Life is hard, heart is even harder

Rong Shang remained noncommittal: "You can call me Rong Shang like Ah Yan does."

The man pinched the tea that Qingxuan handed over and sniffed it closely. "The fragrance is light and elegant, and the aftertaste is endless. Good tea, good craftsmanship."

Qingxuan coughed and smiled, "You're welcome. But, it sounds like Rong Shang is familiar with Yanzhu?"

Thinking of the Nine-Layered Temple and Haotian’s words: The one who discovered Yanzhu’s divine power was the Lord of the Underworld, Rong Shang.

"I met her a year ago. Back then she was just an ordinary maid, as timid as a cat. In order not to scare her too much, I was careful with my address."

Rong Shang put down his teacup, and with his phoenix eyes he turned away from the men's clothes drying in the yard, and looked at Qingxuan: "Ayan is living with you?"

Qingxuan said calmly with an innocent look on his face, "I'm in that room, but we don't really live together. This can't be spread out, or else everyone will see the fun."

After saying that, Qingxuan glanced at the man opposite him and paused for a moment.

Qingxuan lowered his eyes, his mind turning over and over again. It seemed that what the Heavenly Lord was worried about was not completely impossible.

Rong Shang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "How can the young master of the Black Crow clan have nowhere to go and be willing to live under someone else's roof?"

Qingxuan's expression remained normal, without a trace of abnormality. He first refilled Rong Shang's tea, then said with a calm smile, "The Lord of the Underworld doesn't know this, but Yanzhu is kind-hearted. Seeing that my cultivation is insufficient and I am prone to attracting foul energy, she has allowed me to stay here as a refuge."

Hearing this, Rong Shang sipped his tea and asked rhetorically, "Who is it in the broken mirror, with its surging spiritual spring, navigating the deadly space with ease? Does Yan Zhu know?"

Qingxuan smiled faintly: "I see through it but don't say it out loud. As for whether Yanzhu knows about it or not, that is my business."

In the lonely realm, she had seen him cast a spell, and his spiritual power surged at that time. She was so smart that she must have seen it.

The two of them talked back and forth, and the atmosphere became increasingly weird. Yanzhi was stunned, his head was stuck, and he lowered his head and asked Mimi quietly.

Mimi opened her eyes and meowed.

When their eyes met, they understood the deep meaning in each other's eyes.

Rong Shangxuan smiled and said, "You have some backbone. You can withstand my pressure. Do you want to consider the underworld? You and A Yan together?"

The sparks between the two seemed to be harmonious at this moment.

Qingxuan smiled: "Once you are a divine being, we have no say in the matter."

"Why would Haotian let him go?"

Rong Shang shook his head, then said sternly, "I have sealed the Mirror Abyss Ghost within the Mysterious True Water. This creature is cunning and adept at using the mirror to escape. If the God Realm is at ease, please hand it over to me for interrogation and then hand it over to the God Realm for disposal."

"Thank you, Lord of the Underworld."

Qingxuan nodded, thought of something, and asked: "Qingxuan has something to ask the Lord of the Underworld."

"Don't be so polite, Ayan's friends are my friends."

Rong Shang raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was casual but with a natural sense of refutation: "It is fate that we meet and become friends. Call me Rong Shang."

"Rong Shang."

Qingxuan laughed, then his eyes darkened, his expression slightly solemn as he said, "In the illusion, she nearly fell into demonism, but in reality, we can't rule out the possibility that she will be unable to bear such a large amount of turbid energy in the short term, and her sea of ​​consciousness will be damaged, and she may even fall into demonism."

The relaxed expression on Rong Shang's lips disappeared, replaced by deep thought. After a moment, he nodded and said, "Indeed, with the gods and demons in conflict, it will be difficult for her to gain a foothold in the divine realm. I wonder if Qingxuan has any solution?"

Qingxuan pursed his lips and lowered his voice suddenly: "Zhuo Xiu, I have read a fortune in the broken mirror, but the secret cannot be revealed. I need your cooperation for a moment."

The latter raised an eyebrow.

Qingxuan immediately headed towards Yanzhu's room and shouted, "You're awake, then come out."

After a while, the door of the house creaked open, and Yan Zhu walked slowly in, coughing as she walked, and glanced in the direction of Rong Shang many times.

After not seeing him for a year, he hasn't changed at all.

Her expression is still as gentle as the breeze, like a crabapple in spring.

