This expression disappeared in an instant, and she raised her charming smile again, "Don't worry, this is not a sinister way to hurt or force people. This thing is just to leave a seed in your heart. It will bear whatever flowers it blooms.
It’s up to you.”
As she spoke, she took out an exquisite wooden box. If you looked closely, you could see a layer of dust on it.
It seems that the owner left it in the corner for too long without paying attention to it, so it accumulated dust.
Who knows what this is and whether it is harmful, let alone someone who wants to harm her.
"Yu Zhenjun, why don't you use it...I can solve this problem myself..."
Tong Yan didn't dare and didn't want to. Protest and rejection were written all over his body. However, Yu Jiaojiao didn't seem to notice it at all. She carefully wiped off the dust on the box and then opened it gently.
With the sound of the box opening, her heart skipped a beat, and she said with a dying struggle: "I think we may already be in love, and we don't need these external things to maintain it!"
Yu Jiaojiao: "I don't want you to think it, I want me to think it, listen to me."
Children's words: "..."
Little master, wake up quickly!!!
I can't bear it anymore!!
However, because of the riot in spiritual power, Ji Xing had to concentrate on sorting out his spiritual power. Although he noticed a strange aura coming over, the aura did not have murderous intent on them. Tong Yan did not call for help, so he did not force himself to wake up.
Of course, even if you wake up, you won't be able to hear Tong Yan's inner cry.
Seeing Tong Yan's guarded look, Yu Jiaojiao sneered in vain: "Why are you looking like this? If I want to kill you, I need to do these little tricks."
Tong Yan lowered her head, knowing of course that with her strength it was not necessary.
Yu Jiaojiao didn't want her to answer anything, it was just her completely defensive state that made her dissatisfied.
You know, it's rare for her to be interested in doing such a good thing.
Snapping the lid of the open wooden box, Yu Jiaojiao said with a lack of interest: "Since my nephew doesn't want to, then forget it. You look like you are facing an enemy, as if I am going to do something bad. This
The contents in the box were originally intended for my own use, but unfortunately the world is unpredictable and I can no longer use them."
She glanced at Tong Yan and continued: "I see your lover and concubine, and I want to help you. Since I don't appreciate it, I might as well not do it."
After saying that, he threw the box to the side, and the box flew into the air and turned into ashes.
Tong Yan no longer wanted to complain about which of her eyes saw the love between their lover and concubine.
However, as Yu Jiaojiao finished speaking, she looked at the gray object after flying out in surprise, wondering if it was really something strange?
Seeing that Yu Jiaojiao's expression and tone didn't seem to be fake, and the wooden box was destroyed in front of her, Tong Yan naturally believed a little bit in her heart, "Thank you, Yu Zhenjun, for your understanding."
Yu Jiaojiao glanced at the red dot that suddenly appeared on Tong Yan's left wrist as if casually, slightly curled her lips, and then said: "Nothing, since I don't want my help, I'll leave first. I just went
I’ve taught a bunch of short-sighted people a lesson, and now I’m a little tired.”
"Disciple, I respectfully send you off to Mr. Yu Zhen." Tong Yan bent down to see her off, hoping in her heart that she would leave soon.
Yu Jiaojiao's eyes lingered on Jing Xing for a few seconds, then looked at Tong Yan in front of her, and said: "Your lover's spiritual power is raging at the moment, his meridians are flowing backwards, and his cultivation is regressing. It may be minor."
After saying that, he threw two medicine bottles over and said with a chuckle: "There are pills in them to treat you. It is a little thought from me. I hope you will achieve enlightenment as soon as possible."
Yu Jiaojiao was an alchemist and had Nascent Soul cultivation, so the pills given to her were naturally good things. Tong Yan knew the weight of this 'gift' and quickly thanked her. When he looked up, the person in front of him had already left.
Tong Yan held the coming Ji Xing next to him. After taking his own medicine, he hesitated for a moment with the remaining bottle. Should he disturb the person who was sorting out his spiritual power at this time?
In the end, I decided to give it a try twice. It is natural to take the right medicine first, "Little Master, Little Master."
"Little Master Ji Xing." She called him several times, and finally he was woken up by her.
But at this moment, Ji Xing's beautiful brows were furrowed, and he was probably a little dissatisfied with her behavior.
"Is there something wrong with the child donor?"
Tong Yan quickly handed over the elixir and said, "This is the elixir to treat your injury. You should take it first."
Ji Xing's eyes lingered on the elixir bottle for a moment, and he took it without refusal. As soon as he opened it, the strong fragrance of the medicine wafted out. It turned out to be a sixth-grade healing elixir, with high quality.
There was a little surprise in his eyes. Such a precious elixir was not something that a disciple in the Qi training stage could have.
