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Su Yuewu still didn't say much. She was indifferent towards anyone and only smiled rarely when she saw Nian Qing babbling as she extended her arms towards her. Afterwards, she extended her arms to embrace that soft body.

Unlike the beginning, she ate very little and drank a lot of wine every day. Now, she had completely changed. Although she didn't say anything, she treated herself like a martial arts machine. She still lived on the second floor of the loft in the middle of the lake, but she would not allow anyone to enter. Every day Bing'er would place her three meals outside her door. He was becoming more and more difficult to figure out.

Leng Fanyun was extremely talented. While he was practising his mystical arts, he had also learned the martial arts techniques and mental cultivation techniques of various sects. Su Yuewu found some very old mental cultivation methods in his room. She didn't know which sect or sect they came from, but the techniques on them were very strange, and there were even some places where Leng Fanyun had made a mark. Su Yuewu instinctively felt that this mental cultivation method was very mysterious, so she brought it to her pavilion.

That mental cultivation method was really strange. According to the method written in the manual, he wanted to discard all of the martial arts and mystical arts that he had learnt so far. It was like a water tank filled with things. If he wanted to absorb the extremely overbearing mantra, he would have to give up everything in the water tank. As the saying goes, if one can't break the rules, they can't be created. This was probably the logic behind it.

She only felt a warm stream of energy flow from her four limbs into her heart meridian, but she could no longer feel any fluctuations or changes. That air current was like a mud sinking into the ocean, disappearing without a trace.

The same thing was written on Leng Fanyun's notebook. There was only inner force flowing into his limbs, but that inner force could not be used.

She was already at the first level of the White Profound Realm. If she gave up all her profound strength and martial arts from before, and switched to cultivating this mental cultivation method, if she could not reach her current level in the end, wouldn't all her efforts be for naught?

Time was running out. After being brought back to the Heaven Realm every day, his soul would be sealed again soon. No, it shouldn't be as simple as sealing. At that time, Su Yitian was only a means to gain benefits by being sealed within the Heaven Realm, and at that time, the war between the Heaven Realm and the Mortal Realm was just as intense. He did not have any more spirit energy to spend on sealing the God of Death.

The strength of the human world had already declined, and there were no longer any Uncle Mu or Lin Xianyu who were like that. The Ancient Demon Sovereign was also taken away by the underworld, and the current human world was just like the meat on their chopping block.

However, Su Yitian did not have such good luck this time. The Heaven Realm was full of energy now, and the Eastern Emperor Bell and the other eight divine instruments were all in the Heaven Realm. However, Su Yitian had not fully awakened yet. His God-Slaying strength had not been fully revealed yet. This situation was extremely critical.

In his previous life, the TV always said that a person picked up an old booklet. On it was a martial arts mental cultivation method that many martial artists would covet, as long as the main character was a peerless master. No matter what, she had to go and save Su Yitian. If she was still confident in her White Xuan cultivation, if she used up all of her strength, she wouldn't dare to gamble.

Therefore, she put down the old book in her hands and continued to adjust her breathing according to the original method. However, just like Leng Fanyun at that time, after reaching the Bai Xuan realm, each step up was even harder than climbing into the sky. The accumulation of Qi was very slow. Su Yuewu was now in a hurry to increase her own strength. She wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer than half a month.

She finally decided on the old book. The only thing she could do now was to take the risk. She wrote a letter to Liu Liqing, inquiring about the origin of the old booklet. After all, they knew more than he did, and with their help, he had some confidence.

Su Yuewu was willing to leave this place of sorrow and return to the Imperial City. This was good news for Su Yuewu, Bing'er, and Tang YiRou. Although the scenery here was as beautiful as a painting, it was not convenient for them to pass news from afar. It would be a good thing for them if they returned to the imperial city.

Moreover, both Nangong Lian and Gu Ximing were currently in the Imperial City. Perhaps with their consolation, Su Yue's ball would be much better, wouldn't it?

With their own thoughts, they packed their bags and headed towards the Royal City. After closing the door, the white-robed Su Yuewu turned around to look at the beautiful courtyard. Bing'er was a little worried that she would go back on her word, so she asked in her heart, "Miss?"

Su Yuewu turned her head and pulled down the black veil covering her face. Then, she turned around and got into the carriage.

Along the way, Su Yuewu followed the stream of Jiangnan and headed up. She originally thought it was a beautiful scenery, but now she was no longer in the mood to look at it. On the way, she received Liu Liuqing's letter.

The letter said that he had seen the old booklet before he got to know Leng Fanyun, but he had never seen Leng Fanyun practice the mental cultivation method on it. Not only that, Leng Fanyun actually had a book similar to this one in the Demon Palace. It was originally Leng Fanyun's, but he didn't know if it would be helpful to Su Yuewu, so he brought it over for her to see.

They were also worried about Leng Fanyun, but Leng Fanyun had already told Liu Liuqing and Ye Jue that no matter what happened in the future, it would have nothing to do with them. They could protect Ye Qin, after all, he only had three years of life left in his Soul Pearl, and that was about a year ago.

They could only give all the information they could gather to Su Yuewu. Su Yuewu touched the ancient yellowing page and was somewhat curious. At that time, Leng Fanyun was said to be the Ancient Demon Sovereign. He was just like Su Yitian, who was continuously being harmed by the so-called righteous sects in the Heaven Realm, and his ability to reincarnate became weaker and weaker. If that was the case, could the mental cultivation method in those old books be the mental cultivation method that he had collected in the four seas and eight wastelands?

