The next day, the sun was bright.

But the Qingyan Sect is still chilly.

After washing, the girl poured out the water.

When I returned to the house, I happened to see Ba ​​Dan writing.

The word Liu.

It's the woman's last name.

Another word "Wang" was written.

She didn't know whose surname this was.

Or maybe it's just an essay.

After writing the words, Badan looked at the two words with satisfaction.

‘Address, let’s take a look, are these two words quite right?’

The little girl was a little confused.

But he thought of another thing.

"Master, give me a name."

‘Name, yes, name! Girl, master, I have a great idea. Let’s send a message to each other, don’t let outsiders listen.’

Hearing this, the little girl was in a state of energy.

‘What a great way.’

Badan recalled his previous idea of ​​being bored in the mountains.

The idea of ​​meeting awesome bosses in the future, asking them to give them names, and then catching up with relationships and embracing their thighs.

‘Advisor, my name is just a name, but if you ask the deputy sect leader to name you, the meaning will be different. Maybe she is willing to accept you as her sister, then you can almost walk sideways in Qingyan Sect in the future!’

‘Master, I don’t want her to get up…’

'Silly apprentice, how do you teach you as a teacher? This world is very dangerous. You and I are both masters and apprentices, one is an orphan, and the other is a monster. If you want to live well and live for a long time, you can't just be low-key, you have to be able to hold your thighs. And I won't say it anymore. That's your master's wife. Is there any difference between what the master gave and what the master's wife gave?'

The little girl still wants to argue.

Badan said with a final say: 'This matter is decided. At worst, the master will give you a nickname or something in the future. There is no difference. Also, you can't be too hasty about this matter. Let's spend more time together and have feelings for each other, and then mention this matter."

After all, I still live like I hate it.

Once upon a time, Badan also hated those remarks for your good intentions.

‘Asking it.’

'Um.'

'good.'

Liu Yiyi returned from patrol.

Badan put away the words he wrote and asked how it was.

Liu Yiyi inspected the scope of Qingyan Sect affected by the Dao injury and estimated the losses.

"It's a bit bad, but it's within the scope of being able to withstand it. What's more serious is that the road injury is still going to continue to spread, and it must be lifted as soon as possible."

Seeing the little girl getting nervous, Liu Yiyi comforted her: "Don't have too much psychological burden. The Qingyan Sect's address is remote and there is no people around, so there is still time."

"I will do my best!"

"Okay, just have this heart. Although this is a disaster, it is also an opportunity for you. The Dao wound contains the rules of the Dao. From it, you can understand and learn. When you eliminate these Dao wounds, your understanding of your own spiritual roots will also break to a new level."

"Come with me." Liu Yiyi greeted Ba Dan, and the surrounding space was twisted and the scenery suddenly changed.

When everything is stable, it has reached outside the Qingyan Sect, the Taoist injury spreads and the edge of the periphery.

"Meditation here to communicate with those injuries."

The little girl sat cross-legged in the snow and began to meditate as she said.

In the area covered by ice and snow, the spiritual energy is constantly absorbed by the ice, and there is no spiritual energy provided to other creatures.

There was no new spiritual energy pouring in on the spiritual plantation on Yunxiu Mountain after the freezing of the frozen state that day.

The ability to last until today is all due to the three spiritual marrows given by Bu Qingyun before.

Badan sealed it with the sword formation, letting the sword formation absorb the spiritual energy, then release the spiritual energy, and raise the spiritual plants in that yard.

"Since you can lift the ice of the spiritual plantation, you should not be afraid of this injury. You can try to get in touch with it."

‘I can do it too? Then I'll give it a try.’

Badan landed on the ground, contacted the ice, and tried to fall asleep.

Unlike human meditation, Badan’s practice is sleeping.

After he fell asleep, his body would communicate with the heaven and earth on his own and breathe spiritual energy.

‘That, remember to wake me up. I don’t want to sleep for thousands of years by accident.’

'sleep?'

‘Yes, I practice to sleep.’

‘Who taught you?’

‘A…’ someone who looks very much like you.

‘A very powerful person, I won’t lie to you, remember to ask me to get up at night.’

Badan gathered his spiritual consciousness and let go of his thoughts.

But this time, it was warm and it seemed that the comfort of taking a hot bath did not appear.

On the contrary, a pain of needle stabbing invaded his whole body.

Badan wanted to wake up, but couldn't.

The tingling feeling is getting worse and worse.

The art of showing glory!

The sting began to weaken, but it was extremely slow.

Badan felt that time had passed for a long time.

It seemed like hundreds of years later that I finally woke up.

‘How long have I slept?’

Liu Yiyi stared at Ba Dan with a look of surprise, "Is there any enlightenment in less than a moment?"

It's not even a moment...

He felt like he had been locked up for a century.

‘No, I feel like I’m locked in a thorny cage and I almost can’t get out. My eldest disciple won’t be in trouble, right?’

"She will be fine, this is the principle she brings."

That kind of pain cannot be understood without experiencing it.

Badan observed for a while worriedly.

It's certain that the girl did not show any painful expression.

‘Look! The ice melts!’

Ba Dan was surprised to find that the ice around the girl was dissipating little by little.

"You read it wrong. What I want is not the result. These spiritual energy converted into ice is unusable to ordinary people, but there is no limit to her. The ice you see is just that she is using the spiritual energy in it to practice."

‘That’s it…’

The ice layer dissipates faster and faster.

But after careful observation, I found that these ices have become smaller, bigger, and smaller, reducing in a tug-of-war way.

It can be imagined that as long as the girl stops practicing, the ice will continue to engulf the surrounding spiritual energy.

Half a day later, the meditation ends.

A lot of ice around melted, and a lot of slags spread into powder were piled up on the ground.

These slags are broken trees, flowers and plants.

"I succeed..."

After waking up, the girl couldn't help but feel happy when she saw that the ice around her was significantly reduced.

But soon it was discovered that the ground was frozen again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It doesn't matter. The first time I'm asking you to find the feeling. Next, you don't use the exercises, just simply go to the channel and try again."

"good."
To be continued...