After Zhou Yan returned and left, Nanzhi boiled hot water for himself, closed the door and took a good bath.

Slowly washing away the bloody scab around his shoulder, he saw that the black demonic aura of the wound had faded a little.

She re-wrapped the clean strips of cloth, put on her underwear, and put some of her own things into her own meson bag to ensure that she could leave the sect at any time before she regained her heart and began to meditate and cultivate.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky had dimmed.

She went to the dining hall, dealt with a few mouthfuls at random, and then went back to her yard.

She thought that she had encountered so many things recently, and when she could sleep well at night, she began to dream again.

In the dream, she saw Zhou Yanhui fall off the stage covered in blood, and the red blood stained the red placket of his clothes, stinging Nanzhi's eyes.

She saw her face change dramatically and ran over.

Running and running, she saw Zhou Yanhui, who was standing up, being hit the ground by a big knife again, he looked at Nanzhi and said, "Run." ”

Then, with your eyes open, you can't close them anymore.

Tears slid down her face, and she was so cold that she opened her eyes.

Looking at the miserable white moonlight outside the window, Nanzhi was stunned for a long time.

Yes.

That was four months later.

The ten-year Xianmen Dabi is presided over by the Tianxuan Sect, the first sect in the world.

At that time, the upper five gates, the lower seven gates, and many immortal sects that do not enter the stream will send disciples to participate in the preaching.

In that Xianmen competition, Zhou Yanhui met a disciple of the lower seven sects when he was competing for the top ten.

That disciple's exercises are strange and weird, and his shots are ruthless, which is simply unguardable, Zhou Yanhui was finally broken bones, and his blood flowed backwards, if he was not cured, his life would not be guaranteed.

At that time, Nanzhi missed the Xianmen Dabi because of the punishment, and in order to cheer Zhou Yanhui back, she also sneaked out of the precept hall, but who knew that as soon as she came out, she saw him fall off the stage covered in blood.

In that big competition, he was seriously injured and could not enter the secret realm trial after that, and wasted the opportunity to obtain the immortal grass spirit weapon, so that he was far away from those immortal sect Chu Qiao.

This night, Nanzhi thought about it for a long time.

Because of their injuries, the disciples who went out for trials had a seven-day rest period, and they did not need to attend morning classes and cultivate.

Nanzhi didn't run around, locked herself in her room and practiced day and night, on the third day, Zhou Yan came back to see her, she looked at the young man standing in the early summer sun with a bouquet of blooming camellia flowers pushing the door and coming, she squinted her eyes and suddenly asked, "After April, if you know that you will be seriously injured and miss the opportunity to enter the secret realm, will you still participate?" ”

Zhou Yanhui inserted the camellia in his hand into the bottle, and said without thinking: "It's not that I don't know the first disciples of the upper five sects and the lower seven sects, although some of them are better than me, but I don't know how to admit defeat if I can't beat them, besides, who dares to let me be seriously injured?" ”

"What if the sword has no eyes?" Nanzhi pinched his palm.

Zhou Yan snorted and laughed, bent down and poked Nanzhi's head, "Do you think I can say I won't participate?" If I don't get a ranking, my father will definitely discipline me strictly, and then there will be no free life! ”

So it was impossible not to participate, Zhou Yanhui was the only son of Elder Lingxu after all.

Nanzhi nodded, and no longer persuaded him.

The thoughts of the previous life before his death came to mind: may he wish and think what he wants.

No matter how much she wanted to leave, it was second to Zhou Yanhui's safety.

Moreover, she is injured now, and her cultivation is too low, once she goes out without the protection of Tianxuanzong, she simply does not have enough ability to protect herself in the face of a crisis.

In the past four months, she must find ways to improve her cultivation, and then cut off the disciple of the lower seven sects in advance during the Xianmen competition, so that Zhou Yanhui can enter the top ten smoothly, and if she is lucky enough to enter the secret realm to cultivate and obtain the treasure of heaven and earth, she will have the strength to protect herself when she leaves, so it will kill two birds with one stone.

It's just that...... It has been eight years since she entered the early stage of foundation building and she has not broken through the middle stage, what can she do to reach the Jindan stage in a short period of time?

As soon as Zhou Yan returned to the front foot, someone knocked on the door again.

When he opened the door, Nanzhi saw that it was the third senior brother Cen Zijin.

The last time I went out to practice, the third senior brother went down the mountain to visit relatives, and I guess I only came back in the past few days.

"Little junior sister, what are you doing locking yourself in the yard all day? I didn't see you go out...... Huh" Cen Zijin stared at Nanzhi and asked with a concerned face, "Why is your face not very good, I heard that you are injured, is it that the wound has not recovered yet." ”

Nanzhi shook his head, "I'm fine, senior brother, are you looking for me?" ”

At this time, although many things from the previous life had not happened, the memory was still there, and Namggyi could no longer get close to them.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk more, Cen Zijin touched her head, "Oh, no, no, I just saw that you haven't come out for a few days, so I'm here to see you." ”

"Thank you, brother, for your concern."