Qingxuan's expression darkened, and he raised his eyelids, his gaze vaguely passing over the woman's face.

Rong Shang looked at the newcomer and asked, "Are you okay?"

Yan Zhu nodded gently: "Fortunately, this little injury is not a big deal."

Qingxuan looked at Yanzhu, who had a gentle expression, with a complicated look on his face, and rubbed the rim of the cup with his index finger.

She could stab Zhong Ziye in the heart with an expressionless face, touch him, summon him and dismiss him at will, but why was she so shy towards Rong Shang?

Just because of your kindness a year ago?

Thinking of this, Qingxuan smiled meaningfully, "I have something to do."

Yan Zhu's expression froze when she heard this, and she mechanically turned her head to look at Qingxuan. How dare this man appear in Lonely Land?

Forget it. There are outsiders here, so it’s not good to chase him away. Let’s give him some face. Besides, it’s not good to get angry in front of children.

When Yan Zhu had prepared himself mentally, and then looked up at Qing Xuan's eyes that were smiling faintly, he was immediately furious. He pinched his throat and said sarcastically, "Isn't this the Young Master Xuan Ya? Your cultivation has recovered. Then let's go. I won't see you off."

His cultivation had already recovered, but he hid it from her for one thing, and he actually stabbed her with a dagger in the broken mirror for another.

But Qingxuan still answered her with two words indifferently: repay a favor.

Yan Zhu's patience wore thin, and she gritted her teeth, "I've already told you, your repayment is enough."

"not enough."

Another useless conversation.

Yan Zhu glanced at Rong Shang on her left, who looked surprised. She must have been irritated by Qing Xuan, which was why she lost her manners.

Then he picked up the tea that Qingxuan handed to him and drank it all in one gulp without even looking at Qingxuan. His face was sullen, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

“…”

Rong Shang and Yan Zhi were both stunned.

"This is the first time I've seen Yan Zhu angry and showing her claws." Rong Shang seemed to find it novel. "Yan Zhu used to be very timid. She always hunched her shoulders when she saw people and seemed a bit shy."

Hearing this, Yan Zhu's eyebrows moved, and her eyes slowly looked at Rong Shang's smiling phoenix eyes. She smiled awkwardly and unnaturally, and her expression instantly became gentle and kind, but in fact she cursed Qingxuan again in her heart.

Seeing this, Qingxuan let out a soft "huh" for the first time in his life.

The man lowered his eyes, took a sip of tea, and his gaze fell on Yan Zhu's face again, who looked as usual. He felt amused and angry in his heart, but he pretended to be very serious.

Rong Shang looked at Yan Zhu and said, "Ah Yan, your spiritual cultivation is naturally inferior to others. Now that you can refine the turbid energy, it is better to find another way. I think Qingxuan's method is very good."

Hearing this, Yan Zhu nodded slightly after becoming serious. "The Dao of Zhuo Xiu, right? I've been thinking about it recently, but there's no rush to seek the Dao."

Qingxuan: "The person behind the scenes won't allow you to take your time."

Yan Zhu gritted her teeth, tilted her head, and pretended not to hear. At the same time, she reached out to take the teapot with a smile and refilled Rong Shang's cup of tea.

"Drink tea and leave him alone."

As soon as Rong Shang left, he immediately drove him away.

Qingxuan stared ahead, a smile on his face, unconcerned. "You saw it in the broken mirror. Although you possess the power of purification, if your sea of ​​consciousness cannot bear it, you will suffer damage and backlash at best, or even fall into the devil's way at worst."

Yan Zhu's eyes moved slightly, but she said nothing.

Wujiu's voice came from her sea of ​​consciousness: Baihua said something similar before.

At the same time, Rong Shang cast his gaze over: "Indeed."

Yan Zhu couldn't help but feel suspicious about the two people's sudden agreement. She turned her head and looked at Qing Xuan: "When did you two become so familiar with each other?"

Qingxuan raised his eyes and met Rong Shang's gentle gaze, then looked at Yan Zhu and said with a smile: "Although Rong Shang and I are of different status, we share many similar views. It is truly a pity that we met too late."

After saying this, Yan Zhu looked towards Rong Shang for confirmation, and the latter nodded with a smile.

Qingxuan was no longer the docile and honest person she had initially thought of, but Rong Shang's words were highly credible.

