Some days have passed.

Duanmu Yawang still lived the days of getting up in the middle of the night to practice, shutting the doors and windows in the room during the day.

I don't know if it is because the place of the Wuji Temple is too aura, or what is the result of her practice Gong Yulan's exercises. These days, she has been cultivating very well.

The breath in the body is amazing!

However, one thing that made her strange is that she did not advance to the next level.

Even so, after having a strong inner aura, Duanmu Yawang fell in love with cultivation more and more, and the days of practicing early in the morning increased by more than an hour. When she crossed her legs into concentration and chanted her mind, she could feel the aura in the bamboo forest constantly being held by her. Take it in.

After her transformation, the internal interest increased even faster.

After a few days in this way, she felt that she couldn't be delayed in calculating the time, and it was time to go to the Palace Master.

Unexpectedly, the hall master came to her first.

At that time, she happened to be idly writing and painting in the room, and suddenly Yun Xingya's voice came from outside the room: "I have seen the lord!"

The lord?

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows. Before she put down her pen, the door was knocked. She looked at the painting on the table, and she was only a few strokes complete, and said: "Please come in!"

With a "crunch", the door was pushed open. The hall master was still dressed in purple. He walked in with an elegant posture. He looked beautiful and noble. Duanmu Yawang looked up and said, "It is rare that the hall master is actually Come here when you are free."

"Miss Duanmu doesn't seem to be very welcome?"

The lord walked towards her, and a pair of purple eyes glanced at the picture of plum blossoms she had painted on her hand. The plum blossoms were elegant, with arrogant branches and vivid life. He raised his eyebrows and praised: "Good painting!"

"It's just so-so, not good."

Duanmu Yawang replied, and finished the painting with one hand.

Putting aside the Zhubi and pressing the edges of the painting with a paperweight, she bypassed the desk and came to the table to ask the hall master to do it and serve the guests with tea. "Why is the hall master here?"

The hall master sat down, "I heard that Miss Duanmu is looking for the hall master."

"Yes."

Duan Muya nodded, stretched out her hand and handed the tea in her hand to the hall master. After the hall master took it, he sat down and said sternly: "Hall master, I think our transaction can come to an end."

Calm like a palace lord, he bowed his head and sipped the tea for a quick pause, raised his head and squinted at her: "Miss Duanmu means that you have completed those two transactions?"

Duanmu Yawang briefly took a sip of tea and nodded: "Yes."

The hall master smiled and his eyes were deep: "Miss Duanmu, the hall master really didn't misunderstand you. As expected, he is a person who can untie the magic circle with his hands. He is really smart!"

"you flatter me."

Duanmu Yawang did not respond to these compliments. What she cares about is: "Hall Master, according to what we have negotiated before, I will fulfill your conditions. You will return the spirits and flesh of the three to me. I hope the Lord can do what he said. ."

"Of course this is fine."

The lord took a sip of the tea ceremony: "However, the body and soul are not in the Hall of Wisdom. Please wait a day or two for Miss Duanmu. When someone transfers the soul and body of the three people you want here, we will immediately proceed with the transaction."

Not in the Hall of Wisdom?

Duanmu Yawang thought of the pharmacy, her eyes turned, could it be that the pharmacy really put medicines, not the soul and flesh?

Seeing that Duanmuya didn't speak, the hall master asked, "What's the problem with Miss Duanmu?"

"No."

Duanmu Yawang shook his head and looked up at the hall master: "Hall master, I hope that that day I saw the flesh and blood of the three of them."

Duanmu Yawang bit the word "I" very hard.

The lord smiled, and his smile was a little helpless: "Miss Duanmu, it seems that you don't trust me very much."

"No way, the Lord's many performances really make me untrustworthy."

"Never mind."

The hall master also knew that it was useless to say more, he stood up and said: "Miss Duanmu, if the body and soul are delivered, we will deliver it as soon as possible."

"good."

"I have something to do, let's take a step ahead." After the palace master said, he left.

Little Bailu asked Duanmu Yawang: "Master, are you worried?"

"What are you worried about?" Duan Muya looked at her tea, thoughtfully.

"I'm worried that they will lie to you! If you hand over the two conditions, they will give you three fake souls. They are so powerful that they are still sleeping, and we can't beat them at all!"

Duanmu Ya looked at the corner of her mouth and said with a smile that didn't reach the bottom of her eyes: "If we really get to this point, we will die!"

...

Two days later

On this day, Duanmu Yawang still woke up in the middle of the night to practice. After practicing for a while, she felt a steady flow of spiritual energy being absorbed by her from all directions soon after entering the mind-moving heart art.

Refinement, gasification, and induction will eventually become her inner breath.

"The current practice is really getting better and better!"

Duanmu Yawang was very satisfied with her cultivation status, and she opened her eyes refreshedly until the sun fell on her head and sweat was dripping from her cheeks.

She stood up and was about to meet the room, but when she took a closer look, she realized that the dark green bamboo forest around her was slightly yellow...

Duanmu Ya frowned, "How could this be? Could it be that the autumn withered overnight?"

After that, she felt wrong again. Bamboo is evergreen all year round. It is impossible for a healthy bamboo to appear this kind of withered and yellow state.

‘Guru Guru’ Duanmu Yawang’s stomach heard a cry. She was so hungry that she didn’t even bother to think about the problem of the bamboo forest. She swept her body and went straight back to the room.

As soon as she entered her courtyard, she saw a slender and familiar figure being stopped at the door of her room. She was taken aback, laughed, and ran over: "Sekine? When did you come to the palace?"

Sekkisei heard the sound, looked back, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her: "Yawang, where did you go?"

"The bamboo forest has cultivated, didn't Yun Xingya and the others tell you?"

Duanmu Yawang didn't expect to see Sekkisei here again, she thought that since the last time the lord drove her away in a rage, Sekkisei would never come to the hall again.

"I said, I don't believe it." Sekkisei smiled apologetically at Yun Seiya. "Sorry, I blamed you all."

"Nothing." The four of them bent over and arched their hands together.

Duanmu Yawang wondered why Sekkisei didn’t believe in the four of Yun Seiya. She was about to speak, but Sekkisei suddenly grabbed Duanmu Yawang’s hand and dragged her into the room. Before Duanmu Yawang could react, she moved again. He closed the room with a quick bang.

"Sekkisei, what's the matter with you?" Duanmu Yawang was taken aback by her eager movements. Sekkisei has always been gentle and charming, and it has never been so popular.

Sekkisei did not answer, holding her hand and asking her with a blank face, "Yawang, you told me, did you solve a case for Shen Lao some time ago?"