There might be something wrong with my rebirth

The main venue of the Wanfa Conference is Wanhua Hall, and the rest are in Wutonglin, Zichen Hall, Silent Hall and Liuyin Bridge.

Shuangruo's patrol point is set in the Zichen Palace, I don't know if it's a coincidence or someone did it intentionally.

Shuang Ruo was holding the long sword given to him by the Shenshen Division in his hand at the moment, sitting on the railing next to the Zichen Hall, watching the passing crowd indifferently.

The Ten Thousand Dharma Conference is the most boring one in the heavens. Shuangruo has always hated boring things. No matter when he was young, when he grew up, or after rebirth, he likes novelty and surprises, and is tired of the same things.

Therefore, he looked at the people who spoke freely, and thought that maybe they were the kind of people who were really willing to study their cultivation, maybe they could maintain this momentum and push the Three Realms to progress for thousands of years.

This boring puja will last for three days, and Shuangruo will stay outside the gate of Zichen Palace for three days.

Ming Feng never came out of the Zichen Palace from the beginning to the end, and he seemed not interested in the Wanfa Conference.

On the evening of the third day, Shuangruo finally couldn't bear it, and glanced at the courtyard of Zichen Palace.

Just looking at it, Shuangruo could feel the flow of divine power.

Shuang Ruo lowered his eyelashes gradually, he felt that Ming Feng was forging his invulnerability.

The Wanfa Conference is finally over, and after the sun goes down, everyone will be gathered together for a summary discussion.

After he roughly browsed through the list of all the participants, he suddenly had doubts: "Strange, no ghost cultivators came to attend the meeting?"

At this time, someone in the crowd echoed: "The ghost sect has recently risen in the mortal world, and I remember that someone from the Divine Punishment Division has indeed handed over ten invitation letters to them at Changyang Mountain, but... no one came. ?"

Hui Yin pondered: "The Ghost Sect has always been isolated from the world and has no contact with anyone. If they don't come, it is reasonable to give up this opportunity automatically."

Everyone got together and made some conclusions, and the Ten Thousand Laws Conference, which made the Shenshensi jittery, finally came to an end.

The Emperor of Heaven was very considerate and asked all the immortals to rest for three days.

The night was dark, and Shuangruo went back to Shuyinge Pavilion alone, but the moon hung high above the black sky, and Shuangruo walked quietly on the deserted street, he always felt that a pair of gloomy eyes were staring at him.

Shuang Ruo looked back according to his feeling, but saw nothing, but that inexplicable sense of gloom enveloped him like a fog.

But this eerie feeling was fleeting, and disappeared the moment he looked back behind him.

Shuang Ruo pursed her lips lightly, and gradually touched the astrolabe in her arms.

The status of the astrolabe is as usual, and Shuangruo's vigilance still hasn't dissipated. He turned his head and walked forward, but he was paying attention to the changes around him.

But until he returned to Shuyin Pavilion, he never had that creepy feeling again.

Shuangruo kept this matter in mind and never mentioned it to anyone.

The days of the Nine Heavens passed day by day, and these days were calm and peaceful, just like the night before the storm.

It was so dark that it was so calm that it was a little depressing.

Ten days have passed since the end of the Ten Thousand Fa Conference, and it happened to be Shuangruo's turn to take a rest.Shuangruo finally got some free time, and tended Mu Luohua in the garden of Shuyinge.

There has just been a light rain in Jiuchongtian, and the soil is soft and wet. Shuangruo is wearing short clothes with sleeves rolled up above the elbow joints, and her hair is randomly fixed by a hairpin. It looks loose and loose, as if it will fall down at any time.

He casually held a small shovel, his hands and feet were covered with mud, and tried his best to weed and cut the flower branches of the Muluo flowers in the garden.

He is too busy these days, so he has more or less neglected these delicate flowers. Few bloomed particularly well. Shuangruo sighed lightly, tied the cut ones with ribbons, and prepared to put them in the glass vase in his house for keeping. go.

Just when he stood up and patted the dirt on his hands, he suddenly heard Qinglan calling him not far away: "Master."

Shuangruo's hands were full, including a small bucket and a small shovel. He didn't even turn his body, but turned his head with difficulty to call him: "Qinglan, you came just in time, come and help me..."

Qinglan's voice was still far away, but a dark shadow came towards him, bent down, without saying a word, just took the small wooden bucket full of soil in his hand.

Feeling a lightness in his hand, Shuang Ruo was slightly stunned, and turned to look at the person who came, as expected, it was Ming Feng.

Shuang Ruo quickly looked away, and looked at Qing Lan with dissatisfaction: "Qing Lan, Ming Feng is coming, why didn't you tell me?"

Qinglan felt wronged: "Just now I was going to communicate with you..."

Ming Feng didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, he looked at his face seriously, and then he lightly poked his cheek with his slender fingers.

