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Under the eaves, shell wind chimes moved with the wind, making a whimpering sound like ocean waves.

The stream gurgled, the sound was sweet, and the Youmeng peach blossoms bloomed and withered, bloomed again after withering, and the ground was pink and white, far more magnificent than the sunset in the west.

Yin Miaomiao was sitting in the study, flipping through official documents. She and Gu Qiushui blamed each other, and both sides suffered losses. Each accumulated a lot of chores, and had to suffer the consequences and waste time on them.

There were footsteps outside the door.

She asked without looking up: "You're back, is everything going well?"

Liansheng replied: "Bai Yishen has solved it all."

"I think so." Yin Miaomiao smiled and said, "If you are tired, you can come back and rest."

Liansheng remained silent, walked closer, stared at her face, and said softly: "Thank you for still remembering me after so many years."

Her hand holding the pen paused, she raised her head and sighed: "Silly."

"If I had been a monk, I would be extremely grateful for everything you have done today." He knelt down on the ground and leaned on her shoulder as he often did many years ago, "but I am not."

Yin Miaomiao looked gentle and said warmly: "It's not too late to start today."

"It's hard to recover when you overturn the water." He smiled softly, "My life has stopped."

Ye Zhou said that a monk is a person walking on the road, and love is the sunshine and stars, illuminating the long journey. However, he is a person locked in a house, and love is the heartbeat, which is the only way for him to know that he is alive.

"I used to feel resentful and resentful when I couldn't wait for you, but now I have no resentment or hatred." He leaned against her and whispered, "Do you know why? Because, the moment I jump down, I will never have to wait again.

It’s your turn, you’ve got what you wanted, and there’s no resentment whatsoever.”

Yin Miaomiao closed her eyes, filled with sadness.

The world of mortals is mysterious, and it feels so much like human skin, but the people around you have no warmth or heartbeat, they are just ghosts with entities.

Liansheng slowly sat up straight and stared into her eyes: "I died a long time ago. I don't care at all about the beautiful scenery you told me about - what I care about is your beautiful scenery."

The world Bai Yishen showed him was magnificent and wonderful. It was not that he didn't like it. But for him, it was meaningless to see all kinds of scenery alone.

"I can't control the flame well, Bai Yishen said, that's because I'm not a real weapon spirit yet." He smiled, charmingly, "I was a little angry at the time. After staying in the furnace for eighty-one days,

Why doesn’t it count? Now I understand.”

A hint of surprise flashed in Yin Miaomiao's eyes, she didn't know about this.

"When I died, I wanted to be by your side, so after all these years, I am still 'me'." He turned his eyes sideways and could just see the figure reflected in the mirror on the dressing table. The corners of his eyebrows and eyes were still the same.

Revlon, which captivated everyone in the past.

He raised the corners of his lips in front of the mirror, and the beauty in the mirror smiled back: "But in fact, I am no longer 'me'. My life has been in your body for a long time. It should be the flower in your hand.

sword."

The beauty's face became blurred, and her figure was like a statue that had been weathered for many years, turning into dust. The red dust flowed, and the fine sand, like the finest silk, flowed into her palms.

"Over the years, I have gone through everything with you. I have seen Mu Tianguang and Ye Zhou. There have always been people who have been with you and loved you. They are all monks and your fellow travelers. It's time for me to relax and let go.

."

The red dust sinks into the palm of the hand and becomes one with the lotus in the Dantian.

"I am a layman and do not understand the bearing of a monk. The human body troubles me. So, let me live in your life in this way."

In an instant, the red lotus emitted bright golden light. Its weapon spirit let go of its last attachment and merged into this new body willingly.

The delicate petals came to life, blooming and gathering flexibly as she pleased; the leaf stems were close to her palms and fingers, fitting tightly, and her grasp was perfect; in the lotus heart, the black flame burned quietly, as if it had been domesticated for many years.

Love pets.

How? He asked, but it was not a question or a message, but it appeared directly in his mind, as natural as his own thoughts.

very good.

As soon as she thought about it, he knew it.

Suddenly, the four words that best describe it emerged in Yin Miaomiao's mind: connected hearts.

It turns out that this is the true appearance of the natal magic weapon and its owner: it can convey its thoughts without any words, without any movements, and it will never leave.

Yin Miaomiao took back the red lotus and let it sink into her dantian.

She knew that this was Liansheng's answer.

Emerald Stone Peak.

Ren Wuwei clung to the half-broken blade and looked at Yin Miaomiao's back sharply.

Yin Miaomiao's wrist sank, and the lotus lightsaber swept behind him, trying to block his attack. However, the broken sword was raised upward at the critical moment, avoiding the blockage, and went straight to his shoulder.

At the critical moment, the flames suddenly swayed, and a piece of flame armor emerged, just enough to block the sword on the shoulder.

Ren Wuwei sheathed his sword and received rare praise: "Yes, you can move at will and be flexible and changeable. This magic weapon will be more suitable for you after it has advanced."

