The journey back to Los Angeles is a bit long, and the bumps along the way can always make people drowsy, even for cultivators.

It's not that the physical condition of practitioners is not able to withstand this simple exertion like ordinary people, but it is an instinctive reaction to follow the trend in such an environment.

Therefore, Yue Sui Yuan leaned on the corner of the carriage and seemed to be cultivating, but in fact he slept very soundly.

Although the carriage is closed, the autumn wind will always come in through the gaps, and then show his cold side inside, Yue Wandering got up with difficulty, took out a velvet blanket and draped it on Yue Suiyuan's body, and then sat down with difficulty, looking straight ahead, looking at Ning Shu.

"How did you kill it?"

Ning Shu was a little tired, but he couldn't sleep, because his consciousness had been out of it for too long, and he needed a period of mental adaptation, when he heard Yue Wandering ask him how to fight back, he thought for a while and replied, "Use a sword." ”

Yue wandered and looked at the long sword on Ning Shu's waist, and he didn't see anything unique for a long time, but killing the enemy with a sword also depends on who the person using the sword is. After a moment of silence, he looked away from the long sword and said, "The secret of the treasure you are carrying has been leaked. ”

"By whom?" Ning Shu's eyes were tired.

"Pei Nian. Yue Xuan's expression was a little complicated, and he said a name.

Ning Shu's brows furrowed slightly, remembering the illusion he experienced on the carriage when luring himself into the killing game, it was indeed not seen when he faced the tomb ghost later, in his opinion, that illusion was much more sophisticated than the attack method after the tomb ghost, and the means were more subtle, if it was just used to lure himself into the game instead of as a means of nirvana, it would be a bit wasteful.

According to his own inference, he also roughly determined that someone had indeed instructed the tomb ghost to kill him, and he also leaked his own "Zhongtian Ziwei Sword Technique", which made the tomb ghost come here at the risk of being detected by the gods, and the most important reliance was that period of illusion, which successfully made Ning Shu stay away from Los Angeles and come to the remote mountains of the wasteland.

"You can survive this time, but next time you meet a strong person who wants to live or even knows dreams, you can't hover on the edge of life and death every time, and there are not too many hole cards, so you don't have to worry too much in Los Angeles, but if you go out, you must pay more attention. Yue Wandering said with a serious expression: "But it's okay, today's battle, there are many coincidences in it, it won't be too easy to have such an opportunity next time, our Dao Department is not for idle meals." ”

Pei Nian.

Ning Shu stroked the sword and silently recited the name in his heart.

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The city gate of Los Angeles slowly opened, and after passing through the long street that was scattered, it stopped in the backyard of Bailu Guozhen in Shuyuanfang, and a figure got down from the carriage, and bowed to the two heads of one big and one small who poked out of the window.

At this time, the night was dark, and it had been three days since the night left the red pile of snow, and this was still under the premise that the carriage was rushing back to Los Angeles, and Yue Wandering over there in Taifu told Ning Shu that the Daoist Department had come forward to help him ask for seven days of leave, so he didn't have to be too anxious to go back to class, and now he had to return to Bailu Guozhen.

Ning Shu was covered in blood and ragged clothes, and it was absolutely impossible for him to walk in from the main entrance in such a dress, so he chose to climb over the wall, because he had plenty of experience in this area.

The footsteps were heavy, because the whole body was very heavy, under the refining of the "Chengtian Imitation" in his body, although the evil qi of the black spike did not soak into his heart and eyebrows, but the limbs and hundreds of bones were damaged to varying degrees, even if there was Yue wandering Nine Palace Finger to guide the spiritual energy treatment, but after all, there was still a slight deep residue in the body.

And if these evil qi residues are not removed in time, I am afraid that in the later stage of cultivation, it will become a restless factor in the body, if there is a medicinal property of the living pill, it is easy to say, but that rare pill in the world has already helped Xie Ximeng to wipe out all the medicinal properties on that rainy night of the Bear Axe Gang, and now he can only rely on Ning Shu to solve these stubborn diseases.

The boy walked slowly, step by step, to the study with the light not far away.

The night sky is very clear, there are no clouds and mist, and you can clearly see the starry sky, like a little crystal sand scattered on the sand table, which is dotted with a few dazzling pearls, forming a deep and mysterious picture.

Flashing, flashing.

Far away.

Flickering light and dark.

Ning Shu had already been to the legendary Yellow Springs Country, whether it was true or not, whether it was a dream when he was unconscious or a imaginary nothingness on the edge of life and death, but he could vaguely feel the breath of real existence in it.

If the legendary Huangquan Kingdom was real, then the Ancient Heavenly Court, which had disappeared above the Nine Heavens, didn't know if it was okay.

