By this time, the courtyard had dispersed.

Tonight's incident, Yuwen Changsheng's actions have let everyone in the Yuwen clan know that what they said and thought in their hearts was not powerless to fight back between what they said and thought in their hearts.

Even though they had long been aware of the abolition of Yuwen Changsheng's Innate Twelve Canons, they could never have imagined that such a person who had split up his family would defeat his peers in the clan.

That night, the defeat of Yuwen Mountain at the hands of Yuwen Immortal soon spread throughout the clan.

On the way back to the room, Yuwen Changsheng found that when he went to the main hall, the clan guards he encountered on both sides of the passage were obviously much less than at this moment.

And as they passed, those guards no longer cast special gazes on Yuwen Changsheng.

Along the way, Yuwen Ling'er and Xiaohuan, the two of them respectively supported Yuwen Changsheng's arms until they returned to Yuwen Changsheng's room.

Both of them tightly wrapped around Yuwen Changsheng, and under the close grip, the touch of some undulating soft places made Yuwen Changsheng feel slightly embarrassed, and his saliva swallowed unconsciously.

"Brother Changsheng, what's wrong with your right hand?"

Yuwen Ling'er noticed Yuwen Changsheng's right hand, and since he left the eyes of everyone in the courtyard, he had been trembling unnaturally, and his face was a little worried.

Feeling Yuwen Ling'er's breath like an orchid, and the carefulness that belongs to girls alone, Yuwen Changsheng suddenly felt a sense of dizziness and happiness in his head.

"It's nothing, it's just that the battle just now caused an old problem in the right shoulder, and it will be fine after a while, and I've gotten used to it over the years." Yuwen Changsheng looked at his right hand that was fighting against Yuwen Mountain just now, and at this time, the phalanges were already flushed.

"This body has been so weak since I was born, and although my heart mana is stronger than ordinary people, I can't cultivate and use it, it's really ironic."

Yuwen Changsheng shook his head secretly, smiling helplessly.

"Brother Changsheng, there will be arrangements in the heavens, and the heavenly opportunities implied in them are not something that we can understand, maybe one day in the future, we will find the answer under the guidance of fate."

After speaking, Yuwen Ling'er's hand around Yuwen Changsheng tightened.

Back in the room, Yuwen Changsheng could no longer hold back the blood surging in his body, let go of Yuwen Ling'er and Xiaohuan's entanglement, and pressed his hands on the table, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, and his breathing began to become chaotic.

Seeing this, Xiaohuan hurriedly closed the door, and the physical condition of his young master was not good for the guards outside to see.

"Brother Changsheng, you sit down first, and I'll help you slow down."

Yuwen Ling'er frowned slightly, took off her mink fur, and helped Yuwen Changsheng to the bedside.

Yuwen Changsheng nodded slightly, came to the side of the bed and sat down.

"Young Master Changsheng, there are some blood stains on your body, I'll help you change your clothes."

Hearing this, Yuwen Changsheng looked down and found that his clothes were stained with a little blood at some point, presumably it should have been in the battle just now, Yuwen Mountain was overwhelmed and spit in his mouth.

Xiaohuan was very skilled in taking off Yuwen Changsheng's stained clothes. The delicate and gentle movements are like the habit of many years.

Then she lightly changed into a brand new set of underwear for Yuwen Changsheng, and prepared the original clothes to be washed.

"Xiaohuan, thank you for your hard work, if you hadn't brought me to the clan, I'm afraid I would have gone with my father and mother, and I haven't thanked you well in this matter."

Yuwen Changsheng looked at Xiaohuan's back, and a warm current surged in his heart.

Xiaohuan turned around, revealing that childish face.

"Young Master Changsheng is serious, if it weren't for the kindness of Mrs. back then, Xiaohuan would not have had enough food to eat and clothes to wear."

Xiaohuan raised his hand as he spoke, carefully smoothing the wrinkles of Yuwen Changsheng's internal clothes.

"It was the old lady who gave me this home and gave me a stable life, and what I did for the young master is all as it should be."

Yuwen Changsheng smiled slightly, and while enjoying this hard-won warmth, he recalled the events of that day.

That day, it was also snowy, and Yuwen Changsheng vaguely remembered that early that morning, the servant at home suddenly shouted at the door, saying that a little girl had fallen on the thick snow outside the door.

The wind and snow were too strong, the wind rolled up snowflakes, and her footprints had been covered by the wind and snow, leaving only a white expanse of snow and a small figure that was a little lonely.

When Yuwen Changsheng's mother heard the sound and rushed to see the poor little girl, she was already in an extremely weak state, her body huddled in her shabby clothes, and her breathing was so weak that she could barely detect it.

