Gu Changzhou coughed in shock.

Although Jian Xiu has always had the nickname of calling the natal sword his wife, but when a Zhengtai little sword spirit said it, he really accepted incompetence.

It's like he's a pervert.

"I just think she's short of spirit stones."

"You talk nonsense! Isn't she afraid that she will be snatched away by that expensive senior brother? What is there to dare not admit. ”

The sword spirit and the master have the same heart, and they can often intuitively understand the true thoughts in their hearts more intuitively than themselves.

Gu Changzhou suddenly became excited, and said in a low voice: "You are talking nonsense!" I didn't have ......."

"You have! You've got it! ”

One person and one sword quarreled, and the atmosphere was tense.

"I didn't! Again, I just hope that she can have more choices, have a completely different life, I don't have any extra luxury, I won't have any extra luxury. ”

Gu Changzhou trembled his lips, and the last sentence seemed to be said to himself.

In Gu Changzhou's memory, he didn't know what he and Song Yihe had experienced, and he didn't know how the two met again.

He only knew that he was responsible for most of her death.

It was a thorn in his heart.

It is also a wall that prevents him from expressing his desires openly.

……

Wenqiu Peak.

Song Yihe threw a spirit stone into the Lingquan Well and said, "So far, Old Man Jin has owed me thirty-seven top-grade spirit stones. ”

There is a formation engraved at the bottom of the well, connecting hundreds of small arrays large and small throughout the medicine field, and as long as it is driven by spirit stones, it can be automatically watered according to the habits of different herbs.

Save worry and effort, but waste spirit stones.

Every time you need a top-grade spirit stone to drive!

This is also the 40th day that Dean Jin Sheng was recalled to the Jin family, and when Song Yihe hadn't rushed back three days ago, he saw the crooked medicinal materials in the medicine field and jumped up in shock.

Under the order of Shizun Ermen, she already knew how precious this medicine field was, and it was the lifeblood of Jin Sheng.

And the reason why Jin Sheng left his life and hurried back to the Jin family was Jin Yaoyao.

I heard that Jin Yaoyao was frightened by Feng Lin in the secret realm, and she has not woken up yet, and her life is in danger.

Jin Sheng rushed back to see her.

The herbs in the terraces were thriving, and the pure aura was constantly absorbed and spit out by them, giving Song Yihe the best cultivation environment.

She sat down next to a Qingyang fruit with ease, and the aura in the sky was attracted and slowly condensed into a white mist beside her.

It wasn't until the sky was completely dark, the moon was sparse, and the tips of the tender green grass were covered with night dew that Song Yihe opened his eyes.

After being quenched by thunder and lightning once, her cultivation speed was a little faster than before, although it was not as good as a qualification like the Heavenly Spirit Root, but it was already comparable to the cultivation speed of the ordinary Twin Spirit Root.

Song Yihe stood up, looked at his breath in the middle of the foundation, and thought:

Why don't you have a chance to let the thunder split again in the future?

She took out the jade bottle, threw a dragon marrow pill in her mouth, and said while chewing, "Xiao Lang, I think we can upgrade the pill?" I don't even feel it when I eat this thing now. ”

She didn't hear Xiao Lang's voice for a long time, and then she remembered that Xiao Baitiao had been asleep for a long time.

Song Yihe stood gloomily in place for a while.

The system suddenly sounded.

[Did the host think about the Earth Dragon Ding Ding Ling? 】

"yes, I used to think it was noisy, but now I'm a little uncomfortable."

[As long as the host family works hard to do the task, it will definitely wake up soon.] 】

Song Yihe: "Besides, how long has it been since you sent me a task?" And the things of the Gate of Inheritance have already been awarded, so what else is there to do. ”

[This is wrong, did the host forget that there is a second mission?] 】

Oh, and help Gu Changzhou become a god.

Song Yihe narrowed his eyes: "Why does he have to become a god?" Are these so-called harems really harems? ”

With Song Yihe's understanding of him, after this kid became a demon god, the state that owed him eight million all over the world, let alone opening a harem, the female mosquito had to retreat when she saw him.

The system quibbles.

[This, haha, let's go through the plot, the plot has some fiction, isn't it very reasonable? ] 】

"Reasonable?" Song Yihe smiled gloomily, you better pray that Gu Changzhou will never know about this.

Huh.

Xiao Lang, I miss you too, this woman is so scary.

Come and stay with me.

The system silently covered its mouth, leaving tears of remorse in his heart.

I knew that I would have chosen a normal story background for her to accept the task.

Song Yihe flipped through the plot and wanted to find the next opportunity to earn rewards, but he couldn't find it for a long time.

This plot is long and numerous, and almost all of it is love.

Song Yihe: "Do you want to refine this thing?" ”

The pages of the book that I flipped through in the sea of knowledge stopped, and after a moment they turned into several thin sheets of paper.

There is also a table on it, which is clear and straightforward.

Song Yihe found the information he was looking for.

In the semester assessment of being promoted to a third-year student, Gu Changzhou obtained the natal magic weapon Phantom Butterfly Flute.

Song Yihe pouted, they were only first-graders, far away.

She closed the fence door at the foot of the mountain and exited the barrier.

Instead of relying on the system, it is better to learn the skills in a down-to-earth manner now and go to the sea of clouds to wake up Xiaolang.

"Senior sister, are you here?" Wei Ren stood in front of the door with a smile.

This is his residence alone, and in front of the exquisite temple gate, there is a plaque carved in jade.

The clouds and mist on it are shrouded, and three words are faintly revealed, and they belong to one hall.

To be honest, it is many times more luxurious than the residence of Jinsheng, the dean.

Song Yihe nodded: "It's a little late today, senior brother has been waiting for a long time." ”

"Senior sister's cultivation has improved again."

Wei Ren didn't mind, on the contrary, he was afraid of trouble, and when he heard that Yun Yanbin wanted his teacher sister to quench his body and exercises, he readily agreed.

These days, after Song Yihe cultivated, he often arrived at the Guiyi Hall late at night.

I've never seen him annoyed once.

"And that's it." Wei Ren was dressed in refined clothes, and with a stomp of his right foot, the surrounding environment changed instantly.

This is the phantom array.

And what Wei Ren taught was Yun Yanbin's self-created exercise, called Chong Xiaobu.

This exercise is known for its speed, and its body is subtle, but it does not require a trace of spiritual power.

It is the most suitable for their physical cultivation.

As long as people can move, they can fight.

In the illusion, the stars were hanging, and Wei Ren's figure was hidden in it, almost making it impossible to find a trace.

Song Yihe closed his eyes and felt it.

Wei Ren's faint voice came from all directions.

"Forgetting about the existence of the body, focusing on the breath, and then feeling the wind, is feeling the exercises."

Song Yihe listened, dancing with the sound of the wind, Wei Ren followed him, and took her through the exercises over and over again.

After a while, the girl's figure became lighter and gradually became more agile.

Wei Ren gradually stopped his movements and let the junior sister try to play the full footwork on her own.

It's a pity that after the third type, Song Yihe's figure became bulky, the wind that surrounded him before disappeared, and the whole body was filled with lead, and it was difficult to take a step forward.

(End of chapter)