Yang Wenmeng hugged Xiaotian tightly, tears streaming down his face, and he was very anxious.

"Childe, Childe, you must not have anything to do, Childe. ”

"Childe, don't practice anymore, don't force yourself anymore. ”

"Childe, don't you close your eyes, don't you sleep, you see if I'm okay. ”

"Childe... Xiaotian, you just need to be Xiaotian, you don't have to be an immortal, you don't have to maintain your image, you just do my Xiaotian, okay. ”

......

Yang Wenmeng kept calling Xiao Tian, and Xiao Tian felt a sense of purity that penetrated his body and mind from Yang Wenmeng's body. The irritable heart slowly calmed down, the original depressed and uncomfortable feelings disappeared without a trace, and all kinds of abnormal phenomena in the body automatically disappeared, and everything seemed to return to normal.

It's just that this painful process just now seems to have caused Xiao Tian to suffer a lot of injuries, Xiao Tian feels soft all over his body, no strength at all, but it seems that his whole body is in pain, and he can't feel spiritual power in his body, and his meridians are not smooth.

However, he still cheered up and gently patted Yang Wenmeng's back with his hand.

"Wen Meng, I seem to be fine, thank you"

"Childe!" Yang Wenmeng was slightly separated from Xiao Tian, but his hands were still holding his arms, observing Xiao Tian carefully, and found that his complexion was indeed much better, so he was relieved. "Great, really, really, great. ”

"Didn't you call me Xiaotian just now, why did you call Gongzi again?" Xiaotian didn't know where he got the strength, and laughed with Yang Wenmeng.

"Ahh Yang Wenmeng noticed that he was holding Xiao Tian, and immediately lowered his head, blushing, and wanted to push Xiao Tian away.

"Hey, wait, don't move. I seem to have been injured just now, so you can help me to the bed and lie down. Xiao Tian was still in too much pain, so he hurriedly spoke up to stop her movements.

When Yang Wenmeng heard this, he hurriedly helped him to the bed, moving quickly but cautiously, for fear of worsening Xiaotian's injury.

Next, Xiao Tian lay down for six or seven days in a row, during which Yang Wenmeng was always taking care of him.

Xiaotian felt that the injury was better, and his body was no longer painful, so he got out of bed and walked around. But he didn't practice anymore, just asked Yang Wenmeng to accompany him to walk around the nearby streets.

Seeing that Xiaotian had recovered, Yang Wenmeng finally smiled after a long absence. These days, she accompanies Xiaotian all day long, and before Xiaotian can get out of bed, she doesn't even go home, she takes care of him in Xiaotian's room, and just goes to Huayuelou every day to get food.

Shopkeeper Yang didn't say anything about this, and let Yang Wenmeng accompany Xiao Tian, and after Xiao Tian got out of bed, he also let Yang Wenmeng accompany him all day long.

Xiaotian has taken Yang Wenmeng to many stores these days, especially rouge shops and jewelry stores that he has never been to before. Although the disciples of the Yuanxu Sect do not need to spend money in these stores, they all have a certain upper limit of consumption. After all, even if you order ten to nine for dinner, the amount of money you can consume is limited, but if you take unlimited jewelry, who will be polite, and you can go to the black market to buy spirit stones after reselling it for silver.

However, since Xiaotian has never been here, it is no problem to buy some rouge gouache, bead hairpin bracelets or something for Yang Wenmeng. The shopkeepers of these shops didn't ask much about it, and it was quite common for the disciples who lived here to buy jewelry for mortal women, but it was the first time that such a young child had come to see them.

The shopkeepers of some shops often cast jealous glances at Yang Wenmeng after hearing about Xiaotian's cultivation, especially those who have unmarried daughters. These mortals don't care what the spiritual root qualifications are, they only know that most of the monks they can come into contact with can reach the sixth layer of the qi cultivation period in their lifetime, and since Xiao Tian has practiced the third layer of qi at a young age, he has a great future in the future.

After half a month, Master Xiao Jingnan finally came back. Xiao Jingnan didn't let Yang Wenmeng avoid it, so he checked it out in the small heavenly room. After seeing Xiao Tian's situation, he shook his head and said:

"Your injury is caused by the demons in your heart, you didn't listen to the teacher's advice, forcibly swallowed the pills, and practiced excessively, so that the obsession was too deep, and the demons entered the body. Thanks to this Miss Yang, she pulls you back through external connections. But your vitality is also greatly damaged, and your meridians are damaged. Do you know that this seedling is growing, and how can any seedling survive? ”

"Yes, the apprentice knew that he was wrong, and the apprentice did not listen to the master, which disappointed the master. Xiao Tian knew that he was doing it himself, so he just tried to admit his mistake to the master.

"Master Wei originally found some pills for you this time, but now he can't give them to you. You've been overmedicated, and now you shouldn't even take healing medicine. Moreover, your exercise has reached a bottleneck, and you must have experience in refining weapons to break through this exercise. During this time, you will continue to recuperate until the end of the three-year cultivation period, and you will not practice again. Xiao Jingnan rarely ordered Xiao Tiandao in a stern tone.

"Yes, the apprentice obeys the master's orders. "What else can Xiao Tian answer besides saying yes.

"Remember, even if you are injured and you can't cultivate anymore for this time. Xiao Jingnan was still not very relieved and said again.

"Yes, the apprentice will never cultivate again during this time. Xiao Tian also replied again.

Xiao Jingnan couldn't stay at home for a few days before, but this time he stayed at home for half a month, coming to check Xiaotian's injuries every day and using spells to help Xiaotian heal. When Xiaotian was completely healed, he told him again and went out to travel.

After Xiao Tian recovered from his injury, he also obeyed his master's orders and did not practice again, but he was not idle, and borrowed some books related to pills from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to study every day, he didn't want to have any problems with taking medicine anymore. He also took care of the medicinal herbs in Xiao Jingnan's courtyard, and when he didn't understand it, he ran to the disciples of the Herb Garden in the faction to ask, and he also read a lot of related books.

He had his own plans, and his previous attempts made him understand that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change the predicament of cultivation, so it was better to set up another method and take a different path.

The path he came up with was to be proficient in refining weapons and pills, these things are necessary for immortal cultivators, as long as he is successful in these two aspects, he will be able to get ahead in the future, and earn a lot of spirit stones.

Moreover, learning refining tools and pills will not be like cultivation, there are bottlenecks that are difficult to break through, and there are restrictions on spiritual root qualifications. Xiaotian's brain is not stupid, but it is better to say that he is very smart, as long as he works hard, he will definitely be able to learn these two well.

So Xiao Tian took care of the herbs in the morning, studied books in the afternoon, and sometimes looked around for advice. It's really embarrassing, he used to just study at home all day long, and when he came to the Yuanxu faction, he also practiced every day, and he didn't like to deal with people at all, but now he has to ask others for advice, and there are not many people who are willing to explain to him.

Yang Wenmeng was a little worried when she saw Xiao Tian like this, and finally one day she decided to have a good talk with Xiao Tian.