After teaching the children to write a few words, Aunt He called her over in the back room, presumably there was something she needed help with, so she asked Zhu'an to continue to teach them to practice calligraphy, and got up and walked to the back.

"Aunt He?"

Aunt He heard her voice poking her head out of a room, beckoning to Weaving Dreams, and motioning for her to come over.

As soon as Weaving Dream walked into the house, heavy water vapor hit his face, and a set of clean clothes were stuffed in his hands.

Aunt He was still carrying a copper kettle for boiling water in her hand, and patted her on the shoulder lovingly with the other hand.

"I'm definitely tired today, so go take a hot bath and relax. ”

Seeing the properly prepared bath supplies in the house, it was Aunt He who was worried that she was too tired to run around in the wind and sand to save people today, so she boiled hot water for her to take a bath, in the desert with scarce water, only the oasis can have enough water, she thought that she had to go to Wucheng to take a good bath, but she didn't expect Aunt He to take the initiative to take care of it for her, so careful that she was a little nervous, this has long exceeded the gratitude that she should have been rescued, but from the heart of love, weaving dreams quickly thanked.

Aunt He shook her head with a smile, closed the door for her and went out.

Weaving Dream breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to untie the belt.

Weaving Dream returned to the front hall after taking a bath and cleaning the bath barrel, the two children were coaxed to sleep by Aunt He and Uncle He, and Zhu'an was not in the room, the paper on the table for practicing calligraphy was carefully arranged into a pile, and the whole front hall was very quiet.

She walked into the courtyard, and sure enough, she saw Zhu'an sitting in the small courtyard, where he was particularly fond of sitting in the evening lately.

But tonight is a little different, and there is inner breath flowing around Zhu'an.

Weaving Dream didn't go over to disturb his luck, and stood under the eaves by the door and watched quietly for a while.

Suddenly, I felt that Zhu'an seemed to have grown a lot taller, and his shoulders were more solid, just looking at the back, I also felt that my body was becoming more and more slender, and there was a small bench sitting under him, but it was still elegant and calm, as if sitting on a lotus platform.

My brother really looks better and better.

Waiting until the sense of oppression around Zhu'an weakened, Weaving Dream walked towards him lightly, and after taking two steps, his footsteps stopped, Weaving Dream made a joke, his wrist flipped and pinched a trick, and there was fluorescence overflowing from his fingertips, and a few petals fluttered by, flying towards Zhu'an.

The petals fluttered like a butterfly in spring, silently close to Zhu'an's ear, gently brushed like a kiss, and then drifted into the air, leaving no trace.

When Zhu'an turned around, Weaving Dream quickly hid behind the door again, as if he had just been secretly kissed by the evening breeze.

This move is a bit childish, but Weaving Dream thinks it is very interesting, and when Zhu'an turns his head, Weaving Dream walks out from behind the door again, just pinching a trick in his hand, ready to repeat the old trick, but straight into Zhu'an's eyes.

The little flower on the tip of his finger shattered.

It turned out that it had already been discovered.

Weaving Dream didn't hide, walked to him with a smile, bent down slightly, got a little closer, and asked curiously: "I obviously hid it well, brother, how did you find me?"

Fresh from the shower, her hair was heavily damp, and she raised her hand and gently poked her forehead with her fingertips.

"Naughty. ”

Didn't answer her question directly, but gave the answer.

Since it was her, he could definitely feel it.

Zhuan reached out and grabbed a bench from the side, patted the surface of the bench and motioned for her to sit down.

I've been busy today, and many of them haven't come yet

I have time to elaborate.

"Is my brother just healing?

He only meditates on weekdays, but today he is running his internal force, presumably he blocked the sand and rain for her during the day, and suffered internal injuries, she stood and waited for him to finish his luck before coming over.

It's just that when she just stood at the door, Zhu'an had already sensed her aura.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. ”

"Are you really okay? Don't lie to me!"

Weaving Dream tilted his head and looked at him, still a little uneasy, Zhu'an was calm and introverted, to put it bluntly, he was indifferent, even if he was really injured, he didn't care, and he wouldn't take the initiative to say it.

Zhu'an looked back at her seriously, rarely with some banter.

"What's the matter, Ah Meng will help me get my injuries examined?"

He was injured on his back, and he didn't say whether the internal injuries had left traces, and if he had to see it, he could only take off his shirt and expose his back.

Hearing this, Zhimeng's face was flushed, and he hurriedly waved his hand to deny, "No, that's not what it meant......"

The little joke succeeded, and Zhu An laughed, stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, stained with a hand of moisture, and said in an extraordinarily gentle tone, "Okay, I'll laugh with you." Don't worry, I'm fine, it's just a minor injury, and besides, don't forget that I'm a doctor, so I'll just take a look myself. ”

Hearing this, Weaving Dream was a little relieved.

"I'm more worried about you than about my little injury, do you feel any discomfort in your body? Did you cause today's tornado?"

Weaving Dream nodded, and told him about the things in the daytime, she couldn't save so many people, and suddenly thought of trying it with the tenth move of the Phantom Flower Divine Skill, but she didn't expect it to be really done.

However, she was more concerned about what Zhu'an said, and asked strangely, "Why did my brother say that he was more worried about me?"