Shuangruo instantly understood what Ming Feng meant, and subconsciously raised his hand to rub the mud on his cheek with the back of his hand, but he forgot that the back of his hand was also full of dry dirt, and this rubbing directly stained his face.

Shuang Ruo herself also realized that something was wrong, so she didn't think there was anything wrong, she just laughed dryly: "Ming Feng, please wait here for a while, I'll go into the house to clean up..."

There is really no way to see people like this.

"No need." Ming Feng interrupted him crisply, and the next moment, the light in Ming Feng's eyes softened instantly, and the jet-black pupils seemed to change from hard to another soft state, he lightly Gently raised his hand, and rubbed Shuangruo's cheek with his fingertips.

A little fairy waiter next to him exclaimed, but was dragged away by Qing Lan angrily.

The mud was gently rubbed away by Ming Feng, he hid his fingers in his sleeves and rubbed them lightly, as if he was reminiscing the touch of his cheeks just now.

Shuang Ruo came back to her senses, thanked her in a hurry, tried her best to keep calm, with a smile in her eyes: "God, why are you looking for me? Why don't you wait for me in the study, and I'll go change my clothes."

Ming Feng Shangshen was dressed in a dark purple robe, holding an exquisite wooden box in one hand and a crude wooden barrel covered in mud in the other, his whole person seemed a bit divided, yet extremely harmonious.

Looking at Shuangruo's lively appearance, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes: "Okay."

Qinglan brought Ming Feng to Shuangruo's study room. Compared with Ming Feng's last visit, the appearance of the study room has changed a lot. Shuangruo seems to have had some time recently. Changed the position, the handle of the umbrella was thrown out, leaning on the bookshelf, and there was a clear and transparent glass bottle on the desk. A half-dead Muluo flower was inserted in the glass bottle, and the water was slightly turbid.

Recently, he is still letting the rain send a muluo flower to the gate of Shuying Pavilion every day, and this one should be picked from the most blooming muluo flower in front of his window this morning. The color that comes down is the purest and most beautiful one.

But beside the glass bottle, he saw a half-foot-wide box.

There has been some dust on the surface, and it seems that it has been here for some time.The surface of the box exudes a strong magic energy, it is not difficult to guess who the original owner of the box is.

Ming Feng looked away, and his heart, which was light and floating, gradually sank.He pursed his lips lightly, sat on the chair and waited quietly for Shuang Ruo to come.

Shuangruo came very quickly, and he replaced the original short jacket with a light blue robe. In order to save time, he didn't wear the outermost blouse. Although no one wore it like this, it was harmless.

Shuangruo hastily tied her hair into a ponytail, and the ends of her hair hopped and jumped with his movements.

"God, I kept you waiting," Shuang Ruoyin came in a hurry, with a thin layer of blush on her cheeks, and she was relieved when she saw that Mingfeng had already found a seat to sit down.

"No hurry, Shuangruo, take your time, I'm not in a hurry today." Ming Feng couldn't help but said when he saw his hurry.

Shuang Ruo caught a glimpse of Ming Feng's food box on the table and asked, "God, is it flower cake?"

Ming Feng nodded lightly: "I changed to a different flavor this time, let's see which flavor you like best."

Shuangruo didn't move, just said: "God, why don't you tell me the location of this flower cake shop, so that Shuangruo can go there by himself when he wants to eat, and don't have to trouble you all the time."

He said it politely, but what he really meant was not so polite.

What he meant was that you don't need to buy fresh flower cakes anymore, Ming Feng Shangshen, when he wants to eat, he will definitely go to the flower cake shop to buy them.

Ming Feng nodded lightly: "If that's the case, whenever you want to go there, I'll take you there."

Shuangruo: "..."

He felt that he had nothing to do with Ming Feng who pretended to be ignorant.

"But..." Ming Feng changed the subject, "Shuangruo, I'm going to retreat for a while, can you wait for me?"

Hearing those two key words, Shuang Ruo was a little startled: "How long do you want to retreat?"

Now that the catastrophe is imminent, but Ming Feng's divine power is running out, if he still wants to save the Three Realms, retreat is indeed the best way.

Ming Feng thought for a while, then fixed Shuangruo's eyes when he spoke: "At least two months, not more than three months."

Shuang Ruo repeated Ming Feng's words in a low voice: "At least two months..."

His heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Three months later, according to the trajectory of the previous life, it was the key point when the seal of the Ghost Slayer Land was completely broken.

There was a flash of light in Shuangruo's eyes, but the light was too short, it only flickered for a moment.

If Ming Feng retreats for two months, he will come out to make some arrangements, and he will be able to catch up with the doomsday catastrophe in the best condition.

Shuang Ruo's eyes are dim.

Probably just a coincidence...

Shuangruo's eyelashes drooped down, hiding the light in the pupils in the small fan-shaped shadow: "Then I wish the Lord God that you can gain some insight, make breakthroughs, and improve yourself."

The corners of Ming Feng's lips curled up slightly: "Okay."

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