Chapter 4474: The Weapon Spirit of the Portable Space (16)

Ning Miao has a middle-grade single fire spirit root. She is very smart and knows almost everything. After Qian Yan helped introduce the energy into her body, she returned to the palace.

 She touched the spot in her hair on her forehead. There was a red mole there, which was the mark of the contract with space. According to the little fairy, after signing this contract, you can hide your aura. As long as people are not stronger than the little fairy, they will not be able to see through her situation. If she does not take the initiative to expose her, her body's strength will not be leaked.

It is extremely safe to take it this way, she has no worries at all, she just needs to practice well.

Ning Miao walked to the window and gently pushed it open. The moonlight tonight was just right, which was very suitable for practicing. She took a quilt to cover her body, faced out the window to the moon, and began to practice.

 From tomorrow onwards, she is going to spend more time outside. The little fairy said that she mainly practiced the technique of absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. It was a little slow at the beginning, but it would become faster once she truly understood the secrets. She can also absorb spiritual energy, but there is little spiritual energy in this world, so she didn't choose to major in spiritual energy techniques for her.

 One night passed, and Ning Miao was not tired.

  Sensing someone coming from the palace, she returned to the bed.

 This night, Qian Yan was also paying attention to Ning Miao's situation. Ning Miao's xinxing is indeed very good. She just practiced for one night and her quality is very good.

Ning Miao has already sat up and is being dressed by the palace servants. She seems to want to have breakfast and then go out for a walk.

 The morning sun is the most beneficial to cultivation, so Ning Miao will not miss it.

Ning Miao thought in her heart: "Little fairy, are you still there?"

  Qian Yan: “Here.”

"The little fairy should be planning to contract a lot of people. I can help you recommend some people. Do you mind? In fact, I am not familiar with them. I just heard some rumors. Whether they can succeed depends on the little fairy herself. To confirm.”

Ning Miao, who has now entered the path of cultivation, also knows that cultivation requires not only mind but also talent.

Qianyan said: "You said it."

Ning Miao would be great if she could recommend some people to her. As long as they have good character and talent, she will not refuse them. The contract has been studied, and there is nothing for these people to regret it in the future.

"Prince Rong Song Chun, I call him the Seventeenth Emperor's Uncle. He has devoted himself to studying alchemy in recent years and has invited many Taoist priests to his home. I often heard that his house was bombed. The Seventeenth Emperor's Uncle has no wife. He has no children, is not a womanizer, and is not greedy for power. I have met him a few times, and I feel that he has a relatively cheerful and pure temperament. If he has the talent to practice, he must study hard every day and bring a lot of feedback to the space." "Okay, are there any more?" Qian Yan remembered this Prince Rong, and the fact that he could often blow up houses aroused a lot of interest in her.

Ning Miao said: "Little fairy, you can go to Leng Palace to have a look, maybe you can gain something."

 At the Leng Palace, Qian Yan really planned to go and see it.

Ning Miao was already having breakfast, and Qian Yan planned to go to Leng Palace first to see if he could gain anything.

As she drifted along, she did not forget to pay attention to the palace people on the road. Until she reached the Leng Palace, she couldn't see anyone with spiritual roots. Sure enough, it was not easy to find someone with spiritual roots in a place with such thin spiritual energy.

Finally arrived at the Leng Palace. There were many concubines living here, but they were not the concubines of the current emperor Song Hui. Song Hui had true love, but he didn't take many concubines since he took his true love to his side. She glanced at the mentally disturbed concubines one by one and shook her head gently. Unfortunately, none of them had spiritual roots.

Just as she was about to leave, a voice sounded: "Ladies, come out and bask in the sun. It's good for your health."

“Don’t just sit on the ground. Isn’t there a chair here? Yes, be good, sit on the chair.”

Qian Yan did not leave, staring at the little palace maid who was taking care of the concubines in the Leng Palace. She did not look like she was in the Leng Palace.

 When the other party finished the arrangements, he returned to the room, and Qian Yan followed her, because this palace maid had spiritual roots, which was still middle grade, but with double spiritual roots, but it was not bad, Mizuki.

"well…"

“I didn’t expect that I would still be taking care of a group of mental patients in another place, but the conditions are a bit worse. After taking care of people, it will be very boring.” The little palace maid held her head and muttered in a low voice.

Qianyan is surprised, a time traveler?

 This kind of mind is really suitable for cultivating immortals.

 (End of this chapter)

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