Yunyin lived a leisurely life.
Every day, the three who had left would send a telepathic message, repeatedly reminding Song Tingwan not to go out.
Song Tingwan found it amusing and responded to them patiently every day.
Song Siyao returned to the sect and told her that the sect competition would be held at the Wenjian Sect in six months.
The other five people were also invited.
We must give face to the Sword Inquiry Sect, and even more so to Sister A Yao.
No one refused.
Wan Qiji also sent a bunch of strange and unusual medicinal herbs from the Demon Realm. Song Tingwan found them interesting and took them back to the alchemy room.
Baili Xijiang looked at his master's tightly closed door, then turned back shakily to look at his uncle.
Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow. "Let's go practice shooting."
"You don't want to be surpassed by Qin Xi, do you?"
Baili Xijiang, with a long face, reluctantly followed his uncle to practice shooting.
He will also work hard in secret, so that he can beat Qin Yuanyuan when they meet next time!
In the courtyard, the uncle and nephew held long spears, and the sound of spears cutting through the air could be heard from time to time.
Inside the alchemy room, a strange smell kept emanating.
The strange smell and the pleasant aroma suggest that Song Tingwan is trying to concoct some odd things.
Baili Xijiang often peeked through the door, very curious about the elixirs his master had refined.
"Focus." Shen Zhuochuan waved his hand and patted his unlucky nephew on the head with his spear.
Baili Xijiang rubbed his head. "Isn't Uncle curious?"
Before the man could answer, he nodded to himself.
"Indeed, we shouldn't be curious. Uncle isn't a pill cultivator."
Helpless, Shen Zhuochuan put away his spear. "Since you have no intention of practicing spear fighting, you should ask your master to let you in."
Baili Xijiang's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.
"That's because Master didn't let me in."
Otherwise, he would have gone in long ago; why would he still be practicing with the spear?
"So instead of doing nothing all day, you should cultivate diligently." Shen Zhuochuan didn't intend to force him. Perhaps he would only start to worry when his nephew's cultivation level fell behind Qin Xi's.
Baili Xijiang crossed his arms and snorted.
"I've gone to refine pills too."
After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.
Shen Zhuochuan shook his head helplessly on the spot, practiced a set of marksmanship by himself, and then returned to his room to deal with the trivial matters at the Cloud Peak.
The Six Realms are in dire need of reconstruction, including the Cloud Palace Peak.
However, most things do not require the three Venerable Ones' involvement. It is only when there are some matters that require dealing with other forces that he is busy with.
So when Song Tingwan opened the door, Shen Zhuochuan came out a moment later as well.
The woman raised her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding sunlight, and waited a moment for her eyes to adjust.
She had just put her hand down when she saw the man standing in front of her with a smile.
"What interesting thing have you refined this time?"
Song Tingwan lifted her skirt and walked down the steps with a smile. "There are many. Would you like to learn about them all?"
The man nodded and walked alongside her.
"How long have I been in seclusion?"
"After a little over a month, Xiao Hei practiced shooting with me for a few days, and then he started clamoring to go and tinker with elixirs."
"I think he just doesn't want to cultivate."
I think so too.
The two walked and talked, bathed in the gentle sunlight, their smiles radiant.
Walking to the back, Song Tingwan took out a box of strangely shaped pills and began to explain them to him.
"This is a Spirit Demon Pill, which can expand the meridians and allow demons to cultivate spiritual energy."
"This pill was made based on A-Yu's talent. Taking it will allow one to spot the opponent's weaknesses, but the formula is extremely difficult to gather..."
“…”
The things Wan Qiji sent were all sorts of strange and unusual, and for a few moments Song Tingwan felt like a witch.
Stir up some bizarre dishes and turn them into all sorts of strange elixirs.
One spoke eloquently, while the other listened quietly with a smile, occasionally offering a few words of agreement.
Baili Xijiang has been in seclusion for a long time.
During the two weeks he was absent.
Song Tingwan and Shen Zhuochuan admired flowers under the moon, brewed tea with broken branches, and played chess under the magnolia tree.
Embracing each other in the gentle breeze and bright moonlight, and kissing amidst the intoxicating beauty of flowers.
As Baili Xijiang happily burst out the door, the woman, holding a red book, leaned on the man's shoulder and dozed off. Shen Zhuochuan was carefully pulling out the book when he was interrupted by his boisterous nephew.
"Master, Uncle! I—"
Shen Zhuochuan looked at him with displeasure.
Baili Xijiang's words caught in his throat. Seeing his master sleeping beside him, he paused, then pitifully shut his mouth.
But Song Tingwan still woke up.
Her long eyelashes trembled, then she shook them and silently opened her eyes.
When she saw Baili Xijiang, her face lit up with joy. Then she straightened up and smiled at the man beside her, saying, "Why are you bullying me again?"
When Baili Xijiang saw that his master woke up and spoke to him, he chuckled and ran over again.
"That's right, that's right, my uncle always bullies me."
He even filed a complaint.
Song Tingwan chuckled and, as she pulled the book from the man's hand, subtly tapped his palm.
Shen Zhuochuan curled his lips, waved for his unlucky nephew to put down a chair, and then asked, "What good stuff did you refine?"
Baili Xijiang's cheerful face froze for a moment, then he exclaimed, "Uncle, you're not a pill refiner, you don't understand. Not everyone can refine pills as easily as Master."
"I just discovered that ghost energy can actually merge with demonic energy, so I couldn't help but want to tell my master."
As he spoke, his face was filled with pride, eager to be praised.
Song Tingwan was taken aback, then asked seriously, "What was used between the two?"
Without hesitation, Baili Xijiang took out a piece of Star Abyss Condensed Stone from his pocket.
"this."
Song Tingwan took it and played with the small piece of Star Abyss Condensed Stone between her fingertips.
The woman was lost in thought, and the uncle and nephew stood by without daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing her thoughts.
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