Shang Jinyan and Yan Huiran decided to go out together to the nearby Luming Mountain in three days.
The terrain of Luming Mountain is flat, with green trees in the mountains, and rugged rocks in the center. After passing the strange stone forest, there is a beautiful lake, and egrets soar from time to time.
There are several villages behind the mountain, where people make a living by farming, weaving, and fishing in the lake.
In autumn, the maple leaves on the mountain are all red, and literati and poets are invited to gather here, ride boats around the lake, play the piano, recite poems and paint.
During these three days, no matter how Shang Jinyan sent people to guard him, Yu Ziye could always find a way to sneak out, and it was not until dusk that he left the Taifu's house and returned home.
Since childhood, Su Zhen has gotten up early every morning and circulated her spiritual consciousness in her room to speed up her recovery.
After seven years of recuperation, the strength she had accumulated was gradually recovering, which is good news.
Su Zhen practices her mental skills every day and condenses the meager natural spiritual energy to forge her body. Although the effect is very small, it is better than nothing. If she encounters a little monster, she can generally deal with it.
The only thing that gave her some comfort was that according to the ancient books in the Taifu Mansion's library, there were indeed demons in this unknown continent. If they could find a place where they practiced, it might be able to help her regain her strength.
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As for the Taoist priests who check and balance the monsters, they are proficient in spell formations to subdue them. But most of them are magic sticks.
As for the demon-control mage like Su Zhen in her previous life, who could reach the pinnacle of cultivation, according to incomplete ancient records, it only appeared one hundred thousand years ago.
But she still couldn't confirm whether she had come to another continent, or whether the few years she thought had actually passed a hundred thousand years.
Su Zhen circulated the meager spiritual power in her Dantian, spread her palms, and golden flame patterns appeared, then disappeared.
Everything seemed normal, but she often felt something was wrong. The memory belonging to Jin Qingxian was very vague, and many places were blank.
She seems to have forgotten something very important, as well as the monk who helped her to be reborn. She always feels like she has seen it somewhere before?
He took out the dark ancient Xun from his arms and stroked its lines. A gentle call loomed in his mind.
'Jin'er...Jin'er...'
‘Bang bang bang’
Su Zhen's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.
"Master?"
Hearing the maid's knock on the door, Su Zhen sighed, gathered her thoughts, got back under the quilt and pretended to have just woken up.
After washing, she pulled up her hair with a hair tie, put on her favorite white brocade robe, and held a folding fan in her hand. Her cheeks were a little childish, not as angular as those of ordinary teenagers. Her pupils were as dark as ink, with a tinge on her face.
She was shining with brilliance, her nose was high and her lips were as red as cherry, and when she pursed her lips and smiled softly, there seemed to be a ripple.
When Yan Huiran came to find her, Su Zhen was squatting on the stool and stroking her cheek, looking at herself in the mirror in trance.
"Zhen'er?"
Su Zhen looked back, jumped down from the stool, hugged her waist, "Mother."
Alas, in the past two lifetimes, she is much older than Yan Huiran, yet she has to act coquettishly in front of others every day.
I don’t feel it’s a loss, I just feel like an old cow eating young grass and taking advantage of others.
"Zhen'er, what did you just say...?"
"Hehe! Don't mind, Zhen'er is just used to being amazed by her stunning appearance every day." Su Zhen raised her chin and blinked her bright eyes at Yan Huiran.
His playful appearance made the maids around him laugh, and they all covered their lips and chuckled.
Yan Huiran nodded her forehead, "Oh! You! It's getting late, let's go."
"good."
She took Su Zhen's hand and walked outside.
Recently, the old lady is not here, so there is no need to go to greet her, but the aunts need to come to Qixiyuan for morning and evening rest.
When they arrived at the main hall, Aunt An and Aunt Liu had already arrived with the young master and young lady.
These two people arrived early today, but they didn't have any good intentions.
Seeing Yan Huiran enter the door, they immediately stood up and saluted, "I would like to say hello to Madam."
"Qingyang wishes his mother well."
Su Huan leaned over and bowed, looking a little cautious.
Su Changhuan was still young, less than half as tall as Su Zhen. He ran towards her arms with small steps, "Big brother!" This chapter has been completed!