Master Xuanyi, why does she appear here?
In an instant, An Yan's thoughts were spinning. He thought of everything that had happened in the past two days, and an uneasy feeling surged into his heart.
He quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
There was no movement in the room. The door usually made a sound when it opened and closed, but when Master Xuanyi came in, there was no sound at all.
An Yan had a vague feeling that Master Xuanyi was not as simple as practicing "mind cultivation" as outsiders said.
Even an experienced court physician had never seen that strange red anchovy fruit, so it must not be an ordinary thing!
So what is she planning on herself?
An Yan couldn't figure it out. Just when his eyes were closed tightly and his heart was uneasy, he suddenly heard a clear voice.
"Why pretend to be asleep when you're awake?"
An Yan was startled. With a sudden thought, she opened her eyes and sat up. She put one hand on the pillow and hid a protective dagger underneath.
"Real person," he said with a calm expression.
But when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that the real Xuanyi was not standing there, her feet were hovering in the air a few inches above the ground!
She is an immortal... No, she is a monk!
Master Xuanyi raised his hand lightly, and the dagger suddenly cut open the fabric under the pillow An Yan was pressing and flew out, falling into her hand.
"I saved your life, but you want to harm me?"
This made An Yan instantly realize the difference in strength between them. In the face of such a transcendent being, he should have no power to resist.
An Yan said slowly: "Zhenren's visit late at night makes people suspicious. I usually put the dagger under my pillow for self-defense. It is not aimed at Zhenren."
The dagger flew out of Xuanyi's hand again and landed smoothly on the table.
An Yan was afraid that seeing this kind of scene for the first time would seem like he was dreaming. If it weren't for the aura and aura of the person in front of him, he would have thought he had met a female ghost.
"You are in the Prime Minister's Mansion and you are the nephew of the Prime Minister. Who would have any ill intentions towards you?" Master Xuanyi asked.
"Or, have you ever done something sinister that makes you need such a sharp weapon to protect yourself?"
It's impossible to see her face clearly under the veil, but it should be as cold as her voice. Her pool-like eyes are so calm that it makes people nervous, as if they can see through a person completely.
An Yan's voice was still calm: "I'm joking, I encountered robbers when I came down to Luoyang. It was a very difficult time. Having this dagger can help me sleep more peacefully."
Master Xuanyi just looked at him, the dust in his hand was as pure as snow, hanging in the air, looking down from a high position.
"Then you didn't eat the third mango fruit, did you?"
"If I eat it, I won't know what happened tonight, right?" An Yan asked.
Master Xuanyi looked at the young man in front of him and was surprised by his calmness and calmness.
"You are really not afraid of death."
"The real person is compassionate and I don't think he will kill me." An Yan said slowly.
"If you want to get something from me, just tell me. Why bother? I can actively cooperate with you to repay you for saving your life."
An Yan spoke sincerely, and there was no trace of guilt or panic in his eyes. Even Master Xuanyi, who had keen senses, could not see any forgery. If he hadn't stood up and subconsciously touched the dagger in the first place, she might have truly believed An Yan.
"Are you really going to cooperate with me?" Master Xuanyi asked.
An Yan thought for a moment and said, "I am also a person who is greedy for life. Other than that, I will do my best."
Master Xuanyi nodded gently and said, "Are you getting married?"
An Yan was a little surprised, but considering that the other party had appeared in Wenren's Mansion, it was not surprising to know about it. In addition, she was a close servant of the Queen of Heaven, and she should be a person with good hands and eyes in Luoyang.
Xuantang, which explicitly prohibited cultivation, secretly seemed not to be entirely like this.
Master Xuanyi said: "After you get married, you are not allowed to consummate your marriage with your wife."
An Yan was stunned when he heard this. This request really surprised him.
"Why?"
"If not, your wife will die."
"..."
An Yan couldn't help but look weird when she looked at Xuanyi. Could this woman be...
Master Xuanyi looked at him and guessed what he was thinking, and suddenly snorted coldly. This sound shocked An Yan and made his head hurt.
"You have a special constitution. Wenren Jinping is just an ordinary woman. Your Yuanyang will kill her."
Physique... Yuanyang...
