According to the records in Loulan geographical documents, there are indeed no saints in the Xuanwu Continent. Unexpectedly, today it opened everyone's eyes.

It turns out that not everything in books is correct.

Situ Tianxing looked at the master and shook his head, smiling bitterly: "Just imagine, if he told you this before this, would you believe it?"

The master thought for a while, shook his head and replied: "It's really hard to believe."

...

Li Xiuyuan did not wake up in the evening of that day. He slept peacefully and had a good sleep with the fragrance of flowers in the garden.

It wasn't until midnight the next day that I slowly opened my eyes.

After washing up, Li felt no hunger in his empty stomach.

Instead, he sat at the table under the eaves, lit the water stove, and wanted to make a pot of spiritual tea to calm down his mood.

The affairs of Tianlong Holy Land did not require him to pay too much attention, because Yun Tianhong had already warned Duanmu Tianfeng.

Presumably Duanmu Fei will also tell the leaders and elders of the Holy Land everything that happened today.

After all, I am the most innocent person.

Seeing Ping An and Xiao Linger practicing their swordsmanship in the garden when they got up early, Li Xiuyuan finally felt some joy in his sword.

Even if he leaves here one day, he will leave his swordsmanship in the lives of the two of them.

There is also junior sister Chen Xiaoyan, who must have also learned the snow-cutting sword technique, and the rest is just a matter of slowly polishing it and improving it slowly.

I don't know how long it took, but Nalan Ruoyu, who had gotten up early, quietly came to the table and sat down.
Chapter completed!