Holding a child-bearing system, seducing all the handsome male cultivators in the wilderness

The two of them practiced spiritual cultivation from the hour of You until the hour of Yin before stopping.

The bed curtains were drawn down, hiding the two people's lingering figures.

Jiuluonanxing lay on his side, looking at Li Wanji who had fallen asleep beside him due to exhaustion, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand and a glass of wine appeared on the table beside the bed.

He picked up the spirit wine and took a sip. He felt his mouth full of fragrance and a warm current flowing straight to his dantian.

This spiritual wine is called "Zuihuamian" and is brewed with the essence of hundreds of flowers. It has a very good nourishing effect on monks after spiritual practice.

Jiuluo Nanxing drank the spiritual wine in one breath, put down the glass, and lay back on the bed.

He pulled his arm out from under Li Wanji, turned sideways, and held her tightly in his arms.

Feeling the force on her waist, Li Wanji whimpered, turned around dazedly, looked at Jiuluo Nanxing, and said lazily: "Young Valley Master, don't you want to sleep?"

Jiuluo Nanxing shook his head: "I'm not sleepy."

Li Wanji put her arms around Jiuluo Nanxing's waist and put her face on his chest, with a look of satisfaction on her face.

The young valley master was a handsome man, not only was he extremely handsome, but he was also extremely gentle during his spiritual practice. He was totally unlike those men who only knew how to ask for things.

Very good, very wonderful!

"Young Valley Master, is there something on your mind?" Li Wanji asked tentatively when she saw that he had not slept for a long time.

"No." Jiuluonanxing denied it flatly.

Li Wanji didn't ask any more questions. She raised her hand and stroked Jiuluo Nanxing's cheek, saying softly, "Young Valley Master, go to sleep. Wanji will watch over you."

She lowered her eyes slightly, the corners of her lips curved into a gentle arc, and even her voice was very soft and pleasant, like coaxing a child.

Jiuluo Nanxing felt a little wet in his heart. No one had ever treated him like this in the past hundred years. In this world, his broken heart seemed to be gently held up by a pair of warm hands.

However, he was very clear-headed and realized that all this was just an illusion.

He sighed inwardly, closed his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep.

Perhaps it was because he had been tossing and turning for too long at night, or perhaps it was because the cup of spiritual wine had a calming and sleep-inducing effect, Jiuluo Nanxing soon fell asleep.

But Li Wanji in his arms turned over and opened her eyes.

She did not continue to sleep, but raised her hands to support her body and sat up, looking down at Jiuluo Nanxing.

In his sleep, he looked like a jade sculpture, and the moonlight was shining down, caressing his peaceful face. His eyebrows were slightly knitted, as if he was also worried in his dream.

Li Wanji's heart moved slightly, and she remembered a sentence she had read in a storybook: If a man remains alert even in his sleep, he must be a man with a story.

Jiuluo Nanxing in front of me was clearly asleep, but he was vaguely alert. What kind of secret was hidden in him?

Li Wanji raised her hand, condensed a small ball of blue spiritual power, and slowly brushed it across Jiuluo Nanxing's eyebrows.

This is her golden talent "Zhuang Sheng Xiao Meng", which can read the memory of a sleeping person through the center of his brow and know his past.

Jiuluo Nanxing's cultivation was more than ten levels higher than hers, and she was not sure whether she could successfully read his memory, so she just gave it a try.

As the spiritual power seeped in, ripples appeared between Jiuluo Nanxing's eyebrows, and his memories poured into Li Wanji's sea of ​​consciousness like a tide.

Li Wanji only felt a chaos in her mind, as if pictures were flashing by, and she wanted to catch them, but couldn't.

She was shocked and realized that it was Jiuluo Nanxing's soul essence that was preventing her from prying into his memory.

This was also within her expectations. She condensed a large ball of blue spiritual power and crashed it towards Jiuluo Nanxing's forehead.

