Unexpectedly, Cui Wang laughed.
He laughed out loud, as if someone had rang the deepest and most melodious chime in Zheng Wan's ear, the sound pierced into her ear, causing bursts of numbness.
Her eyes widened in surprise:
"... Cui Wang?"
Cui Wang turned his head, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with smiles, his gaze touched Zheng Wan, as if realizing something, the laughter stopped abruptly, froze on his face, and turned into a cracked mask.
He retracted his smile, restrained his face and looked solemnly:
"I will protect the law for you."
"… oh."
Zheng Wan got off his back in a daze, and in an instant, Cui Wang became the ice sculpture that the god and Buddha were inaccessible to, or in other words, it was colder than before.
smelly stone.
She kicked off the hem of her skirt, and untied everything else:
"alright."
The formation disk suddenly burst into light, and a six-pointed star formation appeared in the formation. Cui Wang Fuxiu filled a dozen or so primordial stones into the formation disk, and said, "Enter the formation."
Zheng Wan entered the formation as she said.
Cui Wang couldn't help but look up.
The fresh and tender young girl is like a peeled pigeon, standing in the formation so prettyly, her eyes are dark, her skin is white, her lips are bright red, her black hair is scattered like splashed ink, covering her skin that can drip honey, Covering the snowy peaks and gurgling valleys.
It could be seen that the current situation made her a little uneasy, and she asked him timidly:
"what's next?"
Cui Wang lowered his eyes, raised his hand and took the cyan stone that had just been placed on the long case into his palm, squeezed it, and with a crackling sound, a group of ice blue flames burst out.
The temperature of the room suddenly jumped up.
Zheng Wan only felt as if she was in a roasting furnace all of a sudden, she subconsciously channeled the power of the ice element until she felt more comfortable, and then she had the energy to look at the flame, a very shallow cluster, ice blue, broad beans The size, held in the palm of Cui Wang, is jumping feebly at this moment, as if it will go out at any moment—
Cui Wang was carefully wrapped in Yuanli, and he also stepped into the formation with the ball of flames, and came to her.
"Yuanli runs for a week."
Zheng Wan subconsciously moved the "Mo Xujing", and at this moment, she felt that all the energy in her body was connected with this array.
"It will hurt a little."
As soon as Cui Wang's words fell, a cold sensation fell on her exposed lower abdomen, followed by an extremely violent heat, which quickly exploded from her navel and climbed to her dantian—
Zheng Wan snorted, and immediately tasted blood on her lips.
"Refine the flame with Yuanli as soon as possible."
Cui Wang's voice sounded distorted through the heavy flames.
Zheng Wan opened her eyes with difficulty, and found that her whole body was on fire, with fine ice-blue flames coming out of her body. Cui Wang stood a foot in front of her, and a cluster of purple flames the size of a fist floated above his body. On the chest, Zheng Wan could feel that under the pressure of the purple flame, the ice-blue flame shrank and retracted.
"Focus."
"Refining."
Zheng Wan is in pain.
She hurts.
But for some reason, she usually sings, beats, and cries while talking, but now she doesn't want to show weakness in front of Cui Wang at all.
There seemed to be a flame burning violently in the lower abdomen, and the momentum seemed to burn through her internal organs - Zheng Wan could only chase after the blue core with all her strength.
But this ball of icy flames is very hateful, looking at the small and pleasant ball outside, when it comes to her dantian, it looks like a mischievous child, rampaging, burning wherever it hits, Zheng Wan couldn't help it, tears streaming down her face It fell down.
However, he could only continue, the soul consciousness sank, commanding Yuan Li to pounce desperately, and the ice flame wrapped in the frantic escape fell down, and landed on the small Yuan Root.
Zheng Wan's yuan root is an ice blue stem, like crystal glass.
Grandma Jin said that the purer the root, the less impurities there will be. For the immortal root, it is glazed all over, unlike her. If you look carefully, you can still find some tiny spots on the stem.
