Ling Xuewei turned her head, and Ye Moyan was standing behind her at some point.
"It's cold, why are you wearing such thin clothes?" Ye Moyan scolded.
Ling Xuewei gathered her cloak and chuckled, "Why did you come out? The matter has been dealt with?"
"Yes." Ye Moyan put his arms around Ling Xuewei and took her into his arms.
Stroke her hair gently, again and again.
The two of them just cuddled together quietly, looking at the bright sky in the distance.
Unconsciously, Ling Xuewei felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she didn't even know when she finally fell asleep.
She only remembered the familiar temperature beside her, which made her feel extremely at ease.
The fatigue from the past few days came together, and I heard a faint sigh, "Go to sleep."
Then it fell into darkness.
…
"Master." Yue Qing walked to Ye Moyan.
"Has the matter been settled?" Ye Moyan said calmly.
"It has been dealt with. The rumors have been brought under control. At least in the near future, we won't worry about anyone over there doing anything bad to the girl," Yue Qing said.
"Well, you go down." Ye Moyan nodded.
"yes."
Ye Moyan leaned quietly by the bed, looking at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms, with a slight smile on his lips.
Press a kiss on her forehead and close her eyes.
…
The next day, it was almost evening when Ling Xuewei woke up again.
This sleep made her feel refreshed and extremely comfortable.
When Ye Moyan was not seen, she got up and packed herself up before going to her master.
That day the ghost army retreated, and she secretly performed operations on her master and several seriously injured elders.
After all, the master has reached the level of Martial Saint and recovered quickly, but the situation is different for the other elders. I am afraid they will have to rest in bed for at least a few days before they can move.
Now that the Ghost Army has fought, Tianxing Sect has become famous.
A second-class sect has two martial saints. Is there anything more shocking than this?
The Alliance Rebels have not made any moves yet, but Ling Xuewei thinks they will soon.
Now four of the eight sects have been expelled. Zixiao Palace is lucky enough to retain its position, but it is far from what it was before. In order to balance the situation, new influential forces will inevitably be selected to fill the vacancies in the eight sects.
Now that the sect has become famous, it is natural that it will bear the brunt.
Sure enough, when she came in, she saw Wu Yi and two old men sitting in the room.
"This must be Miss Ling, right?"
The two old men were very polite to her and showed a little respect.
Who knows that she is now a Martial Saint and has made contributions in this war, so her weight is naturally unusual.
"I've met two seniors."
"Okay, no need to be polite, sit down quickly."
Ling Xuewei walked aside and sat down, nodding slightly to Wu Yi opposite.
Zhuo Tianzhan's face was still a little bad, but his energy was getting better, and he looked at her with eyes full of pride and love.
"Sect Master Zhuo, we came here today because we have something to ask of you."
"You two, please speak."
"Now that the Dark Emperor has awakened and the Diming Palace has returned to the world, the situation in the future may be even more severe. And after this battle, the rebels of our alliance have also suffered a lot of damage. This is the time when everyone needs to watch and help. Therefore, I implore Sect Leader Zhuo.
You can lead the Tianxing Sect, join our eighth sect, and help our alliance’s rebel army!”
As they spoke, the two stood up and bowed deeply to him.
These words were quite sincere. Ling Xuewei said nothing, waiting for her master to make the decision.
"Please get up, Wei'er, please help the two seniors sit down."
Ling Xuewei acted as she was told, and the two of them sat down again, looking at each other earnestly.
"Since I am protected by everyone in the alliance, I naturally have to do my best to help Zhuo. Not only because war is about to break out, but also to protect all the innocent people in Cang Yun Realm from suffering. Zhuo is willing to help!"
The words made the two old men burst into tears with excitement, and they kept holding on to Zhuo Tianzhan and wouldn't let go.
After the conversation, Ling Xuewei took Zhuo Tianzhan to send the three of them away.
Wu Yi walked behind and asked about her situation, and Ling Xuewei answered her questions one by one.
"By the way, is Gongsun Yan okay?"
Wu Yi stopped and said, "He's fine, he just didn't wake up."
Ling Xuewei could hear the worry in his words and said, "Is it convenient for me to go see him?"
Wu Yi's eyes lit up with joy, he nodded and said, "I'll make arrangements."
After all, Ling Xuewei's status is different now, so she must be cautious in everything she says and does, so as not to be criticized by others.
"good."
…
Wu Yi sent word in the afternoon that Ling Xuewei went over and brought some soul-nourishing pills.
Gongsun Yan has been in a coma, probably because his demon soul was forcibly deprived of him.
When he came to the bedside, Gongsun Yan was lying there quietly, with a defenseless expression.
"Here he comes." Sheng Haomiao was also there, and Ling Xuewei nodded to him, "I'm here to see him."
"The pharmacist has come to see her and said that A Yan has injured his soul consciousness and may have to sleep for a while. And..." Sheng Haomiao hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Even if he wakes up, there may be sequelae."
Ling Xuewei frowned and sat down to take Gongsun Yan's pulse.
The snow-white wrists and skin are better than snow, but they are a bit more sickly.
"He is currently repairing himself and will wake up in seven days at most," Ling Xuewei said.
"Really?" Sheng Haomiao was surprised.
"It shouldn't be wrong. These are some soul-nourishing pills. If you give him one pill every day, it should be of some use." Ling Xuewei handed over the soul-nourishing pills he brought.
Sheng Haomiao held the medicine bottle with a complicated expression on her face.
At this time, the door was opened, "Uncle Yu?"
The person who came was none other than the elder of Shuiyue Pavilion, Yu Ji.
"I came to see Yan'er, how is he today?" Yu Ji came in and saw someone else in the house, "Miss Ling is here too."
Ling Xuewei stood up and said, "Xuewei has met senior."
"Sit down quickly, good girl, I haven't thanked you for saving Yan'er's life! I have already heard from Haomiao and Yi'er that it was you who saved Yan'er."
"Gongsun Yan is also my friend. What's more, he treats me sincerely and sacrifices his life to save him. I will definitely repay him."
"Well, you are a grateful person. I will accept this kindness on behalf of Shuiyue Pavilion. I, Shuiyue Pavilion, owe you a huge favor. If necessary, I will do my best to do so."
Ling Xuewei knew that it was not easy for Shuiyue Pavilion to owe a favor, but she had no intention of asking for repayment.
There was a smile on his face, but he didn't respond.
Yu Ji's eyes softened and she looked at her with more satisfaction. She did not take the opportunity to ask for anything in return. This kind of kindness alone was very rare. It was no wonder that the three children, Yan'er and Hao Miao Yi'er, valued her so much.
Not long after, Yu Ji left.
Ling Xuewei chatted with the two of them for a few words, but didn't stay much longer.
When I returned to the room, I saw Ye Moyan was there.
"Back?"
"Well, I went to see a friend."
Ye Moyan sat on a chair, with white tea mist covering half of his face, making it look a little gloomy.
Ling Xuewei took off her cloak and walked over.
Ling Xuewei sat next to him, leaned directly on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
