Ning Pengyue hugged the unconscious Jing Huai in front of him with one hand, and led Bai Xuan back with the other, "Get out!" Just one word set off a wave of qi, that Huang Ye originally thought that he was already in the late stage of the Guiyuan Realm, and he should be able to fight with Ning Pengyue of the Taiji Realm with the formation of the law enforcement team, but it was a pity that he overestimated himself too much, Ning Pengyue only used a rolling word to shock his blood surge, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Senior brother..."Bai Xuan looked up as Ning Pengyue's tears fell down as he walked, Ning Pengyue sighed, summoned the magic weapon and flew the three of them towards Qinghe Pavilion.

Ning Pengyue's magic weapon is a piece of snow-blue and white tulle with fire patterns, called Liuguang yarn, which is smelted with thousand-year-old snow silkworm ice silk and dragon flame spider silk, with the power of ice and fire, which can cover the sky and the sun and bind the enemy in it.

"Little junior brother, he's fine," Ning Pengyue comforted, he could feel Jing Huai's body frantically absorbing the aura around him, and the injuries in his body were also healing rapidly, "Could this be the Chaos Spirit Body?" he thought to himself, he couldn't help but be a little envious, this speed of recovery from injuries was simply terrifying.

But after a while, the three of them had already returned to Qinghe Pavilion, Ning Pengyue put Jing Huai back on the bed, he found that Jing Huai's injuries had recovered, but for some reason he had not woken up, he put a healing pill in Jing Huai's mouth and instructed Bai Xuan to stay by Jing Huai's side, and then left.

At this time, Jing Huai had already woken up, but his eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. "What's wrong with me...", he muttered, and then tried to stare at his eyes to see the surroundings clearly, when a ray of light shone in from the window and fell on his face, Jing Huai finally opened his eyes, "This..." He couldn't help but be stunned, and his eyes were on the ceiling of his room.

"I'm wearing it back again??" he sat up with a carp.

"Did I just have a dream?" he pinched his face, only to find that he was still the same little body, "!" he jumped up from the bed and ran to the dressing mirror, only to see two shocked little eyes on a young face staring at him.

It's still a small Hanfu, but this is a robe unique to the disciples of Qinghe Pavilion, and the word Jinghuai is embroidered on the cuff of the right hand, "I'm actually... Have you crossed over again!" Jing Huai tried to run the spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual power gushed out from the dantian and roamed in his body, "The spiritual power is still there, oh my God! Am I not the only immortal cultivator in modern times!" He cheered happily, but what about this little body? What about my own body? He frowned and thought, and when he turned around, he found a familiar face in the bed.

"This... If I am seen, I am afraid that I will think that I am a child perverted murderer!" Jing Huai was speechless for a while, his body was lying quietly in the bed, he tried to pinch his face, and probed his nose again, and found that he was still breathing, "I'm afraid that's how a vegetative person came!" he thought to himself, but the phone rang.

He took the phone from the bedside and looked at it, "Boss, it!" He let out an exclamation again, and then looked at the alarm clock, it was already half past ten, he cowered and connected the phone, only to see a rough roar coming from inside, "Jinghuai! Don't you want to do it? Look at what time it is and you still haven't come to work! You can't make up for today's bug!"

Jing Huai stiffened his head and said, "I... I'm sick. ”

"What's the disease?!You're only one poor disease!Hurry up and bring me to the company!" the boss roared again.

Jing Huai frowned, and simply said, "I'm not doing it, I'm resigning." ”

"Resign?" At this time, the boss's voice on the phone was stunned, and then his tone slowed down, "I said Jinghuai, I heard your voice wrong today, since you are not feeling well, then rest at home and come back to work tomorrow." "This Jinghuai has just graduated a few years, the salary is low, he has done a lot of things, and he doesn't have to pay overtime, what a cost-effective cheap labor, if he resigns, where will he find someone, the boss thought.

"I'm quitting, I'm resigning, so be it!" Jing Huai thought that he couldn't go to work like this, so he simply resigned directly to the boss, and then hung up the phone decisively, and the boss on the other end of the phone regretted his intestines, and he was scolded by himself for cheap labor.

After hanging up the phone, Jing Huai looked at the time, May 15th? He remembered that when he went home from overtime and slept in bed, it was already 3 o'clock in the morning on the 15th, and now the pointer actually pointed to 10 o'clock in the morning!