The Crystal Lotus was originally a control magic weapon, but Yin Miaomiao's soul and illusion skills already have strong field control capabilities. Now it is turned into a weapon, which makes up for her shortcomings and enhances her ability in medium and close combat.

Compared with the stereotyped sword or whip, the flame blade is more dexterous, with arbitrary length and seamless switching between hardness and softness, which is very consistent with her daily fighting habit of alternating virtual and real.

Yin Miaomiao was indeed proud: "I designed it myself, of course it is suitable."

Ren Wuwei could not tolerate her pride and said: "Oh, that's what I said is right. Only when the magic weapon has spirit can it exert its greatest power."

Yin Miaomiao: "..."

"Now that you have the magic weapon, you have to train your spiritual pet well." Ren Wuwei rarely had the joy of being a master and pursued the victory, "How is Phoenix?"

Yin Miaomiao said: "Let's go to school, it can't grow with me now."

"You are so considerate, your spiritual pet is your spiritual pet, and your demon cultivator is your demon cultivator." Ren Wuwei said sincerely x2.

Yin Miaomiao asked back: "What if it doesn't want to be a spiritual pet when it grows up, but wants to be a demon cultivator?"

The contract was left behind by Feng Lin before Nirvana. Not to mention what his psychology was for doing this, Phoenix was more attached to her and had a nestling complex than obeying the contract.

If you ask it now if it is willing to be a spiritual pet, the answer must be yes. But when a child said that he wanted to be an e-sports player when he was ignorant, would the parents believe it and stop taking cultural classes?

Definitely not. You should still study when you should. When your child is older and has thought clearly, you still have to do it, and then you will support him to continue.

White Tiger is willing to be the spiritual pet of True Lord Zhenhu, which is the result of its consideration. But Little Phoenix has not yet been able to make a responsible choice for his own life.

"Some monsters can surrender to humans, and some would rather die than surrender." She said, "Everyone says that the Phoenix is ​​a proud race. There is a real Phoenix in its soul. No one can be sure of what the future will bring."

Ren Wuwei sighed heavily. He also understood this truth. There are many unruly monsters, including birds, and nine out of ten would like to fly freely in the sky without restraint. But his apprentice finally got a phoenix, and he actually wanted to do it.

It always makes him feel tired to let him go back to nature.

"Everyone is trying every possible means to conquer their spiritual pets. It's better for you to push it out again and again. The same goes for the Golden Scale Armor. It has been kept at home for so many years and given to others."

Yin Miaomiao said leisurely: "This proves that I am right. Xiao Zhi is willing to be a spiritual pet, but I am not the master he chose. He likes Nanyang."

Ren Wuwei couldn't stand her virtue and stabbed his heart with a sword: "When did you become so generous to your senior brother?"

Yin Miaomiao paused, glared at him and sneered: "Be careful, I will kill my master."

Ren Wuwei waved his hand and said concisely: "Come."

The lotus flame in her hand shot out like an arrow. The moment it reached her, it suddenly burst open and exploded with majestic force. The spiritual energy vibrated and made a sharp whistling sound.

Ren Wuwei was fooled by Leng Buding, and was forced to take two steps back: "What is it?"

"It's just a little trick I borrowed from the Fire Forbidden Technique." She said lightly, "Master, you are getting old."

Ren Wuwei had a toothache and suddenly felt angry: "Do you think it's appropriate to use a hidden weapon against Master?"

"It's quite appropriate. Soldiers never tire of deceit." Yin Miaomiao turned over her hand, and the red lotus disappeared into her palm. She said with restraint, "I won."

Ren Wuwei: "..."

Yin Miaomiao was able to force his master back with only red lotus and flames. He was very happy and turned around and said, "I'm tired. I'm going back. See you tomorrow."

After that, a clear light flashed, and people returned to Bailu Peak.

There was a voice in the room.

"Zhouzhou! I'm disfigured!!" The little Phoenix's sobbing voice was so obvious that one could immediately imagine a pathetic little creature with its head hung up.

Ye Zhou said calmly: "It's just the moulting period."

Little Phoenix didn't listen: "I'm bald qaq"

Yin Miaomiao swore that she used her Nascent Soul cultivation to barely suppress her laughter.

"It will grow out." Ye Zhou's tone had no ups and downs.

"I'm done." Little Phoenix said in a tone that she didn't know where she learned, "No banshee will like me."

Yin Miaomiao couldn't bear it anymore and pushed the door open and entered.

A furball with a white bandage on its head and a shortened golden-red tail feathers came into view. Alas, because the amount of exercise has increased, the food intake has also increased. The little phoenix has changed rapidly in recent times, almost.

From a small hair ball to a big hair ball.

"What happened to my Phoenix?" Yin Miaomiao pretended to have just arrived, holding it up and looking around.

But the little Phoenix, who was always close to her, broke away from her hand, got behind Ye Zhou, and said nervously: "It's nothing, I, I was bitten, it's okay, nothing happened at all!"
To be continued...