Xuanming's heart essence was running in the body, and the heat generated in the dantian was also integrated into it, which made Xiao Mo's Xuanming's heart essence bigger and faster.

As Xuan Ming's heart essence continued to move in his body, Xiao Mo's fallen body could not help but recover quickly, and it was not far from completely recovering.

However, Xiao Mo's face did not show much joy.

Because he discovered that although other places recovered very quickly, the places in his chest that were injured by the purple sword energy were extremely difficult to deal with, and the heart energy could not flow into it at all. As soon as he arrived nearby, he would be destroyed or assimilated by the remaining purple sword energy.

If the heart cannot reach it, the injury will naturally be difficult to recover. If you cannot find a way to stop it, I am afraid that Xiao Mo's injury will not only be difficult to recover as before, but will even be even more serious until it is incurable. This makes Xiao Mo frown.

Obviously, this is the most difficult injury on him so far.

Although the recovery of the power of the mind and the damage of the black wooden fish are more serious than the problem of this purple sword energy, it is not an urgent task and can be used slowly.

Thinking of this, although the effect was very little, Xiao Mo still used his heart energy to cleanse the damage of the purple sword energy. Whether it was useful or not, this was the only way that Xiao Mo thought of at the moment.

Time flies in the blink of an eye, and soon night comes, and dawn breaks eastward again, and roosters crowing in the city in the distance, and dawn comes again the next day.

That night, Xiao Mo was still helpless against the purple sword energy, but one night, the injuries in other places recovered a lot. He knew he was anxious, so he turned around and left, pushed open the door, came to the yard, stretched his waist and took a deep breath.

"breathe……"

The cold air in the morning was sucked into his lungs, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed and refreshed.

Xiao Mo was only free, looking around and observing the true appearance of the entire courtyard.

I saw this very ordinary courtyard. In some years, you can see the traces left by the vicissitudes of time everywhere.

There are houses on three sides, and only the front is a gate. Where Xiao Mo is standing is the small courtyard in the middle. Above the head, there is a skylight leaking from the patio, like the dust of the bright jade, illuminating people's eyes.

The gate of the courtyard was not closed. It seemed that someone got up earlier than him and had already gone out.

Xiao Mo was curious, crossed the threshold and came outside the courtyard. He found that this was a very remote little lane with about ten families, but he didn't look like a rich man.

However, the scale of its construction work can be vaguely seen from Lingwu City, which makes Xiao Mo breathe a sigh of relief.

It would be nice to be still in Lingwu City. If you leave here too far, it would be inconvenient.

The most important thing is that Xiao Mo also understood that when he broke through the space above the Secret Art Hall, the distance was not too far. It was only a dozen miles away, and at most it fell into the barren mountain near the Secret Art Hall. It should not be too far away from Lingwu City. Now it seems that this is true.

It was probably the old man named "Xuanfuzi" who saved him and then took him back to his own residence in Lingwu City. Since he would appear in the barren mountains around the Secret Art Hall, the greatest possibility was that he would naturally live in this Lingwu City and would not leave too far.

Knowing that he was still in Lingwu City, Xiao Mo was relieved and was too lazy to see more. Anyway, he was not going to go back to the school soon, so he was going to go back to the house.

When he turned his head, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

In the quaint and deep courtyard, there is a short couplet at the door. The couplets are written vigorously and simple, full of a chic and elegant atmosphere.

When Xiao Mo looked at it, he saw that his title was: "Writing back from the plain wall, I went to the cafeteria, and when the drizzle and breeze were drizzle and windy; I listened to the jade zither, and the sky was full of joy, and the mountains and flowing waters were full of soulmates."

"Good sentence!"

Although I don’t quite understand the profound meaning of this couplet, there is no doubt that just looking at it makes people feel much calmer, and it seems that there is a feeling of flowing mountains and flowing water, pine springs and white cranes, which comes naturally.

"That Master Xuan seems to be a very different person."

With a slight sigh, Xiao Mo suddenly became more curious about Master Xuan who rescued him from the barren mountain and said that the purple-haired girl said.

But now is not the time to meet, and Master Xuan doesn’t know which room he lives in. It’s not good to knock on the door rashly. When everyone wakes up, I will ask the little girl Meng Ziyi I saw yesterday, and everything will be clear.

Thinking of this, Xiao Mo turned around and returned to the house and began to heal his wounds again.

Since the ordinary method does not work, try an extraordinary method.

Xiao Mo began to use the Wanpeanut Return Art.

As a middle-grade secret technique of Taoism, the Wanpean Return Art is indeed extraordinary. As it is used, a trace of vitality gathers from all directions towards his body. The purple sword energy that was originally as stubborn as a stone could not drive any trace of it finally began to slowly collapse one by one, and then retreat to the center point.

Xiao Mo did not notice that with the implementation of his Wan Peanut Return Art, the first thing to do was on the windowsill closest to him, the pot of cold orchids slowly began to wither and their vitality was quickly lost.

Then, some ancient pine and green plants planted in the yard quickly lost their vitality, becoming yellow and bleak, and even more than the courtyard, the entire alley, and even the nearby areas were affected.

Xiao Mo was immersed in cultivation, but he was completely unaware of all this.

Until an hour later, he opened his eyes and was delighted to find that about one-tenth of the chest area had been opened, and the purple sword energy disappeared. Although it had not completely recovered, it finally gave him hope.

"good!"

He looked inside his body, felt the vitality that was gradually becoming stronger, and saw hope.

As long as he continues to operate the Wanpean Return Art, he should be able to solve these purple sword energy initially, and he will be able to recover completely after resting for a few more days.

Although the power of the mind and the cracks of the black wooden fish cannot be solved by the Wanpeans Return Art, he is extremely happy that one of the major problems that trouble him the most at present has a solution.

There is hope and no hope are two completely different feelings.

However, just as he was happy, suddenly, a little girl's scream came from outside the house: "Hey, why has this pot of broken jade orchid withered?"

"Ah, why did the pine trees in the yard turn yellow? What's going on?"

The little girl's voice was crisp, like a pearl falling from a jade basin, but Xiao Mo had never heard it, and it seemed that it was not Meng Ziyi's voice.

This made Xiao Mo stunned and realized that this should be another apprentice that the purple-haired little girl Meng Ziyi said, Yue'er, just what she said...

Xiao Mo reacted and hurriedly looked up at the windowsill, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Sure enough, the orchids on the windowsill had withered to the point of being in disgrace. The originally shiny flowers had become unbearable. It seemed that they were only one last step away from completely withering and dying.

Xiao Mo's eyes crossed the windowsill and looked out the windows again.

In an instant, he noticed that the ancient pine, which was originally lush and shiny, had now lost most of its life and was half yellow in an instant. Although it had not completely died, it seemed to have suffered a serious illness.

Under the pine tree, a little girl in white stood there pretty, with her crescent-like eyebrows, and her whole body was like an elf. At this moment, she looked at the withered pine tree and Han Lan, with a look of surprise and helplessness.

"This is the orchids and pine trees planted by the Master himself. They are always good, so why did they die? When Master comes back, I must punish me."

Xiao Mo: "..."

In just a moment, he figured out what was going on.
Chapter completed!