"Everything should be done sooner rather than later."
Because he wanted to solve the chaotic problem in his body, Ningxia summoned Daojun Yuanheng early in the morning to see when he would be free.
It's a pity that the other party happened to have something to do, and said that he would be free to come to her in a few days, and asked her to rest in the yard for a few days and wait.
The other party also specifically asked her not to go out as much as possible, probably because she was afraid that she might cause another accident while still being injured and showing off her accident constitution.
But even if the other party didn't tell her, she wouldn't leave the courtyard in a short time, because Ningxia's current physical condition really couldn't withstand the complications.
But with the chaotic situation inside her body, she really had nowhere to adjust her breath. She was afraid that such a complicated situation would become more chaotic, so she simply curled up in her room and slept.
I slept for several days in a row, neither practicing nor studying formations. I felt like my whole body was a little degenerate, but I also felt a sense of comfort that I had not seen for a long time.
For how long, it seems that she has been doing all kinds of things, busy with various tasks, running for survival... Anyway, she has never had a good rest.
It's funny to say that in her previous life when humans could only live for a hundred years, she lived a leisurely life with every day leisurely. But now in the world of cultivation with infinite possibilities, she doesn't dare to take a day off and rushes around day and night. Either injured or on the way to injury.
Now that she suddenly had such an opportunity, she felt even more... that only people can live happier lives. Alas, she has such a hard life and needs to worry about it every day. It turns out that her heart is not open enough.
But how can this person be happy if he wants to be happy while he is still alive? There are still more people walking around, and everyone is forced to survive.
And all the relatives and friends probably received the reminder from Daojun Yuanheng, so no one came to her yard these days, so it was quite clean.
On her third day of rest behind closed doors, someone finally knocked on her door. In fact, strictly speaking, it is not a human being, but a spiritual sword.
She felt that the formation in the courtyard was slightly loose, as if something had run in. Ningxia heard the movement and immediately ran out to take a look.
Because the formations in this courtyard are guarded at all levels, it would be difficult for ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators to break through without her.
But this time it was different. Without warning, the thing that came in seemed to simply tear a hole in this dangerous restriction and jump in directly. The formation didn't even attack him. Who is it?
"It's you -" Ning Xia looked at the "visitor" who was running around in the yard and flew to her as soon as he saw her. She smiled helplessly, and her shoulders that were tense due to guarding relaxed. down.
She touched the opponent's sword with some nostalgia: "Have you repaired your body? You look much more energetic than before."
"Why did you come here by yourself? Where is your master -" The other party was running around her like a puppy. Ningxia retracted her hand, as if to see what it wanted to do.
"Have you been talking to it like this before?" A voice suddenly sounded next to her, startling Ningxia.
"Huh? Uh-huh." She nodded in confusion and shouted: "Master Yuanheng." She realized that she should salute.
Seeing the girl acting like she was trying to make up for the salute, Daojun Yuanheng was angry and a little amused: "What are you doing? Did you have the rules to salute me when you saw me in the past? Why are you so polite all of a sudden?"
"Isn't it true that etiquette cannot be abolished?" Ning Xia argued in a low voice, but after all, she was not a person with such rules, she just moved her mouth.
Daojun Yuanheng was too lazy to waste time with this talkative guy. His eyes fell on Ruzhang who was running around behind Ningxia at some point: "You haven't answered me yet."
"Yes, yes, I think these spirit swords are boring sometimes, but they can't speak, so we can't communicate. They can't say that I have a mouth, so it's good for me. I think they all like it very much." Ning Xia said.
"Then they can't speak, so how do you know they're bored? And how do you know they like it?" Daojun Yuanheng raised his eyebrows, quite intent on getting to the bottom of it.
Well, she really couldn't tell this. Although she and Zhong Huanjian had the same mind, sometimes she really couldn't interpret his meaning completely and accurately. After all, one is a human and the other... is a sword.
Communication is actually mostly based on guesswork.
Not to mention other spiritual swords, she didn't really understand the sword language, she only half-assumed and half-guessed, and often even used it for her own amusement.
Ah, it looks like she's a bit talkative.
"Disciple just knows." Ning Xia pursed her lips, but refused to admit it verbally.
"Okay, okay, isn't this me teasing you? Why are you so serious? I remember that when we first met, you could tolerate it and never make a sound no matter how much you teased me."
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"Why did you come here by yourself? Where is your master -" The other party was running around her like a puppy. Ningxia retracted her hand, as if to see what it wanted to do.
"Have you been talking to it like this before?" A voice suddenly sounded next to her, startling Ningxia.
"Huh? Uh-huh." She nodded in confusion and shouted: "Master Yuanheng." Then she realized that she should salute.
Seeing the girl acting like she was trying to make up for the salute, Daojun Yuanheng was angry and a little amused: "What are you doing? Did you have the rules to salute me when you saw me in the past? Why are you so polite all of a sudden?"
"Isn't it true that etiquette cannot be abolished?" Ning Xia argued in a low voice, but after all, she was not a person with such rules, she just moved her mouth.
Daojun Yuanheng was too lazy to waste time with this talkative guy. His eyes fell on Ruzhang who was running around behind Ningxia at some point: "You haven't answered me yet."
"Yes, yes, I think these spirit swords are boring sometimes, but they can't speak, so we can't communicate. They can't say that I have a mouth, so it's good for me. I think they all like it very much." Ning Xia said.
"Then they can't speak, so how do you know they're bored? And how do you know they like it?" Daojun Yuanheng raised his eyebrows, quite intent on getting to the bottom of it.
Well, she really couldn't say this. Although she and Zhong Huanjian had the same mind, sometimes she really couldn't interpret his meaning completely and accurately. After all, one is a human and the other... is a sword.
Communication is actually mostly based on guesswork.
Not to mention other spiritual swords, she didn't really understand the sword language, she only half-assumed and half-guessed, and often even used it for her own amusement.