Even an ordinary family can't get it easily, unless they are a senior alchemist of level six or above. How did she get it?
"You..." Ji Xing stopped before he started speaking. He felt that Xu was given to her in the secret realm or given by her elders. These were all private secrets and he shouldn't ask any more questions.
However, Tong Yan didn't think it was such a private matter, so he continued to explain, "An uncle from our sect passed by here just now. He saw that we were all injured and gave it to us specially."
He sensed a strange aura approaching, but he never expected that it was her uncle. Ji Xing said: "The poor monk would like to thank this senior a lot. I don't know what his name is. When I see you in the future, I must thank you in person."
Thinking that Yu Zhenjun had coveted Ji Xing, Tong Yan felt a little unspeakably guilty, "This uncle has a bad temperament. I will recommend him to you when I meet him in the future. Take medicine first, healing is important."
Ji Xing didn't say much. He took the elixir, saw Tong Yanbu's defensive formation, took out the formation flag and replenished it.
Both of them were injured, so they didn't say much and just took advantage of the effects of the elixir to fall into trance.
The next day, Tong Yan woke up first, glanced at Ji Xing who was still meditating, cleaned himself up, and silently started preparing food.
Ji Xing opened his eyes very cleverly and woke up not long after the meal was ready, which made Tong Yan a little suspicious, whether he knew that he was cooking and deliberately missed the time to wake up.
After the two of them had eaten, Ji Xing took out a few storage bags. Because their owners were dead, the storage bags became ownerless and could be opened easily.
After pouring all the things on the ground, Ji Xing said to Tong Yan: "Tong Donor, you can take whatever you need here."
"Ah? These all belong to you, how can I have the nerve to take them." Ji Xing's generosity surprised her, but out of principle and reserve, she still refused.
"You're welcome. These things are just external items. Feel free to take them."
It can also be considered as compensation for causing her trouble.
"Then... I won't be polite." Tong Yan looked at the pile of things on the ground and was somewhat moved.
She conservatively picked a light sword and left some of the talismans and elixirs untouched.
Ji Xing looked at her doubtfully: "Is that all? There should be a lot here that you can use."
Tong Yan smiled and said, "You killed them. I didn't do anything. These are enough."
She is not very greedy and knows that she shouldn't take too much.
Ji Xing frowned and didn't say anything. He reached out and picked out the things on the ground, sorted them, and put them in two bags.
He took one of them to Tong Yan and said, "The poor monk can't use these, just take it."
Afraid that the boy wouldn't answer, he added, "I'm a poor monk returning the spiritual stone you lent me before."
Tong Yan was still hesitating in his heart, but under his gaze, his body subconsciously obeyed and took over obediently.
She looked inside with her spiritual consciousness and saw that most of the pile of spiritual stones, spiritual herbs and magic weapons on the ground were given to her.
"This is too much, it's like giving it all to me..." Tong Yan closed the bag and tried to return the things.
However, Ji Xing saw her intention and said first: "These together are not as valuable as a sixth-grade healing pill. The poor monk does not have items of equal value in his hands now, so he can only use these to repay part of it."
"Okay... okay." Ji Xing insisted again and again, and Tong Yan didn't say much. Besides, she also borrowed the help of the sixth-grade elixir, so she should accept it first. Later, she would have to find a way to repay Yu Zhenjun's favor.
After most of the injuries were healed, it was naturally time for everyone to go back to their respective homes. Tong Yan thought that since Yu Jiaojiao could be seen here, I'm afraid it's not too far from the sect, so he said goodbye to Ji Xing.
"It's time for the poor monk to return to the temple."
"Then... little master, if I want to find you in the future, how should I contact you?" Tong Yan organized the words in his mind several times before saying this.
It was obviously a normal question to ask for contact information, but she felt as nervous as a junior high school student asking her crush for her QQ number.
Weird. Weird.
However, Ji Xing didn't think much. He handed a paper crane to Tong Yan and said, "This is the message crane for the poor monk. The child donor can use it to send messages to the poor monk."
The sound transmission crane is the most basic method of sound transmission in the world of cultivation. It is roughly the same as sending text messages, but one crane only corresponds to one fixed person.
Tong Yan accepted it with joy, and an uncontrollable smile spread across her face. After she handed over her sound-transmitting crane to Ji Xing, she walked away with a silly smile all the way.
Ji Xing watched her leave with a silly smile, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. When he looked back, he glanced at the hand holding the beads and frowned suddenly.
Who is that Uncle Demon Master?
What is this red dot? Has he seen it somewhere?
…
It took Tong Yan several days to return to the Mosha Sect from the forest. This area was considered the sect's territory, and occasionally there would be qi training disciples to practice.
