With a level of cultivation, turning dead things into living things, he felt that as the leader of the sect, he was too stable and too idle.
He kept talking about how difficult Shui Miaomiao was to discipline and how troublesome he was, but in the end, he actually showed off a level of cultivation to make people laugh.
Shui Miaomiao really refreshes his impression of her every day. Thinking about it, he still underestimated Shui Miaomiao's attractiveness.
But it is not good for them to pay too much attention to Shui Miaomiao. This is not the focus now.
The Saint Yuan Ancestor recovered his thoughts and said softly, "Go back." The ice blue butterfly flew back to Shui Miaomiao's head and stopped on Yueqin's law to act as a decoration.
Shui Miaomiao thought she was talking about herself, so she turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the Saint Yuan Ancestor.
"You move really fast."
Shui Miaomiao took back her steps, "I'm just afraid of disturbing my ancestor's peace."
"That's enough." Saint Yuan Ancestor glanced at the fish balls on the small coffee table, "You give me a bowl of fish balls, and I will give you a small thing."
"No need, everyone made the fish balls together. It is not my fault alone. I will not receive any reward without credit."
"You will like it." Ancestor Saint Yuan interrupted Shui Miaomiao. With a hook of his hand, Shui Miaomiao involuntarily raised his left hand, exposing the back of his hand.
The Saint Yuan Patriarch took out something, but Shui Miaomiao didn't see it clearly. It felt like a tattoo sticker. The Saint Yuan Patriarch pressed it on the back of Shui Miaomiao's left hand.
hot! Burning hot.
Shui Miaomiao gritted her teeth, not wanting to make a sound of pain in front of the Saint Yuan Ancestor, but she still couldn't help but want to withdraw her hand, which was firmly held by the Saint Yuan Ancestor.
Shui Miaomiao felt that she could almost smell the mushy smell, and then the Saint Yuan Ancestor let go of his hand and poured the herbal tea on the side onto the back of Shui Miaomiao's hand.
'Trick~~'
Shui Miaomiao held her left hand and squinted her eyes. Apart from the burning pain and a little tea leaf hanging on the back of her hand, she couldn't see anything else.
"Run spiritual power." Looking at Shui Miaomiao's confused expression, the Saint Yuan Ancestor helplessly reminded that everything must be supported by spiritual power. This is also common sense.
Obviously Shui Miaomiao didn't know. After listening to the words of the Saint Yuan Ancestor, she was reluctant and could only follow the instructions and transfer her spiritual power to her left hand.
As the spiritual power circulated, the burning feeling on his hand gradually dissipated. Shui Miaomiao stepped forward, and a silver pattern appeared on the back of his hand, which was very light.
You can't tell what it looks like, because the lines are flowing with the spiritual power. The more spiritual power is used, the thicker the silver color becomes. You don't need to get close to see it to see it.
After a wave of dizziness, Shui Miaomiao fell to the ground, and her eyes fell into brief darkness.
The Saint Yuan Ancestor was shocked, and his tone raised a level, "I only asked you to give it a try, and I didn't ask you to use all your spiritual power."
The feeling of being drained of spiritual power was very bad. Shui Miaomiao supported the rockery on the side to stabilize her dizziness and explained to the Saint Yuan Ancestor, "I just feel that the spiritual power has no other effect except to light up. I thought it was because I was running out of spiritual power.”
The Saint Yuan Ancestor glanced at the clearly visible silver flowing lines on the back of Shui Miaomiao's hands. He did not expect that Shui Miaomiao could shine like this at this level of cultivation.
He closed his eyes and silently used his consciousness. Very good. Even if Shui Miaomiao was in front of him now, he could only vaguely sense it, but the time was very short. The silver light only lasted for two or three seconds before disappearing. .
It can't be considered to be the use of this thing at all.
"This object is a shadow burial. It can hide all traces of you. Even advanced detection and tracking techniques cannot locate you."
