As soon as the two returned to the house at Huaiyuan Peak, Xu Jiaohe urged You Wenyu to explain clearly those two nonsense sentences just now.
He rushed to the Mingjing Hall from the place of cultivation and used most of his spiritual power to build mountains and peaks.
You Wenyu thought that after all he had done, he could not get a few soft words from Xu Jiaohe, but he did not expect that the other party just lifted up his clothes Shiranly and leaned against the mahogany shelf of the Babu bed without saying hello at all. He meant to sit down.
In desperation, You Wenyu had to find a low chair in front of the incense table, moved it to Xu Jiaohe, and sat down with his legs spread wide.
"Why are you dawdling?"
Xu Jiaohe pinched the various dried fruits placed on the spring bench in the palm of her hand, picked out a round and plump one and stuffed it into her mouth, raising her eyelids to look at him.
Under the snow-colored satin skirt, a shiny and slender ankle was not tied, hanging on the edge of the bed, rising and falling.
You Wenyu glanced away with his eyelashes closed, then raised his head and resumed his gentlemanly attitude of looking straight ahead: "Master, you should know that in order for a cultivator to steadily break through his own shackles and reach a higher realm, he needs to gain enlightenment from heaven and man."
"How do I know?"
Xu Jiaohe didn't like to hear these profound terms. She used the tips of her teeth to smash the shell of the dried fruit. She chewed the yellow fruit with a light roll of her red tongue and said vaguely, "I'm just an ordinary person without spiritual roots." , how could my husband tell me this?"
You Wenyu was choked into silence by her confident words, but then he thought that it was indeed the case.
He thought for a while and then said to Xu Jiaohe in plain language: "In short, I didn't have the opportunity to improve my realm, but I thought that you would encounter disaster today, so I took a thousand-year-old Danzhu grass. To forcefully break through the shackles of the soul-joining stage to the piercing stage, plus——"
"Oh I see."
Xu Jiaohe interrupted him, "You took a shortcut, so your foundation is unstable and you get hurt."
Not too stupid.
You Wenyu came to a conclusion and nodded.
Swallow the sweet dried fruit and spit the broken husk into the dirt tray nearby.
Xu Jiaohe looked at the young man up and down for a few seconds, then suddenly asked: "Then when will your injury heal?"
She is born with a soft and beautiful face, and her spring-like eyes can express her feelings without saying a word.
At this moment, You Wenyu's heartbeat skipped a beat when he asked such words that were almost caring. He was quite flattered.
He replied: "If it's just an unstable state, it can get better after adjusting the breath for a few days. However, I spent half of my spiritual power to reach the peak, so I expect that the recovery will be much slower... Probably, it will be fine in a month."
A month, so long.
Xu Jiaohe's relaxed face wrinkled, and her eyes looked at You Wenyu with a hint of darkness.
Now, although she has the amulet, who knows when that old man Xue Congjie will go crazy again and insist on dragging her to be buried with Ji Ruotan.
You Wenyu healed so slowly, wouldn't he be very unsafe during this month?
Xu Jiaohe's eyes rolled around a few times, and the young man sitting opposite him instantly guessed her thoughts.
He silently concealed the touching emotions in his heart and said quietly: "The matter of Master's wife becoming the master of Huaiyuan Peak has been made clear to the sect master. The sect master also said that the law enforcement elders are not allowed to use soul-searching techniques on you anymore. , you don’t have to worry about your own safety.”
As soon as You Wenyu put away the softness he deliberately displayed in his voice, his voice turned into a cold spring that could freeze everything.
No matter how stupid Xu Jiaohe was, she still noticed that the young man was not in a happy mood.
So I held his hand and barely showed the care of a master mother: "Wen Yu, don't think too much, I just feel that there are only two of us left in Huaiyuan Peak, and we are weak... If you are injured... If you are not good all the time, you will inevitably have to live your life by looking at other people’s eyes.”
You Wenyu put his hands on the warm and soft skin, and his eyes, which were lighter than those of ordinary people, froze.
His deep gaze and expressionless face made Xu Jiaohe feel timid. Just when she was about to take her hand back, You Wenyu held her hand back and clasped it in his palm: "Your concerns, I We all understand that as long as the disciple lives for one day, the master will be able to sit back and relax."
Xu Jiaohe married Ji Ruotan when she was young. Now she is twenty-two years old and has never had a serious relationship with anyone.
She vaguely felt that You Wenyu's attitude was a little strange, but she couldn't explain how strange it was.
But no matter what, she still knew that a widow who had just lost her husband was not allowed to have close relationships with other men.
Xu Jiaohe used all her strength to free her hand from You Wenyu's palm, and then changed the subject and said, "I still don't understand something, please help me."
Fortunately, You Wenyu didn't force it and relaxed his knuckles obediently: "Master's wife is talking about Ruan Jianqing, er, Liu Yao?"
Xu Jiaohe was fully prepared to fight against him, but the strength in her palm suddenly disappeared.
She was caught off guard and fell backwards, almost falling over on the bed.
Fortunately, he held on to the bed frame and managed to maintain a neat demeanor.
She glared at You Wenyu with anger and resentment: "What Qingyou? My soft sword is clearly called Liu Yao. Doesn't Liu Yao sound good?"
As she called out her name, the ribbon wrapped around her waist suddenly changed shape and floated in mid-air, as if she was observing the two people's actions.