With a bang, Jiuluo Nanxing frowned, his body trembled violently, he muttered in a dream, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Li Wanji only had time to capture some fragmented images:

In the endless darkness, a child sat alone, with no one around him. He opened his arms and cried, but no sound came out.

The scene changes, the child grows up and becomes a teenager. He chases all the way and finally comes to his mother's palace, but sees that the door of the palace is closed. No matter how he shouts, there is no response.

"Young Valley Master, please go back! The Valley Master doesn't want to see you!"

A woman dressed as an elder came over and advised him to leave.

"If mother doesn't want to see my face, then I will destroy it."

The young man raised his hand, pointed the dagger at his face and slashed it hard.

In an instant, his face was covered in blood, but he seemed unaware and continued walking into the hall.

The palace door slowly opened, but what greeted him was an icy sword.

"Mother, if you hate me so much, why did you give birth to me?"

The young man stood under the sword energy, his face full of disbelief and despair.

The sword energy enveloped the scene and it gradually became blurred. Li Wanji only felt a dull pain in her chest, as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, and it became difficult for her to breathe.

She suddenly opened her eyes, came back to her senses from her memories, gasped heavily, and her chest heaved violently.

She raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, but her heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

She is not a saint. She will naturally be affected by prying into other people's memories and empathizing with their pain and sorrow.

The miserable and helpless child and the desperate boy in the picture are clearly Jiu Luo Nan Xing!

Li Wanji was filled with doubts. Why did Jiuluo Nanxing have such a sad memory?

Why did his mother reject him?

What is going on here?

Li Wanji took a deep breath, closed her eyes again, concentrated her mind, and continued to explore the depths of Jiuluo Nanxing's memory.

This time, she was fully prepared. Her spiritual consciousness turned into a thin line and carefully probed into Jiuluo Nanxing's sea of ​​consciousness.

At this time, the young man had grown up and became the peerless Jiuluo Nanxing. He was wearing a silver mask and sitting in the courtyard of Jiangxiao Tower with a zither placed in front of him.

His slender and white fingers slid lightly across the strings of the piano. The sound of the piano was melodious, but with a hint of loneliness and desolation.

"Young Valley Master, this is the Nine Heavens Fantasy Moon Peony that the Valley Master prepared for you!"

An elder presented a jade box. When the box was opened, a crystal peony flower lay quietly inside, with a faint blue sheen flowing on the petals.

Jiuluo Nanxing didn't say anything, just glanced at it lightly and put the jade box aside.

He continued to play the piano, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

"Young Valley Master, the Valley Master has been in seclusion for decades just to cultivate this Nine Heavens Fantasy Moon Peony. If I knew that you didn't touch it..."

Before the elder finished speaking, Jiuluo Nanxing raised his hand to interrupt him: "You want to say that I will make my mother angry, right?"

He raised his head and looked at the elder, with a sneer on his face: "Go back and tell her to wait patiently. I will break through the heart flower as soon as possible and become the sword in her hand!"

The elder's face changed and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't open his mouth. He sighed, turned and left.

Silence returned to the courtyard. Jiuluo Nanxing lowered his head and continued to play the piano, but his fingertips trembled slightly, revealing his emotions.

The sound of the piano gradually became more rapid, as if there was unspeakable anger and unwillingness. A string suddenly broke and cut his finger.

Drops of blood rolled down and dripped onto the white strings, like blooming blood-red plum blossoms.

Jiuluo Nanxing seemed unaware, just staring at the jade box blankly with a bitter smile on his lips.

This kind of scene has been repeated too many times in the past hundred years, and his heart has long been numb.

He picked up the Fantasy Moon Peony and smiled sadly.

It turns out that his only value in his mother's eyes is just a chess piece!

……

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew over him and Jiuluo Nanxing opened his eyes.

There was a fierce gleam in his eyes, and he turned over and pressed Li Wanji under him.

"what did you do to me?"

Jiuluo Nanxing looked down at her, his face terribly gloomy.

The memories just now flooded into his mind like a tide, and he felt a sharp pain in the center of his eyebrows.

This woman actually tried to snoop into his memory!