Ning Shu raised his head and looked at the incomparably deep starry sky.

Just as he had looked at the sky many times before, the sky gave him a sense of oppression, as if he was bound by some inexplicable rule.

After stopping and looking at it for a long time, Ning Shu looked away, shook his head, and looked at the lights in the distance, perhaps, only those things that were within reach were the most real existence.

Although it was late at night, the light was still on in one of the two study rooms next to each other by the lake, and it was obvious that it belonged to some strange person who had an unusual living time.

In Bailu Country, those who can not sleep so late and live next door to Ningshu are the only ones with the surname of Nashumu to tell stories.

In the past, whenever Ning Shu saw such a lifestyle that did not conform to the normal schedule and was not conducive to physical health, he would always despise a few words in his heart, but seeing such a scene at this time was like going home late at night and seeing the people at home waiting to go home with the lights bright.

It wasn't his study, though.

Ning Shu didn't come back for a long time, and in the slight click of the lock, he gently pushed open the door, and then closed it gently, and after a while, a faint light lit up in the thin shadow of the curtain.

After all the trivial things were cleaned up, Ning Shu sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, pinched the law with his hands, and under the purple light, bursts of ripples surrounded him.

Practice.

This cultivation is a full three days and three nights.

In the bleak autumn in the north, the creepers in the corners of the walls curl up as if they were withered, and the temperature at night is visibly declining.

At the dawn of the alternation of day and night, a drop of water condensed on the window, and the vicissitudes of life Mr. Teach, wearing a thin robe, pushed open the door and walked out, looked at the closed door next door, showed a smile, turned and walked back into the house.

In the closed house, Ning Shu was wrapped in a purple light cocoon, and beads of sweat flowed down the contours of his cheeks from his sideburns, like a quilt covered in the hot summer.

On the surface of the bare skin, a trace of black air flowed like a small insect, constantly being forced out of the body surface, and then being cut out by the flickering purple light, each wisp of slashing, the cold air between Ning Shu's eyebrows dissipated a point, and in this repetition, the trace of black air on the body surface finally disappeared, leaving only a normal complexion.

Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath, his index finger and middle fingers were put together, turning into a clear light that was the same color as the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly pointed at the position of his heart, and after a few breaths, he slowly lowered his hand, and when he looked again, there was already an extra black spike on his fingertips.

Until this moment, the evil qi that had been entwined in the depths of Ning Shu's body was swept away, and the meaning of silence hidden in the depths of his heart finally disappeared, and he felt that his cold hands and feet began to slowly have a little warmth.

Even Yue Xuan, who knew the dream, underestimated the damage caused by the evil qi brought by the black spike, and seemed to pull out the black spike from Ning Shu's heart with the Nine Palace Fingers, and then washed Ning Shu's body with spiritual energy to achieve the effect of dispelling the evil qi, but there was still a small amount of evil qi hidden in the depths of his blood.

At this time, Ning Shu finally pulled out the thorn that was rooted in his body.

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"Mr. Ning Xiao looks good today, are you going out?" Bailu Guozhen's porter put down the novel in his hand and greeted Ning Shu warmly.

"Yes, go back to Taifu. Ning Shu also responded with a smile.

"Oh yes...... In these days when you are away, a girl often comes to you. The uncle patted his head and reminded Ning Shu that this was important.

No, how could the porter not recognize Miss Jin, there are only a few friends he knows in Los Angeles, who will come to him?

Thinking like this along the way, the carriage drove into the vast mountains outside the city.

Ning Shu took out the silver from his arms and handed it to the coachman, who waved his whip and drove away on horse.

Looking at the tall archway, the standing pillars, the mountains and forests hidden in the clouds, the overlapping eaves, and the green grassland, Ning Shu felt that he had returned to the world again, and the originally beautiful scenery of the Taifu mountains was even more lovely and moving.

Thinking about the blood stained on his body a few days ago, and then looking at the clean and refreshing scholar's clothes he was wearing today, such a contrast made Ning Shu couldn't help but laugh dumbly, while fighting life and death at night, while holding books to class during the day, such a student is afraid that he is the only one in the entire Taifu, and I don't know what kind of mood it will be if those old professors who abide by the etiquette and law know it.

I haven't seen you for a long time, and when I say goodbye, I will miss it very much.

Along the way, there were classmates who greeted each other warmly, occasionally came forward to say a few words, and occasionally were handed a fritter by a classmate, and there was a full joy and enthusiasm between people.

Whether it is winter or summer, or spring and autumn, whether the weather is hot or cold, the enthusiasm of the classmates is like the water vapor in the steamer in the steamed bun shop, which is always hot and surging upward.

But it's not for everyone, at least...... Not all classmates are enthusiastic.