Xu Jiaohe grabbed the hilt of Liu Yao's sword and placed it on You Wenyu's knees: "Let's see how powerful it is?"
Perhaps You Wenyu's swordsmanship and spiritual power came from Ji Ruotan's inheritance. Liu Yao showed no resistance against him and allowed him to inject a ray of spiritual power into every line of the sword body. The response generally lights up slightly.
You can touch the famous sword made by Taojun Wuyan himself, and you can also use your spiritual power to communicate and resonate with the sword spirit inside.
What a rare opportunity to realize the realm.
Even if he was as noble as You Wenyu, he couldn't help but his eyes brightened, and his suppressed hot breath spilled from the tip of his nose.
Xu Jiaohe didn't understand the point here, so she just waited a little impatiently.
After a while, You Wenyu handed the sword back to her, and his tone was gentler than the spring breeze: "Master's wife, I have found out Liu Yao's realm. Its power is comparable to that of a monk in the soul-joining stage. With its protection, little one can There are only a handful of people in the cave who can harm you."
There are only a handful of excuses that You Wenyu used to coax Xu Jiaohe.
However, it is true that Liu Yaojian has the power of the combined soul stage.
Xu Jiaohe felt excited.
But after she was so excited, she thought of something else: "I am a mortal, Liu Yao is a spiritual sword, and my husband is not here, can it really be controlled by me?"
"Yes, Master sealed your aura and his power in Liu Yao, so in the whole world, it is only dominated by you and Master."
Before You Wenyu finished speaking, he heard a cheer from above the bed.
He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Xu Jiaohe holding the soft sword in his arms like a heartfelt man, thanking Ji Ruotan murmuringly: "You still have to be careful, although Liu Yao has recognized you as his master, but the weapon has no eyes. Easily hurtful."
When Xu Jiaohe was the young lady of the Vice Minister's Mansion, she was often disciplined by her aunt and the mother-in-law of the inner courtyard. How could she be willing to listen to You Wenyu's nagging.
The pear dimples on her lips dangled slightly, her long eyelashes flapped like butterfly wings, and she said perfunctorily without raising her head: "Okay, okay, I know everything - Wen Yu, you must be tired," It’s getting late, why don’t you go back and rest early?”
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After sending away You Wenyu who was speechless but showing a bit of sadness, Xu Jiaohe sat back to his original position holding Liu Yao Sword.
Under the control of her thoughts, this famous sword wandered and danced in the room for a while, and connected end to end to form a perfect circle.
One person and one sword were having fun playing together.
This also greatly satisfied Xu Jiaohe's envy and yearning when he saw those immortal cultivators flying with swords.
After half a cup of tea, she suddenly felt a little tired.
It seems that even without using spiritual power to activate the soft sword, it still consumes a lot of energy and vitality.
Xu Jiaohe stroked Liu Yao contentedly, turned it back into a ribbon, tied it tightly around her waist, and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.
This sleep was dreamless, worry-free, and extremely sweet.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark night.
On Huaiyuan Peak, there are only serving servants and necessary gatekeepers. At this moment, the moon is on the top of the peak, and everything is silent.
Outside the unobstructed window lattice, clear lights maintained by spiritual power burned quietly in the four corners of the courtyard.
Xu Jiaohe fell into a drowsy sleep. With the faint light, she could see the scene on the landscape screen in the blink of an eye.
The glistening flowing river and the standing birds with folded wings symbolize that time has reached the halfway point of the Unitary hour.
"oops!"
Xu Jiaohe patted his head, lifted the thin blanket and sat up.
Her mind was still sleepy and went blank, and the habit engraved in her bones had already urged her body to spontaneously search for shoes under the bed.
It's over, it's over.
It was long past the time for dinner, and Ji Ruotan would definitely punish her by copying the "Daily Orders of Huaiyuan Peak" a hundred times.
The words Ji Ruotan rolled over the tip of his tongue, and Xu Jiaohe paused again.
She immediately covered her eyes and smiled to herself: "I forgot, my husband is no longer here."
"It's strange. When he was here, I didn't think of myself as a married woman."
"Now that he is gone, I find traces of him everywhere."
Xu Jiaohe murmured a few words subconsciously, and secretly laughed at himself for being pretentious.
She took out the fire talisman and lit the oil lamp beside the bed, then put the clothes back on her shoulders, revealing a thin pink ribbon.
The soft rustling sound lasted for a moment in the slightly dark room. Xu Jiaohe put on her clothes and stood up with her shoes on.
Before he could stretch out, his empty stomach made louder noises.
Xu Jiaohe pressed her belly, loosely pulled her hair into a bun with one hand, and inserted a Hetian jade hairpin.
She did not summon Lu Hua to come in to wait, but walked straight towards the dining hall located on the other side of the inner courtyard.
The door creaked open and closed again.
In the room where the lights were not blown out, the black shadow crawling on the side of the wardrobe moved.
It flowed down the smooth wooden surface like water and came to the bed where Xu Jiaohe had just sat.
After standing still for a while, its top layer, which was like a layer of slender threads, suddenly sprouted substantial black tentacles, which snaked downwards and picked up a small piece of dried fruit that Xu Jiaohe accidentally left on the edge of the bed. Crush the shell and throw it silently into the tray on the rejuvenation bench.
