"If it's quick, half a month will be enough." Cang Yuan thought about the time.
"Okay, I will also prepare during this period." Ling Chuxi calculated the time and would not miss visiting the major sects, just in time to collect Cang Yuan's remaining will before that, so as to avoid long nights and dreams.
After saying that, Cangyuan disappeared into the Luochen Sword. Not long after, the sharp sword body exuded some tiny dark brown dots. It was obvious that Cangyuan Sword Spirit was re-tempering the Luochen Sword, and it became clear bit by bit.
of impurities.
Duan Xiaomo closed his eyes tightly and would not wake up for a while.
It will take some time for him to adapt to the sudden recovery of his memory. Although the emotions are not complete, the death of his parents will definitely leave some shadows in his heart. He has to bear the pain of losing his parents at a young age. It is impossible to be what it seems on the surface.
calm.
Looking at the slightly furrowed brows in his deep sleep, Ling Chuxi touched his cheek sympathetically, covered him with a quilt, and did not wake him up.
Ling Chuxi used to think that her life experience was rough, but when compared with Duan Xiaomo, she felt that she was actually lucky.
After all, his parents are still alive, there is still hope of family reunion, and there is an elder brother who, although not around, has always cared for him in his own way.
Thinking of her eldest brother, a warm smile appeared on the corner of Ling Chuxi's mouth. She didn't know where her eldest brother was now. Has his strength improved? Ling Chuxi secretly made a decision. After collecting the Cangyuan Residual Intent from the Jindan Sect, the first one
Then I went to visit Liuyun Sect.
The night was cold, and bursts of coolness filtered through the window. Duan Xiaomo turned over and clung to Ling Chuxi's side, his brows relaxed, and he slept particularly sweetly.
Ling Chuxi didn't have much sleepiness, so she tried to figure out the Seven Swords of Cang Yuan that Cang Yuan Sword Spirit had just used. She had practiced it for so long, and thought she had almost understood it, but after looking at Cang Yuan's sword intention, she realized that this
The mystery of a sword is beyond my imagination.
Immersed in the sword's intention, Ling Chuxi's mind gradually fell into emptiness.
As the sky grew brighter, Ling Chuxi withdrew from her practice, opened her eyes, and saw that Duan Xiaomo had woken up at some point, sitting quietly beside him without saying a word. His eyes no longer had the emptiness and confusion of the past, but
I don't know what I'm thinking about.
"Xiao Mo, are you awake? Do you feel okay?" Ling Chuxi asked, holding Xiao Mo's hand.
"Yes." Duan Xiaomo nodded. Although his face was still expressionless, Ling Chuxi could feel his attachment to her.
"Chu Xi, Xiao Mo, how are you?" Duan Feiyu's slightly trembling voice came from outside.
Ling Chuxi then remembered that there was a protector standing outside. Xiao Mo slept comfortably and practiced for a while, but the protector stood there all night.
When he opened the door, he saw that Duan Feiyu's face was pale from the cold, and his head was covered with frost, like a white-headed man. Although the sect's holy realm was separated from the outside world by the formation, the temperature was still extremely low at night.
Ling Chuxi was protecting the law, but Duan Feiyu didn't dare to use all his strength to withstand the severe cold. He was so cold that his whole body became stiff and his limbs twitched. Now he couldn't bear it anymore.
"It's nothing serious now." Ling Chuxi was a little embarrassed. Originally, Cang Yuan had finished the treatment long ago, but she forgot that there was still a person standing outside, causing him to be blown by the cold wind for most of the night.
Duan Feiyu looked at Duan Xiaomo and found that his state was very different from before. Although there was no expression on his face, there was no longer the same hollow and confused look in his eyes.