Chu Yu didn't know what Qiankun was thinking. He looked at the excited Ning Zhao and didn't know what was going on. He always felt a little uncomfortable.

He deceived his senior sister, but she was still sincerely happy that she could practice.

Ning Zhao didn't know what Chu Yu was thinking. She had to suppress her smile to prevent her lips from grinning.

Xiaowogua said last time that if she could help Chu Yu cure the strange disease, she would be rewarded with a genius gift package!

Ah ah ah ah ah, is the life of a hard-working worker finally coming to an end? Is her life as a chosen daughter about to begin?

Ning Zhao was afraid that he would burst out laughing if he stayed here any longer, so he quickly pretended that he had something to do, said something to Chu Yu, and rushed back to his cabin.

Qiankun looked at her back and shouted from behind, "Hey, Senior Sister, Senior Sister, there is also the matter of Tianshan Snow Lotus!"

It's a pity that Ning Zhao didn't hear it.

Chu Yu watched Ning Zhao jumping into the cabin and closing the door, and also closed his own door.

He sat next to the desk and looked at the Tianshan Snow Lotus on the window sill, his eyes dark.

"Hey, nephew, you haven't told me the reason yet. Why, you don't believe this beautiful senior sister of yours?"

"I've been so kind to you. I've brought treasures like Tianshan Snow Lotus to you, but you're still on guard against me... tsk tsk tsk..."

Chu Yu looked at Qiankun, who was lying on his back in mid-air, with some uneasiness in his eyes.

He seemed to be telling Qiankun, and also seemed to be telling himself, "No one can be completely trusted."

Qiankun rolled his eyes again. He couldn't even count how many times he had rolled his eyes today.

"What are you doing, what are you doing? You kid, you think so much at a young age and you are not afraid of growing old!"

"You are still young, and these are not things you should consider. Just...just enjoy your leisurely life in the big sect, practice well, and have a good relationship with those people who are worthy of association."

Qiankun put down Erlang's crossed legs and said seriously: "If you have time to think about these things, you might as well think about how to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage within a year. Your mother is still waiting!"

Chu Yu looked at Qian Kun, whose lips were opening and closing under the sun. His figure was dissipating little by little, and he was sucked back into the sword as soon as he finished speaking.

Chu Yu was silent for a moment, lowered his head, and said thank you softly.

These words disappeared in the wind blowing from the window.

…

A period of more than ten days is only the blink of an eye in the world of cultivation. After all, some great masters stay in retreat for several years or even more than ten years. Compared with this, a period of more than ten days is really not enough.

However, these ten days passed extremely long in Ning Zhao's eyes.

She has been supervising and accompanying Chu Yu in sword practice these days, and has taught him the most basic "Introduction to Sword Manual". It seems that Chu Yu has a high level of understanding, but in more than ten days, he has mastered the sword styles in "Introduction to Sword Manual"

, has been fully understood by him.

As the saying goes, "The master leads you in, and cultivation depends on the individual."

Lord Linghui, a good old man, is really too busy. He is busy pacifying the troubles in the mortal realm of Zhongzhou, busy discussing with other elders the roster of people who will go to Xuantian Cave this time, and busy collecting treasures for Ning Zhao and Chu Yu to defend themselves.

Therefore, he had no time to supervise and teach Chu Yu's cultivation, so the job fell to Ning Zhao, who was not that busy.

These days, Ning Zhao gets up earlier than a chicken in the morning, running around various hills such as Xiaozhu Peak in Qingya Mountain with a small bottle, just to collect morning dew.

During the day, he practiced swordsmanship with Chu Yu and taught him swordsmanship, and at night he stayed up late reading story books.

There was really no good rest these days, and Ning Zhao felt that his head was a little light.

"Under the disciples of Venerable Linghui of Xiaozhu Peak, Ning Zhao and Chu Yu!"

When she heard her name, her body had already taken a step ahead of her mind.

"Senior sister?"

Chu Yu pulled her back.

Ning Zhao came back to his senses and looked at the crowded crowd around him, thinking that only at this time could he know how many disciples the Spirit Sword Sect had.

In another hour, they will take a flying boat to the Xuantian Cave in Zhongzhou to search for various secret treasures in the secret realm.

In this treasure hunt in the secret realm, many disciples from the five major sects were sent to participate. Of course, no one can predict such things as chance, and no one will have too much.

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you? Didn't you rest?"

Ning Zhao looked at the caring expression on Chu Yu's face, and saw the green characters on his head - Ning Zhao: 25 (a fellow senior sister with whom he has a good relationship), and couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart.

Who would have thought that she would get up early every day to collect morning dew for more than ten days, and only gain two degrees of intimacy together.

Oh no, there are two big dark circles under his eyes.

Zai, I remember you were not like this before. You were so generous before. You once directly added eight degrees of intimacy to me!

"It's okay, I just got distracted."

Ning Zhao raised a smile and looked at Chu Yu, who was standing next to him. He seemed... taller than when he first arrived at the Immortal Sect. He was still very thin and pale, and he still looked like he would fall over if the wind blew.

"Under the sect of Venerable Lingyue of Qingya Mountain, Ye Tianhe, Ning Yan, and Mo Yiyi."

Noila Mo, isn’t she going?

Ning Zhao looked in the direction of Mo Yiyi with the excitement of people eating melons. She was standing with Ye Tianhe with a dazzling smile on her face.

Lord Lingyue was standing behind these two people. Ning Zhao looked at his cold eyes and couldn't help but rub his arms.

If eyes could tell a shark, Ye Tianhe would have been dropped by Lord Lingyue's shark dozens of times in just a short time.

But...why didn't I see Jian Hengzhi? There was also a male supporting actor named Song Xiaoyao who I didn't see either.

Not only them, she didn't even see Ning Yan.

Ning Zhao stood on tiptoe and looked around, but there were so many people surrounding the square that she could only see the dark back of her head, and nothing else.

"Ah Zhao."

It was Ye Tianhe who came over at some unknown time. He had a green sachet hanging on his waist, which was very inconsistent with his usual style.

Seeing Ning Zhao's eyes fixed on the sachet, he gently stroked the sachet twice as if he was playing with a treasure. There was a sweetness in his tone, "This is what Yiyi gave me. She said this sachet belongs to her."

It took me several nights to make it.”

"Really, I haven't had a good rest these days, and I am the one who suffers. I feel like Yiyi has lost weight just looking at her."

Ning Zhao looked at Mo Yiyi, who was chatting with other people not far away and was very happy and rosy. She really couldn't associate the two words "lost weight" with her.

No, brother, you are really just talking nonsense. Look at Mo Yiyi like this. Where does it look like she has lost weight, and where does she look like she has no energy?

I think that with her aura, if she had the matching strength, she would be able to kill a cow with one punch.

Ning Zhao silently complained in his heart, as expected, beauty is in the eye of the beholder... No matter what the heroine does, he can add a layer of pink bubbles to her filter.

"A Zhao?"

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