Heavenly practice

"Leaving? Where am I going?"

Xuanyu gave him a sideways glance, "Santu Peak is my home, unless one day I offend Shen Zhuo and you drive me away, otherwise I will not leave, the sky and fog are not big enough to live in your husband and wife?"

"What if the Qingli Realm reappears in the human world?"

"..."

Xuanyu's eyes were light, she held her teacup and lowered her eyes, "How is that possible?"

After she finished speaking, she was suddenly startled, and suddenly raised her head to look at the person in front of her.

Chang Ming had already withdrawn his gaze, turned and left.

The lingering fear in Xuanyu's heart still lingered, she was frightened by the thought that came to her just now, because she felt that Her Majesty is not someone who can say if, but after a while, she felt that she thought too much, after all, that There is no need at all, Your Majesty is living well with Shen Zhuo now, why should there be more twists and turns, after all, Shen Zhuo is the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven, once or twice, if you turn around and cut your love with a sword, and incarnate the ruthless Dao of Heaven, Your Majesty is afraid It's too late to regret.

She pinched a piece of dessert and stuffed it into her mouth, then turned around and ran to the kitchen behind her family statue.

As soon as she stepped into the humble kitchen, she saw two overlapping figures. Shen Zhuo was standing in front of the stove, holding a spatula and vegetables in both hands. His wide sleeves slid down, very In the way, her patriarch stood silently behind him, stretched out his hand from Shen Zhuo's waist to the front, bent down to roll up his sleeves for him, slowly, as if he was holding Shen Zhuo in his arms.

Shen Zhuo was a little surprised, his ears turned red, he turned his head and glanced at him, his lips brushed the other's face, now half of his face was red, after seeing Xuanyu.

"Tsk, I'm just here to say hello, Ma'am, let's pretend you haven't seen me, I'll go buy mung bean cakes~"

After she finished speaking, she ran away, Shen Zhuo couldn't help smiling, and pushed him away, "I didn't expect you to be so grumpy, and you couldn't see the demigod appearance that was so high above you at all."

Chang Ming let go of him, and walked around in front of him, watching the movements of his hands, "Sweet and sour pork ribs."

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You know?"

"It's been done before."

Chang Ming paused, and said again, "I remember all of them."

Shen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked at him with a half-smile, "This is what Xuanyu taught you, sweet talk, all sweet words?"

Chang Ming shook his head, "She just said, say it."

Shen Zhuo sighed, "If we really do it, we really have to thank her."

"Ah."

Chang Ming quietly looked over, "Definitely."

And Xuanyu, who was missed by the two of them, actually went to the market after leaving the inn. The land of Beichuan had never been disturbed by the army of the Lingdu, so Lucheng was as lively as ever at night, and it was not as jittery as other cities.

Naturally, the vendor selling mung bean cakes did not leave. He was sitting under a tree shaking a cattail fan to enjoy the cool air, chatting and joking with the people next to him from time to time.

Standing in the crowd, Xuanyu experienced the changes of the four seasons so deeply for the first time. There is no time for cultivation. For them, there is no difference between spring, summer, autumn and winter, and they don't care how many times the leaves turn green and turn yellow again.

Only mortals would pay such attention to the change of seasons and years, because they can only experience dozens of such changes in their lifetime.

However, the monks started cultivating immortals just because they wanted to see the changes of the world and the seasons, but now they put the cart before the horse. In order to cultivate immortals, they completely ignore everything in this world.

So what is the purpose of cultivating immortals?She stood there in a daze.

But the vendor greeted her, and Xuanyu came back to his senses and bought more mung bean cakes for a moment. The vendor wrapped a large bag in kraft paper and handed it to her, and then closed the stall humming a song.

Xuanyu looked down at the big bag of mung bean cakes, took a piece and ate it slowly, walked through the crowd carelessly, and finally stopped in front of a rather imposing mansion.

She looked at the plaque and wondered, this habit is really bad, so she came over subconsciously.

Then he hid himself and sneaked into a certain boudoir with mung bean cake in his hands. The room was elegant and fresh, with a faint medicinal fragrance floating.

Xuanyu glanced at the shadow on the bed, hesitating whether to disturb him, even though she knew he was not asleep.

While she was struggling, the person on the bed sat up by himself, pushed aside the bead curtain with a slender hand, went to the table and poured a cup of tea, and then pushed it to the opposite side.

With a slight movement of Xuanyu's mind, she released her invisibility, sat down opposite her, and drank tea as soon as she picked it up. After eating too much mung bean cake, it was greasy and dry.

"What magic weapon is so powerful, and can still find my whereabouts?"

"It's not a magic weapon, it's mung bean cake."

Ning Feiyue looked at the mung bean cake in her arms with a smile, "I smelled a lot of medicine, the smell of mung bean cake is especially obvious at first sight, and you bought too much."

Xuanyu shrugged, "I bought too much by accident."

"..."

Ning Feiyue smiled slightly, "Sister Yu came to see me specially, didn't she?"

"Well, there are other things to do, but the main thing is to see you."

"If that's the case, why don't you stay in the Ning Mansion? That gentleman saved my life. I don't know if I still have a chance to thank him?"

"He's back."

"Go back to Santu Peak?"

"That's right, he's shy of strangers and doesn't like to go out. I forced him to go out this time."

"Really? That's why the people in my house were dazzled, and they came back and said that they saw you staying in the Yingxian Inn, which made me happy for nothing."

"..."

Xuanyu removed the pastry crumbs from her fingers, took another sip of tea, and then said leisurely, "What do you want to say?"

"The whole Beichuan is under Ning's eyes, not to mention a Lucheng, I don't need to pay much attention to know."

Ning Feiyue curled up her frail fingers, "Besides you and Mr. Hang, there are other people in the inn..."

"My lord, the demigod you speak of." Xuanyu continued.

Ning Feiyue clenched her hands tightly, her eyes burst into a strange brilliance, "Only him?"

"otherwise?"

Xuanyu looked at her dumbfounded, "Shen Zhuo? How dare you think about it."

Ning Feiyue pursed her lips tightly and stared at her, vaguely resembling that stubborn girl back then.

Xuan Yu looked into her eyes, and suddenly reached out to touch her head, "I would help you even without Shen Zhuo, of course not because of Qin Huang, but because you are Ning Feiyue."

"...Liar."

Ning Feiyue stared at her fixedly, her eyes turned red, and she choked up after a long while and said, "Suppressing Tianmen...when the gate was destroyed...why didn't you help me?"

Xuanyu withdrew her hand, with a playful expression, "Shen Zhuo didn't help you either."

"that is because--"

Ning Feiyue suddenly raised her voice, then lowered her voice, and replied coldly, "That's because he can't."

"Neither can I."

Xuanyu pointed to the top of her head, her eyes were calm, "It is the way of heaven, and no one can violate it, including me and Shen Zhuo."

"He once said that as long as he doesn't die, he will protect everyone in Zhentianmen—"

"So he died."

Ning Feiyue's eyes were red, her tears were on the verge of falling, but she refused to shed them.

"You once doubted Shen Zhuo's identity, but you didn't know that the truth is actually the one you dare not guess,"

Xuanyu looked at her indifferently, and slowly said, "He is the way of heaven—"