Can we not pretend to be pitiful?

In the past, Xianyin put aside her cultivation because she was entangled in everything, and always relied on samadhi to keep her cultivation from degrading.Ding Yimian's help gave Xianyin time to practice.

When he was cultivating, he didn't go to Tingfeng Pavilion or Biyun Terrace, he just stayed in the back mountain.

Ding Yimian came back from the human world once, and happened to see Xianyin in the back mountain.

Xianyin just stood there at first.Then he slowly raised his right hand, turning his palm over to activate the spiritual power, and he held the Dingcang Sword in his hand, Huaguang circulated around the sword.Ordinary people need to inject spiritual power to activate the saber, and the hidden sword itself is spiritual power.

Xianyin began to stimulate the spiritual power in his whole body, and the spiritual energy rising from the soles of his feet enveloped his whole body.In the blink of an eye, Ding Yimian couldn't see Xianyin's movements clearly, but he knew that these moves were new.

Because being explicit is trying.His breath was very unstable, his spiritual power fluctuated greatly, and his movements were intermittent.

The entire back mountain has already been raging with strong winds, and the snow and ice slag are rolled up all over the ground, flying wildly.

Ding Yimian stood up firmly, he knew what Master was doing.

Xianyin wants to create a move that reaches his own extreme.He already has profound spiritual power, and the divine power he obtained at the beginning was also very pure, and then he added the ancient divine sword. No one else knows how deep his spiritual power really is, and he himself has only explored it and never used it. .

A few days ago, he had tried all the moves and spells he created, and he didn't use the limit of his spiritual power.

So, he wanted to try a new move.

When Ding Yimian realized what Xianyin was doing, he was very anxious.

It's not that no one tries the moves that match their maximum spiritual power, it's just that this is not the way to try.

Before Xianyin left the customs, he stayed with his master, that is, Chengxu, for a period of time, and learned a lot.

What the master told him was to first conceive the moves completely according to his own situation, and then mobilize part of the spiritual power to practice, and slowly increase the injected spiritual power in the process of passing the moves, until the move can't bear it. until.

Be sure to stop in time to recover the spiritual power without fail.

Like Xianyin, he used his whole body's spiritual power from the very beginning, and his moves were completely trial-and-error, so the risk was too great.Even if the spiritual power can be withdrawn, it will definitely damage the meridians.

Xianyin's spiritual power was too strong, Ding Yimian couldn't move at all, and he didn't dare to go there, for fear of disturbing the movement of Xianyin's spiritual power.

Ding Yimian waited in the snow and fog, he couldn't figure out why Master would do this.

Since Yaoche left, Master has changed a lot, becoming colder than before Yaoche came.

In Ding Yimian's heart, no matter how indifferent and aloof Shenshou God is rumored from the outside world, he always knows that Master treats people well, but he is not as open as others.

He could see Master's humility and courtesy to the elders, and his love for the juniors.The master is too superior in terms of status and cultivation, so it will inevitably attract people's envy.People of the same generation say that the master is arrogant, but in fact the master just doesn't want to fight.

Ding Yimian had never felt the indifference that outsiders said in Xianyin, but now, he really felt it.

Xianyin is sealing himself up, Ding Yimian can be sure that this has something to do with Yaoche.

Ding Yimian was thinking wildly, but he didn't know that three hours had passed, and the wind around him gradually slowed down.In the end, the snowflakes and ice particles fell on the ground again, and the entire back mountain changed.

Xianyin touched the ground with both feet, and the spiritual power covering his body returned to his body.

Seeing this, Ding Yimian was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Xianyin staggered and knelt on the ground with one knee, his body supported by the Dingcang sword.

Ding Yimian quickly went over to support him: "Master, how is it?"

Xianyin glanced at him, frowned, a little absent-minded.Then he closed his eyes and tilted his head in pain.

When he looked at Ding Yimian again, his eyes were already clear.

"It's not a serious problem." Xianyin said.

Ding Yimian said: "Master, why are you bothering?" This practice method is not necessarily faster than other methods, it is the most worthwhile method.

Xianyin got up slowly, put away the Dingcang sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Just have nothing to do."

Ding Yimian has always known that Xianyin has a stubborn temper, but now he feels that Xianyin is too willful.If it wasn't for his status, he really wanted to grab Xianyin by the collar and scold him.

Disregarding Ding Yimian's impatience, Xianyin just said: "It's getting late, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning." Then he went back to the bedroom, Ding Yimian looked at his back, inexplicably feeling a little... pitiful.

Xianyin went back to the dormitory and closed the door, coughed lightly, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped it casually, and the bloody smell in his mouth gave him a moment of peace of mind.

Ding Yimian asked him why he bothered, and he said that he had nothing to do, which is true.

He can quickly finish the chores in the study, and for the rest of the time, he doesn't want to go out, so he has nothing to do.

He had to admit that he was worried about Yaoche.Worried about what happened to Yaoche during the retreat, worried that Yaoche would not be able to bear the pain when he crossed the catastrophe, worried...he wanted to know how Yaoche was doing now, and how much sin Yaoche would bear when he crossed the catastrophe.

He cultivated in the most adventurous way, experienced the pain, and felt that he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Yaoche.But thinking that these pains are only one-thousandth of what Yaoche will experience then, he will only feel even more lost.

Xianyin's desperate cultivation has become a daily routine.

