Yun Shen

"I'm not leaving!"

Ah Man leaned against the big tree next to him and said, "It's already getting dark, and we two can't get out like headless chickens. We'd better wait until I get some rest tomorrow morning before we talk."

"That's okay." Wang Zi'an apologized: "In the past, when I traveled, I had servants to take care of everything. I'm really not good at finding the way."

"If you're not good at it, then why did you appear in this mountain and next to me?" Ah Man muttered, reaching for the mustard seed sac in his arms.

"I really don't know." Wang Zi'an directly raised his finger and swore: "If I knew it, I would not hide it from you. If I did, I would be struck by lightning..."

"Okay, okay, it's not important."

Ah Man said as he took out two blankets from the mustard bag and threw them directly to Wang Zi'an: "Put the black one on the floor and cover it with the blue one. It will be cold at night."

Wang Zi'an immediately laid out the blanket obediently. As soon as he turned around, he saw that Aman had taken out a lounge chair, a satin quilt, and a tea table as if by magic.

"This is……"

"This is mine. Just use those two blankets and make up for yourself." Ah Man said, sitting on the recliner and slowly placing a tea set on the tea table.

"Well, I mean, I know your... well, the Qiankun bag can hold anything, I just didn't expect you to hold these."

In Wang Zi'an's opinion, these people who cultivate immortality are all dedicated and fanatical in pursuing the great path. I can't say that they all strive for progress, but they are not trying to enjoy this style.

But this person in front of me...

"In your eyes, do all those who cultivate immortals have to suffer?" Ah Man rolled his eyes at him and threw out the fire certificate: "I'm sorry, this girl enjoys life. Go and make a fire."

Wang Zi'an saw Aman using him so naturally, and smiled helplessly: "I know, I'll go find some dead branches to make firewood first."

Prince An'dang went to look for firewood nearby, while Ah Man lay down on the deck chair.

exhausted.

Exhaustion from the power of the soul.

She almost lost her temper before. These continuous summons have consumed a lot of her soul power. She must drink some restorative Yunshen tea to recuperate. Otherwise, let alone heroic moves, she will not be able to shout.

.

She lay on the deck chair, feeling the cool mountain breeze in a daze, watching the sun gradually fade away through the gaps in the trees.

When the purple glow and clouds turned into a familiar picture, Ah Man thought of his countless dreams in which he only remembered the purple glow.

"Why do I always dream about purple glow? And every time I wake up, I only remember this purple glow?"

She muttered to herself, but she didn't want Wang Zi'an to answer behind her: "Maybe I like it."

After hearing this, Aman turned around and looked back:

Perhaps she was too focused on staring at the sunset, or she was so tired that she dozed off, so she didn't realize that Wang Zi'an had returned and not only lit up a bonfire, but also boiled a pot of water.

"Maybe I just like it." Ah Man sat up straight and fiddled with the tea set: "Maybe he holds a grudge."

When Wang Zian, who was putting firewood in the fire, heard this, he paused in his movements, then glanced at Aman, stood up and hooked up the kettle.

"Why do you say that? Isn't the purple glow beautiful?"

"This has nothing to do with whether it looks good or not, it's just that... hatred makes people remember it more deeply." Ah Man said and glanced at the purple glow on the horizon again.

Love will disappear, and only hatred can survive the blur of years, reminding myself inadvertently that some things, some people, and some past times cannot be forgiven.

"Have you experienced anything?" Wang Zi'an filled the teapot with water, but noticed the deserted look on Ah Man's face: "You don't look like a girl under twenty at all now."

"Then how old am I?" Ah Man added a Yunshen tea pill into the teapot.

"I heard that you cultivators can make your appearance ageless. Maybe you are already in your seventies or eighty?"

Wang Zi'an intended to make a joke, but Ah Man sneered and said: "Stop talking, I am a ten thousand year old demon."

"You are a female disciple of the Immortal Sect. What a monster! Don't come here to trick me."

Ah Man blinked: "Okay, I'm not a demon, I'm a devil."

When Wang Zi'an heard this, he shook his head helplessly and sat cross-legged at the tea table. Ah Man glanced at him.

"Don't worry about my tea, it's none of your business." Ah Man took out a water bag from the mustard bag, threw it to Wang Zi'an, and lay back down.

"I heated the water, you are too stingy."

"I have always been stingy, and if I feel sorry for a man, he will be unlucky for the rest of his life." Ah Man said and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Zi'an helplessly held the water bag and stood up and went back to the two blankets that belonged to him.

…

The glow was gradually shrouded in darkness, the night was filled with stars, and the moon was just a peak.

The bonfire roared alone, occasionally emitting the mournful sound of firewood.

After drinking a pot of Yunshen tea and sleeping for two more hours, Aman finally felt better.

She opened her eyes and kept exploring the extra mustard seed sac with her hands:

131,132,133!

Good guy, one hundred and thirty-three pieces of Xuan Jing! And at least ten of them are absolutely top quality!

Aman's eyes lit up, and her heroic skills must have a chance to be upgraded!

but……

Ah Man touched a small puppet statue, and she took it out in surprise.

This statue is half a foot tall and is made of wood painted with paint. I don’t know how patiently the craftsman who polished it was, but the entire statue was polished smoothly and smoothly, and the carved clothes and robes were lifelike.

Especially the facial features of this statue, the sword-shaped brows and starry eyes have a handsome and extraordinary look that she is familiar with...

Hmm? Familiar?!

Ah Man sat upright. She grabbed the sculpture and looked at it carefully, then rubbed her eyes. Then she rushed to the bonfire and looked at the facial features of the sculpture again and again in front of the torch.

this……

Why does this sculpture look like Master?

Ah Man was very confused. First there was the hidden ability of the Jade Dragon Seal, and then there was the sudden appearance of the mustard seed sac and the wood carving inside...

"What are you looking at?" Wang Zi'an turned over and saw Ah Man squatting by the fire, and asked with concern.

Ah Man blinked and quickly put the sculpture back into the mustard bag.

"Are you awake? That's just in time. Take me with you to recite the Yingzhao chapter of the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

Wang Zi'an rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Now? Why are you carrying it?"

"I'll show you my magic." Ah Man said boldly: "Hurry up and memorize it!"

Wang Zi'an was very obedient and immediately recited it. Aman followed him and repeated it in a low voice. Soon Yingzhao suddenly appeared in front of her with wings flashing and knelt down on the horse's legs.

"This, this is... a heroic move?" Wang Zi'an saw something similar to the description just after memorizing it, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"That's right." Ah Man opened the mustard seed bag and poured out some Xuan Jing: "Come on, Xiao Yingzhao, let's see if you have any luck and show me the tiger stripes."
Chapter completed!