The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"Don't worry." Sheng Qing's gentle voice sounded from beside him, interrupting Yu Mian's thoughts. Yu Mian put down his hands covering his face, glanced sideways slightly, and then calmed down.

Well, at least it hasn't exploded yet.

The more you practice, the faster your physical fitness will explode. If you don't practice, you will most likely go back to your old ways when you meet the protagonists in the future.

Blocked at both ends.

However, having strength is always better than being a weak and vulnerable pig or sheep. Yu Mian decided to practice hard.

She has already established her foundation and can take on missions from the sect.

"Is Master's formation also very powerful? Is there any formation that is more hidden than the Four-sided Cage Talisman Formation?" Yu Mian thought of this. She was about to ask this last time, but was delayed because of coughing...

Sheng Qing nodded slightly, "Master will teach you a tortoise breathing method, which can conceal your own breath, and a golden armor formation, which can at least resist three full-strength attacks from the golden elixir."

The three strikes would take at least one breath, which was enough time for her to reach her disciple.

Yu Mian's eyes lit up. Having a good master on the road to becoming an immortal really makes things twice as easy as before.

"Shall we start now?" Yu Mian was eager to try. The more life-saving skills she could learn, the more protection she would have.

Sheng Qing took a quick glance. The sunlight outside the window had almost set, and the dim blue twilight enveloped Yufu Mountain. She hadn't slept for more than two days.

“There’s no need to rush…” Sheng Qing’s hand, which was originally on Yu Mian’s shoulder, slightly closed and pinched Yu Mian’s shoulder socket.

Before Yu Mian could react, the scene in front of him changed and he was back in the bedroom of Qinghe Palace.

“…Go to sleep first.” A lazy murmur came into his ears, and Yu Mian found that the outer garments of his robes had been stripped off, leaving only the silk lining inside, and the arms were tightly wrapped around his waist.

Sheng Qing buried his head in Yu Mian's shoulder, closed his eyes, and there was no more sound.

Yu Mian was left with his eyes wide open, not feeling sleepy at all.

She finally understood what was recorded in the ancient books about Shengqing's love of sleeping.

Since the foundation was established, spiritual energy has been naturally absorbed between breaths. The abundant spiritual power of the Wangxian Sect is like a power bank that constantly charges cultivators above the foundation-building stage.

It allows the monks to stay refreshed in a comfortable environment, and at most they can restore their energy by meditating.

Therefore, after most cultivators have established their foundation, even if they do not practice, they will sit in meditation and stay in a trance to get through the night, and almost no one will spend time sleeping.

Only Shengqing, with his level of cultivation, still maintains the good habit of going to bed on time. He really loves sleep.

Unable to fall asleep, Yu Mian recalled the message Sheng Qing had given her about the spirit butterfly. In the dim bed curtains, she freed her left hand and began to make hand gestures according to her memory to summon the spirit butterfly.

Her left hand was not her dominant hand, so Yu Mian pinched it several times before she could get it right. She silently recited the formula with her hands, first putting her fingers together and pointing them at the sword, then using the Wusheng Seal, Jieling Seal, and Huantong Seal...

Finally, he picked up the flower with his finger, and a faint fluorescent light appeared on the tip of his finger. It spread its wings and flew out. It was a blue-winged swallowtail butterfly, with silver light falling on its wings. It was lowering its antennae and waiting for the command.

The sentences and distance that can be conveyed depend on the proficiency of the technique and the strength of the spiritual power.

The one on Yu Mian's fingertip can convey a short message of no more than ten words, and it can be delivered to any place with confirmed coordinates or related spiritual tokens within a radius of 100 miles.

The shape of the butterfly is just the appearance of the carrier designed by the caster. It can be a bird or a beast. Anyway, after leaving the sight, it will disappear in the air and fly through the air.

Yu Mian felt that this was actually like an instantaneous one-time spiritual power network cable...

Sheng Qing might have fallen asleep. She did not dare to speak. She just trembled her finger holding the flower, allowing the spirit butterfly that did not receive the message and coordinates to fly freely.

When its spiritual power is exhausted, it will automatically dissipate.

The butterfly's wings fluttered, silver powder fell, and then it returned to silence. Its figure was hidden behind the narrow bed curtains, and could only illuminate the carvings of hundreds of birds passing by the bed ceiling over and over again.

Yu Mian looked at it and felt that he was no different from it, trapped in a curtain from which he could not escape, exhausting his last bit of vitality.

She was thinking in a distracted state until the power of the Psylocke was about to be exhausted, the flapping of its wings became slower, and it got closer and closer to the bed.

It needs to find a place to stay.

Yu Mian stretched out his fingertips, wanting to catch it, but he never expected that the spirit butterfly was unconscious after leaving his control.

It dodged Yu Mian's raised fingers, fluttered across his eyes, less than five centimeters away from Yu Mian's eyebrows, and glided to the tip of the ear of the man lying on his side and hugging him.

The faint fluorescent light illuminated the child's delicate ears with a few strands of hair tangled on them. The owner of the hair had his eyes tightly closed and did not move, even his breathing was so faint that it was almost unnoticeable.

In the extremely dim light, her face was like a great sculpture, filled with an indescribable divinity.

That divinity may be because the sculptures in this world cannot possibly come alive and are disconnected from humans.

But Sheng Qing was real and vivid. Yu Mian could even imagine the pair of dark eyes beneath her phoenix pupils in his mind.

Yu Mian's pupils shrank, fearing that Sheng Qing would find out that he was not sleeping in the middle of the night and was doing something naughty.

The raised left hand slowly and quietly approached, ready to wave away the disobedient butterfly or directly kill it.

It came to a stop, emitting a faint glow. Although it had no weight or physical sensation, the strong man's consciousness was extremely sharp.

When his fingertips approached the listless spirit butterfly, the light on its body had turned light blue. Yu Mian clasped his fingers into a fist and only extended his index finger to poke it lightly.

The bright light exploded and scattered into a faint firework, and at the same time illuminated Shengqing's entire face for a moment. His phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Yu Mian's fingertips stopped...

Wait, did she just see Shengqing open his eyes?

Now it was dark all around and she couldn't see anything clearly. She could only pray that she was seeing things.

But she didn't even dare to move her hand that was resting on Shengqing's ear until it was held by another hand that was slightly warmed by body temperature in the dim light.

Yu Mian's heart skipped a beat, and his clenched fist was opened. The other hand slowly pulled his fist down and placed it on her cool and soft waist.

"If Mian'er wants to touch it... there's no need to shrink back so much..." Sheng Qing's slightly hoarse voice sounded in Yu Mian's ears with some sleepiness.