"Nan Jia Xin'er, what about the ice flower that I gave you, has it melted away?"

"No, I put the ice flower in an ice crystal bottle, the temperature of the ice crystal bottle is very low, it will not melt. ”

Speaking of ice flowers, Nan Jia couldn't help but think of the scene when Murong Yu sent flowers that day, and finally came back to her senses.

"That's good, I'll go back if it's okay. ”

"I'll stop by with you, let's go back together. ”

"Oh well. ”

Murong Yu and Nan Jia Xin'er's homes are indeed on the same street, that is, the famous Tiandu Street. As a result, Nanjia Xin'er's home was closer, so Murong Yu said goodbye to Xin'er at the door of Duke Nanjia's mansion. Along the way, Nan Jia'er gradually became active, asking Murong Yu questions and asking about Murong Yu's bits and pieces in the south.

Murong Yu has been very closed to himself since he fell out of love, but he still has questions to answer for this gentle and lovely beauty, but when he mentions Zhiling, he seems a little lost. The sensible Nan Jia Xin'er did not continue to ask, which made Murong Yu feel a lot better.

"Murong Yu, zaijian!"

“baibai！”

Murong Yu said goodbye very simply, for fear that this girl would have a few more words about whether she had a girlfriend or not. In fact, Nan Jia Xin'er was in the second and first class of the Demon Martial Arts Academy, not far from Murong Yu's classroom, but Murong Yu had just arrived and was not very familiar with the environment of the academy.

......

"Xin'er, you're looking at your ice flowers again. ”

"Mom, why are you here?"

A plump and beautiful young woman saw the ice crystal bottle in Nanjia Xin'er's hand from a distance, and said that this ice crystal bottle was still the dowry she gave when she married Xin'er's husband. Xin'er's grandfather is the Duke of Nanjia, and there are only two dukes in the entire Tianyan Empire, as the son of the Duke of Nanjia, of course, it is the title of the marquis, and the one who marries the marquis, of course, is the marquise.

In fact, the Marquise is already in her forties, but because she is beautiful and well-maintained, she looks extraordinarily young, and she feels like she is in her thirties. The Marquise gave birth to two children, the eldest son was twenty-three years old, but this little daughter was only thirteen years old, so she naturally loved her very much, and the Duke of Nanjia also loved this little granddaughter very much. Seeing her mother coming, Nan Jia Xin'er hurriedly put down the ice crystal bottle and threw herself into her mother's arms like a whirlwind.

"Why don't you tell your mother, who gave this ice flower?"

"Mom, you're here again, and I told you that it was sent by a classmate. ”

"Classmates, you have so many classmates, how do I know which one it is?"

"Anyway, you just know that it was sent by a classmate. ”

"It's still a secret from my mother, what a little ghost, forget it, my mother won't ask you. ”

"I knew my mom was the best. ”

Seeing that her mother didn't continue to ask, Nan Jia Xin'er let go of her mother, pulled her mother to sit down, and gently pinched her mother's back. The Marquise took Xin'er's hand and put it on her shoulder, patted it gently, and laughed.

"Xin'er, don't say it, this Xiaoice flower is not something that ordinary magicians can condense. ”

"I'm not an ice mage, how can I know? Isn't this ice flower something that all ice mages can condense?"

"Of course not, as far as I know, if you want to condense into this ice flower, at least you have the ability to do so, or a king-level ice magician. ”

"Won't it?"

"Of course it's true, my mother is an ice magician, although she is only level eight, but she still understands the most basic, even with your grandfather's emperor-level strength, it is estimated that it will take a few minutes. ”

"What?

Nan Jia Xin'er was directly petrified, a few minutes, but Murong Yu was just condensed by hand. Could it be that at the age of fourteen, he had already entered the holy level? Impossible, according to his own observation, Murong Yu was at most a seventh- or eighth-level magician.

"yes, what's wrong? ”

Although the Marquise turned her back to her daughter, she still felt the change in her daughter from her hands and tone.

But it only took him a few seconds to coalesce. ”

Nan Jia was stunned and casually said the doubts in her heart, her eyes were confused, and she couldn't figure out how Murong Yu did it.

"A few seconds, Xin'er, he can't lie to you, right? ”

The Marquise was also surprised, but immediately reacted that it must be that kid who lied to her heart, so she was so happy.

Nan Jia Xin'er walked around from behind her mother, squatted in front of her mother, looked up at her mother, and said very seriously: "Mom, I watched him condense with my own eyes. ”

"Impossible, impossible!"

"Mom, I really saw it with my own eyes. ”

"Your classmates are only fourteen or fifteen years old, how is it possible?"