As soon as the ice flame came into contact with Yuan Gen, smoke rose from the sky.
Zheng Wan noticed that the tiny spot where the smoke was coming out seemed to have been lightened by the burn.
She immediately understood what Granny Jin meant by refining Yuangen. If Heavenly Grade and Immortal Grade are on the same line, using this icy flame to refine Yuangen is to rush to the end of the Heavenly Grade—
It doesn't matter how much you run or how little you run, it is beneficial to her.
Zheng Wan shrank from the pain, but she still didn't forget to wrap the Xuanbingyan with Yuanli and start refining—
Gradually, he forgot to cry, but Yuan Genna trembled in pain every time he picked up a handful of cigarettes.
"Hold it."
Cui Wang's voice was deep.
Bear with a ghost ah bear.
Zheng Wan tried to stare at him with those wet eyes, thinking messily in her heart, if she really finds a Taoist partner in the future, she should never be so cold, she is in such pain, and she doesn't know how to hug her, she only cares about the fierceness. she.
"concentrate."
"Don't curse in your heart."
"..."
Zheng Wan really started refining seriously.
Cui Wang looked at it for a while, then closed his eyes to protect the Dharma. This protection lasted for one night, and Zheng Wan stopped when the east was white on the second day. And the moment she finished refining, the array shattered with a "duh".
Cui Wang opened his eyes.
But I saw a girl standing naked in the golden warm sun. She was bathed in the light, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, looking extremely happy—but this happiness didn't last for a while, and it turned into tears.
She opened her arms to him:
"Cui Wang, give me a hug."
Cui Wang looked at her and felt that the worm in the dantian also turned into water in an instant.
"... Cui Wang?"
Only then did Cui Wang come back to his senses, and took a few quick steps to pull her into his arms.
Zheng Wan was sobbing all of a sudden:
"I'm in so much pain, you're still pissing me off."
"kindness."
"This really hurts, hurts, hurts."
"kindness."
"Cultivation is really troublesome."
"kindness."
The girl's slender body was caught in the man's large white robe, Cui Wang leaned over and hugged her, a smooth and slender calf drooped down, looming with the steps.
Zheng Wan leaned against him, listening to Cui Wang's heartbeat in his chest.
For a while, the room was extremely quiet, so quiet that the sound of Awan's cheerful running "Tuk Tuk Tuk" could be heard in the distance.
Cui Wang put Zheng Wan on the bed, and like a nimble fish, she got into the soft quilt all at once - revealing a pair of dark eyes that were still attached:
"I'm a little tired, Cui Wang, can we postpone the promise on the first day of junior high school until tomorrow?"
"… good."
"Then when I fall asleep, can you go again?"
She whispered, but a hand hidden under the soft quilt held him tightly.
Cui Wang nodded.
Zheng Wan then closed her eyes in peace, thought for a while, and opened them again.
"What is it?"
Cui Wang asked her.
"Cui Wang, after you finish solving the Gu, we two..." Zheng Wan thought, he has been too kind to her since yesterday, maybe he can agree to this request, "Can we be good friends?"
Cui Wang withdrew his hand, even withdrew that trace of kindness.
He looked at her expressionlessly, neither saying yes nor no.
The other shoe in Zheng Wan's heart fell off.
The uneasiness that had arisen since yesterday receded like an ebbing tide, she thought, this kind of Cui Wang, who is cold and rejects people for thousands of miles, is the Cui Wang she is familiar with and at ease.
That overly kind young swordsman is an illusion.
She let her abundant tears come up, and half-truthfully blamed him:
"Even Mingyu can be your good friend."
"she is not."
Zheng Wan hummed and turned her head, turning her back to him:
"I don't believe it, I heard that you always take care of her."
"She is Si Yi's best friend."
Cui Wang said.
The two stayed together for a while, Zheng Wan suddenly understood what Cui Wang meant, she quickly turned around, and said in surprise: "So, what you mean is that because you think she is Li Siyi's good friend, you always treat her well." See it differently?"