Yan Zhu's slightly irritable expression relaxed a bit, and he opened his mouth: "I know that, but cultivating the Great Dao is not something that can be achieved overnight."

Unexpectedly, the faint smile in Qingxuan's eyes suddenly deepened: "It's good that you have such awareness."

"Ah?" Yan Zhu was puzzled. What next?

"The road ahead is long and arduous, but it is only through diligent practice that water dripping through stone can it be worn away. From now on, you should start at the first quarter of the morning hour and rest at the third quarter of the evening hour."

Qingxuan smiled faintly and looked at Yanzhu, asking if she had any opinions.

When the latter heard this, he was like, "The sky is falling! Why is there a call for duty? This person gets up earlier than the chicken and goes to bed later than the dog!"

Fake person.

Wujiu sent a message: Master, can you do it?

Yanzhu said of course it’s impossible!

However, every time Qingxuan opened and closed his mouth, he was saying things that she didn't want to hear.

"Rest for half an hour at noon. During this time, you must learn talismans, formations, techniques, turbidity, and spirits."

"What?!"

"Lunch break is only half an hour!"

Yan Zhu stood up and asked, "Do you want to learn Ling too?"

Qingxuan looked at Rong Shang, who put down his teacup. Compared with Qingxuan's sharp and direct words, Rong Shang's words were more gentle and reasonable.

"The spiritual cultivation system in the God Realm is now complex and complicated. Ah Yan, if you can draw inferences from one example, your understanding will be more thorough than that of the turbid cultivation."

Yan Zhu tilted her head and secretly glared at Qing Xuan, then looked at Rong Shang politely and said angrily, "That's right."

She suddenly felt a heaviness on her shoulders, forcing her to sit down again. "This is too much! How can I possibly learn it all..."

Qingxuan took a sip of tea and said in a relaxed and natural manner: "As long as you want, these are not a problem."

Yan Zhu's face was bitter, and then he turned slightly and said in a low voice: "You think too highly of me. This intensity is not necessary."

Qingxuan just smiled and said nothing.

Yan Zhu gritted her teeth, shifted her hips, and leaned her head closer to Qing Xuan, lowering her voice even more: "Don't you know what I look like?"

I wake up naturally at noon every day. I am lazy and casual on weekdays. I fish for three days and rest the net for two days. When I want to study, I forget to eat and sleep. When I don’t want to study, I can’t even pull him together.

"I can't follow such a regular schedule." Yan Zhu was in tears.

As Yanzhu approached, Qingxuan leaned back to put some distance between them. There was still a faint smile in his eyes, but his expression did not allow for rebuttal, and he acted like a stern teacher with a smiling face.

Qingxuan said: "You can ask Yanzhi."

Hearing this, Yan Zhu lowered her head slightly and fixed her gaze on Yan Zhi, who had been watching the fun. With a look of disbelief in her eyes, she asked, "Do you practice like this every day? Is this the way for all of you in the Xuan Ya clan?"

Compared to the strict rules of the Divine Realm Academy, the training of the Black Crow Clan is even more stringent.

He is still a child!

Yanzhi nodded solemnly: "It's said in the book that diligence can make up for lack of talent, and hard work will bring about improvement."

Yan Zhu's forehead twitched violently. She lowered her head, the corners of her mouth twitching as she asked, "Who came up with the cultivation rules for your Xuan Ya clan?"

After saying this, Yanzhi pointed at Qingxuan and said, "Of course it's the young master."

Yanzhu was speechless. This child's admiration for Qingxuan was "hopeless".

Yan Zhu had a blank expression on her face and a dead heart. How could she not know that Qingxuan had such a strict side? After all, he had been staying in the lonely land for a year and had always treated people with a gentle and tolerant nature.

Why does it feel like, after the broken mirror appeared, the seal on him was lifted and he became a different person.

Yan Zhu pondered in her heart, and considering that he had concealed the fact that he had recovered his cultivation from her, the flames of anger in her heart began to rise. It was true that one could only judge a person by his appearance.

Suddenly her mind turned and she calmed down again, because she remembered that every time she entered the second form after purifying the turbid air this year, she touched him unscrupulously, and Qingxuan did not resist, and even cooperated with her and took the initiative to hold his hand.

She originally thought that he was compromising because his cultivation had not yet recovered, but now it seemed that he had other motives.

He couldn't expect her to be frivolous with him all the time, could he?