Time passed by bit by bit. Chu Xunyu sat in the waterfall and realized the high realm of Jian Ruxue. It had been more than a month since he was sitting in the waterfall. Ouyang Pingting asked the man worriedly at the door of the wooden house: "Young Master hasn't come out yet, so there will be no problem."

The man smiled and shook his head: "It's amazing to have a big lie, but it will take some time to fully integrate the essence of my sword technique. Take your time."

The little boy sat on the ground and ate lunch while muttering to Ouyang Bingting: "Sister, don't worry, the time here is different from outside. When the senior brother finishes it, it will only take two or three days outside."

"She knows the world here more than you." The man spread his hands, "They have been here longer than you."

The little boy curled his lips in an uninteresting way and tasted the sword soul of Qiu Jian, that is, the uncle sat on a stone not far away, and habitually poured it into his mouth with the wine gourd. Naturally, there was nothing. The little boy laughed: "Uncle, how long have you been dead? Is there any wine in this gourd?"

"I'm used to it." The uncle scratched his head and then looked at the decorations around him. "Is there anything like jar or bucket here? I guess I'll stay here for a long time and can make wine by myself."

"You can make wine?" the man asked in surprise.

"Yes." The uncle nodded proudly, "and his level is very high."

"I didn't see it." The man turned his head and said lightly.

"You are jealous." The uncle also showed great disdain, "Let you see it in a few days."

"Okay, okay, okay." The man shook his head helplessly, "Then I'll wait for a good meal and drink."

"Hehe, in fact, you are the most useless, Master." The little boy suddenly pointed at the man and laughed, "Master, you can't cook, you can't make wine, you can't eat or drink. You really don't know how you came through these years."

"The cultivators do not have to eat and drink." The man answered a little disappointedly.

"That's it." The uncle also called out, haha, "You are a cultivator. If you were an ordinary person, you would probably die of exhaustion outside the door and starve to death in the bed within a few days."

"Nonsense!" The man never gave in. "I also have some experience in cooking."

"It tastes better than anyone else." The uncle mocked him, and the man was furious. The two of them whispered each other, but instead made the child laugh, causing a long-lost laughter to appear in the polar places that had been silent for too long.

Ouyang Bingting smiled and said to the little boy: "Actually, we are looking for a few people to come, which is just a small sect."

"Yes." The little boy shouted happily, "Look, the master is the head, you and the uncle are the uncles and uncles, and brother and I are disciples. We can also establish a sect."

"It's just that your senior brother is the lowest among us." The uncle suddenly stopped arguing with the man and sarcastically said to Chu Xunyu. Chu Xunyu shivered in the waterfall for no reason...

Just as Chu Xunyu was staying in the two extremes to practice, the outside world and in the fairyland of Shushan, Mu Yuan, Wangchen and Sun Mengqing were sitting in different rooms discussing the next situation. Mu Yuan asked: "It's been all day long, and the wild man didn't move. Do you want us to go over and see him?"

"Stop looking." Wangchen signaled Mu Yuan to be calm, "The Battle of Shushan has only ended completely now, and it has been concluded. As for our traces, Xiaoyou Chu has to command the battle and be a aftermath. He was injured on his body, so he really needed a rest. Let's not disturb him, just wait for a few days."

Sun Mengqing also agreed, and Wangchen asked Sun Mengqing again: "General Sun..."

"Call me Sun Mengqing." Sun Mengqing said modestly, "I have retired, and I am still your junior."

"Haha, OK." Wangchen laughed, "Are you going to wait for us near Nanjiang next?"

"Yes." Sun Mengqing nodded affirmatively, "I want to go to southern Xinjiang with you, but he definitely disagrees, so I thought about it and prepared to contact some old friends and wait for the nearby areas. If anything goes wrong, I will immediately rush over to Xingye to help you."

"It's really troublesome." Wangchen nodded in sighing.

As the three of them were talking, someone suddenly knocked on the door. When they opened the door, they saw that it was the two elders, Tunhuo and Duanfeng. They invited them into the house. Duanfeng said carelessly: "Thanks to the Chu brother this time, I have been busy these days, and I have only the opportunity to thank him now. Where are the others?"

"He is very tired when he is resting." Sun Mengqing said apologetically, "I have been fighting for several days and my body is not very injured, so I am still asleep. I guess there will be one or two days left."

"Oh?" Tunhuo sat down and took a sip of the tea poured by Mu Yuan. "Since that's the case, we will come back in a few days. We must meet Brother Chu. Huihui is a friend of life and death, and this love is not easy."

Wangchen said politely: "Then we'll disturb you for a few more days, I'm so embarrassed."

"Where should it be." Duan Feng asked generously, "What else do you need in life? We have someone to send it here. We have time to go to my place to have a small gathering. When Brother Chu wakes up, we will hold a formal banquet."

"No..." Mu Yuan said with a sad face, "There is no need to eat. We can just eat some pastries tonight."

"What's wrong?" Tunhuo asked curiously, "I remember that Brother Mu Yuan likes to eat the most?"

"Haha." Wangchen pointed at Mu Yuan and joked, "Sichuan cuisine is too spicy. I have made him so spicy these days that I dare not open my mouth."

Mu Yuan raised his mouth in distress: "Didn't you see my mouth swollen? It's the same as a pig's mouth, it's numb and spicy, and it's really unstoppable."

Duanfeng smiled and patted his shoulder: "There are many mountains in Shu and there are many fogs. Drink some strong wine, eat some pepper and spicy sweat, so you won't be rheumatized. This is the tradition."

Everyone talked and laughed, and got together, and at the same time, on an isolated island overseas...

A square-faced man was talking to several men and women of different shapes. Suddenly, a woodcutter came from a distance with a gray-headed boy in white and shouted: "Come on now! Something happened, the seventh brother is back!"

Everyone turned around when they heard the sound. Seeing the boy in white covering his abdomen and walked towards him with pain, they all lost their expressions. They quickly got up and rushed over, holding the boy in white covering sitting on the stone bench. The big man in square face asked, "What's wrong?"

The boy in white took his hand away, and a strange red awl was inserted into it. It was engraved with talismans in Miao language. The blood stains seemed to never be able to do it. Everyone was shocked when they saw it. A girl next to him asked in surprise: "How can such a kind of alien religious belief appear in Shushan? Shushan never rubbed sand in his eyes?"

"It's not Shushan, it's Jieyuan Sect!" said the woodcutter frowned, "On the way I went to pick him up just now, he told me that Jieyuan Sect and Shushan fought a battle, and both sides were injured. He was involved and could not advance or retreat. This was injured by the people from Jieyuan Sect."

"It is important to cure the injury first." The square-faced man said to a woman sewing clothes, "Send it to my second brother and let him see."

"He hasn't been cured yet, and he is still curing others." The woodcutter said angrily.

"Does it matter if it's good or not, let's see it first." Everyone helped the young man in white away with all his arms. The square-faced man said to an old man in a straw raincoat next to him: "It's unexpected to get this point. When Lao Qi's injury improves a little, we're discussing your going out."
Chapter completed!