Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 998

The round trip to Xiaojing was uneventful, probably because of the companionship of the immortals from Yun Palace.

When the Luanjia returned to Panlong Mountain, Meng Ji and He Yu were already waiting at the edge of the cliff. Seeing that she was safe and sound and had a calm expression without any unhappy emotions, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The immortal who was escorting her saw it and laughed at her.

Sang Yue did not disturb them from reminiscing and chatting, and went straight to the training room in the main hall to take a look.

As a result, I saw that the person who was supposed to be meditating was now lying on the couch with his eyes closed. He was dressed in white, had silver hair, and his whole body was so white that it seemed to emit a faint holy light, so awe-inspiring and sacred that people dared not look directly at him.

Fortunately, she was not an outsider and was already used to this scene. She listened attentively to his steady breathing, and it was obvious that he was asleep.

If you are not practicing, there is no such thing as interruption.

She moved a chair and sat cross-legged in front of the couch, staring at someone. Emperor Yun's words had some influence on her. She always felt that he had adopted so many adopted children, and none of them seemed to be idle.

Even the most helpless princes and princesses had to take on responsibilities and report on time when they stayed in Xiaojing.

What about her, what is her mission?
Although Emperor Yun didn't say he would assign her a mission, she felt like she had already received one, and the mission was probably related to the man in front of her... As she was thinking, she gradually lost focus, but was suddenly called back to her senses by a voice:

"What did my father-in-law say to you? What made you lose your mind?"

Sang Yue was stunned, and her eyes quickly focused back on him. Seeing that he was awake, she reached out to feel his pulse and asked:
"Why did you suddenly fall asleep? Weren't you practicing?"

In theory, immortals usually practice to heal injuries, and elixirs are only auxiliary. He suddenly stopped practicing and chose to sleep to adjust. Does it mean that his injuries have changed?
"I'm fine." Seeing her worry, Qing Su's eyes were gentle, "I suddenly don't want to practice anymore. I want to sleep for a while."

This was even more suspicious. How could an immortal not practice and only want to sleep? Practice could not only heal internal and external injuries, but also ensure that one was full of energy. It was much better than sleeping. Even with her low level of cultivation, she had never thought that sleeping was better than practicing.

However, after carefully examining him and even using spiritual power to peer inside him, he couldn't find anything abnormal.

Really just want to sleep?

Sang Yue looked at his face suspiciously, and couldn't help rolling her eyes when she saw him looking at her mockingly. Never mind, just like her previous diagnosis, he had no other problems except that he had lost all his power.

Just sleep when you want to. Whether it is for sleeping or practicing, as long as you can get a good rest, it’s fine.

"He just asked about your situation and told me to protect you well and not let the evil spirits take advantage of you." Then he put out the pills he brought back from the Cloud Palace. "These pills are his compensation to me, and there are also some medicinal plants and magic tools..."

Among them is a magical weapon that can pierce any magical weapon that tries to trap her, including magical weapons.

This magical weapon is extraordinary. It does not require the user to be of the same grade as the artifact to wield it freely. It is much more convenient than her other magical weapons such as the Bishui Ruyi and the Scaled Moon Wheel.

With Sang Yue's support, Qingsu Immortal Venerable sat back against the couch, picked up the small long cone-shaped artifact, took a look at it in his hand, and couldn't help but laugh:
"He's willing to give you even the Sky-piercing Awl. I have nothing to say about this father-in-law."

"Tell me more about it?" Hearing his somewhat sarcastic tone, Sang Yue controlled her inexplicable irritation and asked humbly, "What is its origin?"

I always feel that what he and Emperor Yun say is full of hidden meanings.

But she just couldn't understand the deeper meaning, like scratching an itch through a shoe and failing to find the point.

"It has a great origin," Qing Su spread the long cone in his palm and cast a spell to clean it, "The ancient gods specially refined this nail to slay the devil..."

It was originally used to poke the soul of the demon god, but later it was found that only by piercing his heart could he be truly destroyed, so it was renamed the Heart-piercing Nail. Later, the ancient gods died one after another, and the origin, function and name of this magic weapon were gradually forgotten by the world. The Sky-piercing Cone is a new name that was changed in the past thousand years. It and the gods in the sky seem to have lost their life goals and are at a loss.

Can't find the meaning of existence, just change the name randomly.

"You know it very well," Sang Yue sighed, "Father Emperor only told me that if I encounter a situation where I am trapped in a magic weapon in the future, I can use it to poke it out."

Oh, Immortal Qingsu did not respond to her words, but only said:

"This item must be used at a critical moment. Although it is powerful, you are too weak..."

Once it encounters an opponent two levels higher than her, even if it has recognized its master, it can be taken by the other party at any time. Therefore, although he agrees with her to use her spiritual consciousness to make a contract with it, he does not approve of her using it frequently.

It's like her Dharma body. If Yun Changsheng knew that she had this thing, he would definitely seal all the magic power in her body.

Instead of being arrogant and looking at her anxious look of having the will but not the strength, clearly having the power but not daring to use it. That anxious mood will collapse when she knows that her partner is about to be fooled, and thus compromise with him.

"Win by surprise. Don't let outsiders know all your cards." After she let the magic weapon recognize its master, Qing Su Xianzun looked at her with a smile and said teasingly, "When your ex-husband comes to your house, use this thing to poke him. It guarantees that every poke will hit the target."

This tone and expression are indeed no different from before.

But, I always feel like something is a little different.

For no reason, a trace of sadness rose in her heart, and Sang Yue quietly put away other magic weapons, elixirs and medicinal plants. The elixir given to her by Emperor Yun was not much different from that given to Qing Su. Emperor Yun and Immortal Yilan had been here before.

There were still a lot of pills left by the couple, and Sang Yue had been given the pills before he was taken to Yun Palace.

So, she kept this batch for herself and would use her own after she finished eating his.

"What's wrong?" Qingsu Immortal Venerable was a careful person and did not turn a blind eye to her bad mood. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Sang Yue denied, and said sincerely, "You are right."

"Since they are all right, why are you unhappy?" He did not accept her perfunctory attitude and held her hand tightly. "Ayue, we are husband and wife. If you don't tell me what you are dissatisfied with, I can't explain it to you now."

Because he had lost his cultivation, he couldn't see through her thoughts at a glance.

If she didn't have a mouth, he wouldn't be able to use it. Afraid that she would leave without saying a word, he held her hand with a little force, pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

With his current skills, if she wanted to resist, he wouldn't be able to pull her away.

Since she was able to pull it, it meant that the couple still had something to talk about, and the Silver-haired Immortal felt relieved. He unconsciously clamped her hands tighter, as if not allowing her to break free.

Originally, Sang Yue didn't want to say much, after all, they had a conflict before.

If he couldn't change, then she would change, and not care too much about him, and then she would feel better. However, she felt the grip on her waist getting tighter, which reminded her of Feng Yeheng's cautious expression when he faced her.

And the sight of Immortal Leng Yan being at a loss as to what to do when she was in a bad mood, with an inexplicable look of panic, made one feel soft-hearted.

Being soft-hearted towards a man will lead to eternal damnation. She knows this, but right now she really can't control the urge to confide in him.