It's okay, it's easy to overthrow the heroine's system

After saying that, Ke Su slowly left, holding the broken pieces of the soup bowl in his hand.

When she reached the door, she did not forget to shout loudly to Nanxun.

"Just wait for me. I'll go make some soup for you. I'll be right back."

Nan Xun heard her voice, a smile spread across his face, and he waved at her. Then, he heard a creaking sound, and the door was pushed open.

The smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he just sat alone on the bed.

He probed his spiritual consciousness into the space bag, and with a slight movement of his mind, special medicine bottles appeared in his hands one after another.

After opening it, a pungent and unpleasant smell quickly came.

Nan Xun lowered his head, sniffed gently, then shook his head with a wry smile, and suddenly understood why his ancestors did not want this bloodline to be passed down.

Not only did he become blind, but he also lost his sense of smell and taste.

Nan Xun completely lost his ability to refine pills and became a useless person.

For every genius who once stood in the clouds, falling from a height to the dust is undoubtedly a fatal blow.

If an alchemist loses confidence in himself, even if everything returns to normal, it will be difficult for him to return to his previous peak level.

Can he really go back to the past?

Nan Xun fell into deep confusion.

At this moment, Ke Su was leaning against the door and watching him quietly. She did not leave, as she had already noticed something unusual about Nan Xun.

The young man kept putting his nose close to the medicine bottle that emitted a pungent smell, sniffing it repeatedly for a long time, and finally looked dejected.

Ke Su felt that Nan Xun had changed a little at this moment.

It seemed as if something vital was being pulled out of his body, causing him to become listless.

She had heard Jiang Jingmo mention it a long time ago, that in the world of cultivation there was something called Dao Heart, which was ethereal and invisible, but it ran through everyone's cultivation career.

Once they waver, the monk may suffer from mental depression and self-doubt at best, or even go astray and fall into an irretrievable situation.

Nan Xun at this moment is very much in this situation.

She gently pushed the door open again, and it creaked again. Almost instantly, Nan Xun put away the medicine bottle.

A smile appeared on his face again.

"I'm back." said Ke Su.

"How come it's so fast? I thought it would take a long time to make the soup."

Nan Xun's tone was deliberately relaxed.

"It will take a long time, so I'll stay with you first."

Ke Su smiled slightly and sat down beside his bed.

"What are you doing with me?"

Nan Xun was a little surprised.

"Nothing to do, just chatting. You don't have anything to do anyway. Why, you're not welcome?"

"Where is it?"

Hearing Ke Su's familiar tone, the smile on his face became more sincere.

"Then tell me quickly, what is your Nan family like?"

"What do you ask for this?"

"I'm just curious, why don't you tell me?"

"Why are you so fierce...Isn't it okay for me to say it?"

The two of them chatted in the house for a long time, and Nan Xun was the one doing most of the talking.

He talked about his childhood, his parents, and the Jiuxiao Sect...

He told Ke Su about Nan Qiming's business experiences as wonderful stories, and this little girl, who had never walked out of the dark room since she was a child, was always deeply attracted by them and would occasionally utter an exclamation or two.

They had never spent such a long time together, so long that Ke Su forgot to make soup, and Nan Xun also forgot that Ke Su had already "made soup".

Occasionally, other fellow disciples would pass by and want to visit Nan Xun, but they would notice what was going on inside and would eventually just leave with a smile on their faces.

During this period, Jiang Jingmo and Shen Shuli never appeared.

In Shen Shuli's backyard, there is a separate training ground, which is surrounded by a barrier and spiritual power is intertwined.

hum-

Jiang Chujian made a strong buzzing sound.

It was tightly entangled with the bone whip, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"good."

Shen Shuli handled the situation with ease and was even able to give Jiang Jingmo some pointers.

"The offensive momentum is strong, but the defense is still a little lacking."

After saying that, Shen Shuli clenched his free left hand into a fist, and a stream of spiritual power instantly attacked Jiang Jingmo's weak spot.

Jiang Jingmo's expression froze and she turned around to avoid the attack, but the bone whip just found the right moment to wrap around her waist.

Then, a chill broke out all over her body, and she followed the bone whip straight towards Shen Shuli.

By the time the latter felt the chill, it was already too late. When he let go, his fingertips were already stained with a little frost.

Shen Shuli chuckled, and the ice and snow in his hands melted. He reached out to replace the bone whip and met Jiang Jingmo's gaze.

The girl walked out of the cold, beads of sweat rolling down the tip of her nose.

"Yes, you met me."

Shen Shuli smiled, feeling her numb fingertips.

"Your ice can indeed freeze the soul. It's very interesting."

"How much strength did you use? Fifty percent?"

Jiang Jingmo did not continue what he said, but just frowned and asked lightly.

"almost."

Shen Shuli nodded and looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Why would you compete with me? I have lived more than a thousand years longer than you. Even if I am just a remnant of my soul, my power still exists."

Jiang Jingmo looked at him and felt that there was some truth in what he said, so she put away her sword quickly and looked straight at him.

"So, can you tell me now?"

"say what?"

Shen Shuli raised her beautiful eyebrows, obviously pretending to be ignorant even though she knew the truth.

"You guessed something about the dagger, didn't you?"

Jiang Jingmo raised his head, his eyes filled with great determination.

"Your blood can be integrated into the dagger but it cannot recognize its master. In this case, you can still easily use the dagger's ability..."

"continue."

Shen Shuli looked at her, his eyes full of admiration and complexity.

"It is said in the family history of the five major families that the first thing a black cat came into the world was a sacrifice, which resulted in five surviving black cats. And you, can become a black cat."

Jiang Jingmo narrated calmly. She had set up formations around her so that she could talk about these things without any worries.

"Combined with the Shen family's pursuit, this is definitely not a coincidence."

"And the final instruction given by all black cats to their families is to find the so-called destined person, so you are... um..."

Jiang Jingmo's mouth was covered halfway through his words.

She stared at the handsome face that was enlarged in front of her with wide eyes, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"That's all I have to say."

Shen Shuli smiled, and looked at her with extremely gentle eyes, no longer with his usual casual look.

"From now on, you know nothing."

A big question mark popped up in Jiang Jingmo’s head.

"Sometimes being too smart isn't a good thing. You know too much, you little heartless guy."

Shen Shuli gently tidied up the loose hair beside her.

It was clearly a very gentle tone, but coupled with these words, it gave off a feeling of wanting to silence someone. Jiang Jingmo looked at him in shock.

I consider you a friend, but you want to kill me to silence me?

However, Shen Shuli did not receive these signals. He just looked into her eyes gently and spoke every word with great seriousness.

"Anything that has anything to do with me is not good. Don't talk about these things, and don't let others think you know. I'm afraid..."

He laughed suddenly.

"I'm afraid I can't protect you."