Every morning, Ding Yimian reported to him what happened the previous day, and then went to the mortal world until he came back at night.Sometimes I don't return at night, but come to report in the morning.After Ding Yimian left, Xianyin dealt with the matter he reported in the study, and then went to the back mountain to practice until midnight when he returned to the dormitory to meditate and wait for Ding Yimian to report...

Day after day, year after year.

Although Ding Yimian would be very tired, he enjoyed it.

A few years after becoming a fairy, he met Pu Qingfeng, a fox fairy, in the mortal world.

At that time, he had just taken over the work from Xianyin, a mountain god lazily let go of a fox that had just become a demon, Ding Yimian happened to have nothing to do, so he went with the mountain god to catch the fox demon.

The two chased to a brothel, and the mountain god found out that the fox demon was inside with his spiritual sense.

Ding Yimian didn't want to go in, so he let the mountain god go in alone, and sat in the teahouse near the brothel by himself.

He sat by the window, thinking that he could be an outsider.

Suddenly, I saw a man with an extraordinary temperament walking on the street. The aura around him was obvious, and pedestrians would be separated when they approached him.

Ordinary people wouldn't notice it, but Ding Yimian could see it, even if he felt that this person's cultivation base was not high, he didn't know whether he was a fairy or a demon, so he was so high-profile.

On second thought, could it be that fox demon?

Ding Yimian jumped over the window and directly stopped the man.The appearance of the man is really amazing.His face was delicate, his whole body had a good temperament, and his aura was extremely pure, without any trace of contamination.Ding Yimian was a little dazed.

The man was obviously frightened by the person who stopped him from the sky: "What are you doing?"

Ding Yimian came to his senses, the first thing he did was to find out his real body.

Sure enough, it was a fox.

Ding Yimian forced him to the side of the street with the Chenming sword in his hand: "Fox demon, go back to the mountains. The world is not a place for you to play." This fox demon has obviously never hurt anyone, and has no evil intentions. It should be just for fun.

The man's eyes widened and he was very angry: "What do you say I am?"

Ding Yimian was puzzled.

The man wanted to break free, but Ding Yimian had no choice but to press him against the wall.

When the two were in a stalemate, the mountain god shouted: "Shangxian Yimian, what's wrong?"

Ding Yimian looked at him, and saw the little fox nestled in the arms of the mountain god with eyes full of reluctance, and the mountain god looked puzzled: "Is this your friend? But there is a dispute?"

Ding Yimian said: "Is this your fox demon?"

The mountain god said: "Yes, I will take her back to the mountain and keep her under strict supervision. Please Shangxian make a trip."

The mountain god said goodbye to Ding Yimian and left.

It was only then that Ding Yimian realized that he had caught the wrong person, and quickly apologized: "Forgive me, I will apologize to you, Young Master." He hurriedly put away the Chenming Sword.

The man patted the clothes in disgust and cast a spell.Then turn around and prepare to leave.

Ding Yimian thought something was wrong, just detected it, this person's real body was a fox, even if it wasn't that fox demon, it was still a fox demon.

Then stopped him again: "Where did you run from?"

A look of panic flashed across the man's eyes: "What's the matter with you?"

Ding Yimian then said: "Since you are a demon, you can't stay in the human world, you should go back."

The man said angrily, "I am a fairy, not a demon!"

Ding Yimian was a little surprised.

"You are ignorant, don't you know the fox fairy?" The man rolled his eyes.

Ding Yimian was shocked: "You are a fox fairy?" Ding Yimian really didn't expect it.

It's not his fault. During the prehistoric period, there was indeed a family of fox fairies.Although they are immortals, they live in the human world.The name of the residence is Fuxu.Later, he was severely injured because he assisted the Emperor of Heaven to suppress the phantom god's sacrificial house, so he lived in seclusion with his family and no longer appeared in the world.

Legend has it that the Fuxu Fox Immortal is a treasure of the Six Realms, with extremely pure cultivation and beautiful and handsome human figures.But all of them reject the outside world and are lonely and arrogant.

Ding Yimian never thought that he would meet him so easily.

The man was about to leave again, Ding Yimian grabbed his wrist: "Ding Yimian, dare to ask the young master's name?"

The man glanced at his hand, Ding Yimian had no choice but to let go.

The man flicked his sleeves, and only said: "Don't tell what happened to me when you met me." He just exposed his identity in a moment of impatience, and it will be miserable if he is found and taken back.

Ding Yimian took the opportunity and said: "Why don't you and I make friends, I will naturally not tell others." He likes to make friends, not to mention that the other party is such a rare fox fairy.Also, this fox fairy obviously came out secretly, he is very innocent and prone to accidents.If something happens in the human world, he still needs to take care of it.

The man frowned: "Make friends?" He had been wandering around the world for several days, but no one came to him to make friends.If someone can lead him to play in the world, it will definitely be more interesting than now.

The man asked again: "I make friends with you, so you take me to play in the world?"

Ding Yimian nodded.What he does the most on weekdays is to run around in the world, of course he can take him with him.

Seeing that he was obviously moved, Ding Yimian said, "Since we are friends, what should we call them?"

The other party thought for a while and replied, "Pu Qingfeng."

Ding Yimian nodded: "My name is Ding Yimian, remember?"

Pu Qingfeng let out a "huh".He asked, "Where shall we go now?"

Ding Yimian looked at the sky: "It's getting late, I have to go back and play tomorrow, okay?"

Pu Qingfeng was a little reluctant when he was interested, and thought for a while and said, "Why don't you go to my house? Can you tell me something interesting."