Shen Nian relied on his three-inch incorruptible tongue, and in just a few words, he got the words out of Feng Yinyin's mouth.

The two of them are people from the mortal world, because they admire Miaofengmen, so they want to go to learn art, but they encountered heavy rain on the way, so they found this broken temple.

Listening to Feng Yinyin, Zong Ning's cultivation has already reached the first stage of the Jiedan, which is not easy to have such a cultivation in the mortal realm where aura is so rare.

What surprised Shen Nian the most was that Feng Yinyin had also reached the third stage of foundation building.

Well, she's just a scrap.

Shen Nian roughly explained his situation, and at the same time wanted to dispel their vigilance.

Feng Yinyin was very indignant after hearing this, and said that she would definitely take her to Miaofengmen to find her brother.

Shen Nian was quite embarrassed, Feng Yinyin was one year older than her, and she had a younger sister, which made her blush very much, and she felt as if she was taking advantage.

Because the rain was still falling outside, Zong Ning gathered the straw in the temple together, Feng Yinyin and Shen Nian slept together, he was alone, and the three of them slept like this.

……

Miaofeng Gate.

Miao Feng Gate is located on a mountain, this mountain is called Miao Feng Mountain, when Miao Feng Gate was founded, the original head of the mountain in order to save trouble, the name of the mountain as the name of the sect.

This place is full of fairy energy all day long, and the spiritual energy is abundant, and it is a place where people in the spiritual world want to enter even if they squeeze their heads.

A middle-aged man dressed in blue walked slowly, full of temperament, holding a delicate small wooden box in his hand, and slowly walked into the small courtyard.

Walked in to the door and knocked softly.

No one answered the door, but it opened on its own.

The man walked into the room and put the small wooden box on the wooden table, the smoke curled in the room, and a guqin was placed next to the incense burner, which was simple and elegant.

"Senior brother." The man whispered to a meditating man in the room, "The medicine has arrived." ”

The man who was called Senior Brother slowly opened his eyes.

The face is stunning, the three thousand ink hair is tied at will, the cold and dark eyes are like a frozen lake under a bend of the moon, extremely beautiful, and extremely dangerous.

"Senior brother is bothered." The man spoke, and his voice was beautiful, like a clear pearl falling into jade.

"It's all trifles." The middle-aged man wanted to speak and stopped, "Is it going to be a retreat again?" ”

"Hmm." The man replied softly, got up and took the small wooden box, opened it, there were three pills inside, picked up one pill, and swallowed it without hesitation.

"You ......" the middle-aged man frowned, with distress in his eyes, "Senior brother is incompetent and can't solve the poison on your body." ”

"Senior brother doesn't need to feel guilty, I'm fine." The man stroked his sleeve and spoke lightly.

"Ugh." The middle-aged man sighed, "Senior brother will instruct you not to let anyone near your retreat place, junior brother can relax and don't worry about trivial matters, if there is any accident, you must notify me as soon as possible." ”

"Hmm." The man closed his eyes and continued to meditate, regulating his internal breath.

The middle-aged man stood and watched for a while, then turned around and walked away, gently closing the door.

There was silence in the room.

The man slowly opened his eyes again, and looked at the smoke steadily.

Raising his hand to touch his chest, he felt his heart beating faster and faster, and he seemed to be able to feel the hot blood vessels beating under his skin, so eagerly.

Exhaled lightly, because the inner pill was damaged, and there was a strange poison in the body, it was necessary to retreat and breathe every three months to stabilize the internal force that wanted to go berserk.

He didn't know how long it had been.

Obviously, he can die, anyway, there is nothing in the world that he wants to be nostalgic for, but there is always a voice in his heart that makes him stay.

I felt like he was waiting for someone.

Maybe wait for it.

Perhaps, can't wait.