Her faint tone and calm expression were very different from the way she always loved to smile before, and Cen Zi asked puzzledly, "Little junior sister, has something happened to you recently?" You can tell it, and Senior Brother will definitely help you. ”

Cen Zijin had a baby face, and he looked very sincere when he was worried and worried.

"No, it's just that you encountered a little difficulty while cultivating, you don't have to worry that I can handle it myself." Nan Zhi smiled slightly, "Senior brother, if it's okay, I'll go to cultivate first." ”

"Oh...... Okay, okay, then I won't bother you. Cen Zijin turned around and took two steps and suddenly remembered. After the disciples go out to practice, they usually have to go to their respective masters to tell them about their experiences and experiences, and when he turned around and was about to remind, he saw that Nanzhi had closed the door.

After thinking about it, I felt that there was no need to say much, after all, Senior Sister Nanzhi had to go to Chunshan almost every day to smoke and go around, unlike if they could not go, after all, Shizun's face was really frozen.

Two days later, Cen Zijin faintly felt that he had broken through the early stage of Jindan, and he woke up from meditation and immediately went to find Jun Wudu.

As soon as you reach the top of the mountain, you can see the perennial undefeated brocade leaves and evening green, layered like clouds and mist, and the petals fall all over the eyes in the breeze.

Such a beautiful scenery and the name of the main hall, Chunshan Smoke, complement each other, which is very wonderful!

Therefore, it was rated as the Immortal Mountain Temple by Qi Qi, the younger brother of Tianxuanzong.

Before he stepped down the corridor, he straightened his clothes, cast a dust cleansing spell on himself, and then raised his leg to look at the soles of his feet to make sure that there was no dirt, and then stepped on.

It's no wonder that he cares so much, but the master loves to be clean to the point of being almost clean, but if the mud on the soles of his feet is left in the hall, he will definitely be punished for cleaning Xianfeng.

It's just good to clean the smoke of Chunshan, but you can know that the whole Qianxian Peak, the palace is gloomy, there are dozens of houses, and there are no seven days and seven nights that can't be cleaned.

When he came to the side hall, he saw Jun Wudu, who was dressed in a snow coat and wide sleeves, practicing swords in the courtyard.

The snow clothes are flying, and the wide sleeves are dancing, making people feel as if they have seen a painting of ink and blue dancing with a sword.

It's a pity that soon, Jun Wudu put away the sword and looked at him with a pair of phoenix eyes.

Cen Zijin's face was solemn, and he immediately saluted and said, "Master, the disciple feels that he is about to break through the middle stage. ”

"Not bad." Jun Wudu nodded and walked towards the house, "Don't forget not to help is the fire, wash your heart and cleanse your worries for bathing, and keep your mind and rest for solid help, do you know what this god rests about?" (Note 1)

Cen Zijin immediately replied respectfully: "The heart is calm, the breath is harmonious, this is the fixed breath." Guji is the spirit, the breath of breath, and the aura are all integrated. ”

Jun Wudu nodded, "The precept is set for the three essentials, the precepts, the determination, and the enlightenment of the three are connected to the cycle, and those who can hold the precepts have a stable heart, and their words and deeds are naturally correct, and their conscience is not ashamed, so that the Dao heart is stable, and so on and so on, they will get the Great Dao Langlang." Those who cultivate the truth are cultivating the Tao with their hearts, and they must not keep it with their hearts, and they cannot seek it unintentionally, so they often have no desire to observe its wonders, and they often have desires to observe its subtleties. ”

Jun Wudu's voice was sloppy, like a jade knock, not slow but like an initiation, Cen Zijin stood in place for a long time, and after a long time, he seemed to wake up from a dream, hurriedly saluted and turned around and ran.

After running two steps and hearing a soft cough behind him, he immediately slowed down and disappeared around the corner of the cloister.

Jun Wudu sat at the table, tucked his sleeves and raised his hand to lift the teapot, and his hand was very light, only then did he remember that there was no water in the pot.

Since the disciples went out to practice, Jun Wudu also closed up.

It's just that in the past, after he came out of retreat, Nanzhi would come to Chunshan every day to collect smoke, make tea in advance, and set up pastries.

And she hasn't been here once since she came back from the experience?

A few days later, when Xiao Lenghan's injury was well and came to Chunshan to collect the smoke, Jun Wudu was leaning on the soft collapse and looking down at the scroll.

After telling him about his experience and gains, he saw that Jun Wudu had no intention of reproaching, so he was ready to bend down and retreat.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he heard Jun Wudu ask, "What are Nanzhi doing these days?" ”

Xiao Lenghan was stunned for a moment before saying, "I heard that the third senior brother said that she was cultivating behind closed doors, and she has rarely been seen coming out in recent days. ”

Thinking of Nanzhi's abnormality these days, Jun Wudu didn't speak, and waved him back.

Jun Wudu didn't care too much about this matter, anyway, according to Nanzhi's temperament, he would come to the main hall every day in a few days, and he would find some excuses like before, which made people have a headache.