There are no high-level monsters, and she can also meet fellow disciples, so she won't get lost and wander off the direction, and she won't encounter any danger.
She came back early, and the large team that went to the secret realm had not returned yet. She went to the Consul Hall to hand in her mission, and then returned directly to Luo Huafeng.
Luo Huafeng has very few disciples. In addition to a few ordinary disciples who specifically serve the young sect master, there are also a few handyman disciples who are responsible for miscellaneous matters.
Not long after Tong Yan came back, Luo Dong knew about it. Near evening, he brought dinner to her small courtyard.
Luo Dong asked: "It seems that Yanhui Secret Realm has just been closed, why did you come back first?"
Tong Yan: "An accident happened, so I left the secret realm early. Where is Master, is he still in retreat?"
"The young sect leader went into seclusion on the day my junior sister went to the secret realm. This time she was promoted to Nascent Soul and will not come out in a short time."
Shang Xunruo's successful promotion to Nascent Soul is a great thing for the sect and Tong Yan, and she is really happy for him at this moment.
However, she is also a little depressed. She came out of the Yanhui Secret Realm alive, but the master went to hang up. The time has not yet been determined.
This is a trap for apprentices.
The time it takes for this golden elixir to be promoted to Nascent Soul can be long or short, it may not be as short as a few months or as long as more than ten years.
If Shang Xun goes into seclusion for about ten years...
Thinking of this, Tong Yan felt a chill in his heart.
Children without a master are just like grass.
You should know that those who have a master to guide them along the way of cultivation will take fewer detours than those who do not have a master to guide them.
Fortunately, she has a lot of sect contribution points, so she can go to Canghai Tower to exchange for various jade notes to practice on her own.
Coupled with Luo Huafeng's strong spiritual energy and sufficient cultivation resources, life would not be difficult even without a master.
If it really doesn't work, isn't there Senior Brother Luo Dong? Hehe.
In the first few months, she stayed in her residence every day to summarize the experience of this trial, improve her cultivation, and take care of her yard when she had nothing to do.
I transplanted the spiritual plants brought out from the secret realm one by one. In order to prevent them from dying, I even went to Canghai Tower and borrowed jade notes on transplanting spiritual plants to study.
During this period, Tong Yan was able to live a leisurely and secluded life, practicing swordsmanship when he was busy, and making tea and farming in his spare time.
Because she read a lot of jade papers about Lingzhi, she became interested in alchemy, and the sect's alchemy sites were all around Chunhua Peak.
There are two small peaks next to each other at the foot of Chunhua Peak. The smaller one has a basic alchemy lecture, and all disciples can attend the lecture.
The larger one is a group of alchemy rooms. Except for the space occupied by the building, various spiritual herbs used for alchemy are grown there.
There are dedicated disciples to take care of it every day, not only Chunhua Peak disciples, but also other disciples who have taken over the sect's tasks.
As for the real Chunhua Peak, except for the disciples of this peak, ordinary disciples cannot enter.
If you look like Pan An and you are as beautiful as a flower, then just pretend that I didn’t tell you.
Tong Yan brought a notebook for taking notes and came to the small alchemy class. It was not small at all. A class could seat at least two to three hundred people without it becoming crowded.
When she arrived, there were already about a hundred people sitting in the class, and since then, nearly a hundred more people have arrived one after another.
Seeing so many people coming to attend the class, Tong Yan's Xin Dao Alchemy was quite popular. Later, when she went to the formation and talisman classes, she realized how few disciples were learning alchemy.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, the teaching uncle came. After he took the stage, he glanced at everyone, then took out an alchemy furnace, picked a knowledge point at random, and started talking.
This class is obviously not an introductory class.
The lecture process of this Uncle Foundation Architect was like that of a political teacher who was an extremely old scholar. He was unsmiling and unsmiling. The people who listened were confused and drowsy.
If it wasn't for his persistence, Tong Yan would have been killed long ago.
At this time, the uncle on the stage suddenly cast his eyes towards the last row, and naturally he did not miss Tong Yan who had been staring at it.
She glanced back subconsciously, and the scene she saw made her couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
In the corner of the back row, sat a handyman disciple in gray clothes. He was listening intently to the lecture on the stage and didn't care at all about the strange looks others looked at him.
What made Tong Yan feel strange was not the disciple's calmness, but that with him as the center, all the seats in the first few rows were empty.
These disciples deliberately stayed away from him, as if there was some plague on him, and the disciple was obviously used to it.
She didn't notice the plague, but the particularly conspicuous red birthmark on the man's right face looked a bit scary at first glance.
After satisfying his curiosity, Tong Yan turned back and continued listening to the class.
She is a well-behaved and good student, how could she be distracted in class?