The first thing that appeared in Xu Xian's mind was naturally White Snake, but when he saw Nie Xiaoqian with tears on her face in front of him, he suddenly felt confused. Is that person suitable for him? No, that person is gentle and can probably suit any man.

, but am I really suitable for her? I couldn't think about the problem purely from my own point of view, and finally had to smile bitterly, "I don't know either! Okay, don't talk about me, what about you? You are going to go back to Hangzhou with me, and then what?"

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Xiaoqian immediately vowed: "Xiaoqian is born as my husband's wife, and dies as my husband's ghost."

Seeing the serious look on her face, Xu Xian couldn't help but reach out and touch her head, and said with a smile: "Don't be stupid, you are your own."

"Ah?" Xiaoqian opened her mouth wide. No one had ever said such a thing to her.

Xu Xian smiled gently and said: "If you have nowhere to go and nothing to do for the time being, then stay with me!" He could see Xiaoqian's little thoughts, but she was like a little flower waving her arms desperately.

The thorns seem to be able to protect themselves, but in fact they are still so weak.

After Xu Xian finished speaking, he walked towards the house.

Xiaoqian said: "Then, can I call you husband?"

Xu Xian stopped for a moment, thought for a moment and turned back, "It's up to you!"

The purpose of practicing is not to be bullied, to leave Lan Ruo, but when all these are gone, what is the purpose of practicing? That fire made too many things meaningless. No parents, no grandma, for the first time in my life, completely

You can choose the road of tomorrow by yourself, but where is the road? You can't help but want to rely on it, almost impatiently shouting that "Sir, sir", the restless heart can finally get a little peace, and your own floating destiny

It seems that he has settled down again, and a way to support his husband and raise his children is in front of him.

But he refused. Is it because he is not beautiful enough? No, it turns out that he understands his uneasiness and hesitation. He is very embarrassed, but his heart really calms down.

It was almost the winter solstice, and the weather was already cold. Xu Xian slept with his clothes on, and felt a slight chill. It cannot be said that he was not unmoved towards Nie Xiaoqian, but he took advantage of others when they were weak, perhaps some "love saint"

The magic weapon to win against women, but he doesn't bother to do it. Because he understands, he pities him. He is not a feminist, on the contrary, he is a bit chauvinistic, but he still hopes that such a woman can find the happiness she wants. More

What's more, he is determined to keep his future wife's integrity.

Xu Xian slowly closed his eyes and began to practice again. After the battle at Lanruo Temple, the light in his soul was less brilliant than before, but seemed to be more condensed.

Xiaoqian walked into the room that shone with golden splendor, looked at the sleeping face, and suddenly remembered how he blushed just now. Hehe, my husband is not a gentleman like Mr. Ning! It’s just like Xu Xian, Mr. Ning

Although it was good, it was not what she wanted.

So who am I waiting for?

Early the next morning, Xu Xian was awakened by noisy sounds. Ning Caichen, a model couple, also quarreled. The reason was that Ning Caichen did not want to go back to the academy and spend time with his wife at home. Ning's mother was also like this.

Meaning. But Mrs. Ning firmly refused and asked Ning Caichen to put his fame first.

But Ning Caichen's determination cannot be easily changed by others, and the two of them got into trouble. Ning Caichen apologized to Xu Xian: "I'm afraid, Hanwen, you have to go alone, help me and my husband ask for leave. Zhuo Jing

My health is like this, and I really need someone to take care of me at home." There were dark circles under his eyes, obviously he didn't sleep well last night.

Mrs. Ning came out of the back room and said angrily: "Ning Caichen, if you still think of me as your wife, pack your things and hit the road."

Ning Caichen just said calmly: "You don't have to worry about men's affairs."

Seeing that the two of them were about to argue again, Xu Xian quickly said: "Brother Ning, you know that I know some Taoism. I thought of a way last night, maybe I can cure my sister-in-law's illness."

Ning Caichen sat up from his chair with a loud cry and grabbed Xu Xian, "Really?" There was still a hint of calmness on his face, and various complex emotions such as ecstasy, doubt, and worry filled his square face.

Xu Xian ignored the pain in his shoulder and affirmed: "I should be 70-80% sure."