Shui Miaomiao's eyes were tightly closed, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly. This was something she would really like, so that as long as she could run out of the sect, Xianyan Immortal Lord and the others would not be able to find her, and it would be easier for her to move.
"However, due to the brightness, your weak silver light can only be seen when you are close to your eyes. People below the Peiyuan stage cannot detect you."
The Saint Yuan Ancestor's words made Shui Miaomiao feel cold.
"And you must continue to supply spiritual energy."
Shui Miaomiao's heart was completely cold. Can she continue to use her spiritual power? She can't!
But a means is better than none.
Shui Miaomiao, who was still feeling dizzy, noticed that Saint Yuan Ancestor must have stood up. She felt that he stretched out his hand and shook it above his head, and his body warmed up.
"You take a moment and wait until your spiritual power has recovered before you go out, otherwise they will think I abused you."
The surroundings became quiet, and Shui Miaomiao, who was resting against the rockery, discovered that the yard that seemed lively at first was actually a yard without even the chirping of insects and birds.
The spiritual power has recovered to a level, and I have to thank the Saint Yuan Ancestor, otherwise he would not have recovered so quickly. Shui Miaomiao slowly opened his eyes, and the shadow of the Saint Yuan Ancestor was gone. There was a dim lamp on the small coffee table. And the bowl of untouched fish balls.
Standing up while holding on to the rockery, Shui Miaomiao pouted, opened the food box, and put in the cool fish balls on the small coffee table.
Shui Miaomiao looked at the back of her left hand. If she didn't use her spiritual power, there would be nothing on the back of her hand. This shadow burial was said to be a gift in return for sending fish balls, but in the end, she didn't eat any of the fish balls.
I knew that the Saint Yuan Ancestor wouldn't eat it, and I thought the Saint Yuan Ancestor wouldn't be able to clean it up either. It would make people upset, so I'd better take it away.
Shui Miaomiao patted the ashes on his body, straightened his hair, walked through the wall, and returned to Ying Mansion.
It was already very late, and the Ying Mansion was completely dark. The bustle of the Ying Mansion had dispersed, and only the residences would light up the lights at night.
I want to summon a spark, but it only has one level of spiritual power, which is very unreliable.
Shui Miaomiao shook her head, and the ice blue butterfly flapped its wings a few times, emitting a soft light blue light.
It's not very bright, but at least I can see a step or two of the way.
"Ning Chi and the others are not stupid enough to keep waiting for me." Shui Miaomiao said to himself, emboldening himself, "I knew that I would not be able to come back so easily after meeting the Saint Yuan Ancestor... ·”
Everyone originally wanted to wait, but Lan Jixuan advised everyone that Shui Miaomiao would give fish balls to the Saint Yuan Ancestor. Maybe the Saint Yuan Ancestor would want to teach Shui Miaomiao a move or two. There is no point in waiting and he will let Shui Miaomiao Miao has a heavy burden after coming back, so it is better for everyone to go and have a rest as soon as possible to save some food.
What Lan Jixuan said did make sense. After waiting for a while, everyone dispersed.
At the fork in the road, Shui Miaomiao pondered, "Should I go back to Dongyuan or go to the big kitchen?"
The discomfort caused by the depletion of spiritual energy made Shui Miaomiao feel hungry, but she had no appetite, so it was better to go back to Dongyuan and rest directly.
But these were not the main reasons for Shui Miaomiao to stop.
She would get lost during the day, let alone in this night. Shui Miaomiao was trying to remember which road was the big kitchen, which road was Dongyuan, which road was safe, and which road she would not get lost.
After a while, Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but look back and said mockingly, "Maybe I should spend the night in the courtyard of the Saint Yuan Ancestor."
Looking back, there was light in the distance.
Shui Miaomiao thought she would be frightened, but the light was very bright. With just one glance, Shui Miaomiao could identify the person in the center of the light. She felt so reassured that Shui Miaomiao laughed.