"So I traveled to that world for more than ten days, and only a few hours have passed here?" he said to himself.

Immediately, Jing Huai clicked on his Zhifubao and looked at the balance, only tens of thousands of yuan, plus his previous rent for a year, this year's life should be barely fooled.

Then he began to have a headache, how should his little body be good, should he go back to his parents? No, maybe he will be sent to a neurological hospital.

Jing Huai thought about it again, as long as he cultivated to the ninth layer of Qingyun Realm, he would be able to open the valley, and at that time, he would be able to save a large sum of money without eating, and he would be able to release his spiritual power now, so he should be able to think of some ways to make money!

He immediately sat down on the sofa and sat up, and when he was brought into his meditation, he found that the tingling sensation between his eyebrows had disappeared when he was running the spiritual power, and there was only a cool feeling, so he ran the spiritual power to the center of his eyebrows again, only to feel that his eyes were bright, and a light pierced in, and his eyes were a little astringent, "The spiritual eyes opened?" He was stunned for a moment, and then rejoiced, and after a while, he could see the things around him clearly, and it seemed to be different from the time he usually saw with his eyes, but it felt the same.

He opened his eyes and jumped to the dressing mirror, looking at his eyebrows was no different, but when he closed his eyes, he could see the dark eye between his eyebrows from the mirror, and then there was a faint cloud-like thing around him, he flicked it with his hand and was sucked into his body, "This is spiritual power?" He was a little curious, the spiritual power in the room was very thin, so he ran to the window and looked out, layers of spiritual energy floating in the air, mixed with some other gases.

"Doesn't this spiritual eye see monsters and ghosts? I wonder if there are ghosts in this modern age?" he thought to himself, so he searched around the house, but found nothing.

Jing Huai, who was tired, continued to return to the sofa, and found that the items in his arms were still there, a bottle of pills, which was a bottle of Jiuyang Pill given to him by Wu Xiao, and a small book, which was the first half of the Qinghe Essence Purifying Technique borrowed from the third senior brother.

Jing Huai poured out a red pill from the vial and put it in his mouth, the pill had a hint of sweetness, and then turned into a stream of heat and dispersed to the limbs and hundreds of remains, Jing Huai controlled the spiritual power in his body to swim around one by one, gradually refining these hot streams, he could obviously feel the spiritual power in his body becoming stronger rapidly, and sure enough, the elixir was extremely beneficial to cultivation.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Jing Huai realized that he had cultivated until late at night, his stomach was rumbling with hunger, he cushioned his feet - took out a short-sleeved shirt from the wardrobe and put it on, but unfortunately it was too big to drag like a skirt, he could only change his clothes again, "Anyway, there are not many people at night, and this dress is actually quite good-looking," he thought to himself, and went out wearing the disciple robe of Tianzhaomen.

He sat at the food stall downstairs and ordered a large portion of fried noodles and barbecue, thought about it and added a bottle of beer to feast, and from time to time there were surprises, "This little guy can really eat! Yo, and drink beer!"

Jing Huai didn't care, he just cared about his own pleasure, just as he stuffed his mouth full of fried noodles, a girl in a white dress sat down opposite, and then stared at Jing Huai pitifully.

"Ahem, cough," Jing Huai was stared at uncomfortably, and coughed up the fried noodles in his mouth, "Hey, you little guy eat slowly, don't choke to death if you eat so fast!You look like you're less than ten years old, don't you? Do your parents know that you drink beer at such a young age?" the boss who was frying noodles quipped, "I want you to take care of it," Jing Huai rolled his eyes, "There's a young lady here, why don't you ask her what she wants to eat," he said, pointing to the girl across the table.

"Little sister, where did you come from?" the boss looked around, but didn't see anyone, "You little guy, are you drunk?" ”

Jing Huai only felt a sense of foreboding, "Can you see me?" The girl in white sitting opposite spoke first.

"Ahh

Jing Huai could only scan the QR code and pay the money, and then ran like the wind to run home, and when he turned around halfway, he found that the woman was floating not far away, and he was scared to cry wolf.

Finally escaped to the door of the house, took out the key for a long time but fell to the ground in a hurry, he quickly leaned down to pick it up, only to see a head slowly poking out from the ground under his feet, and it was the girl in white, although she was beautiful, but she was still scared Jinghuai retreated a few feet away.

"You... Don't come here!I'm a spellman!" he used the spiritual power in his body to form a pale cyan shield in front of him, separating the girl from himself.