Ning Caichen was rude and rushed to ask Xu Xian to cure his wife. But Mrs. Ning refused and said, "I won't cure her."

Xu Xian also felt a little incredible, but Mrs. Ning continued: "Unless you promise me, no matter what the outcome, you have to go to the academy."

Ning Caichen hesitated for a moment and then agreed, and then she smiled. She knew that Ning Caichen valued his promises. But Xu Xian saw clearly that Ning Caichen was just lying to his wife. But for the relationship between the couple,

Emotions are really sad. I only hope Xiaoqian's method can succeed.

To have relics, one must be an eminent monk. Lanruo Temple has been around for hundreds of years, and I don’t know how many generations of monks there are, but there are less than ten real relics. Among them is the one in the Buddha statue in the main hall. Although it is only a piece of earth and wood, each of the Buddha statues is

Countless monks and guests kneel down to worship them every day, and they must have something to ask for in their hearts. Thousands of wishes come together to form an even more extraordinary relic. Xiaoqian hid the relic in the main hall, and it was there less than a hundred years ago.

A rare accomplishment.

Grandma also relied on these relics to suppress the blood and prolong her life. Xiaoqian's one had been used up long ago. Now there are only three left that grandma gave her, but Xu Xian still wants to use one. For one thing, Xiaoqian doesn't care much.

Cultivation, now that Xu Xian is here, it seems that I no longer have to worry about cultivation issues.

In the back room, everyone else was kicked out because they still needed Xiaoqian's guidance. Only Ning's wife was sleeping on the bed. Needless to say, it was Xiaoqian's method. If a living ghost is seen again during a serious illness, it is hard to say whether it will be the same as before.

Like Xu Xian, he was frightened to death, so Ning Caichen really wanted to fight for him.

The relics gradually glowed with brilliance in Xu Xian's hands. It was unusual for a generation of eminent monks to leave behind decades of hard training. He followed the method taught by Xiaoqian and used his own power to guide the power of the relics. It sounds simple, but now

Xu Xian didn't know how to guide, he just kept pouring his power into the relics.

The brilliance of the relics became brighter and brighter, but it did not help Mrs. Ning's illness. Instead, the power of the scorching sun made Mrs. Ning's face covered with sweat, and the room felt like a furnace was rising.

It can be used as an electric stove in winter. This thought crossed Xu Xian's mind, and he quickly calmed down. Xiaoqian's voice urged in his ear, "Mr. sir, this won't work. It's not your power, it's the power of the relic."

Xu Xian gritted his teeth and whispered: "The devil knows how to use the power of this relic, why don't you come."

Xiaoqian's voice suddenly sounded crying: "Xiaoqian doesn't know how to do it either! It's just that the book says it's okay."

Guidance, guidance, this word kept echoing in Xu Xian's mind. It is not a simple injection, but resonance and triggering. But how to resonate? How to trigger? Is it like a star? Xu Xian tried to slowly take back his own

The power of the sun. But once Xu Xian did this, he discovered that taking back the power of the sun was ten times more difficult than distributing it.

The power of the sun is very violent and difficult to control. If Xu Xian could simply shine the light as hard as he did in Lanruo Temple, it would be okay, but very detailed control is almost impossible for him now. Mastering power is far more difficult to obtain than gaining power.

many.

And if the power of the sun is out of control, I am afraid that he and Xiaoqian will really become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks who "only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals". No one thought that such a seemingly simple thing could contain such danger.

But the more dangerous the situation, the calmer Xu Xian's mind became. This was not just the wonderful calming effect brought about by the use of power. After all, no matter how strong the external force was, it still had to act on the heart. He did not know what he had experienced in his previous life.

There are many difficulties. Good people usually encounter bad things. To face such bad things, you have to have twice the courage and perseverance than ordinary people. When you see a thief on the bus, it is easy to turn away, but if you can yell, it will be different.

Are you tempering yourself? There are too many smart people in the world, but when they are clever enough to avoid difficulties, there are fools who have already developed a different kind of courage.

Xu Xian's forehead was already sweating, but he still calmly pulled back the power he sent out bit by bit. He spent a lot of effort on each blow, and Xu Xian's control of power was no longer as rough as before.

But this is not over yet. There is still a trace left in the relic, as thin as a string. What remains is the question of how to pluck this string.
Chapter completed!