When I woke up again, it was already three days later. Lu Dongbin's words "I will sleep for three days and three nights" were not fake.

Li Xianyuan opened her eyes and was tired after sleeping for a long time. She was refreshed.

The blood was washed away, and he was covered in a white underwear and covered with a soft quilt. The fingertips of his right hand moved slightly and became conscious.

Lying in my room, the stove burns, the room is warm. The thin window paper cannot cover the scenery, and the wind and leaves outside the window are falling, which is the late autumn season.

The room was warm and dark, and it was a bit comfortable.

The identity of Li Xianyuan is only circulated among the elders present at that time, and has not been circulated outside the world. Most of the elders are hiding from him. The cultivation world is top priority. Even if you have a great cultivation level, you should call him or her when you meet someone with high duty.

Lu Dongbin and Li Xianyuan are brothers and brothers, and Li Xianyuan's seniority is also very high.

Li Xianyuan closed his eyes and entered the hall. The stars were dotted, and his aura was mostly restored in three days. What was surprising was that there was a group of people who bowed to the statue of the Mingtang. There were six people.

When Li Xianyuan opened his eyes, he found that there was a figure lying on the round table in front of the door, as if he was sleeping soundly.

The figure is light pink and long, with a white and red complexion, like a girl's skin. She has a graceful figure, and she looks more prominent on her chest because she is lying on the table.

You will also get sleepy in the Nascent Soul stage...?

Li Xianyuan was suspicious and looked carefully. He found that his ups and downs were pretending to be asleep.

He silently moved away his eyes. Through the window paper, Li Xianyuan looked at the old tree outside the courtyard.

The branches sway in the wind, and in a trance, Li Xianyuan seemed to see the scene many years later: she planted peach branches and grew into trees.

I stared out the window. Three days had passed, but the memories that night were still echoing in Li Xianyuan's mind, as if it had just happened a while ago.

Thinking of Li Wan'er's voice and expression, Li Xianyuan's heart trembled and she struggled to sit up.

Ning Jiya couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so she raised her head and pretended to wake up: "Xianyuan, are you awake?"

Perhaps because she felt it was a bit fake, Ning Jiya's cheeks became a little light pink, so she sat down by the bed. She took the pillow and let Li Xianyuan lean on it.

In the usual situation, this was just an ordinary master-disciple relationship. Now, both of them knew that they had changed.

It was so close that I could smell the fragrance, and the quietness of the two of them appeared again under the ruins.

Seeing that Ning Jiya's expression gradually became blurred, Li Xianyuan interrupted: "Master, how long have I slept?"

Ning Jiya woke up and looked ashamed. He heard Li Xianyuan's voice again, and his expression became dark, and he smiled softly: "Xianyuan, you have been sleeping for three days."

"How about the six-part competition?"

"Xuejiehu made a big fuss about Chunyang, and the competition could not continue. The six sects had to give up. The elders of each sect have already brought their disciples back."

The beginning and the end came to an end.

The cancellation of the six-sect competition means that Li Xianyuan's preparation is completely useless. Naturally, the reward cannot be obtained. The only Yang Qi Pill I got was barely compensated for the loss of the second sword transformation technique.

Thinking of this, Li Xianyuan suddenly said, "Is my spiritual sword still there?"

"The disciples who cleaned up the martial arts field did not find the spirit sword." Ning Jiya comforted: "Maybe they were not found."

"Can't find it." Li Xianyuan shook his head. The beef pot was basically aimed at the incense. He attached the incense to the Spirit Sword and led it away. How could the spirit sword be safe?

Fortunately, the spiritual sword was destroyed and Li Xianyuan was not backfired, so it was considered that Sai Weng lost his horse.

It just needs to start from scratch.

Now that I have the sixth level of Qi refining, there are three yang Qi pills, so it is not a big problem to upgrade to the ninth level of Qi refining in the practice room.

