road, he went straight to his courtyard.)

At this time, he was very interested in the "Heavenly Sword Classic" he had obtained from Lian Jun and the three classics about "Talent Totem" that he had obtained from the Library Pavilion, and he was eager to return to the courtyard to read these classics as soon as possible.

But the development of things is often unexpected, when Ling Qingyan turned a corner and was about to return to his courtyard soon, a slender and beautiful figure appeared in front of his eyes and made him stop moving forward, the figure that Ling Qingyan saw was Liu Yanran, who he had not seen for a few days.

"Brother Qingyan!"

Liu Yanran's slightly surprised voice suddenly sounded when she saw the young man standing not far away. Immediately, Liu Yanran took a direct step, and came to Ling Qingyan's side in three or two steps, "Brother Qingyan, I heard that you have been accepted as a disciple by the figures of the ancestors in the sect, which one is the ancestor?"

Facing Liu Yanran's machine-gun-like questioning, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but be dumbfounded. At this time, seeing that Liu Yanran's state was completely different from a few days ago, knowing that she had recovered, Ling Qingyan was also relieved. Ling Qingyan couldn't say anything about Liu Yanran, she said she was a sister, right? But Ling Qingyan was also a twenty-two-year-old boy in her last life, plus the fifteen years in this life, it can be said that she has experienced thirty-seven years, but Ling Qingyan can't regard her as a sister in her heart. Perhaps in Ling Qingyan's heart, it is more about treating Liu Yanran as a 'one' book and reading 'novels' as a sister who cares about herself and cares.

"How do you know?" Ling Qingyan asked, looking at Liu Yanran. The matter of going to the sword shrine by himself, so far in the sect, only his own sect master senior brother and the sword elder brother knew about it. But after thinking about it, thinking of the relationship between Liu Yanran and the first two, Ling Qingyan also knew it.

"Of course, Uncle Shi told me," Liu Yanran frowned slightly, and then stretched out, "Uncle Shi is dead, and he also said that people will call you 'Uncle Shi' in the future." Brother Qingyan, you don't really want me to call you uncle, do you?"

Looking at Liu Yanran's eyes that desperately wanted to know the answer, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but smile and said, "Why do you care so much, we will each have our own hands." ”

Seeing Liu Yanran's appearance as a little daughter, Ling Qingyan was stunned at first, and then her face changed slightly, but her thoughts had already drifted back to her previous life. For a while, her mind was full of a figure of a girl in modern and beautiful clothes, and Ling Qingyan's heart was extremely gloomy, "Li'er, it's been fifteen years, are you doing well......"

"Brother Qingyan!"

"Brother Qingyan, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Ling Qingyan's face suddenly turned pale, Liu Yanran couldn't help but hurry for a while, at this time she didn't know what happened to Ling Qingyan, and suddenly the change was so big.

"I'm fine," Ling Qingyan came back to her senses, although her face had recovered, she still had a sickly paleness, "I was a little uncomfortable, so I went back first." ”

"Well," hearing Ling Qingyan's words, and seeing Ling Qingyan's uncomfortable face again, Liu Yanran nodded repeatedly, "Originally, I wanted to take you around and get acquainted with our Heavenly Sword Sect, since you are not feeling well, then go back and rest first, and we will go another day." ”

Liu Yanran didn't know that a few days ago, Ling Qingyan had almost completely traveled to all the places in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

.........

Ling Qingyan returned to his courtyard with a lonely look, and lay directly on the lawn in the courtyard.

"Li'er ......"

Ling Qingyan shook his head slightly, and then he had already raised his left hand, and there was a white jade bottle out of thin air in the palm of his left hand, which was the white jade bottle containing the liquid of a hundred flowers. At this time, Ling Qingyan was gloomy in her heart, and the only thing she thought of was to use wine to kill her sorrows. But what he has now is only the Baihua Liquid that can barely be regarded as wine, and he subconsciously took it out of the Baina Ring.

Directly pulled out the cork of the bottle, handed the bottle to his mouth, and Ling Qingyan took a sip gently. A rich fragrance suddenly appeared in this courtyard, and even after a while, dozens of butterflies had gathered above Ling Qingyan's head, obviously attracted by the fragrance of the hundred flowers.

The cool liquid flowed down Ling Qingyan's throat, mixed with a strange taste. Suddenly, Ling Qingyan's head twitched slightly, and then a bright light flashed between his confused eyes, and he was obviously sober. Ling Qingyan looked at the white jade bottle in his hand that had been uncorked by himself, and his face changed slightly, "What happened to me just now, I actually drank this hundred flowers liquid again!"

He couldn't help but Ling Qingyan's face changed slightly, because after the narration of the eldest brother Tuoba Xiu, he already knew the benefits of this hundred flower liquid, which would definitely allow the martial artist to directly cross the first level, and even some other big brother Tuoba Xiu did not carefully explain the effect. And this hundred flower liquid, Ling Qingyan now also knew that those effects were only effective when he drank the first sip, and there was no difference between drinking the second sip and drinking ordinary wine.

Waste!

Thinking of his previous actions, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but feel a burst of regret. But there is no so-called regret medicine to take in the world, although Ling Qingyan is helpless, he can only acquiesce to this result. Baihua liquid is now only a little more than three mouthfuls.

Ling Qingyan originally planned that the remaining Baihua liquid must not be drunk again because of greed, and it must be left to his parents and some people who are important to him. After all, the effect of the potpourri is obvious to those who have not yet drunk the potholour. And Ling Qingyan was in a daze before, but he drank the remaining Hundred Flowers Liquid again, if it wasn't for the cool taste that the Hundred Flowers Liquid brought to him to wake up in time, maybe the remaining Hundred Flowers Liquid had already reached his stomach at this time.

"In the future, it seems that we have to prepare some wine with a low alcohol content and put it in the Baina ring, otherwise maybe there will be today's incident next time," Ling Qingyan couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at the white jade bottle in his hand, which had obviously become lighter.

Putting the white jade bottle that had been recorked into the Baina ring, Ling Qingyan didn't think much about drinking the Baihua liquid before. Because he also knows that since he has already drunk it, it is useless to think about it more, and he will not come back if he thinks about it more. In that case, why bother!

Although Ling Qingyan was able to be so free and easy about the Hundred Flowers Liquid, Ling Qingyan could not let go of some of the experiences in the previous life. At this time, Ling Qingyan was already lying on the lawn with his hands behind his head, his legs crossed, and his eyes were staring at the blue sky and white clouds tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Li'er," Ling Qingyan's eyes flashed, looking at the sky and telling lightly, "Do you know? The so-called immortal methods in the TV of the previous life, in this world, people can also do it if they cultivate to a certain extent. Maybe I can do it in the future, if you can see me at that moment, how wonderful......"

Ling Qingyan, who had not experienced such physical and mental exhaustion for a long time, fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her slightly immature cheeks.

The breeze blows, the butterflies fly, and the young man has rested.