Yuwen Changsheng's mother ordered the servants to quickly take the little girl into the house, and beside the warm fire, Yuwen Changsheng's parents took good care of the little girl, which made the little girl's face gradually regain a little ruddy.

Out of curiosity, Yuwen Changsheng also came to the little girl's bed, looking carefully at the little girl's pale face and weak body.

Suddenly, Yuwen Changsheng exclaimed, fell backwards, and fell to the ground, still saying to his mother that there were black earthworms swimming around in the little girl's body.

At that time, Yuwen Changsheng's mother only thought that this was a child's nonsense, and flicked Yuwen Changsheng's forehead slightly with her little finger, and then ignored it.

When the little girl woke up, upon questioning, she found that the little girl had lost her memory.

She couldn't remember her name, she couldn't remember where she was from, or even why she was in this strange place.

Now no one can know the origin of the little girl.

So, Yuwen Changsheng's parents decided to leave the little girl in their own home, give Yuwen Changsheng as a maidservant, and named her Xiaohuan.

When Yuwen Changsheng came back to his senses from his memories, Xiaohuan had already approached with a copper basin.

The copper basin was filled with steaming water, and she gently wrung up a clean cloth towel, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly leaned into Yuwen Changsheng's body.

Her fingers slid gently across Yuwen Changsheng's chest like catkins, and when her fingertips touched Yuwen Changsheng's right shoulder, Yuwen Changsheng couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Seeing this reaction, Yuwen Ling'er gently massaged Yuwen Changsheng's right shoulder with a pair of jade hands, and his bright eyes were full of concern for him.

At this moment, Yuwen Changsheng's pain seemed to be slightly relieved.

Xiaohuan is also smart, she knows that she is not suitable to stay here at this moment, so she handed the cloth towel in her hand to Yuwen Ling'er, then nodded slightly, and quietly left the room.

At this time, only Yuwen Changsheng and Yuwen Ling'er were left in the room.

Xiaohuan's sudden departure made the two a little embarrassed, after all, a young girl and a young man in wide clothes were alone in the room, which was inevitably a little awkward.

However, Yuwen Ling'er didn't seem to care about this, she seriously helped Yuwen Changsheng wipe her body.

When Yuwen Ling'er gently wiped Yuwen Changsheng's chest with a wet towel, his heartbeat seemed to be faster than usual, and his blood was boiling.

Yuwen Ling'er lowered her head, her hair falling slightly, blocking her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Her hands, soft and delicate, like sheep fat jade, seem to have not fully grown, but they already have a kind of flexible strength.

Yuwen Ling'er's every movement is so gentle, and her clear eyes are full of smart brilliance.

This peculiar feeling made Yuwen Changsheng feel a kind of comfort that he had never felt before.

Yuwen Ling'er's gaze never left Yuwen Changsheng's body, which made Yuwen Changsheng a little indescribably excited.

There is a unique atmosphere in the room, as if it is filled with the smell of youth hormones.

"Ling'er."

Yuwen Changsheng couldn't help it, and he gently grabbed Yuwen Ling'er's hand.

Yuwen Ling'er glanced up at him, smiled slightly, and did not speak.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the two young hearts were entangled with each other, as if a tacit bond had been formed between them.

Yuwen Changsheng looked at Yuwen Ling'er intently, and suddenly found that a wooden hairpin on Yuwen Ling'er's head was very familiar.

"Ling'er, who is your hairpin?"

"Brother Changsheng, have you forgotten? This is the first gift you've given me. ”

Yuwen Ling'er smiled.

"My gift..."

Since Yuwen Changsheng and Yuwen Ling'er first met, Yuwen Changsheng has never returned to the clan.

But for some reason, Yuwen Ling'er was quite concerned about the person in front of her who was defeated by Yuwen Mountain's hands at that time, and finally got the approval of the current patriarch Yu Wenling, and freely went to Yuwen Changsheng's house in the name of peer exchanges within the clan and cultivation outside the town.

Since Yuwen Changsheng's father, Yuwen Tuo, was expelled from the clan, Yuwen Tuo and his wife have lived in a small mountain courtyard outside Yunxuan Town.

Yuwen Changsheng's parents were also very happy with this lively and intelligent girl, and whenever Yuwen Ling'er came to Yuwen Changsheng's house under the escort of several guards, they would give them a warm welcome.

Over time, the relationship between Yuwen Changsheng and Yuwen Ling'er has long surpassed the friendship between peers in the ordinary clan.

Yuwen Changsheng was born unable to cultivate mana, so Yuwen Ling'er accompanied Yuwen Changsheng to practice the method of delineating the mantra.