Su Yuewu was not sure about the matters of the ancient times, but when she thought about the talents of the Lin, Mu, and Jiang Families, she felt that they could not be compared with the current martial arts. If she was sure that practicing the mental cultivation method on the old booklet could make her inner strength grow stronger, she was willing to give it a try and completely cripple the inner strength that had already reached the White Profound Realm.

As she was lost in her thoughts, there was suddenly a commotion in front of her. The carriage suddenly stopped in a hurry, causing Su Yuewu to stumble forward.

She grabbed the car beside her and froze. In her eyes, there was an impatient look, "Bing-Er, what happened?"

Bing-Er walked to her hesitantly and said, "Up ahead …" Someone in front of me is blocking my way, say... They said that they wanted to meet you, young miss. "

Su Yuewu was somewhat impatient. "So be it. I don't want to see anyone right now."

Tang YiRou also walked over with icy eyes and a tone as cold as ice. "It's Blood Shadow Sect's Shangguan Tulong."

Su Yuewu was somewhat surprised, but right now she didn't want to care about any of this annoying stuff anymore. She closed the curtain and said, "Rou Er, don't bother with him. If he is still entangled, don't worry about me." Everyone was clear about Tang YiRou's hatred towards Shangguan Tulong. It was absolutely irreconcilable. Right now, Su Yuewu's intention was simply to take care of Tulong's life. Tang YiRou could just take it if she wanted to.

Tang YiRou walked slowly to Shangguan Tulong, her eyes holding a hidden hatred. "Miss doesn't want to see you, you can go now."

Shangguan Tulong looked much older than last time, his expression downcast. He said, "I want to see her, can't I?" With that, he walked towards Su Yuewu's carriage.

Tang YiRou's sword suddenly pointed towards Shangguan Tulong. She finally couldn't control her hatred as she coldly said, "Miss said she doesn't want to see you. Can't you hear her?"

As if he hadn't seen it, Tulong continued walking forward, the sword slowly stabbing into his shoulder. Tang YiRou saw Shangguan Tulong's blood and her eyes glinted. "Then I won't be polite anymore." As he finished speaking, he took out his sword and drew a sharp sword flower before stabbing towards Shangguan Tulong's heart.

Although they were both Violet Rank, under Su Yuewu's guidance, Tang YiRou's profound arts had already reached the Ink Rank. With her experience against her enemies, Shangguan Tun Long had no way of avoiding her fatal strike.

Just as the tip of her sword touched the material on Shangguan Tun Long's clothes, a bell suddenly rang in the air, barely knocking her sword away. Rou Er walked over and pulled her sword out of his grasp. With a disapproving tone, she said, "Right now, Martial Lin is in a difficult situation. If you were to stir up some trouble now, you would be in trouble again."

Tang YiRou thought for a moment, then put down her sword and retreated dejectedly.

Shangguan Tulong ignored the wound on his shoulder and hastily walked to Su Yuewu's carriage and lifted the curtain. The woman in the carriage still had a cold and inviolable appearance, but she had lost a lot of weight. Right now, there was a hint of sadness between her eyes. Seeing that someone had come to disturb him, he looked over with an impatient expression.

When Shangguan Tulong saw how she was looking at him, killing intent filled her usually cold and bright eyes. Her entire person was gloomy and she didn't seem like the Su Yuewu he knew. Even when the Su Family was in ruins, or when she was divorced, or when she killed her way out of the sect, she didn't look like this.

He did not know what to say, but he heard the woman's ice-cold voice. "What is it?"

He cleared his throat, not knowing what to say, and said with difficulty, "I heard …" Su Yitian was taken away … Leng Fanyun... "It was also …"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was cut off by the woman. "If that's all you want to say, I'll answer you. Alright, I'm done. You can go. "

The more he looked at her fierce appearance, the more he felt that she was pitifully cute. The lady had already turned her head to the other side, but he still mustered his courage and said, "Heaven Realm is so strong, why do you have to wait till the end? This was destined to have no end. "Think about it, you still have other people who adore you and love you for your love and love. Why don't you let your life be simpler?"

The woman could not believe that he would actually say such words, and her eyes were filled with disbelief, "You mean that I don't care about my own children or my husband right now? How could I, Su Yuewu, be someone with such a nature? You can leave now, it's not intentional if you keep talking. "

For the first time, Shangguan Tulong felt tormented. Even though he knew that she wouldn't accept him, he didn't advise her to accept him now. After all, life still had to go on.

He didn't give up and held onto Su Yuewu's hand. "Little Wu, I understand you, I …"

Before he could finish, a short blade stabbed into the area where he had just been injured. It was a short blade that cut through metal like mud. The tip of the blade was made of black iron, and there were all kinds of precious stones engraved on it. He had seen it on Leng Fanyun's body before.

Now that the knife was in his shoulder, the wound was cold and aching. The girl's voice didn't waver in the slightest as she pulled out the short blade and coldly said, "How can you call me Little Wu?"

She carefully used the handkerchief to wipe the blood off her short blade bit by bit, but she didn't look at him again. He covered his wound with his hand. That sword did not seem to have pierced his shoulder, but instead seemed to have pierced through his chest. He only felt a dull pain from the cold.

Su Yuewu threw the handkerchief to the side and called out, "Bing'er, let's go."

Bing'er said hesitantly: "That … Young Master Shangguan?"

Su Yuewu acted as if she couldn't see it. "Let him be."