Chapter 81 Magnolia’s Request
When Yu Xian returned home with a full load, Yulan was sitting in the courtyard chatting with Sister Wang next door.
"Fellow Daoist Yu is back."
Seeing Yu Xian, Sister Wang was the first to say hello with a smile.
Yu Xian responded with a gentle smile:
"When I entered the door, I saw a magpie flying by. I guessed that an important guest was coming, and it turned out that a distinguished guest was here."
To be fair, Sister Wang's appearance and figure have been maintained well, and she has the charm of a mature woman, but her eyes are a bit heavy and depressing.
Well, it can also be understood as dissatisfaction with desire.
After all, Sister Wang's black-faced husband who is devoted to spiritual practice does not seem to be considerate.
Therefore, when Sister Wang stands side by side with Yulan, who has always been innocent, kind, ignorant of worldly affairs, and always has a girlish mentality, she obviously feels like an elder.
Of course, in terms of age, Sister Wang is fifty-seven, while Yulan is only twenty-five or six, which is indeed a generation difference.
However, the appearance of immortal cultivators always ages very slowly when their Qi and blood are not in decline. After reaching sixty, Sister Wang's appearance will probably change every year.
A circle of random thoughts ran through Yu Xian's mind.
“Haha, Fellow Daoist Yu’s mouth is so sweet, no wonder I’ve only been away for a few days, and this girl like me keeps talking about you.
Unlike my boss, who doesn’t leave home once every ten and a half days. "
Sister Wang stood up and prepared to leave.
"Now that you're back, I won't disturb your reunion."
Yu Xian smiled and nodded: "Sister Wang, please take care of my wife these days. This is a small gift I brought back from my trip. Please don't dislike it."
He turned his palm over and took out a bottle of low-level Qi training elixir. The market price was about five or six spiritual stones.
They are all trophies anyway, so I won’t feel bad if they are given away for free.
It's all about exchanges of favors. Having a good relationship with your neighbors will save you a lot of trouble in the future.
Just thinking that he had to struggle with one or two spiritual stones for a long time before, Yu Xian felt like he was in a dream again.
Sister Wang's eyes brightened when she saw the gift, but she didn't accept it and instead quickened her pace.
"What are these words? Yulan and I are happy together. We came here to chat, and I'm not here to accept gifts from you.
Besides, this gift is too expensive. If you really want to give me a gift, choose something cheaper next time, otherwise I won’t be able to return the gift. "
Sister Wang's voice was a bit complaining, but the smile on her face was obviously much more sincere.
When Yu Xian saw this, he thought to himself that he was not interested in an old woman like Sister Wang, otherwise she would have to let her husband know the power of Lao Yu next door.
Monks are also human beings, and the life of an old couple also needs some romance and beauty.
But obviously, Sister Wang's husband does not have this romance.
"I didn't think well. I will satisfy Sister Wang next time. Sister Wang, walk slowly."
The courtyard door has just closed.
Yu Xian turned around, and Yulan bumped into him, hugging him tightly with both hands, burying her head deeply in his chest, and said almost as if she was dreaming:
"Ms. sir, I miss you."
Yu Xian rubbed Yulan's hair and laughed.
"We've only been out for a few days and you already miss me?"
Yulan hummed and said seriously: "But you have never left me for such a long time before. I haven't slept well for several days."
Hearing this, Yu Xian really thought about it carefully.
It seems that since Yulan followed him, he has never been separated from her for more than twelve hours.
Even if I go out to learn skills from a young lady, I won’t study for two days in a row.
After all, he himself has been working very hard on cultivation.
This time he was away for three days, which was already a record.
Thinking of this, Yu Xian's eyes couldn't help but become gentler.
He hugged Yu Lan and walked straight to the master bedroom.
"I want to see how much you think?"
Yulan was immediately frightened and turned pale: "Ms., please spare my life!"
Ever since Yu Xian broke through the foundation-building realm and evolved her body, she has never won a single fight.
Every time at this time, she began to miss the princess and Sister Yi.
Those are all her comrades fighting alongside her.
…
Yulan felt that she wanted to speak, but found that her voice was already hoarse.
"Ms. sir, when will you find me another sister?"
Yu Xian, who was playing with Xiao Bai, was stunned for a moment, and said with a strange expression:
"This is the first time I've heard such a request? Have you awakened to some strange hobby?
Ahem, I don't mind this. "
Yulan's face turned red with embarrassment, and she muttered:
Yu Xian, however, had a straight face and said seriously:
"Magnolia, I have to criticize you about this.
Even if I am slightly talented in a certain area, with your strength, how can you not be able to cope with even half of my level?
Now that you have failed so miserably, it is all because you have not worked hard in practice, and you have suffered a big loss. "
"Of course, I will consider your request carefully."
Now the condition that restricts his progress in cultivation is no longer himself, but Yulan's inability to bear his love and affection.
Therefore, even after he broke through the foundation building, he did not increase his daily practice intensity.
He could bear it, but Yulan couldn't.
A tiger full of energy and a cute and pitiful little white rabbit are not on the same level when you think about it.
Magnolia: "..."
Why does Xianggong’s words make sense but sound weird?
I always feel like if I continue to talk, I will die of shame and anger.
So her body somehow produced a force out of thin air, and her whole body and the quilt were wrapped together, shrinking into a ball.
"I don't want to talk anymore."
Yu Xian smiled and held the dumpling in his arms.
"Then take a good rest. I've been a little tired these past few days."
He has been studying the inheritance of the array master for the past three days.
Not long.
Yu Xian fell asleep with steady breathing.
Compared with meditating instead of sleeping, I still prefer sleeping.
Anyway, with his talent, the little progress brought by practice is really not as good as sleeping.
Yulan quietly opened her eyes, raised her head, and saw the corners of Yu Xian's slightly pursed lips, and a few thin stubbles sprouting from his chin.
She couldn't help but touch it, it was a bit hard and prickly.
Seeing that Yu Xian didn't respond, she was like a little fox that had stolen a chicken, her eyes secretly curved into crescents.
…
The sun rises and the moon sets, and the clouds and sunshine change.
Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
This day.
Yu Xianxian sat in front of the court, holding a small carving knife in his right hand and a palm-sized wooden plate in his left hand.
There was also a plate of light blue ink placed in front of him.
The tip of the knife was stained with ink, and then the knife was carved like a pen, carving mysterious lines on the array disk.
There is less ink in the plate the more you use it.
I don’t know if there are hundreds or thousands of fine lines.
When they were all connected together, these lines all lit up with a burst of light blue light, turning into a rune like an insect or bird seal.
After a while, the light faded away, all the carvings disappeared, and what appeared instead was an ink pattern that looked like a cloud.
"The cloud formation disk only needs to be combined with three formation flags, plus nine spiritual stones, and placed at the positions of the three talents and nine palaces, it can raise the mist and trap people invisibly.
If combined with the Poison Miasma Formation, if the Qi Practitioner is accidentally trapped in it, it will also turn into pus. "
Yu Xian threw away the cloud array disk in his hand.
These materials were all relics left by the tall and thin monk, and he used them for practice without any ceremony.
Facts have proved that he is really talented in the formation, but in just half a month, he has successfully burned the first formation.
Of course, he also has his own advantages as a foundation-building monk.
With the help of his spiritual consciousness, it is naturally easier than it is for a qi-training monk to burn formations, even if he still has little knowledge of many formations.
But the formation diagram was there, and he could still forcefully complete it even if he just copied it.
This is the advantage of high-level monks over low-level professions. They can draw inferences from one instance and draw analogies.