no thoughts [cultivation]

Meng Yi drank the tea and was sitting on the stone bench to let go of his mind, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.He knew that he might fall into a coma again, but without Tong Heng, no one would stabilize his swaying figure and help him into the house.

If he fell asleep right there, he might fall to the ground and lie on the cold and hard ground overnight.

Thinking of this, Meng Yi put down the cup in his hand, rubbed the acupuncture points beside his eyebrows, stood up, and wanted to walk into the house.

Meng Yi's drowsiness has always been random, and he can wake up when he wants to, so he didn't take two steps before he swayed, as if he was about to fall.

That's it.

Sleeping all night and sleeping all night, after all, it was something I was used to.

While thinking this way, Meng Yi closed his eyes and let his thin body fall to one side.

At that moment, it was obvious that after a burst of pain, he should have fallen on the cold ground, but he was embraced by someone into a warm embrace.

At the same time, Meng Yi, who was still a little sober, heard a flirtatious joke in his ear: "Xiao Yi'er, I haven't seen you for a while, why do you miss me so much and throw yourself into your arms?"

This Moxiu moved quickly, and he knew his name within the time of a cup of tea.

Thinking of this, Meng Yi fell into a complete coma.

Shen Wuyuan wanted to say something else, but when he lowered his head, he saw Meng Yi leaning in his arms, eyes closed, with a beautiful face and An Tian, ​​and his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, compared to the calmness and indifference when he was awake, he was a little more obedient, sweeping My heart is itchy.

Shen Wuyuan laughed.

"He's a cute little guy."

Having said that, Shen Wuyuan picked him up by the waist, walked into the room beside the bed, and placed him on the bed.

Shen Wuyuan drove the spiritual power in his body, and with a light wave of his hand, Meng Yi washed away his fatigue.After doing all this, he got Meng Yi's pulse. His handsome face was still loose, but his brows were gradually twisted.

It was very easy to find out Meng Yi's name. After wandering around the Hongyan Sect a few times, he knew that the person who lived on Jiuqu Peak was Meng Yi, who was the former great disciple of the Hongyan Sect's lord. Because of cultivation, he injured his bones and became a disabled person. He lived on Jiuqu Peak like a hermit and didn't show his face for many years.

However, Shen Wuyuan is an old monster who has lived for almost ten thousand years. Before, he was almost able to ascend to immortality. Now he carefully holds Meng Yi's wrist to check, how could he not know that he was gouged out by life? Nascent Soul.

However, without Xin and Yuanying, the lifespan seems to be extremely long. It must have been saved by someone with a fairy medicine, and his life was extended.

Knowing Meng Yi's name, Shen Wuyuan should have set out to find the magic medicine, but unexpectedly, after investigating the two peaks, he felt that he should go to Jiuqu Peak.A demon cultivator wants to do whatever he wants and follow his heart. Thinking this way, he came to Jiuqu Peak, and saw Meng Yi's figure crumbling, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

Coincidentally.

"When the deity finds the magic medicine, I will help you find the elixir that repairs the cause of the dantian, and reshape the fairy road for you." Shen Wuyuan stared at Meng Yi's sleeping face, and said with a smile, "No way, who let the deity find it?" When I first saw you, I fell in love with you."

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The next day, Meng Yiyou woke up and found himself lying on the bed. After thinking for a moment, he remembered that he had heard the voice of the demon king before he fell asleep last night.

It must be that guy who sent himself back to the room.

Thinking of this, Meng Yi got up and walked outside. Just two steps away, he saw a note pressed on the table in the room with a spirit stone.

When he saw the note, Meng Yi was taken aback for a moment. He really didn't expect a monk to leave a letter in this way.Cultivators have learned countless spells, and there are many ways to send messages and messages, and there are thousands of changes—or entrust a few words in a sliver of spiritual power, or use paper cranes to send messages like Fairy Willow.

It is really rare to write a letter neatly with a pen.

Meng Yi picked up the note, and saw that the pen on it was sharp and willful, and the writing was rampant and uninhibited, which really resembled the character of that demon cultivator.

He looked intently, and saw a few words written on the note——

"Xiao Yi'er, the deity is looking for something. It was in the storage ring on the side earlier. The deity lost the formula and it is in the spirit stone. You don't need to use spiritual power, you can open the ring directly by holding the spirit stone.

The deity is not here, you must be very lonely. After a while, the deity will find a spirit beast in other places to entertain you.

Having said that, your peak is really shabby, you are just a servant, and you only care about your own cultivation. When the deity is done, you might as well leave with the deity. "

Meng Yi looked up at the table, and there really was a simple storage ring.

As for the servant Shen Wuyuan mentioned, with the ability of that demon cultivator, he realized that there were other people besides him in Jiuqufeng, and it was just a matter of letting out his consciousness for a moment.

Meng Yi didn't care too much, put the note aside, and just ate something casually.

At this moment, the restriction of Jiuqu Peak was touched.

Presumably it wasn't the demon cultivator, if it was him, he would have walked in swaggeringly, without doing such a "knocking on the door" thing at all.

It wasn't Moxiu, maybe it was the spirit beast that Moxiu mentioned in Moxiu's note for his entertainment.

It just so happened that Meng Yi was about to water the spiritual field at the foot of the mountain, so he picked up a wooden bucket and a wooden ladle filled with a little water, and walked out of the restraint.

As soon as he walked out of the restriction, he met the eyes of the "spiritual beast".

Shen Wuyuan said that he would send a spirit beast, which Meng Yifang knew about, but he never expected that the "spirit beast" Shen Wuyuan was talking about was a white and rich white goose.The white goose was well-bred, pure white and plump all over, without any variegation, it swayed as it walked, and occasionally stretched out its fat wings, looking funny and cute.

The big white goose staggered up to Meng Yi, bent its slender and white neck, and after opening its mouth came Shen Wuyuan's voice: "Xiao Yi'er, I'm here to see you."

Meng Yi half-covered his eyes and looked down at the white goose: "You have a lot of tricks."

Hearing the words, the big white goose fluttered its orange-red paws, danced around twice, stretched its wings covered with white feathers, and bent its neck into a graceful curve. I'm very happy."

Meng Yi always had that lazy and indifferent look. Hearing what the white goose said at this time, he said in a low voice, "How can you see my likes and sorrows?"

"I just know," the white goose turned around again, and a deep laughter came from his throat, "Xiao Yi'er is in a good mood, so naturally I will also be in a good mood."