Although in terms of mana cultivation, Yuwen Ling'er has better cultivation conditions than Yuwen Changsheng, but in terms of the cultivation of mantras, Yuwen Ling'er is not as good as Yuwen Changsheng's comprehension.

Therefore, whenever Yuwen Changsheng showed his newly learned mantra in front of Yuwen Ling'er, Yuwen Ling'er would clap his hands and jump happily on the side.

Although Yuwen Changsheng often makes all kinds of jokes due to the failure of his truth, the relationship between the two has become closer than before.

One day, when Yuwen Changsheng cast a mantra talisman and summoned a soul power finger knife attached to his finger, he suddenly climbed to a tree on a whim, cut the next branch, and then began to cut it.

At the beginning, Yuwen Ling'er didn't know about Yuwen Changsheng's move, so when he asked Yuwen Changsheng, he just smiled and didn't respond.

When Yuwen Changsheng completed all the cutting steps, a slightly immature and rough hairpin with knife work had appeared in Yuwen Changsheng's hand.

Yuwen Ling'er watched Yuwen Changsheng put the hairpin in his hand on for herself, and suddenly there was an unprecedented beat in her heart, looking at Yuwen Changsheng's face, as if there had been a slight change.

"This hairpin is so rough, it was still young and ignorant at the time, how can this hairpin be worthy of the identity of the eldest lady of your clan now, take it off quickly."

Yuwen Changsheng looked at his former masterpiece, and even felt embarrassed to himself.

"I don't care, I just like it."

Yuwen Ling'er pursed her lips and looked mischievous.

Looking at Yuwen Ling'er's appearance, Yuwen Changsheng couldn't help but gently pinch her face, and then suddenly seemed to remember something, and there was a hesitation on her face.

"What's the matter, Brother Changsheng?"

Yuwen Ling'er, who was meticulous, quickly noticed the change in Yuwen Changsheng's mood.

"I said Ling'er, you... What level of mana cultivation have you reached now? ”

Hearing this, Yuwen Ling'er could hear from Yuwen Changsheng's tone that this seemingly simple question had pressure that ordinary people could not understand.

"Brother Changsheng, my current mana cultivation is already at the peak of the Spirit Realm."

"Is it the peak of the Spiritual Realm?"

Mana cultivation, since the full opening of the twelve canons, can break through to the next realm of forging spirit realm.

There are three levels of the Forging Spirit Realm, which are the initial stage, the middle stage, and the peak stage.

Breaking through the peak of the Forging Spirit Realm is the opening of the Spirit Realm.

Like the Forging Spirit Realm, the Spiritual Forging Realm also has three levels: the beginning stage, the middle stage, and the peak.

For the current Yuwen Immortal, Yuwen Ling'er's cultivation at the peak of the Spirit Realm is simply an unattainable existence.

"From the coercion of the magic power you released tonight, I know that Ling'er, your realm cultivation is definitely not low."

Yuwen Changsheng secretly smiled bitterly.

"Brother Changsheng, don't put too much pressure on yourself, aren't you majoring in mantra now? At least within the Yuwen clan, as far as I know, no one can stand out from you. ”

Yuwen Ling'er's pair of jade hands gently wrapped around Yuwen Changsheng's neck, her body was close to her back, her head was slightly sideways, and she leaned on Yuwen Changsheng's shoulder.

"Ling'er, although this request is a bit strange, can you show me your spell pattern?"

"My spell mark?"

Yuwen Ling'er was stunned for a moment.

For a person who cultivates mana, when he completely opens the Twelve Canons and breaks through to the Forging Spirit Realm, a unique pattern will appear at a specific location on his body when he invokes his mana.

The pattern is called a spell pattern.

The more complex the composition of the spell, the higher the person's talent.

"Yes, haven't you already opened the Spirit Realm, then there must have been a spell pattern."

Hearing this, a touch of pink filled Yuwen Linger's cheeks.

"Brother Changsheng, this..."Yuwen Ling'er stopped talking again.

Seeing that Yuwen Ling'er seemed to be embarrassed, Yuwen Changsheng hurriedly waved his hand: "I'm not forcing you to show me, it's okay if I don't look at it, I'm sorry Ling'er, I shouldn't make such a nonsensical request to embarrass you." ”

Yuwen Changsheng paused for a moment and continued: "Ling'er, you also know my situation, it is very likely that there will be no spell in my life, all along, watching others are cultivating mana, I always feel that there is a thorn in my heart that cannot be removed. ”

"Although I am now practicing the mantra, with the soul power contained in my soul consciousness alone, tonight's battle is almost unbearable."

"So, I've always had a wish to see the spell patterns of the best among my peers and satisfy my regrets."