Li Xianyuan asked what the magic weapon that looked like a copper mustard pot was. Ning Jiya told him that the thing was called the hujie mustard pot, which was a magic weapon. He was once one of the twelve golden immortals of the Anarchy Sect, and was known as the Four Non-Daoist, unable to do anything, no disciple, no mind, and no victory.

After being appointed as the god, this thing has become intelligent. Or it is unwilling to be buried in the hands of the Huanglong Taoist, so it must escape privately and wanders away from the mortal world. Because it can travel through the real and virtual world, countless gods and monsters want to obtain this thing, but they all fail.

A while ago, the Demon Sect Zhao Sect was investigating the whereabouts of the Xujiao Pot and constantly rubbing with the righteous path. Now it is making a big fuss in the Chunyang Sect, and it is the Chunyang Sword Immortal Lu Dongbin who appeared before he drove away. In this way, these Demon Sects should also consider it, and they have the strength to intervene.

Li Xianyuan has woken up, and Ning Jiya is not convenient to stay for too long. After all, the two are masters and apprentices after all. They talked for a few more times and left.

The maid who took care of Li Xianyuan was named Yuanyuan. She was about the same age as Li Xianyuan. She was like a young swallow, and she could never stop chirping her mouth, and she talked to herself like a copper bell while working.

She first said how much Ning Jiya loves Li Xianyuan, and since she was sent back, she has been staying in the room.

Li Xianyuan didn't answer the conversation, but she heard her wiping the table and saying, "Young Master, you must respect Mrs. Ning very much, right? You slept for three days and called Mrs. Ning's name seven times."

She bought it from a wealthy family at the foot of the mountain and brought it back. She called the young master. She couldn't change these habits of the wife, so she simply let it go. Her name is Master Ning Jiya. Li Xianyuan and other disciples are the young masters and ladies.

Li Xianyuan finally understood why Ning Jiya would leave in a hurry after she woke up. If she didn't leave, she was afraid that she would really fall into it.

The relationship between master and apprentice is becoming more and more chaotic.

The maid still unconsciously wiped the round table with her back to Li Xianyuan, and said without looking back: "Young Master, is Situ Yanran your friend?"

"How did you know her?" Li Xianyuan asked in confusion.

"You called her thirty-five times in your dream. There was another one named Wen Ruyu."

"Did I call her in my dream?"

The maid nodded: "Well, you called her thirty-seven times. You have so many confidants."

Li Xianyuan didn't know how to answer, so he had to remain silent.

The maid straightened up, raised her sleeves and wiped off the sweat from her forehead. She felt stuffy and came to the door to push it away, and a cool air poured in.

She turned around and looked at Li Xianyuan on the bed, laughing as if she had discovered a little secret, "Li Wan'er must be your relative, Master, right?"

"Why do you say that?" Li Xianyuan looked at the maid at the door indifferently.

"You called her a hundred and twenty-eight times."

After all, she is a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. She doesn't understand men and women's affairs and only thinks it's a friend. Although Li Xianyuan's age is almost the same as hers.

"..." Li Xianyuan looked at the wardrobe on one side and said, "There is a bamboo tube in the wardrobe, please help me take it out."

"Oh." Yuanyuan responded obediently, walked out of the bamboo tube from the wardrobe, and presented it to Li Xianyuan with both hands.

Li Xianyuan took the bamboo tube, her pale cheeks showed some memories, gently rubbing the bamboo tube, and murmured softly.

"I'm back."

...

In the afternoon, Ximen Haiyao and Lu Nianlei came to see him once. Ximen Haiyao was still not good at expressing emotions. She came here to drink a cup of tea, and left without saying a word.

Lu Nianlei asked about his well-being, but he didn't seem to be fake. This girl who once looked down on Li Xianyuan in her heart gradually began to change.

When they all left, Li Xianyuan was the only one left in the room, and he pondered quietly.
Chapter completed!