The Strongest Abandoned Woman of Immortal Cultivation

In the second half of the night, there was a light rain. When the rain stopped in the morning, Yu Youwei opened the window. The little thunder eagle on the top of the pagoda-shaped metasequoia tree in front of the window flew over and happily circled and danced, and her mood followed. Get up briskly.

“You Wei, get up quickly, we are about to set off.” Ning Mofei slammed into the door and rushed behind Yu Youwei. When she heard the sound, she turned her head, her pink and smooth face shaking with mottled light and shadow. From his perspective, she can see the fine hairs on her pink earlobes. The five-year-old man suddenly resuscitated and leaned over to pinch the attractive pink earlobes.

The bodies of the two shook as if electricity was flowing through them, and they each leaned back.

Yu Youwei’s jade-like face flew onto two red clouds, and she couldn’t help laughing when she found that Ning Mo was helpless like a child doing something wrong.

“I see that my second brother often treats my second wife like this.” Ning Mofei honestly admitted, twisting his fingers together. He glanced at her and found that she was not angry. He smacked his mouth and said, “It doesn’t taste much, why does the second brother like to lick the second sister’s ear so much?” The

the smile solidified, and Yu Youwei did not know how to answer the idiot’s question. , Turned his head and deliberately pretended to look at the scenery outside the window. Little Thunder Eagle turned into an arrow when Ning Mofei entered the door and shot directly into the sky. The golden Metasequoia trees in front of the window shook gently, throwing off countless water droplets, and the water droplets flickered under the refracted sunlight.

“It’s okay, what are you looking at?” Ning Mofei leaned out to look around, and suddenly pointed out the window and shouted, “Isn’t that person dead? Why is he here again!”

The gap between the window and the metasequoia tree faced each other. After hearing the sound of the back door of the neighboring courtyard, Yu Youwei looked at it, and found that it was the eight uncle Yu Tianzuo standing at the back door of the neighboring courtyard, and there were two people beside him.

The eighth uncle and the second uncle are brothers born to the same mother, and they look alike. Without thinking about it, she guessed that Ning Mofei mistook him for his dead second uncle. I was a little curious about the eighth uncle living in the yard next door, and at the same time the knife hung from the waist of one of the men in black looked familiar, and the eighth uncle was very respectful towards that person.

“Is the Ning’s yard next door?” Yu Youwei asked.

“I don’t know, I’ll ask my eldest brother.” Ning Mofei turned around and ran for two steps, then turned back and said, “My eldest brother asked you to clean up and go to eat breakfast. When the second brother comes back, we will set off.”

Even the dowry followed the dowry. Yu Youwei’s boat sank in the river, and there was nothing to clean up. Yu Youwei treated the Ning’s family as a place to eat, and didn’t plan to post her own dowry, so she went out with Ning Mofei after shaking her sleeves.

The breakfast looks very simple, with cabbage tofu soup and clear porridge with lotus paste and silver silk rolls. Only the soup is a broth with a variety of aura ingredients stewed and drained. The soup is fresh and full of aura. You can imagine this breakfast table. It’s expensive. Ning Murphy with his third brother actually put aside the frowning spoon, Ningbo Wen’s boss advised:. “Away from home it will point”

dry east toward the mainland’s first power, Cultivation is quite popular, but The East Continent is lack of spiritual energy as a whole, and training resources are relatively scarce. Among the people, those with spiritual roots are hard to find, but those with spiritual roots are mostly controlled by the cultivating sects, and the rest are also controlled by the cultivating families of all sizes. If they are not born in the cultivating family, they will not be able to worship the cultivator. The martial art, unless there is a special chance, it has no chance with immortality.

Yu Youwei was born in a Yu family. Although she has been raised outside, she was found to have spiritual roots since she was born. The Yu family, which is considered to be a middle-class Xiuxian family, has always provided her cultivation resources. Of course, compared with Yu Shiyu, her treatment is a gap between the sky and the ground. However, her cultivation speed is not weaker than him. In addition to mother Mu Qingxi’s direct task of earning spirit stones for her to practice, she also “earned” when she walked outside as a poisonous woman.

Even in terms of Yu Youwei’s wealth at this time, he couldn’t drink this cabbage tofu soup all at once. There were still people who thought the soup was not good, and even Generals were unwilling.

Secretly cursing “two prodigal sons”, Yu Youwei drank three bowls of soup and ate two silver rolls. The fire aura contained in the soup is no worse than the second-grade Pei Yuan Dan. The pill is divided into nine grades, and it sounds like the effect of the second grade pill is average, but it is better than the three meals a day are comparable to the second grade pill, and the amount of accumulation over time is quite considerable. She couldn’t help but look forward to the life in the Ning family. It is estimated that in the past few years, her strength will soar a lot.

High-level cultivators can’t eat or drink fireworks, but low-level cultivators can’t fasten. The daily diet of monks in the refining period contains spiritual energy. Of course, too much spiritual energy is harmful. The young rookie of the period might be dead.

Ning Baixia unabashedly showed a look of disgust. When the elder brother lost his eye and stared at him, Ning Mofei asked suspiciously: “Youwei, this soup has a peasy smell, it’s terrible, you like it. Is

n’t it?” “There is no tofu, is this tofu made from beans?” Yu Youwei asked back.

“Yeah, beans should have a beany flavor.” Ning Mofei took a sip of the soup and

slapped his lips: “Three brothers stupid.” “Did I provoke you?” Ning Baixia was upset. Questioning.

“A fool doesn’t know that bean curd made from beans has a beany flavor.” Speaking of which, Ning Mofei has been a follower of the third brother since he first learned to crawl, even if the third brother said that the moon is round, he would never doubt it. It’s just that after missing for so long with Yu Youwei, the tall image of the third brother has completely collapsed, at least in Ning Baixia’s eyes, this is regarded as “black near the ink”.

“Huh!” Ning Baixia’s angry nostrils blasted, and it was even more unpleasant to see Yu Youwei.

No desire is strong. Yu Youwei only intends to go to the Ning family for a few years. At least after successfully building the foundation, Xiao Baixiong and Xiao Leiying both grew up a bit and left the Ning family. The Ning family can ignore whatever attitude they have towards her, their expressions are calm.

After drinking three bowls of soup, the idiot Ning Si Budu put down the spoon and asked a superb question: “Youwei, this tofu still smells of tofu, why doesn’t it taste at all when I lick my ears?” He was

instantly caught by Leidligio. In

Ninen, Yu Youwei ‘s blood rushed to her face, embarrassingly scolded : “Don’t talk nonsense !” Ning Bowen was more kind, covering her mouth with a fake cough and pretending not to hear it.

With an ice cube face, Ning Baixia scolded sourly: “Sister, what’s your attitude? Can’t you talk to the fourth brother properly?”

Even if it is rather intended to house bread, the young fish do not feel the need to endure Wei Ning three bad temper, vagueness rhetorical question: “This is the third brother to say in what we do couples room?”

Long so Great, Ning Baixia was so embarrassed that the eldest girl got on the sedan chair the first time she wanted to refute Yu Youwei and couldn’t find any suitable words. Compared to Yu Shiyu’s importance in his family and teachers, he is even more important. In the family, the eldest brother’s words may not be effective, he said, no one from top to bottom in the family compromised. In Shimen, he is a direct disciple of the head, and is the scheduled successor head. I really haven’t met someone like Yu Youwei who doesn’t give him face.

With a crow flying over his head, Ning Baixia angrily scolded: “Don’t mess around!”