"You... don't seem to be sleeping much lately?" True Lord Yuanheng sat upright in front of the table in the room, pouring himself a cup of tea. The hot tea was steaming upwards, covering the outline of his jaw, but it was too late. Didn't drink it for a long time.
Ning Xia was sitting quietly on the couch, meditating seriously with her eyes closed, when she heard Master Yuan Heng's question unexpectedly, and she opened her eyes in shock.
Ningxia: "???" Why did you say this so well?
Well, how could I still sleep when I was seasick, in such an unsafe environment, and had a bad premonition?
If she can still sleep like this, what's the difference between her and a pig... Ningxia screamed desperately in her heart. However, the most basic calm was maintained on the surface.
Seeing the serious look on the face of True Lord Yuan Heng, Ning Xia stopped unconsciously: "...I always feel that tonight is a little too quiet."
She asked anyway.
After having a bad premonition that day, Ning Xia tossed and turned, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, even if she wanted to deceive herself that it had nothing to do with her, it was useless.
The monk's intuition and inspiration have always been somewhat accurate. Especially for her, she had managed to avoid countless disasters thanks to her extraordinary senses. Ningxia couldn't ignore this unfounded feeling.
Ningxia had also reported this kind of thing to Zhenjun Yuanheng, but the other party seemed to be indifferent every time, or he would naturally talk about other things, which made her wonder if she was being suspicious.
But as time went by, this premonition and uneasiness gradually became stronger and reached a point where it could not be ignored.
However, Zhenjun Yuanheng didn't show anything about it, and Ningxia couldn't be hysterical, doubting this or that. In the end, I could only secretly increase my vigilance and warn myself not to relax.
If something really happened, even if True Lord Yuan Heng was around, he wouldn't be able to save her life.
Ningxia has always been very self-aware and knows how to be prepared for danger in times of peace.
So the final effect is just as Zhenjun Yuanheng sees it. She was a little too nervous. Of course... it was impossible to fall asleep.
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After all, Dianjiangcao is not really a rare spiritual herb in China, but the Golden Return Pill is exactly what he needs.
However, the other things in his hand at that time were really not suitable for selling. They were either dusty treasures that the monks here did not recognize, or rare treasures that could not be taken out and placed in the sun. In the end, he could only use a small amount of cinnamon grass as exchange according to the situation, and unexpectedly got something good from the girl, which he had never thought of before.
Strictly speaking, everyone gets what they need. When the other party took away some crimson grass, she was obviously very happy. This was probably what she needed.
However, Gu Huai remembered this favor.
Just not yet.
What he should do most is stay away from anyone. Anyone who has anything to do with him will be affected if those mad dogs find out.
This is the thing that Gu Huai feels the most these days.
Those people haven't given up yet, and may be lurking in a corner, waiting for him to relax and expose his flaws before delivering a fatal blow. Maybe they were peeping at him somewhere at this moment, with a malicious sense of cat-and-mouse.
Gu Huai covered his entire sight with his arms and temporarily indulged in the darkness, as if he could gain temporary peace of mind in this way.
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"How come there are always banquets everywhere? Can't we wait until we get ashore to hold them?" Ning Xia asked curiously. Still can't bear it for a while? It’s impossible.
Seeing the empty deck, which was completely different from the bustling scene of people coming and going in the past few days, Ning Xia couldn't help but asked curiously.
Due to the frequent private banquets held by those powerful men, not many monks come up to the deck to "socialize" now. In addition, now that everyone's interest in them has waned, there are far fewer eyes on them. The two of them don't have to act all the time, and the way they get along is much more relaxed.
It was good, but such a strange situation quickly aroused Ningxia's questions.
It's normal to be like this for half a day, but wouldn't it be strange to be like this every day?
In the world of cultivation, social banquets are not uncommon. They are mostly for the purpose of establishing diplomatic relations and communicating with each other. There is no difference between banquets for mortals. If I had to talk about it, maybe the topic would be a little different.
But even in the mortal world, banquets are never held every day, at least there must be a suitable reason. After all, this kind of activity is carried out by the upper class to show off their power and show off their wings. How could there be so many like-minded companions?
Compared with the mortal world, more emphasis is placed on the level of cultivation, and the world of cultivation, which pays attention to strength, is naturally no exception.
Ningxia has been cultivating for many years, and has participated in many banquets with various themes, and there are many dangers involved in them. However, they are all famous teachers, and they all have their own themes and purposes.
I have never heard of such a banquet held with the frequency of three meals a day.
Are these people too idle?
Well, indeed... Looking back at the bored faces, Ning Xia felt that they were probably going to be bored.
There is really a lack of entertainment in the world of cultivation. It seems that even she has not thought about having fun for a long time, other than practicing.
True Lord Yuanheng said a little casually: "...think others are as simple-minded as you?" He said this without forgetting to set up a barrier around the area, probably because he was afraid that others would pass by and listen, although there were only two of them on the deck. There seemed to be no one else. But Zhenjun Yuanheng still maintained the most basic vigilance.
"Why am I so naive?" Feeling that the surrounding sounds were blocked, Ning Xia couldn't help but feel relieved to chat with Zhenjun Yuanheng.
He still sounded a little unconvinced... Glancing at someone who clearly disagreed, Zhenjun Yuanheng laughed out loud: "This is the real world of cultivation, where there is indulgence, undercurrents, arrogance, and corruption. .Everyone, ordinary people, the weak...even the strong are trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves."
This is the most "scenery" that Zhenjun Yuanheng has seen since his cultivation. Chaos, unclear positions and obscurity are the norm in today's world of cultivation.
After all, Ningxia was still too young, her journey was too short, and she was too well protected by the sect and them. In her eyes, the world of cultivation is such a beautiful and peaceful scene.
The most terrifying thing in the world of cultivation is not that a fatal disaster may come at any time... but that you have no way of knowing who caused you to be like this until you die tragically.
Sometimes, even if you have great strength, you can't escape the villain's mischief.
These villains may not have strong power, and may usually only bow their heads and grovel before the strong, but as long as there is an opportunity and they seize the opportunity, they can stir up the situation and pull a generation of strong men off the throne.
True Lord Yuan Heng never looked down upon people, especially villains.
