The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Yunying didn't know that everything she did was presented in front of others through a water mirror.

"Third Young Master..." The boy named Ah Lin hesitated to speak.

Opposite him, the boy with Danfeng eyes was fascinated by the situation in the water mirror.

"You shouldn't pay so much attention to a person who is suspected." Ah Lin endured it a few times, but still couldn't help saying this.

The boy didn't even raise his eyes: "Father just doesn't let me practice, he didn't say that I can't do other things."

"But this Mingyue Sect disciple..." The young man slightly raised his eyes to look at him, Ah Lin stopped talking suddenly, and lowered his head, "Your subordinate made a mistake."

The boy waved his hand: "Don't be an eyesore in front of me, go and report to your father, that's what you should do. It's best to tell me how to save this person who has the aura of the devil, how to use the Nirvana Pill Hang her, and tell my father every detail. Maybe he can give me a slap in the face to help you out all these years."

His tone was indifferent, and there was no meaning of ridicule, but it was particularly harsh to Ah Lin's ears.

But this cannot be refuted, his mission is indeed the case.

Even Ah Lin himself didn't understand why he had to follow the third son at every step, why the third son had done so many ridiculous things over the years, but the owner of the valley didn't say a word and let him gossip.

If he sent himself to supervise the accompanying reading, then the owner of the valley should not ignore anything; if his duty is to monitor, then what exactly should he monitor? The absurdity of the third son has never changed. What is the meaning of his existence? What?
Ah Lin backed away silently, and the boy turned his gaze to Shui Jing again.

In the water mirror, Yunying was meditating cross-legged, the aura around her body became more and more intense, and her complexion became obviously rosy.

"It must have cost you a lot." He looked at the water mirror and muttered to himself. No one knows better than him how desperate it is to face a body that is waiting to be repaired, and what kind of pain you have to endure to restore it to its full potential. .

Yun Ying was indeed in pain, the meridians were so fragile that even with the softest water and wood qi, she felt as painful as being sprinkled on the wound with salt water.

But she got used to it by enduring it. From the day she embarked on the road of cultivation, she seemed to be enduring all kinds of pain, and she had already become numb.

Enduring the pain numbly, and recovering slowly, it took another three days and three nights to finally feel better, not to be as weak and sleepy as before, with no strength to restrain the chicken.

She was finally able to stand up, although she fell down immediately when she stood up, but she gradually adapted, and finally stood firm and took a step.

Surrounded by unfamiliar scenery, the originally bright sunshine went to nowhere, the sky was filled with lead-colored clouds, and there were thin raindrops falling, falling on the face and neck, cool and refreshing, Yunying turned back Come and see how hot you are.

As the rain fell, fog rose from nowhere, and the precipitous green fields in front of me were all white.

I didn't recognize the direction at first, but now I can't recognize it even more.

Yun Ying only felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Who did she provoke? Since she entered Ice Moon Valley, her bad luck has continued. Now she is unaccompanied on other people's territory, and it is really too much to be drenched in water. It's worse.

She lamented her experience, followed her memory, staggered forward with her hands on her chest, but she didn't know that someone was smiling behind the water mirror so much that the corners of her mouth were grinning behind her ears.