Liu Yuying is so active and conscious. Wild Sand Literature Network

It made Su Nan a little embarrassed.

Although she was a little curious about the little purse, what she really wanted was not this, but something else.

With a tough attitude, he returned the little purse, and said righteously: "This is what your mother left you, how can I take it, you can keep it yourself." ”

The little purse means a lot to Liu Yuying, and she didn't insist anymore, but she was more grateful to Su Nan in her heart.

In fact, the small purse is not just a small purse, Su Nan's mother once told her that this small purse can save her life.

Rubbing his hands, Su Nan said in great embarrassment: "That, Yuying, didn't you say before that your mother left you a training instrument ding, see if you can lend it to me." ”

Liu Yuying: That might refuse?

Although it is outside the city, it is not far from the city gate, and you can clearly see the prosperity on the streets of Shangling City.

It was also inconvenient for Su Nan, who was full of people, to check the training instrument ding, and after getting it, he directly put it into the storage bag, but it didn't feel like an ordinary product.

Su Nan, who had a good heart, personally sent Liu Yuying to the car, but before she could get up, a few people chased after her.

While chasing back, he shouted anxiously: "Boss, you wait for us!"

Su Nan turned his head and saw that it was Luo Dawei, Xiaoyan and Yang Yu.

"Why are you here?"

I'm waiting in the broken courtyard.

Luo Dawei shrugged his shoulders, looking aggrieved that he had been abandoned.

"We can't stay in the courtyard, think about it or go to the gluttonous house to wait for you, but when we arrived, we found that the monstrous home was already empty, thinking about going to the South Gate Square here to see if there was any task to take, and I just happened to see you. ”

Xiaoyan also flattened her mouth, "Boss, don't you want us to come?"

What about our consciousness that you have controlled?

"Huh. Su Nan touched his nose and smiled very naturally, "I was planning to look for you in a while, you came just in time, hurry up and go with them." ”

Luo Dawei and the three of them pushed towards the team that was about to travel away with a confused face.

Looking at the back of the convoy, Su Nan stared for a long, long time......

Although this trip is far away from the bustle and quiet, it is also truly towards freedom.

And he has to go back to the Gutan Sword Sect, a place that seems to eat people.

"Let's go. ”

After a long time, Su Nan finally turned around, walked to Xiaoyu on the side, and said softly.

Even if he is not in the Gutan Sword Sect at this time, no matter where he goes, Xiaoyu will follow, and he is just as uncomfortable.

Under the starlight, a flying sword, two people, speechless all the way.

Arriving at the Gutan Sword Sect, Su Nan jumped off the flying sword in silence and walked back to the hut.

Resting his head on the table, through the moonlight outside the window, Su Nan stared at the sword training blade in the distance.

Is Master doing there?

If you are not safe, will you worry about yourself?

Xiao Ding squirmed in the storage bag.

In the past, when he couldn't transform into a human form, he was very restless, and since he was able to change into a human form, he has never entered the storage bag again.

But since Su Nan met Mo Zixuan again and followed him to the Gutan Sword Sect, Xiao Ding has never been able to come out of the storage bag again.

"Ugly girl, do you say that you have a sick brain, and you don't do it with a good free time, you have to follow your master to Gutan Sword Sect to throw yourself into the net, and you don't listen to the old man's words. ”

Su Nan plucked out his ears, but he didn't hear Xiaoding's words.

Xiaoding's life and being a Ding are completely two grids.

When he was a man, he was naïve and childish, but when he was a ding, he always pretended to be old with "old man, old man!"

Xiao Ding didn't get a response from Su Nan, so he was even more angry, chattering endlessly.

His words were directly transmitted to Su Nan's spirit, and she couldn't listen to it if she didn't want to.

Gradually, Su Nan also felt a little unbearable, and his face wrinkled into bitter melon.

"Uncle Ding, just let me beg you, okay? ”

"You want me to shut up, but tell me why?"

Su Nan raised her eyes to look at Lian Jianfeng in the moonlight, and suddenly smiled, this smile was not the smile she pretended to make, nor was it the sneer that she wanted to make a bad time, this smile went straight to the deepest part of her heart.

"I think Master is a very important and important person to me. ”

"What?" Xiao Ding asked uncertainly, "Do you want to say that your master is a very good person to you? He is barely a good master, but you can't ...... either."

Su Nan shook his head directly, "What you said was my previous thoughts, but when I see Master again this time, my thoughts are different." I always feel like we should be together, or fate. ”

Xiao Ding shook off goosebumps in the storage bag, "Girl, you're dizzy, he's your master, you're too disgusting." ”

Su Nan's gaze still did not take his eyes off the sword training peak, the smile on his face did not change, and his eyes were rarely gentle.

It's like looking at someone who is the most important person in your life.

Only, that's not.

And on the other side of this low mountain.

Inside the thatched house of the turtle spirit.

The boss and the turtle spirit sat opposite each other, playing chess.

The boss has lost three games.

When another game of chess pieces was arranged, the turtle spirit shook his head, "You are absent-minded now, chess, play or not, the outcome is doomed." ”

The head of the family does have something on his mind today, and since he took the initiative to mention it, he doesn't want to hold it back.

"Uncle Shi, why don't you let me hand over Su Nan? The Cultivator Alliance promised to exchange for a hundred eighth-order spirit treasures, which is worth hundreds of years of collection in our Gutan sword. ”

The ghost real person removed the chessboard, replaced it with a wine plate, and poured himself a drink.

It's been a long time, and it's been so long that the head of the family thinks that Uncle Shi won't answer, so he hears his leisurely words.

"That girl, you can't move, he stays in the Gutan Sword Sect, and your junior brother Zixuan can practice in the sword blade with peace of mind. ”

When it comes to Mo Zixuan, there are even more questions from the head.

Mo Zixuan is just a little Jindan monk, although he is indeed the junior brother of the head of the late Yuan Infant by generation, but what does Uncle Shi like about him?

As a sword cultivator, Mo Zixuan is undoubtedly excellent, but there are many disciples in the Gutan Sword Sect who are better than him.

For example, Xiaoyu is already in the middle stage of Jindan when he is just 100 years old, but he is not worse than him at all.

If the Turtle Spirit Zhenren was looking for a child with excellent qualifications as a disciple, the head of the sect would feel that he would be more acceptable.

Like Mo Zixuan, who has already been married and only accepted as a disciple halfway, he will definitely not be able to raise him, why should he be so good to him.

The turtle spirit real person sighed faintly, he didn't say anything about this matter, but he also saw that these Yuan Ying teachers and nephews had great opinions.

Staring at the bright moonlight outside the window, a thick worry flashed in his eyes, "The red star is getting closer and closer, the phantom realm is coming to a catastrophe, the monks of this realm, whether you can escape this catastrophe or not, hope is on your junior brother Zixuan." ”

"Uncle Shi, you look up to him too much, even if he comes out of the peak alive, it is only in the infancy stage, how can it be ......?"

The corners of the turtle spirit real person's mouth puffed up with a touch of mystery, "When he comes out, you will believe it." Whoever said that the one who could save the phantom world must be a monk. ”