The full-level master just wants to be a waste

The suzerain really found time to take a look.

Like Fu Xia Ningrong, he didn't see anything.

Instead, they brought back the 2000-year-old Nine-Infant Flower—along with the soil, it was planted in the Herb Garden of Danyaotang.

Fu Xia didn't get any answer and was a little irritable.

I didn't look for Ning Rong at night.

Anyway, Yanchun is nothing more than a very powerful senior to her, who has no wink and said bad things about her junior sister.

It's weird to be tired of spring.

I healed her wounds and taught her swordsmanship, but I'm still inferior to a good-for-nothing junior sister? !

Although this junior sister is also himself...

But this is even more outrageous? !

Who knows whether her protection of Fu Xia is because of Fu Xia herself, or because Fu Xia is her junior sister.

In addition, whether she likes Fu Xia is because of herself, or as long as she is a junior sister.

Yanchun couldn't think of the answer, seeing that the little backer's swordsmanship was getting better and better, so he didn't want to get along with him to make fun of himself.

Just thinking about what the suzerain said about going to Jianzhong to find the natal magic weapon, another idea came up in my heart.

Time passed in such a flash.Soon it will be the day when Ning Rong is going to Sword Tomb.

Elder Qing took all the disciples of the Nianhan Sect who needed to find the natal artifacts, and he had notified them a day ago that they would gather at the foot of the mountain the next morning.

Cultivators don't have anything to prepare. Ning Rong looked at the contents of his Qiankun bag, and put two extra changes of clothes in it, and filled some medicines. Soon he didn't know what else he needed. .

But it's still early.

Ning Rong hesitated, and walked to the door of Fu Xia's room.

Ever since she came back from the suzerain that day, the junior sister disappeared for some reason.

It can't be said that there is no trace, there is still chicken soup every morning, but the junior sister seems to be a little busy, and she brings chicken soup to herself every day, watching herself drink a few sips, and leave without saying a few words.

One day after he left, he would no longer appear in front of him.

It wasn't like this before.

Before, the junior sister would obviously stay by her side, boasting about herself with sparkling eyes, flattering her, and saying things to herself that she didn't know what to say.

Ning Rong thought about Fu Xia's appearance before, compared with these two days, and felt a little wronged for some reason.

She naturally overlooked one thing - Fu Xia, who insisted on being a bystander when she was practicing, was actually a latecomer.She accepted Fu Xia's existence without any discomfort or doubt, and also accepted Fu Xia's stickiness.

Now it's just that Fu Xia has restrained a little, but she is not used to it.

Ning Rong didn't know, she thought that she would go to Jianzhong later, and she didn't know how long it would take to see her junior sister.

When I think about it, I feel depressed.

Ning Rong knocked on the door of Fu Xia's room, and the moment the voice rang, she felt a little regretful, regretting that she didn't think about what to say first, and was afraid that she would be cold-hearted when she saw Fu Xia.

Fu Xia soon came to open the door.Seeing the somewhat cautious little backer at the door, he immediately rolled his eyes with a smile, and brought the little backer in: "Why is senior sister here?"

The layout is exactly the same as that of my own room, even the vase on the table is also the unified porcelain vase of Nian Hanzong.

Ning Rong sat down, picked up the tea that Fu Xia had just poured for her, and took a sip.Looking left and right at the junior sister's room, I don't know why but I feel a little dissatisfied.

The elders who control these things are too stingy, the tables and chairs are all hard, the bedding is not soft enough, and the gauze hanging on the bed is the same color as the disciple's uniform, which is not good-looking!

and……

Ning Rong smelled an unknown, cold smell in the air, and glanced at Fu Xia blankly.

This is different from the smell on my junior sister before.

Fu Xia looked at the little backer, knowing that she had smelled it, and when she saw her looking at him, she smiled innocently.Ask: "What's wrong?"

Ning Rong looked at the little junior sister's smile, realized what she was thinking, and blushed because of her lack of self-respect.She shook her head: "It's okay."

After saying this, the two fell into a brief silence.

In fact, it wasn’t like this before. Before, we stuck together every day and talked a lot.

Even if you don't speak, you won't feel uncomfortable.

But this time, I don't know if it's because of being alone in the room, there is no chirping birds on Yi'an Cliff, no wind blowing the leaves in the yard, and no whispers from other disciples.

There were only two people in the room, and no one was injured, ill or vulnerable.

They are evenly matched, each with their own ghosts.

Standing together, I don't know why it's a bit awkward.

Ning Rong was even more annoyed, regretting that she hadn't thought out what to say, and that's what happened now.

