She stood for a century, as if petrified there.?

After a while, she pursed her lips and turned around and left.

Suddenly a cold sound came from the hall, like the stream in early spring, still with the chill of winter: "Come in."

Ning Xuemo was stunned for a moment, her slow brain was running hard, and she seemed to hear Shen Jiuli's voice...

I turned around and looked at the hall, but saw that there was no one in front of the hall. I waited quietly for a long time, and there was only a fine wind roar around me.

Did you have auditory hallucinations?

Ning Xuemo shook his head and continued to walk forward.

The sound from the hall this time became a little colder, and it completely entered the cold state of mid-winter: "Come in!"

It turned out that Shen Jiuli really called her, it was not her own auditory hallucination, Ning Xuemo thought dizzyly.

She raised her legs and stepped in, walked around the screen, and saw Shen Jiuli standing quietly in the middle of the hall, looking at her expressionlessly.

Ning Xuemo looked at the comfortable chairs in the hall, then looked at Jiuli again, not understanding why he insisted on standing if there was a chair that didn't sit.

She spoke faster than her brain's response. She said in confusion: "Why do you have to stand if you don't sit on a chair?"

After saying that, he realized how boring he asked. What does he do with him when he was happy to stand? What's wrong with him today?

Why don’t there be a doorkeeper on your mouth? You jump out of everything.

Shen Jiuli's expression seemed to have a moment of blank space, and all the words prepared were interrupted by her nonsensical questions and could not say anything.

Did he say that he had just stood behind the screen and looked at her quietly until she came in and walked back to the center of the hall?

Shen Jiuli decided not to rest as idle with her. He looked up at Ning Xuemo and flicked his sleeves. Ning Xuemo felt a lighter on his body, and the mind power in his body began to flow lively again. She breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind power finally came back.

Shen Jiuli said lightly: "How high have you practiced the Moon Immortal Technique?"

Ning Xuemo looked at him blankly, "The Flying Moon Immortal Art"? What the hell is this? She has never heard of it.

Did he teach himself and then forget everything?

Ning Xuemo thought for a while and said, "Master, I have never practiced this."

Shen Jiuli: "..." Is she really his disciple? Isn't this the introductory mind method at level 8?

Didn’t I have time to give her this mental method before I fell asleep?

Forget it, it’s not too late to practice now.

He raised his hand and threw out a book, and Ning Xuemo silently caught it. He said expressionlessly: "This book contains everything you need to practice. Tonight, memorize this mind method and learn it. Tomorrow, I will test you as my teacher.

Ning Xuemo looked at the big-headed book in his hand. It was thicker than a brick and felt that his head was dizzy.

She held the book in her hand and wanted to go out.

"Stop." Shen Jiuli spoke.

What's wrong?

Ning Xuemo turned around and looked at him: "What else does Master have to give?"

Shen Jiuli's eyes fell on the book she was carrying, and his voice was slightly cold: "This book was written by the teacher, and it took a lot of effort. You just carry it like this?" Look at her holding the book, as if she was carrying a garbage bag, and she had no sense of respect at all!

Ning Xuemo's head was always drowsy. She actually didn't pay attention to her posture of carrying the book. Now, after being reminded by Shen Jiuli, she didn't want to argue with him anymore, so she held the book, as if holding a tribute: "Is this OK?"
Chapter completed!