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Chapter 2505 Midnight Chat
In the second half, there are neither too many nor too few independent courtyards. It is impossible for everyone to be assigned to an independent courtyard, so it still depends on the seniority score.

But even if it is only the second half of Changming Garden, it is much bigger than the small courtyard they lived in before.They took a look and found that there are also separate houses in several large courtyards. Even if several people live together, there is no need to share a bungalow or even a room. They can also be separated and keep some independent space of their own.

Ningxia was assigned to a single courtyard in the front, not too big or too small but well-equipped with all internal organs. It was near the best corner of the courtyard. Next to it was a tall tree of pagoda tree, with wide branches wrapped around a dense clump of purple kites. There is a burst of fragrance when the wind blows.

She opened the courtyard door, looking at the completely unfamiliar and empty courtyard scene inside, her heart was inexplicably empty.

After being stunned for a while, he slowly closed the door, shutting the wind, the murmurs left by the years, and all the noisy voices behind him, and stepped into this courtyard that didn't even have a name.

This is Xuantian Sword Sect, in Middle Earth, it's different.

Ning Xia let out a long sigh, pinched a temporary restraint, and walked slowly into the yard.

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The moon has risen very high, and the night in Changmingyuan is very quiet, so quiet that there is not even a sound of the wind, it is dead silent.

It has been half a day since Ningxia and other Wuhua sects came to live in Changming Garden, and the time has come to night unconsciously.During this period of time, most people are doing activities in the residences allocated to them, either arranging or meditating.

During this period, they never saw other people living in Changming Garden.It seemed to be empty here, and it was eerily silent.

Naturally, they also have concerns and stay in the residence to do their own things.

However, they didn't know that Changming Garden was actually not as quiet as they imagined, but it was more calm than they expected.

This is a situation that True Monarch Miaorong has never said to everyone in the Wuhua School.

It is true that all the disciples of the Wuhua Sect in the Xuantian Sword Sect live in the Changming Garden. Excluding them, there are only nine people in total, including Zhenjun Miaorong.This is also their final resting place in Xuantian Sword Sect.

As for the others... Those who don't live here probably can no longer be called members of the Wuhua sect if they are alive, at least on the surface, and those who have died have long been wiped out in the fleeting years and do not exist in the world.

Changming Garden... Wanye Peak... Xuantian Sword Sect... The cruelty here is far beyond everyone's imagination.

"Why can't they figure it out... It's clear that this place is a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, even though there's been no news for so many years. It should be avoided far away. Why send so many young people here, isn't it a waste of time for others?" Zhenjun Miaorong sat on the Huangyan jade bench in the courtyard, with a matching stone table in front of him.

"It's probably not clear. No one has gone back to report the news these years. Shangzong's thoughts are becoming more and more unpredictable. Who dares to act rashly? Everyone knows that Shangqingfeng is extremely evil to us, but who knows whether he will There is a person behind the meeting? Who can teach that person..." A person came from a distance, dressed in white clothes, with the crown loose, straw sandals, and no accessories on his body.

"You are really becoming more and more casual, you are being foolish, how decent! If your master sees you..." Zhenjun Miaorong suddenly stopped before he finished speaking, regretting that he didn't pay attention to what he said.

"What's that expression on your face? Do you think I'm such a stingy person? There's nothing to avoid." The other party seemed a little unhappy.

"Sorry." True Monarch Miao Rong didn't explain why, but just said.

"Miaorong, why do you think this person's age is so impatient, his face has been completely changed in only a few hundred years. But why is it so hard for me to stay here night after night..." Under the moonlight, the handsome face of the young man in white clothes seemed to have been washed by the cold moon, his dark eyes were as bright as stars, and his demeanor was unbelievably clear.

Master Miaorong filled the small wine bottle for himself, and then poured another glass for the person sitting opposite him. Hearing this, he couldn't help but sneered: "The former is because it is someone else's time, and you have never experienced it before." You can't cherish it instead, you just look at the result and feel that it's fast. The latter is your real time, so naturally you care about pain for yourself."

But the premise is that you have to be alive, and only when you live can you feel that the years are long.

"Okay, let's not talk about the old sesame seeds and rotten millet, let's get back to the topic. How do you plan to arrange those children? It would be a little easier to arrange them if they came a hundred years earlier. Isn't this a group of little sheep who are sent to the wolves? ?”

"I came to you because I didn't know... No, Han Gang, you bastard, I originally wanted to ask you, why did you throw it back to me after asking."

"How else can we arrange it?" The man in white sighed: "Cultivators naturally put cultivation first, and it's a chance to come here. The middle land here is full of spiritual power, which is more than a hundred times stronger than the spiritual power environment in the southeast border. , it’s not a loss to come to this game.”

"Although in this Xuantian Sword Sect...the environment is difficult, it is indeed difficult. However, the land is vast and rich, and we can't stay here anymore. You can also choose to travel and practice outside. There is always a way out."

"I thought you wanted to keep more people here. After all, there are too few people in our garden, and it is inevitable that some people will want to bully you." Hearing the words 'outing and traveling', Miao Rong really Jun Gaogao raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little complicated, he didn't know what he thought of.

"If you want to stay, can you keep it? Do you have the nerve to stay? As low-status apprentices, no matter how poor they are, they can provide resources for the younger generations. What about us... I'm afraid we won't be able to spend much if we practice ourselves. , with the name of Wuhuamen, you might be rejected and suppressed, which is really annoying." The man in white took the spirit wine on the stone table and drank it down in one gulp, holding the wine glass tightly with his fingertips, as if he was hiding some thoughts .

True Monarch Miaorong didn't care: "It means that it's difficult to be in a difficult situation with respect to resources. The places in the secret realms of the training venues are not up to those of us outside the sect. If there is any influence, the scope of activities is limited. If we want to go to Changyue Peak, we can only go quietly."

"Is this a good thing? Now that the requirements are so low, it's really ridiculous." Maybe I felt ridiculous while talking, and the wry smile on my face gradually faded away: "So what do we do? Come to such a situation?"

This time Zhenjun Miaorong didn't directly answer the other party's question, but just poured himself another glass of wine, looked up at the high hanging moon, and let out a long breath.

--I do not know either.

(End of this chapter)