Zhang Quyi chatted with the women for a while, then walked to the sofa and checked Yin Yun's pulse. Xue Cuilan was silent after seeing her son finish taking the pulse, and couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Yi, is your aunt's body okay?"

Yin Yun also looked at it with a little apprehension, her illness was caused by the semi-awakening of the immaculate spirit body and the spontaneous absorption of spiritual energy to block the yin veins, and now more than half of the blocked yin veins have been opened, and she no longer suffers as often as before, and she feels that her body is not bad.

Zhang went to a place: "Aunt Yun's health is fine, but it is best to find time to live in Xincheng for a year and a half to completely cure the root of the disease." ”

Yin Yun breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and said with a smile: "Let's wait for the New Year!"

This small city is very comfortable to live in, her father Yin Wending is here to restore cultural relics, and she has now handed over most of the work at hand to Jiangnan, so she is very free, if she has to go back to Beijing to accompany her husband for the Spring Festival, she will live directly for a long time.

Zhang Quyi frowned imperceptibly, at this moment, the corners of Yin Yun's lips were wrinkled, it is estimated that he will travel far in the near future, I am afraid that he may not come to Xincheng after the New Year, and from the perspective of his life palace, he is afraid that the recent fortune is not good, so he faintly feels that it is inappropriate in his heart.

"Is Brother Jiangnan going back to Beijing for the New Year?" asked Zhang Qu consciously.

"Xiao Nan returned to Beijing a few days ago, but yesterday he rushed back to the United States, there are some things to deal with in the United States, I am afraid that I will not be able to spend the New Year in Beijing, but it is hard for Xiao Nan, this child, is running around all year round. Yin Yun said apologetically: "When Xiaoying graduates, I can help him share it!"

The next day, Yin Yun and Jiang Ying left Xincheng and returned to the capital of Huaguo for the Spring Festival, and Zhang Quyi personally sent the two to Dali Airport.

Jiang Ying hasn't passed the door yet, so naturally she won't stay in Xincheng and Zhang to spend the Spring Festival. And Chu Jianghai is lonely, it doesn't matter, his daughter likes to spend the festival there, so he follows the festival there. As for Liu Xijun, he is an orphan, he has been raised by his master since he was a child, and now his body and mind are handed over to Zhang Quyi, and naturally men will be there wherever they go.

After the New Year, on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Quyi first returned to Beijing to visit the Jiang family, and then was taken back to his hometown in Qingshi by his mother Xue Cuilan to get out of Qi, and finally went to Yaowang Valley with Liu Xijun to worship Ziyue Zhenren, which can be regarded as taking Liu Xijun back to his parents' home in disguise.

After everything was done, when Zhang Quyi returned to the new city in northern Myanmar with the United States, it was already the beginning of March, and it was the third spring season, and the willows were still there.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and in a blink of an eye, it is May when the grass grows and warblers enclave. These days were calm and stable, Zhang Quyi devoted himself to cultivation in the new city, and he and Liu Xijun cooperated in double cultivation every once in a while, and occasionally went out to play with Chu Nan, and the days were very interesting.

It is worth mentioning that just a month ago, Liu Xijun had successfully advanced to the second layer of qi refining, which means that in less than a year, Liu Xijun, who had re-cultivated, had regained his previous strength. This is due to the rich aura of the City Lord's Mansion, and of course, it also has the credit of a certain god's hard work.

Chu Nan's cultivation has also improved, approaching the peak of the early stage of the second layer of qi refining, but Zhang Quyi's own cultivation has not moved at all.

Zhang Quyi is not in a hurry, he is currently refining qi at the fourth level, and the next layer is to build the foundation, although the aura of the City Lord's Mansion is rich, it will not help him and the white ape much, in the absence of chance, if you want to go further, you must spend a long time to cultivate, a few years, or even decades.

There is no time in the mountains, and there are thousands of years in the world, which is a true portrayal of the cultivation of cultivators.

In addition, there is another thing that makes Zhang Quyi a little worried, as he expected, Yin Yun hurriedly flew to the United States after the New Year, and did not live in the new city for a long time, listening to Jiang Ying said that there was something wrong with the business of the United States, and she had to rush to deal with it in person.

As a result, Yin Yun stayed in the United States for a few months, and he still has no intention of returning to Beijing, and it seems that the problems encountered are quite tricky, but Zhang Quyi feels faintly uneasy, feeling that something bad is going to happen.

......

The seventh and eighth first quarters of the first month.

A silver hook hung diagonally in the western sky, and the undulating Marago Mountains resembled a black dragon lurking in the night.

Zhang Qu stepped on the flying sword with one foot, hugged Chu Nan's plump and delicate body, and flew unhurriedly to the northwest along the undulating mountains.

The sword body shone brightly, and a talisman enchantment condensed by spiritual power enveloped the two of them, resisting the oncoming wind. Chu Nan leaned on Zhang Quyi's arms, and his small mouth squeaked and chattered, excited like a lark out of the valley.

It's May, the best time to pick Darjeeling No. 2 black tea, and Zhang Quyi is going to fulfill his promise today and take Chu Nan to the Darjeeling Mountains at the southern foot of the Himalayas to pick fresh black tea.

As we travel westward, the mountains rise higher and higher, and as we enter India, the snow-capped peaks below are piled up, one taller and taller.

The two of them flew over the high snow-capped mountains with a sword, but when they saw the snow, the clouds in the mountains were like light veils, and under the hazy moonlight, the snow-water lakes at the foot of the mountains were as calm as a mirror, and they were beautiful.

Qingshan Yuan is not old, and it is snow-white. The green water has no waves, and the surface is wrinkled by the wind.

Sou......

The flying sword flew over the clear lake, sparkling waves, and the reflection of the two was clearly visible. Thousands of mountains are silent, the moon is hazy, such a beautiful scenery, people can't help but indulge in it.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Chu Nan's apricot eyes were full of joy, and he shouted at the stinky god stick to do it again.

Zhang Qu smiled, swooped down, and flew slowly against the surface of the lake.

Chu Nan giggled, suddenly buried his pretty face on Zhang Quyi's chest, and said a little coquettishly: "If only I could keep flying, I wouldn't stop!"

Zhang Quyi's heart was hot, and he lowered his head and kissed her round ear, and the latter turned around and hugged her, raised his head, closed his eyes, and pouted slightly.

Chu Nan's face is a little baby fat, her skin is white and tender, her apricot eyes are big, and her eyebrows are like crescents, a bit like the current popular flower girl Zhao Mouying, who looks very cute when she pouts her little mouth and asks for a kiss.

Zhang Quyi pouted on her lips like a dragonfly, and the latter rolled his apricot eyes dissatisfied, and his little mouth took the initiative to print......

"Ah, someone is flying on the water!" a San border guard suddenly shouted.

"What's the matter, you won't be dazzled, right?" the other soldiers looked at the lake for a while and found nothing, and couldn't help but question.

"There really was someone flying on the surface of the lake just now!" said the first soldier, who was the first to speak.

"Then let's look carefully, maybe it's a scout from the Chinese guys!"

As a result, the Asan-border patrol team of more than a dozen people immediately vigilantly searched around the lake, one by one, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, but they did not know that the person they were looking for was already dozens of miles away.