"This this"

  Ding Xian Zhen Ren's face was full of reluctance, the muscles on his cheeks suddenly became stiff, and he twitched slightly. "Little Shifu, this Wu Wei Ye is hard to find in the world, and Tian Ding Peak has only had one in a thousand years."

  Chu Cha's face remained expressionless, with a hint of coldness in his indifference. "Tell me, will you give it to me or not?"

  This useless leaf is actually very useful in the original storyline.

  Mo Zun first pretended to be an ancient spiritual beast to deceive the daughter of Qi Yun.

  Have him collect White Bamboo Grass, Wu Wei Leaf and Ju Ling Flower, three of the world's most extraordinary medicines, then refine them into a Soul-Returning Pill, allowing him to repair and break through the shackles of his handcuffs.

  The daughter of good fortune has now gathered white bamboo grass.

  It won't be long before I find an excuse to go to Tiandingshan, and then use the space ring's elixir recipe to refine a top-grade elixir, thereby gaining the favor of Dingxian Zhenren and obtaining the Wuwei Leaf.

  She must take the initiative now.

  The Demon Lord is reborn.

  Neither she nor the black lotus flower had a good ending.

  Ding Xian Zhen Ren hesitated for a moment, thinking about the somewhat disparate martial arts values between him and his little junior sister, and could only grit his teeth and say "fine".

  Chu Cha put the Wú Wèi leaf into her sleeve and then turned around to hold the back of the dustpan handle, walking away calmly.

  The True Immortal of Tripod Mountain watched with tears streaming down his face as that gradually distant cold back disappeared into the distance.

  Chu Tea returned to Gu Yan's courtyard once again.

  Everything that was damaged in the fight inside had been cleaned up, even the bloodstains on the original bluestone bricks and tiles had been wiped clean.

  And there stood a slender figure with his back to her, carefully sweeping the floor with a broom.

  Her raven-black hair cascaded down to her waist, tied up high with a plain white ribbon, and the dark ink-like color was rendered on her pure white robes.

  The slightly wide sleeves were tied up with a white cloth strip by him.

  The wind has passed

  My sleeves flutter in the wind, and dust settles on my belt.

  He seemed a bit tired, lifted his wrist and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  He immediately wanted to go to the table to pour a bowl of tea to drink, but unexpectedly turned around and saw the clear and cold girl standing at the door.

  His originally handsome face, with those eyes like fallen stars, looked even more elegant. His face had a hint of fatigue, but his mouth still held a warm and gentle smile, with an air of elegance and refinement.

  "Master, you've arrived."

  Chu Cha calmly withdrew her gaze and walked towards the house where he lived, "Follow me."

  Gu Yan responded with a sound and then put the broom in the corner of the wall and followed him in.

  Chu Cha pushed open the door and entered.

  The indoor light is very dim, with only one window.

  The window paper is half-covered and half-exposed, with very weak light shining through.

  There is very little furniture.

  A bed, a table and a slightly shaky wooden stool.

  Very simple and crude, but it was swept clean, the beams and houses were old, but there was not a speck of dust.

  Chu Cha didn't know that Guan Qingfeng still had such a dilapidated place, it can be seen that the original owner was really deaf to outside affairs.

  Gu Yan's face was slightly embarrassed as he smiled and said, "I've made a fool of myself in front of Shifu."

  Chu Cha didn't respond, her gaze lingering on the bathtub by the window.

  She walked away with a smile, snapped her fingers, and the bathtub was filled with water. She then lazily stretched out her hand to test the temperature.

  "The water temperature is just right, take off your clothes and get in."

  The young man in white clothes showed an uneasy expression in his eyes, and his voice was also very flustered. "Master, can I wash myself?"

  His voice was laced with cautious probing, a pair of peach blossom eyes carrying a faintly pleading glow.

  "Take it off." Chu Cha slightly furrowed her brow, and her tone also became somewhat impatient.

  Synchronize with bookshelf and computer version.