Today is Also a Mudslide That Crosses the World

Should he go back and beat himself up for teaching Little Xingxing the word pervert?

Without getting the expected response, Xingyun lowered her eyes and looked at the small porcelain-white medicine bottle in her hand.

I want to be praised by the master.

At this time, Master, he should have already dealt with the matter at hand.

...she just glanced at it quietly.

If there is something wrong with Master, she will come back and continue to practice!

Thinking of this, Xingyun immediately got up and ran to Jiyue's room.

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"Master?"

The room was dark, Xing Yun called softly.

She felt that she might have come at the wrong time.

Master may be asleep.

Hanging her head, Xingyun was a little disappointed, and the little candle in her mind suddenly said:

"Cultivators above Jindan generally don't need to rest, and the old fox may be cultivating."

"Master is not old."

She retorted softly in her mind.

Master is only twenty-three years old this year, and can be called the youngest generation of Yuan Ying cultivators.

Xing Yun listlessly pushed open the door of the medicine garden and wanted to go to the Vine Flower Pavilion for a while.

Under the starry night sky, a few bright meteors dragging their little tails flashed across from time to time. The medicine garden was quiet, and there were small fireflies with lanterns everywhere, which complemented the night sky.

Every flower and grass here seems to be shrouded in a hazy halo, like a dream.

A butterfly with glittering wings and brilliance stopped in front of Xingyun.

After a while, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew forward.

"It seems to want to express something, follow up and see."

Xing Yun responded and followed her with her short legs.

The medicine garden is very big, and Xingyun has long understood it.

Crossing the tortuous bluestone path, Xing Yun came to a sea of ​​purple flowers.

The butterfly stopped in the air, glanced at Xingyun, turned and flew away.

Xingyun waved at the figure of the butterfly.

"This is lavender, which is generally used to soothe the mind."

Xiaozhu kindly said.

Xingyun blinked, stared at a vacancy in the center of the sea of ​​flowers for a few seconds, and carefully pushed aside the lavender and walked towards the center.

"Hold the grass!"

The little candle in his mind let out an exclamation.

"What's wrong? What did you find?"

Xingyun doesn't know where she is, she only knows to walk vertically.

The lavender grows so well, if Xing Yun is not on tiptoe, she can't see all around.

The rich fragrance is tangy, and Xingyun even feels a little drowsy.

Xiaozhu's sudden silence made Xingyun feel flustered for no reason.

Her little face was slightly condensed, she bit her lips, stretched out her hand and pinched her small arm like a lotus.

The brain was much more awake, Xingyun quickened her pace, and finally saw a color other than purple.

Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when she saw the scene in front of her clearly, Xing Yun's little heart that had just landed was lifted up again.

In a small open space in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a red sandalwood bed with a swaying curtain.

As the curtain rose and fell, Xing Yun saw the person lying on the bed.

Is the master.

Although Master's sleeping face didn't look any different, Xing Yun felt very uneasy in her heart.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Xingyun asked in a low voice in the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

Hearing the fear and worry hidden in the little girl's words, Xiao Zhu was no longer the coward of the past, and said in a serious voice:

"The breath is weak, but..."

Before she could finish speaking, the little girl rushed to the bedside, biting her lips tightly, her chest heaving much more frequently, her breathing was disordered, and she seemed very worried.

There was a layer of mist in the big eyes, but stubbornly did not let it fall.