Out of the bathroom, Ji Danhuang lay down on G, but he was sleepy, and his mind was full of things about Ma Rongxi.

Come to think of it, what Mrs. Hu asked him to do, he couldn't finish it.

With a lot of thoughts, Ji Danhuang tossed and turned, unable to sleep, staring out the window, watching the moon rise and set, and a trace of fish belly white gradually appeared in the sky. Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, but he still couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and cleaned up, washed his face twice, and prepared to go to the cultivation valley first, copy the scriptures, and meditate.

He needed to get rid of all the distractions in his mind. Otherwise, absent-minded cultivation will only be harmful to him.

After cleaning up, Ji Danhuang posted a note on the door of the kitchen ⌒wan⌒shu⌒ba, ±ans≮≯om, telling Tang Yuzhu that he had already gone to the valley to cultivate, and he didn't need to bring his share for breakfast.

When I opened the Boundary Gate and arrived at the valley of cultivation, it was still dark here. Ji Danhuang lit a candle and began to transcribe in the dim candlelight, in order to seek peace of mind. However, when the scriptures were copied again, his mind was still in a mess, and he could not calm down at all.

He always had a feeling that Ma Ronghuan and himself didn't seem to be just strangers he had met, but more like good friends. Especially after talking to the three of them last night, this feeling has become more and more intense.

Before, he was still able to persuade himself, telling himself that Ma Ronghuan had nothing to do with him, so there was no need to care so much. But now, he really wants to persuade Ma Ronghuan to come back.

Staying on Dragon Island, Ma Ronghuan is afraid that sooner or later she will die.

But...... This is just thinking about it, he can't see Ma Ronghuan, and he can't persuade him!

Ji Danhuang was thinking wildly, and suddenly wanted to ask his master about Ma Ronghuan's situation. Since the three of the Yuling Hall said that the reason why Ma Ronghuan has not been killed by Zhang Ling is because Ren Bikong and others are persuading him. In this way, his master should not be so ruthless. Let's kill Mrs. Hu San.

After thinking about it carefully, although Ji Danhuang felt that his master was very reliable, he didn't dare to mention this matter to him at all. Maybe, it's the same whether you mention it or not, Ren Bikong swept over at a glance, and he knew what he was thinking in his heart.

Perhaps, the secret form of conversation between himself and the three of them in the Imperial Spirit Hall last night could only play a role in keeping Ren Bikong from disturbing. As for the content of the conversation, it was impossible to hide it from him in any way.

Sighing heavily, Ji Danhuang put the pen away. When I looked up, it was already dawn. He pushed the door open and walked out of the cabin, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning valley air to relax. As a result, he smelled a hint of smoke in the fresh air.

Huh, how can there be a smell of smoke here?

Turning his head to look at the taste, Ji Danhuang couldn't help but be stunned. Because he found that not far to his left, Liu Qingsong, the sixth uncle, was sitting in a wheelchair. Smoking a cigarette pouch with a calm face.

Feeling Ji Danhuang's stunned gaze, Liu Qingsong turned his head and smiled: "Senior nephew, it's so early!"

"Six...... Sixth Uncle?" Ji Danhuang was surprised, "Why are you here?"

Didn't say that before. Did you let the Ninth Senior Uncle Yang Tianshu guide him in his cultivation? How could it be replaced by the Sixth Senior Uncle Liu Qingsong this time?

Liu Qingsong smiled: "Your ninth uncle has something to do, so I'll change me to guide your cultivation this week." I heard from your Ninth Senior Uncle that in addition to practicing Maoshan spells, you are also studying enchantments. Just right. I've been in the Spirit Clan for more than 20 years, and I've helped teach a lot of people to learn enchantments, so I'm quite experienced. This week, I'm going to focus on guiding your enchantments. If this thing is practiced well, it is also a way to save your life. ”

When Ji Danhuang heard this, he couldn't help but be happy: "That's right, I'm trying to specialize in enchantments this week!

The fourth master Bo Nangong has been Nangong Jun's elder brother for more than 20 years, the ninth senior uncle Yang Tianshu has been Chen Huangying's second junior brother for more than 20 years, and this time the sixth senior uncle Liu Qingsong has stayed in the Fengling clan for more than 20 years. This is really strange.

The relationship between Dragon Island in the East China Sea and the Imperial Spirit Hall is really not simple!

Liu Qingsong said: "It's okay to sue you about this." I grew up watching the prince, and until he went to college, we had always lived in the same room, like twin brothers. But later, as you can guess, after something, I went to Dragon Island with my brothers and never returned to the Spirit Clan. ”

Guan Longjin has been called the prince for more than 20 years, although he has not seen him for a few years, Liu Qingsong's habit has not changed. After all, in the more than 20 years of getting along, the friendship between the two is real. Even after that incident, they were separated from each other in different camps, but the time spent together for more than 20 years could not be erased in any way.

Ji Danhuang let out an "oh" and didn't ask any more. If you ask about some things, there are so many things involved, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it for three days and three nights. And now, what he needs is to seize the time to cultivate, instead of inquiring about so many old things.

If you want to know something, it's too late to ask when you go back. Now, it's better for him to seize the time to improve his strength.

But...... Before cultivating, he still needed to fill his stomach first.

Leaving too early in the morning, Ji Danhuang didn't have time to eat, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger at this time. Liu Qingsong glanced at Ji Danhuang's hungry stomach, couldn't help squinting and smiling, grabbed his left hand in the smoke, and actually grabbed two drawers of steaming xiaolongbao and handed them to Ji Danhuang.

Seeing that Liu Qingsong actually grabbed Xiaolongbao out of the smoke, Ji Danhuang couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and he didn't know whether to pick it up or not. Pick it up, he couldn't be sure if the xiaolongbao he grabbed from the smoke was really edible, if he didn't take it, his stomach was still growling with hunger, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

For Liu Qingsong, the sixth uncle, Ji Danhuang really doesn't know much. Every time we met, he just sat in a wheelchair and smoked, and basically couldn't speak if he was fine.

Just because Liu Qingsong sits in a wheelchair all day, Ji Danhuang thought he had bad legs at first. It wasn't until later that I learned that he simply liked to sit, so he simply got a wheelchair to sit on for convenience.

Seeing that Ji Danhuang didn't accept the buns, Liu Qingsong smiled: "Don't worry, it's a real bun, I brought it, you can eat it, it's not fake." ”

When Ji Danhuang heard this, his face turned red, he smiled a little embarrassedly, hurriedly took the bun, and ate it in a big gulp.

He was really hungry. (To be continued......)