"I know that your internal strength in practicing the Phantom Flower Divine Skill has always been profound, and the control of your internal breath is even more accurate, and I also guessed that the sudden tornado was related to you, which made me admire, but before dinner, you were overwhelmed by the stone slab cover of the cellar, it is really a little strange, I have probed your internal breath, and the true qi in your body was extremely weak at that time, so I am a little worried about your body. ”

"I was about to tell my brother about this, and I thought it was a little strange at the time, for a moment, I was out of my control when I was supposed to be free, but I didn't have any difficulty in controlling the petals. ”

Juan's hand reached out and put his fingertips on her wrist, scrutinizing her internal breath.

Seeing that he withdrew his hand, Weaving Dream asked the result out loud, "How?"

"Much fuller than in the afternoon, it seems to be still ...... A state of constant recovery. ”

"Well, it's never been like this before. ”

Zhu'an pondered for a moment and speculated: "On weekdays, when you use the Phantom Flower Divine Skill, you have never reached the point of reluctance, but today is the first time you have tried to use the tenth level of exercise and succeeded, then there is a possibility, your current internal strength cultivation has not yet reached the tenth heaven, and the success of using it can be said to be an accident, forced use, overdraft, and exhaustion of all internal strength." ”

"It takes time to recover when the internal force is exhausted, so when moving the slate, it is no longer possible to control the internal force as accurately as usual, and the perception ability also decreases, so it will be overwhelmed by the slate. However, in the records of the Phantom Flower Palace that I know, the cultivation of the Phantom Flower Divine Skill follows the same principle, and the internal cultivation can only use the corresponding Phantom Flower Divine Skill moves in order to reach which realm, just take the time when I first came out of the Phantom Flower Palace, I left the Phantom Flower Bell, and I still can't do the gathering of qi and transform into shapes, and I want to forcibly use the latter moves

It's impossible, if my internal cultivation has not yet reached the tenth level, but I have used a flower and a lifetime, it is unreasonable, but I really haven't broken through the tenth heaven level, and it is impossible for me to suddenly break through the realm, which is really a bit ridiculous. I'll see if I try. ”

Weaving Dream stretched out his right hand as he spoke, mobilizing his internal breath, recalling the internal force used in the daytime when he used a flower for a lifetime, and began to condense his breath at his fingertips.

At that time, she used a flower for a lifetime, and what was condensed by the leakage of internal force was a complete bud.

There was light flowing on her fingertips, and a ball of qi gradually condensed into the shape of a flower bud, becoming clearer and clearer, dreamlike, incredibly beautiful, and she could almost see the texture on the petals, the same as the flower buds that appeared at that time.

However, in the next second, in the blink of an eye, the bud suddenly burst and shattered into soft petals, no longer a complete bud.

No matter how hard she tried to regain her state, her fingertips were still just floating petals, and she couldn't condense a complete bud.

Dream Weaver took a breath, the fluorescence on her fingertips dissipated, and those dreamlike petals shattered and disappeared into her fingertips.

She rubbed her eyebrows, and after a while, she said sullenly: "Brother, I don't seem to need a flower for a lifetime." ”

The flowers at her fingertips would not lie to her, she really did not reach the realm of internal strength of the Ten Heavens.

Maybe it was only because of the critical situation at that time that she used the last trick of the Phantom Flower Divine Skill by mistake, but now she can't do it, it can only be said that her current cultivation is close to the tenth heaven.

It's not a step away from approaching and reaching, but it's a world of difference.

It is a lie to say that you are not lost.

She hoped that she would become stronger, there were only a few people who could practice the Ten Layers of Illusory Flowers in the Hundred Years Records of the Phantom Flower Palace, and she really wanted to be one of them.

It's not because she has the ambition to win the rivers and lakes, and she doesn't want to be the first in the world, she has never been interested in the disturbances on the rivers and lakes, she just wants to have the ability to help her brother achieve whatever he wants.

Just like the sandstorm she encountered today, if she hadn't saved them, many people would have died in an instant, and Zhu'an would definitely blame herself and feel sad when she knew it, even if they passed by without any responsibility, but since she saw someone in danger and needed help, she should help them.

Because her brother seems to be very indifferent, but he is the most gentle, and the doctor is benevolent, nothing more than that, and she doesn't want him to be sad at all.

This river and lake needs heroes, and she only wants to protect her heroes.

How can it be said who is the robbery?

Now I can't use such a powerful move, and I can't help but feel a little regretful, it turns out that my real self is not so powerful.

After she finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the small courtyard.

Zhu'an didn't speak, and for some reason, she felt more and more frustrated.

After a moment of silence, a few silver-white sword lights suddenly flashed in front of her, she looked up and exclaimed, in the small courtyard, it rained flowers.

There is a dead tree in the corner of the courtyard of the He family, and the long sword in his hand is danced in his hand, and a wave of sword intent like a spring breeze is captured, which is full of warmth, urging the dead tree to sprout new shoots and quickly pull branches and leaves, and in a blink of an eye, the buds of the tree are full of flowers, and the sword aura passes, and the sky is flying.

The dead wood is in spring again, and the branches fall in spring.

He stood under the tree and looked at her like a bright moonlight.

"I would rather give you a full tree of flowers than a flower. ”