While Yuwen Changsheng was talking, he didn't notice that Yuwen Ling'er at this time had already let go of the pair of jade hands that were around his neck just now, sat deep in the bed, gently picked up the quilt, and covered his body.

"Huh? What's wrong Ling'er? ”

Discovering Yuwen Ling'er's actions, Yuwen Changsheng was puzzled for a while.

"Brother Changsheng, didn't you just say you wanted to see my spell pattern?"

Yuwen Ling'er turned her head, did not look directly at Yuwen Changsheng, and clutched the quilt tightly with both hands.

"And what are you?" Yuwen Changsheng frowned slightly.

Yuwen Ling'er's cheeks were flushed even more at this moment than just now.

I saw Yuwen Ling'er fiddling with a jade hand under the quilt for a while, and then a jade leg like mutton fat white jade stretched out of the quilt.

Seeing this, Yuwen Changsheng hurriedly turned around: "Ling'er, what are you doing here?" ”

Yuwen Ling'er didn't respond to Yuwen Changsheng's question, only to see that after Yuwen Changsheng turned around, Yuwen Ling'er called the internal exercises, and a burst of mana power spread, and on Yuwen Ling'er's thigh, a slightly complicated pattern appeared.

"Brother Changsheng, this is my spell pattern." Yuwen Ling'er whispered softly, almost difficult to hear if she didn't listen carefully.

Hearing Yuwen Ling'er's words, Yuwen Changsheng hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around, and under the faint candlelight, on Yuwen Ling'er's jade legs, a spell like an antelope hanging horns, and like a volley in the air, was reflected in Yuwen Changsheng's eyes.

"Is this your spell pattern Ling'er, so beautiful." Yuwen Changsheng was deeply attracted by the intricate spell pattern, and unconsciously leaned towards it.

The black spell lines are a stark contrast to the white jade-like skin.

The room is quiet and private.

Yuwen Changsheng's fingers gently swiped back and forth on the spell pattern, as if stroking a handful of delicate silk, and between the fingers and the spell pattern, a strange fluctuation came from the finger head to Yuwen Changsheng.

It was a mana fluctuation that only cultivators had, and it was also a wish that Yuwen Changsheng had been praying silently for but could not fulfill.

At this moment, Yuwen Ling'er seemed to feel an electric current spread from Yuwen Changsheng's fingertips all over her body, making her almost unable to control her breathing.

She bit her lip lightly, not avoiding Yuwen Changsheng's fingertips.

Her heart was beating wildly like a rabbit being chased, as if it would jump out of her chest at any moment.

She longed, but feared that the strange feeling would bring her unbearable consequences.

Suddenly, there was a slight knock outside the door, breaking the silence in the room.

Yuwen Changsheng instantly woke up from his addiction, stopped his movements, and quickly withdrew his fingertips, forcibly suppressing his emotions.

At the same time, Yuwen Ling'er put away her jade legs, and she didn't know what to sort out under the quilt, and after a while, she lifted the quilt, got up and stood up, sorting out her emotions.

"Who is it?" Yuwen Ling'er said softly.

"Miss Yu, just now there were guards nearby who felt the spread of magic power, and I came to inquire about the situation after I learned about it."

"Is it Ling'er's personal guard?" Yuwen Changsheng muttered to himself in his heart.

"That mana fluctuation is transmitted by me, it's just a daily ordinary cultivation exchange, no need to be nervous, and there is no need to pass the word to my father." Yuwen Ling'er responded lightly.

Outside the door, several guards heard this, and they all looked at each other: "Have a mana cultivation exchange with that guy who separates the family?" ”

Although there were doubts, no one dared to question Yuwen Ling'er's words at this time, and the guard said: "Miss, it's getting late, please go back to the room to rest as soon as possible, so as not to worry the patriarch." ”

Hearing this, Yuwen Ling'er hesitated slightly.

"Ling'er, you go back to the room to rest first, otherwise the rest is not good, something goes wrong, I'm afraid that some people in the clan will give me a hat again."

Yuwen Changsheng stroked Yuwen Ling'er's soft hair.

"Elder brother." Yuwen Ling'er was a little reluctant.

"I still have some to finish tomorrow in advance, you can rest now, and I'll come back to you tomorrow, okay?"

Yuwen Changsheng's lips rested lightly on Yuwen Ling'er's forehead.

"Brother Changsheng, we'll see you tomorrow."

Yuwen Ling'er hugged Yuwen Changsheng tightly, and then jumped up and left happily.

After Yuwen Ling'er walked away, Yuwen Changsheng closed the door, pressed his hands on the door, and lowered his head and panted.

"Damn, I didn't expect this girl to be so tempting, if it's delayed, the consequences will be really unimaginable."