An Yan thought about the meaning of these two words. He had read a lot of martial arts and cultivation novels in his previous life and knew the meaning.
Is this woman worried about Wenren Jinping?
She appears in Wenren's Mansion and seems to have some friendship with Wenren's family. It is normal to think so.
No...that's not right!
That prescription, that red anchovy fruit!
She wants her own Yuanyang!
An Yan calmed down instantly. He stood up from the bed and looked at the high-ranking female crown hanging in mid-air in front of him.
This kind of thing quickly made him think of another word, the art of collecting tonic.
Did something happen in the previous two nights...
An Yan didn't know clearly, but he felt that his suspicions were very likely. At this moment, he didn't feel fear, but suddenly felt that the world in front of him suddenly became clear.
"Master, is my physique good or bad?" he asked.
"Does it make any difference to you?" Master Xuanyi said calmly. "When you live in this world, three disasters and six diseases, birth, old age, sickness and death have nothing to do with your constitution."
"Is that good for real people?" An Yan asked again.
Xuanyi's eyes moved slightly. She felt that An Yan was extremely smart. He could guess many things that she didn't explain clearly.
And just as she was thinking, An Yan suddenly bowed to her solemnly.
"Whatever the real person wants, just take it from me. I hope the real person can accept me as his disciple and teach me how to practice!"
An Yan felt that this was an extremely rare opportunity. Xiuxian asked, "Who wouldn't want to live forever?" Who doesn’t read it?
Xuantang strictly prohibited cultivation, but the people around Tianhou were monks. Everyone was unavoidable from the fear of death and had the desire to live forever!
Although this is a world where extraordinary power exists, if you miss the opportunity in Xuantang, you will never know when you want to meet a monk again.
Master Xuanyi didn't expect An Yan to show up suddenly, so he couldn't help but let out an unintelligible chuckle.
This was the first time An Yan felt other emotions from her.
"Cultivation is a capital crime, don't you know?" Master Xuanyi's voice became cold again and he spoke.
"Isn't the real person still alive and well?"
"I don't accept male disciples. Besides, you are the nephew of Prime Minister Yu and the son-in-law of Wen family."
An Yan still stood there with his head bowed, and he heard something behind the other person's voice.
Master Xuanyi looked at An Yan for a long time, his quiet eyes flickering.
She secretly thought in her heart: The period of Sui Gong has been less than two months. Even if I enter the spiritual realm, I am afraid it will be difficult to overcome the extreme yang poison. If this child can learn the cultivation method, he can practice the art of dual cultivation. It can be much more convenient.
"If you are obedient, I can teach you some Qi training techniques."
An Yan took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, bowed her head and said, "Thank you, Master!"
At this moment, Master Xuanyi turned his hand, and there was a bright red fruit in his palm. The color was extremely bright, as if it was smeared with paint.
An Yan could tell at a glance that it was very similar to the red anchovy fruit, but the difference was that the fruits he had eaten before were dry and similar to persimmons, but the one in Xuanyi's hand had plump flesh, and it must be full of juice.
"You didn't listen to my instructions before, so now you can only suffer a little bit. Although the power of this red anemone fruit will not kill you, it can make you unable to get out of bed for a few days. If you eat it, you will be completely reborn and clean up." Dirty air."
The bright red fruit like blood slowly floated in front of An Yan. An Yan looked at Master Xuan Yi, took the fruit with both hands, opened his mouth and bit into the plump flesh.
The moment the juice flowed into his throat, Anyan felt as if he was in the center of a storm. It was difficult to open his eyes and breathe. There was an unprecedented taste. There seemed to be a breath of air wandering in his body. This air was uncontrollable, like a bug under his skin. travel through.
The red fruit with only one bite fell to the ground from his hand, and an invisible force locked his eyelids. Strong sleepiness swept over him instantly, and An Yan fell to the ground with a plop.
Master Xuanyi waved the fly whisk, raised his slender hand lightly, and An Yan's body flew towards the bed on its own and landed steadily.
She flipped her hands and found another transparent glass pot. The style was really beautiful. The glass pot fell on the ground beside the bed where An Yan was lying.
Master Xuanyi turned his head and looked out the window.
The moon is bright and clear.
The sound of water gurgling.