"No."
Didn't treat them differently
Oh, Zheng Wan suddenly became happy. Anyway, Mingyu was not happy, so she was happy.
She patted the quilt:
"Okay, I'm going to bed."
Zheng Wan closed her eyes.
Cui Wang waited for her to breathe calmly before getting up and leaving the Nuan Pavilion.
It was already a long day outside the pavilion, and Ah Wan bounced over:
"Zhenjun, do you want to make some food for the real person?"
"Go get ready."
Awan bounced back to the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
The old ancestor held back badly, and as soon as he released it, he saw the scene around him jumping back quickly, which dazzled him for a while.
After seeing a huge green and golden bamboo forest, he let out a long "oh":
"So it's here."
"Xiao Wangwang, are you in a bad mood?"
His great-grandson, ten sticks can't hit a boring gourd. When he is in a bad mood, he will find a place to practice his sword, and he won't stop until he swings his 1.8 million sword.
However, with the growth of his cultivation base, many places are no longer suitable for practicing swords, but this piece of green and gold bamboo forest is still firm and secluded enough.
"without."
"You are not in a bad mood, come here to practice sword?"
The old ancestor looked distressed at the bamboo that was bald again - it hadn't fully grown yet, so it was slapped again.
The way of swordsmanship is not as gorgeous as it seems to outsiders. From sword energy, sword intent, to sword intent transformation, in addition to understanding, it is a solid basic skill. From the moment all sword repairers step into the sword, they need to constantly Repeated practice of picking, stabbing, chopping, and other basic swordsmanship—
Jian Juanyun, "every change is inseparable from its ancestors", even if you practice to Wanjian Dynasty, you still need to repeat this basic skill every day.
However, the sword cultivator of the ancestors who have lived for tens of thousands of years has never seen anyone who is more diligent and diligent than his great-grandson.
When others practice one thousand swords, he will practice five thousand swords.
Others practiced 10,000 swords, and he practiced 50,000 swords.
It was because of his experience in the Xiyu Mountains before, others wanted to rest, but his great-grandson never rested, isn't he tired? Naturally, it is tiring, but the great-grandson never complains that he is tired, and only seeks to break through the limit.
Others regard him as a genius disciple—
Of course, he is indeed a genius disciple, but the sweat and hard work behind him have never been more or less.
"Take a break, take a break, didn't you practice swordsmanship in the first and fifteenth day of the junior high school?" the old ancestor wondered, "Did the young lady make you unhappy?"
"No."
"Why are you here without you?"
"Stop, stop! Stop practicing."
Cui Wang turned a deaf ear to it until sunset and Xichui.
His clothes were already drenched with sweat, so Cui Wang performed a dust-removing formula, went to the room next to the bamboo forest, changed into a white robe, and came out without leaving, drinking at a round table.
There is no leaf in the green bamboo forest, only bare branches stand on the land, adding a layer of chill.
"Aren't you going to see Miss Sister?"
"She's sleeping."
"Oh..." The ancestor lay down in the sea of consciousness, his voice suddenly became lewd, "I'm tired."
"Old ancestor."
"Oh oh oh, my ancestors don't tell me, my ancestors don't tell me, now I'm willing to tell my ancestors, why did you sulk just now?"
Cui Wang was silent for a long time before saying:
"She asked me if I could get rid of the Gu and be friends."
"Oh, and then?"
"Unlock the Gu, naturally the bridge returns to the bridge, and the road returns to the road."
"So, what are you depressed about?"
Cui Wang pointed to his heart:
"But this bug always makes waves here when I'm not paying attention, causing me to scratch my heart with claws, and I can't be at peace for a moment."
"..."
"But I've obviously become attached to it recently."
… Oh, this damn sweet love.
The old ancestor rolled his eyes and cursed secretly: "Idiot."
The little idiot stood up:
"She's going to wake up, I should go back."