She put down the teacup and looked at Fu Xia, just about to tell her that she was going to Jianzhong, and she was leaving tomorrow.

Fu Xia has already spoken: "Senior sister is going to Jianzhong, are you leaving tomorrow?"

Ning Rong nodded, and suddenly realized that when he and Fu Xia were together, it seemed that Fu Xia was the one who started talking.

I don't know why I suddenly panicked.

So she picked up the teacup discreetly, took another sip, and said to Fu Xia in detail: "It is said that I will go for half a month, read all the sword mounds, and then find the one that suits me best."

"right,"

Fu Xia nodded: "The one that is suitable is the best. Senior Sister, it will be smooth sailing, and I will definitely find the magic weapon I want!"

Ning Rong didn't know how to answer, so she nodded.

Fu Xia immediately recovered, and then talked to Ning Rong: "Senior sister must work hard, get the best magic weapon, and I will definitely be able to show my ability to the greatest extent in the future! A suitable magic weapon is for a person who cultivates immortals. , is too important!"

Magical artifacts are indeed very important, Ning Rong watched and talked about this enthusiastic junior sister, and encouraged her: "You can do it too."

"I do not,"

Fu Xia pretended to be frightened: "Didn't the senior sister say to give me a soft meal? With the senior sister here, I don't have to think about such things, right?"

Ning Rong laughed.

"What are you laughing at, Senior Sister?"

Fu Xia approached and looked at Ning Rong unhappily: "Sister, don't you want to?"

Before Ning Rong could say anything, she began to roll around: "It doesn't matter, Senior Sister promised me before, if Senior Sister doesn't keep her word, I'll go and sue Master!"

she said.Taking a sly look at Ning Rong, she was full of smiles.

how to say.

Probably.

I know that I am spoiled, and I also know that you will definitely indulge my coquettishness and unreasonable troubles.

—she guessed right.

Ning Rong really had no choice but to smile: "No."

She will only feel guilty: "I'm too stupid, I'm just afraid that you will have to wait for a long time, my current ability is still not enough."

It's fine if Ning Rong doesn't say anything about it, but when Ning Rong says she's not capable enough.

Fu Xia thought of how he was devastated at night.

You are not capable enough.But when you refuse the advice of the boss because of your trash junior sister, you don't waste a moment.

But that was also a matter of the night, the dissatisfaction with the spring-weariness at night, and felt that the junior sister was a little fairy who harmed people.

But Fu Xia, the little fairy during the day, just felt a little uncomfortable, more of a fright.

So she pushed forward: "Then you should hurry up and practice your sword skills well."

Ning Rong nodded: "En."

Fu Xia actually wanted to continue talking to her Qingjie, but thinking that she still had things to do, she could only reluctantly signal: "Have you packed your things, Senior Sister? Is there nothing else for Senior Sister?"

Ning Rong keenly sensed that this was an order to evict guests.She looked at Fu Xia.

Fu Xia flattered: "Sister, I want to lie down, I think the chair is too hard, I feel uncomfortable sitting, I want to sleep."

"Then you sleep." Ning Rong whispered.

I sighed in my heart.

I'm just saying, this chair is too hard, my junior sister must feel uncomfortable... When I come back from the mountain, I have to change a chair for my junior sister.I also need to change the bed gauze and bedding - I don't know what the junior sister likes.

"How can you do this?!"

Fu Xia spoke convincingly: "Senior sister told me last time that you can't lie down when the guests are here, and you must treat them well."

But when Xu Zhaohan was around, you were lying down, now you can't do it when I'm around?I'm a guest, isn't she?You can lie down in front of her, and you will start to obey the rules of hospitality on my side...

Ning Rong felt a little uncomfortable, but followed Fu Xia's wishes and stood up: "Then I'm leaving, you can rest."

Fu Xia didn't send it off either, she just sat and shook her hand very quickly: "Senior sister, go slowly."

When Ning Rong's figure disappeared, she quickly took out the things she had just transferred to the universe bag.

It is said that the right magic weapon is the best.

What is the most suitable magical weapon that can be obtained in Jianzhong?It's better to forge one for the little backer yourself.

The next day, Ning Rong stood in the yard, looked at the empty yard and Fuxia's room where there was no movement, and finally believed it.A certain little sycophant who only knows how to cook chicken soup has a lot of nice words, but when it's time for him to leave, he doesn't even come to give it away? !

When Ning Rong was angry and depressed, Fu Xia's room.

There was a bang from behind the layers of barriers.

Fu Xia wiped the ashes from the stove on his face, and looked at the third stove he fried.

Feeling challenged.