"Mom, what I said is true, next time I will bring him to show you in person. ”

"I can't believe that there is such a genius in your class. ”

The Marquise finally believed her daughter's words and sighed deeply, feeling sad that she was not as good as a little guy in her years of cultivation, and she was also rejoicing in her heart's genius classmate. However, the Marquise did see this in her daughter's eyes, and her heart would not lie to her.

"What's his name?"

"Mom, you're here again. ”

"What? The genius didn't tell his mother, and he still hid it. ”

"No, it's just ....... ”

"It's just what? It's my family who likes people, and I'm embarrassed to say it. ”

"No, he seems to already have a girlfriend. ”

"Have a girlfriend? Is it more beautiful than my heart, and cute with my heart?"

The Marquise Hahadaxiao got up, looked at the embarrassment of her precious daughter, and was happy in her heart. For mothers in the world, who doesn't say that their daughters are beautiful and their daughters are cute?

"Mom, I'm ignoring you. ”

Nan Jia shook her mother's arm vigorously, pouted and twisted her face to the side, blushing in shame.

"Okay, okay, mom won't tease you anymore, I'll have time to show mom. ”

"But will he come?"

"Xin'er, you are so coquettish, you should be able to. ”

The Marquise looked sideways at the little hand holding her arm, and blinked her eyes strangely, as if to say, as long as you go coquettish in front of him, it is not a piece of cake.

"Mom, I'm ignoring you. ”

Nan Jia Xin'er couldn't stand her mother's teasing any longer, blushed, grabbed the ice crystal bottle on the stone table, and ran out of the garden with a puff of smoke, towards her boudoir, leaving only a series of laughter from the Marquise.

......

Murong Yu has been busy recruiting talents and consolidating the strength of the Yuling Academy these days in addition to cultivating. Under Murong Yu's careful care, the Yuling Courtyard finally began to take shape, and the long-abandoned Earl's Mansion was full of vitality.

Murong Yu's father, Murong Yan, is Prince Yan, Murong Yu has had the title of earl since he was born, plus he is the eldest son of Prince Yan, so it is logical to inherit his father's title in the future.

The titles of the empire are divided into dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts, and barons, and only members of the royal family can be crowned kings. For example, Nan Jia Xin'er's grandfather is a duke, and the average baron can have his own guardian knights, the number of people is less than two hundred, the viscount is within four hundred, and the earl is within one thousand, and the marquis and duke generally do not make regulations, as long as you have enough money to support, tens of thousands of people can also do it.

Murong Yu looked at his new home, Yuling Courtyard, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart, thinking that Zhiling left without looking back, Murong Yu felt distressed. Lying in the back garden of the Yuling Courtyard, Murong Yu looked at the interesting stories left by loneliness idly, but after several serious searches, he still didn't find any clues about the 100,000-jin boulder.

Looking at the big stone in front of him, Murong Yu was very depressed, could he buy five million gold coins to decorate the back garden? However, the top of this stone is really smooth and spacious, and it is not bad to sit here and watch the sunrise. Murong Yu turned over the boulder, took the book and lay on the stone and continued to read.

If you want to sleep, you must not count from one to a hundred, nor babble a few sheep in your mouth, but take one of the most tedious books. As long as you read three pages, you will definitely fall asleep, Murong Yu accurately fell asleep after reading two pages.

"Master, wake up. ”

Murong Yu only felt that someone was calling him, and he wanted to open his eyes hard, but he couldn't wake up. Murong Yu's mind was very clear, and he understood that he should be in a dream.

"Who are you?"

"Master, it's me, Jin Shi. ”

"Jinshi, who are you?"

"Master, I am the black boulder. ”

"You're the boulder?

"Master, listen to me, my name is Jinshi, it is the master's guardian spirit stone, it fell with the master many years ago, and it was only recently that I sensed the master's soul breath, but my soul was very injured and could not fully wake up. ”

"Fall with me, how can I not remember?"

"That's because the owner hasn't fully recovered. ”

"So how can I recover?"

"As long as the master keeps improving his soul power, I believe that one day you will remember. ”

Jin Shi's tone of voice became lower and lower, and it seemed that it was very consumed, and his shadow slowly faded.

"Don't you go, tell me how I can get you back?"

Watching Jin Shi slowly fade, Murong Yu didn't want to cut off the clue, knowing that it must be Jin Shi's soul that was too seriously injured to continue talking.

"I need ...... Master...... of soul power...... to nourish me...... of the soul. ”

"Then how do you nourish it? Jinshi, you make it clear, Jinshi ....... ”

But Jin Shi's shadow had disappeared, and Murong Yu roared angrily, but he couldn't hear a word of the words in Jin Shi's mouth until Jin Shi disappeared without a trace.