Why get drunk and smell pears

"Let me, help you..."

Shen Qingyu couldn't help choking up while speaking, Yin Jiujian closed his eyes, concealing the emotions hidden in it and showing the same indifferent expression as usual.

"Shen Qingyu, I hope you still have some self-knowledge, don't worry about it too much."

After finishing speaking, both of them were obviously tired.

The atmosphere of silence circulated between the two of them again. I don't know how many times they have been silent. It seems that since they met this time, they have not had a good time.

"I..." Shen Qingyu paused, and changed his words, "You don't want to have any problems at this time, right? If that's the case, you should at least take care of your meridians."

He had already checked Yin Jiujian's pulse, not to mention how he acted as usual when his meridians were broken, the pulse was so close to none that Shen Qingyu wondered whether Yin Jiujian was dead several times.

Yin Jiujian also understood that the rupture of the meridians restricted him, but it was really against the sky for him to abolish the magic cultivation and change the ghost way, and he could accept this price.

He rarely spoke, and then changed the subject to ask.

"Xuan Qing hasn't come yet?"

Once at the inn, once at the wooden house on the mountain, and twice they were able to find them so quickly, it must be the little girl from the Beast Gate who did something to him.

It won't last long after being hit by a ghost spell. Even if I say there is no way to cure it, who can they find as a ghost cultivator now?

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to have some energy, and he couldn't wait to stand up straight and watch other people's jokes.

"Don't make trouble." Shen Qingyu pushed the person down with one hand, "You don't need to worry about this matter."

He rubbed the space between his brows, thinking that he really didn't know how Yin Jiujian's temperament was taught.

Forget it, no matter what, he is a junior raised by himself.

"Ha ha."

Yin Jiujian laughed a few times in a low voice.

Suddenly, the old man Xuanqing looked at Shen Qingyu like a treasure. When Shen Qingyu was protecting him, his face was terribly dark, and it made him feel better when he looked at it. If he could see his face several times, he would die. It's worth it.

Thinking about it, Yin Jiujian looked at Shen Qingyu's face in a wrong way.

Shen Qingyu:? ? ?

Yin Jiujian grabbed Shen Qingyu's collar suddenly and pulled it down.

Whispering into his ear, "Brother, are you interested in double cultivation with me again?"

……

It has to be said that Yin Jiujian's proposal really moved Shen Qingyu a little bit.

The Nascent Soul in his belly almost jumped out, and instantly felt that the belt that was hidden at the beginning could not be hidden.

But he still refused.

The reason is that I hope he can cultivate well and don't think about anything messy.

Then he almost ran away, his whole face was hot.

He stood in the yard panting, just in time to meet Yundang who had been waiting in the yard for a long time.

He is like an iceman, if not for his breathing, even Shen Qingyu would doubt whether he is made of snow.

"Shen Qingyu." Yundang shouted, "I have a way to save his life."

Shen Qingyu's pupils were slightly darker.

"condition?"

He understood what Yundang meant, and probably wouldn't have talked to him about it without conditions.

At this time, Yundang seemed to have some living breath, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Do you know that thousands of years ago, the world of comprehension was not like this. There are all kinds of monks, and some people can ascend every hundred years."

"But now, even a Mahayana period is hard to come by."

"Do you know why?"

Shen Qingyu's pupils trembled.