Immortal, save me!

After hearing this, Yang Ding sat upright and looked at Chu Xueying with a serious face, as if he was ready to relieve her worries.

Chu Xueying thought that she could have something on her mind. It was just the dream that disturbed her. But she didn't want to talk about the dream, so she lowered her eyes and put back her sleeves and said, "It's just that she encountered a bottleneck in her cultivation..."

"Practice?"

Lin Changfeng thought: "Recently, all talented disciples in the Fairy Continent have stagnated in their cultivation. For this reason, the head of the Yuling Sect of the Liuyue Sect and the heads of several major families have come to discuss countermeasures. It is better for my nephew to relax and wait for the results. That’s it.”

When she heard that the leader of the Yuling Sect was here, an inexplicable emotion flashed in her eyes, and she said with a smile: "I see, I understand."

Lin Changfeng poured the herbal tea for the two of them and pushed it in front of them. He also picked up a cup and brought it to his lips to take a sip.

Said: "My nephew has a lot of dreams. I wonder if he still remembers the contents of his dreams?"

Not only did she remember it, but she remembered it clearly. The scenes in the dream flashed before her eyes, but she said with disappointment on her face: "I can't remember."

People who cultivate immortality pay attention to destiny, and their memory can be said to be to the extent of photographic memory. If you have frequent dreams, you should not forget them.

Lin Changfeng kept observing her appearance and saw that she was worried about it. He knew that she was unwilling to say it, so he stood up and took a small porcelain bottle from the shelf nearby and handed it to her.

He said: "In this case, my nephew, please go back. This pill can relieve some of your pain and reduce the number of dreams you have."

This is an eviction order.

The two of them were locked out of the door. Chu Xueying looked at the closed door in front of her, frowned and said, "Master, but I made you angry? Xueying didn't mean to do it, and please forgive me, Master."

Only three words came from the room: "Go back."

Seeing this, Chu Xueying had to go back the same way as Yang Ding. On the way, she clenched the porcelain bottle in her hand and asked, "Brother Yang, is Uncle Lin angry?"

Yang Ding shook his head and said, "I didn't notice that he was angry."

When Chu Xueying heard this, she glanced at him, put away the porcelain bottle, and said with a smile that couldn't reach her eyes: "Really? It seems that I have thought too much."

Just as she was about to say goodbye to Yang Ding, she was stopped by a voice.

"Xueying."

Chu Xueying turned around and saw Song Yan, the leader of the Yuling Sect, walking towards her.

The man is in his forties and looks very elegant.

Chu Xueying saluted and said: "Master."

Song Yan stepped forward to help her up, his eyes lingering on her body, and smiled: "We haven't seen each other for many days, how come my disciple has become so different?"

Looking at the big hand on her wrist, Chu Xueying felt unhappy. She raised her hand to straighten the broken hair on her temples, turned around and stood next to Yang Ding, and said with a smile: "Master is joking. Respecting teachers is the way it should be."

Su's hand grabbed the sleeve of the person next to her, her face turned slightly red and she said, "Master, this is the senior brother who is close to my disciple and comes from the Yang family of Linchao."

Yang Ding already knew from Chu Xueying's title that the person in front of her was her master, Song Yan, the leader of the Yuling Sect. Hearing Chu Xueying say that she was friends with him, he couldn't help but feel happy on his face.

He saluted Song Yan and said: "Sect Master Song, I am in Xia Yang Town, a disciple of Feng Xun, the deputy sect leader of Tianyan Sect."

When Song Yan saw this, she glared at him, stared at Chu Xueying aggressively and said, "Xueying has learned how to make friends, not bad!"

Chu Xueying heard the anger in his tone, but she just pretended not to know, pulled Yang Ding and said goodbye: "Disciple, I still want to practice, so I will go back first."

Without waiting for Song Yan to speak, he quickly left.

When they arrived at Chu Xueying's residence, Yang Ding couldn't help but said: "Junior sister's master looks very serious..."

Before she finished speaking, Chu Xueying turned to look at him, her eyes gleaming, her smile as bright as a flower: "Brother, thank you very much for today, we will see you another day."

After speaking, without waiting for Yang Ding's reaction, she turned around and returned to her residence.

Yang Ding stared blankly at the closed courtyard door, as if there was still the charming smile of his junior sister in front of him.

After a while, he whispered: "Junior sister, see you tomorrow."

Chu Xueying, who returned to the room, stopped smiling instantly. She turned cold and put the two porcelain bottles on the table casually, with coldness in her eyes.

She hated Song Yan in her heart, but because of the relationship between the royal family and the Yuling Sect, she had to compromise with him, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

She glanced at the sleeve touched by Song Yan with disgust, turned around to take a bath and change clothes, but then she received a letter from the emperor's brother Chu Mingyuan.

The mouth of the paper crane transformed by a spiritual talisman opened and closed, and Chu Mingyuan's voice reached her ears.

Two people from the Xuanling Secret Realm?

Hearing Chu Mingyuan's description of the two people, she couldn't help but think of the two people Luo Jin and Mo Yin she met in Xuanling Continent. Those two people left a deep impression on her during that trip.

But even if those two people came, it wouldn't pose a threat to them. She didn't want to pay attention to it, but a voice in her heart pulled her back from her thoughts, forcing her to focus on this matter.

Like guidance from somewhere, those two people seemed to have something she needed...but what did she need?

She was puzzled, but the voice in her heart drove her to take action.

That being the case, go check it out.

Thinking about it, she wrote back to Chu Mingyuan and went to the bathhouse.

At this time, the crowd in the meeting hall dispersed, and only Liu Ling'er, the head of the Liu family, and Feng Xun, the deputy sect leader, remained there.

Feng Xun looked at the young woman sitting not far away with emotion. The woman was dressed in plain clothes and had a frosty face. She looked pretty and lovely, but her face was sickly pale.

Liu Ling'er was once his disciple. Her talent was as good as those of Yang Ding, but she was frail and sick since childhood and had to go home to recuperate. Over time, she became his nominal disciple.

He admired this disciple very much. At the age of more than 200 years, he could firmly hold the position of the head of the family and lead the family to a higher level. Such means and courage were not something ordinary people could have. It was a pity that he did not have a healthy body.

"Is the head of the Liu family in good health?"

Liu Ling'er said in a cold voice: "It's okay."

Feng Xun touched the stubble on his chin and said with a smile: "You haven't been in the sect for a long time. Why don't you stay for a few days this time and let your junior brothers and sisters take you around?"

Liu Ling'er raised her eyes and looked at him, wanting to refuse. Feng Xun seemed to have already guessed what she meant, and said: "You haven't seen the disciples from other sects who come here to study. Why don't you go and have a look, and just relax."

Seeing Feng Xun's insistence, she couldn't refuse anymore and agreed: "Okay."

Feng Xun saw this and smiled and said: "Your residence is still reserved for you. You can just move in directly. If you need any medicinal materials, you can also ask your uncle Lin to get them."

Liu Ling'er nodded and said, "Thank you, Master."

Feng Xun: "Go."

After walking out of the hall, Liu Yanhong, who had been waiting outside for a long time, hurriedly came up and said, "Master, has the matter come to an end? Are you going back next?"

Liu Ling'er turned to look at her, and what caught her eye was her dazzling colorful dress. She said helplessly: "When will you change out of this dress?"