After that, life seemed to be on the right track again, and Sister Jun was even more racing against time to teach me some skills to fight the enemy. Although I was concerned about my body, I didn’t go too far, but it was just her precise and subtle care in her fingers. For example, I couldn’t work too hard every day, so Sister Jun ended all the teachings in one hour. It was impossible for a moment to be more, and it was even more delusional. Originally, I had no feeling about practicing Taoism, and I completely insisted on it with the mentality of "a pity that I gave up, and no gain of food".

However, Sister Jun has been almost crazy recently. For some of her obsessions, I have made me particularly dull. In the past, I could still joke with Xiao Ge and A Zheng, but now I have met, but I just kept silent. The scene was in a stalemate. In the past two days, I was particularly uncomfortable and I was not happy to use my meals. I almost ate and slept, slept, and then waited for Sister Jun to come to me, gave up all the fun and lived with a self-deprecating attitude. I always felt that such a life was really not hopeful. Xiao Ge first realized something was wrong with me, and knew that he was not a match for Sister Jun and the others, and it was absolutely impossible to persuade them, so he went to find Namo directly.

So until I saw the angry and rushed into my room with a destructive attitude, I almost sprayed out the tea I had just drunk, and even the tea bowl I was holding in my hand did not have time to hold it. Fortunately, A Zheng, who was sleeping on the side, noticed it in time, and then he pinched a trick and slapped the bowl in the air. Seeing that I was still unresponsive, he slowly directed the tea bowl to slowly land on the table, and then fell to sleep without any concern.

I rubbed my eyebrows and moved A Zheng to the other side of the bed, then I felt free to talk to Namo. After all, this was the first time I saw him after Namo muttered something from the last time and then snatched the door like crazy. But obviously... he was not in a good mood at this time and looked at me gloomyly, then he went to the other corner of the room to drag a stool to the bed, then sat down in front of me. I touched my arms in a thick velvet coat, and for some reason I felt a little cold.

I looked at Namo carefully again, feeling that his face was really ugly, but the anger seemed not to be directed at me. After thinking for a long time, I finally planned to speak to ease the atmosphere. At this moment, he raised his chin and said coldly: "Left hand."

I was a little confused, but before I could hesitate for half a breath, I was frightened by his cold eyes. Without thinking too much, I stretched out my left hand when I kicked. He glared at me, as if scolding me for being slow to react. Then he stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on my wrist. I was stunned for a moment, and he had already let go of his hand, but his face was very ugly. Even if I became an immortal, even a little fairy who had just ascended, his six senses were naturally very sensitive, not to mention that I was already gifted and had been an immortal for a hundred years. The realm was not stable at the beginning, but now it is different. Even in the "Shan Closing Formation", my cultivation level was not at all diligent, but I had not practiced the Tao before, and I had cultivated my mind... I was also practicing. So for the past hundred years, I was really not a waste, and the six senses... were naturally sensitive.

Even though Namo just sighed very lightly, almost inauspicious, I still heard the feeling - anger, hesitation, shame, anger, and helpless sorrow, I could hear it, so I felt the complexity of Namo effortlessly. For many years, my friend, I could list his character, strengths and weaknesses as I knew, but many times, I could only look at him with helplessness and lower his head because he was bored. I didn't comfort me because I couldn't tell you. They were like extremely reliable elders. When I was down, they would pat my shoulder and tell me that everything would pass. But when they stared at a certain place, I didn't know why they were sad, so I could only be more silent.

This is the case at this time. I don’t know why Namo is like this, but perhaps she is born with such a personality. I have never been troublesome. If they don’t say it, I won’t ask too much. So I struggled for a while, and almost hesitated for a long time, and then my face turned the topic as usual: "Namo, why are you here? I thought you are really going to become a monk and stay away from the world! I haven’t come to see my brothers for so long, tell me! Why are you doing?"

I thought this time would be like before. Namo would subconsciously turn his head and then answer me plainly, not to mention that Namo was like this, Brother Shu, Sister Jun, Gan Yu and others lied about it, they all turned their heads exactly the same, and then when they turned around, they had another face that was no different from usual, and their movements were consistent, making me want to laugh, but it was indeed the case, it was just a difference in the size of the movements, but they never showed up and always thought they were doing it well.

But Namo didn't do this this time. He looked at me for a long time. The darker the pupils were, the more unrighteous people would easily fall into it, and then openly announce all his mistakes. I do a lot of naughty things on weekdays, but I don't have any guilty feelings. I had a smile before, but I really couldn't pretend at this time, so the expression on my face gradually faded, replaced by a condensed face, cold as ice.

Namo smiled: "This is the real you. You are like this expressionless, and a smiling face is really not suitable for you."

I was a little irritated. Since I couldn't see the purpose of his trip, I stopped speculating. I relaxed my body and collapsed on the edge of the bed. The warmth in my eyes gradually faded away, and the frost appeared faintly: "So what next? What do you want?" Nan Wu was stunned, and his right hand unconsciously dripped across the palm of his left hand, and a small vortex appeared on the corner of his mouth. I heard him say, "No, I just want to tell you, if I really don't want to, I will help you with it, and you will not have to work hard from now on."

I smiled, as if I had agreed, but I didn't say anything, just looked at him aimlessly. Namo smiled, and his voice became gentle: "You go to bed first, and avoid random thoughts in the future. Can you do it?"

I didn't answer. After a long time, I heard someone answer: "You can't do it, it's not something I can control. It loves to think about it. What can I do?"

"But your body now... I really don't recommend that you think too much, it's useless to your body." Namo's casual voice sounded again, and his tone was a little serious, not a joke. According to the past, if Namo had such an attitude, I wouldn't have been perfunctory, but after that, I heard myself speak clearly, with a contempt and not very sincere: "Okay, kill it, then it won't think about it anymore."

I'm not in a good mood recently, so what I wrote may be a bit dull, but it still has some preparation...
Chapter completed!