After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 67
Spring is the time when everything comes back to life.

When Ah Zhao cleaned up and repaired the courtyard more carefully, he began to turn to other messy and barren places on the mountain.

Yun Weixian was finally willing to come out of the yard, and took Xiao Zhihan to walk around the mountain a few times, drawing some simple spirit-gathering talismans everywhere.

Naturally, these spirit-gathering talismans couldn't compete with the spirit-gathering array carefully arranged by Chaotianzong, they were just used by Yun Weixian as a cover, and by the way, they were used as a practical lesson for Xiao Zhihan.

What is really useful is that she spent several nights, starting from the valley below the mountain, and hiding in the underground spirit-gathering talisman array.

Although she needs to work hard to maintain it from time to time, the advantage is that it doesn't need to consume spirit stones, and it can be put away at any time. Even a cultivator who is also proficient in talismans and Taoism will not find any traces.

Of course, there should be no more great elders of the God Transformation Realm.

When laying out the talisman array, Yun Weixian accidentally discovered that through a gap in a cliff full of vines and weeds, there was a depression with green grass and flowers growing very well, and the sun shone dimly through the trees on the top of the mountain. , quiet and beautiful, with a sense of isolation from the world.

So after setting up the formation, Qiuci and Qiuge were sent inside by her to see if they could open up a new medicine field.

On the tenth day of Chaotianzong, everything seemed to be calm again. Apart from the new environment, it would take a while to get used to it completely, and there were no other problems.

Although he couldn't see Mo Yu, but in Ruoshui Pavilion, people who didn't see him often for three to five months were used to it.

The seven of them also relied on each other from the beginning, and gradually changed back to the previous practice of each other, and they even bickered from time to time.

However, if any problems arise, they will be able to form a single rope faster now, and they will speak out in unison.

On a certain day in late March, the dead trees under the cliff bloomed overnight.

Because of the dead branches and teeth and claws before, there was a sense of ominousness, and it seemed to be mocking them for being sent to such a crappy place.

Therefore, Yun Weixian was not in the mood to go and have a look.

When the flowers bloomed, I realized that it was a huge peach blossom forest. Now the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the beauty is so dazzling.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and the petals hover in the air for a long time, like some peach blossom fairy dancing.

So Yun Weixian had a new place to go - to find a peach tree and lie down in the sun if he had nothing to do.

On this day, Yan Wenshu came out of the mirror world again, his expression was not as startled and uncertain as the first time, but very calm.

When he went out, walked through the corridor and walked around to the atrium, he saw that Ning Qingyuan was still dancing around with his newly acquired scimitar, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

"Sixth Junior Brother, where is Seventh Junior Sister?"

"Ah," Ning Qingyuan withdrew the knife and turned to look at him, "If you're not in the room or on the roof, you must have gone to the Peach Blossom Forest again."

Yan Wenshu was not surprised, nodded and said: "If she comes back and asks about me, you can just say that I went to the city and come back in two days."

"Okay, big brother found a new job again?"

"Well, if you practice hard, you can take your time with the saber technique."

After finishing speaking, Yan Wenshu got up with his sword, and flew to the foreign affairs hall familiarly.

These days, he has become acquainted with the foreign affairs hall, besides Sun Feng, he also met several stewards.

Because of this, he discovered another way to earn spirit stones—to add prestige to the big families in Los Angeles.

Because Chaotian Sect disciples did not expressly prohibit it, some stewards would consider these matters as private work and recommend them to some outer disciples with high cultivation bases.

This time, the employer appointed Jianxiu, so it fell on Yan Wenshu's head.

And not long after he left, a guest sneaked in from the Cliff Peak.

(End of this chapter)