He watched the crane disappear from the sky silently. Li Xianyuan's face was calm, as if nothing had anything to do with him just now.

He looked away and scanned the embarrassing pavilion. He turned his hand and picked up the teapot, poured it all over the ground, then threw it away casually, disguised as a teapot.

Li Xianyuan stood up and left Lingcao Garden, called her maid, and asked her to clean the pavilion. She returned to the room.

The room was quiet and smoke was curling in the incense burner, which was just right for Li Xianyuan to sort out his thoughts.

All day long, Li Xianyuan stayed in the door and did not leave until the morning of the next day, when the maid came to deliver the meal. She found that the meal she delivered last night was piled outside the door and did not move.

"It's good to put it in front of the door."

Li Xianyuan's voice came from inside the house.

"Yes..." The maid is just a mortal. She doesn't understand Li Xianyuan's actions and will not interfere. She put down her breakfast and took away the cold leftovers last night.

And this room will last for three days.

The drip of water has not been in, and the grains of rice have not been stained.

This time it's true.

Li Xianyuan lost his backup plan. The copying of poems that depend on for survival was useless here. He could no longer be as confident as before, and although his face was still calm, he could not see any of them.

Li Xianyuan felt irritated. I don’t know if it was because of a dilemma or the spice that was concentrating and calming was burned the day before yesterday.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Look at the time, it was noon. The maid delivered the meal.

"It's good to put it in front of the door." Li Xianyuan lay flat on the bed, and said without moving.

"It's me." The master's voice came from outside the door.

Li Xianyuan's expression moved slightly, forcing her torment and numb body.

“The door is not locked.”

After a while, the door was pushed open. At noon, the sun shone into the slightly stuffy room, and there was also cool air.

The beautiful shadow was stretched out in a diagonal manner. The sunlight shone into the room, and hazy beams of light were scattered.

The dazzling sunlight caused Li Xianyuan to narrow his eyes slightly. He faintly saw the figure coming in outside the door, put the lunch box on the table, and looked sideways.

His throat was dry, and Li Xianyuan coughed lightly: "I have been feeling unwell recently and I haven't visited you."

"You don't feel sick like you are like you are like you are." Ning Jiya walked to the bedside and looked down at him: "The maid said you are locked in the room, you will not leave for three days, and you will not eat. Are you worried?"

After a brief silence, Li Xianyuan nodded slightly. "I do have some worries. I made the master laugh."

"I thought your heart was made of stone." Sitting beside the bed, Ning Jiya chuckled. Her slender hands softened Li Xianyuan's long untied hair. Her voice was soft.

"You are like a thirteen-year-old boy like this. You are mature and stern all day long and serious. Those who don't know will think you are an old monster who has lived for a hundred years."

Even Ning Jiya almost never thought that Li Xianyuan was a thirteen-year-old boy.

Li Xianyuan’s birthday is August 25th, and it is seven days ago. It means that he is already thirteen years old. He has grown up and goes a step further from death.

The long hair was not tied up, which made Li Xianyuan look more handsome and feminine. His face and lips were bloodless, and they were still indifferent. But when you look closely, you could see the fatigue and entanglement in those black eyes.

Li Xianyuan nodded: "The disciple thinks so too. Besides, I will do this, which means that I will not be merciless by the plants and trees for the time being. Master, can you feel relieved."

Ning Jiya burst into laughter and flicked Li Xianyuan's forehead with her fingers: "You can see it easily."

She took the lunch box on the table, opened it, took out a bowl of meat porridge on the shelf and picked it up.

Ning Jiya put a spoonful of porridge, gently blew away the heat, and handed it to Li Xianyuan's lips.

"Be careful, don't burn it." Ning Jiya said softly.

She was a monk in the Nascent Soul stage and actually helped Li Xianyuan to cool off and feed him.

Li Xianyuan was a little confused and stared at Ning Jiya's cheek.

"How." Ning Jiya was puzzled.

"Nothing happened." Li Xianyuan shook his head and reached out to take the spoon, wanting to eat it himself. He was not good at expressing his emotions, let alone saying it out loud.

But at that moment, he was indeed in a state of turmoil.

Ning Jiya shook her head and chuckled, and handed him the bowl and spoon.

Take it and taste the meat porridge. The aroma of the porridge fills the teeth, causing the cheeks to twitch slightly.

My stomach was rumbling. I had been hungry for three days, and I couldn't help it after smelling the fragrance of porridge.

A moment later, a bowl of porridge was at the bottom, and Li Xianyuan put down the empty bowl. Ning Jiya always looked at him with a smile. Seeing that Li Xianyuan had finished eating, she asked, "What is the reason for you to make Xianyuan look like this?"

"Private affairs." Li Xianyuan replied. Then he felt a little colder to say this, and added: "Private affairs that are difficult to choose."

"Knot in the heart?" Ning Jiya asked.

Li Xianyuan nodded and said calmly: "It's like a person asking me to make a choice, whether to choose to die or to be cut off from my limbs."

Li Xianyuan's metaphor made Ning Jiya frown slightly, then stretched out, and took out a copper coin with the four characters of Da Shang Zhengbao engraved on the front from her sleeve.

It's just a penny circulated by big businessmen.

However, a monk Ning Jiya actually put a copper coin in his arms.

"This thing is for you." Ning Jiya put the copper coin into Li Xianyuan's palm and stared at Li Xianyuan with beautiful eyes: "If it is difficult to make a decision, throw it away once, you will have the answer in your heart."

Ning Jiya said that there is an answer in her heart, not an answer. Although it is subtle, it can be different in meaning.

The warm copper coins were lying in the palm of his hand, and Li Xianyuan fell into thinking...

What he was struggling with was nothing more than Situ Yanran’s affairs.

Now there is no future. There are only two options left to Li Xianyuan.

Take a desperate bet. Use your cultivation to refine the second spiritual sword. The six sects must rush to the top, get a lot of yang energy rewards, and exchange it for yang energy pills to overcome the barrier. If you can succeed, your cultivation will not decrease but increase, and you will have two spiritual swords. If you fail, you will have the last path left--

Poems of ghosts and gods, exchange for peaches.

However, when we reach the last step, we can no longer hold hope. The poems of ghosts and gods are exchanged for peaches. To put it nicely, it is a delusion.

Even a hundred poems about ghosts and gods cannot exchange for a peach.

The second type is to act safely. Rely on one spiritual sword to enter the competition. Wherever you can go depends on luck. You will go to seclusion afterwards until you enter the foundation-building period.

Let's try to survive first, then discuss other things.

If so, Li Xianyuan's combat power would definitely be much lower. He practiced ginseng skills, and his combat power was already weak. All he could rely on was the spiritual sword.

Two choices.

The former takes risks, and if it fails, it will lead to a life-and-death place.

The latter is flowing slowly and calm. However, the possibility of saving Situ Yanran is slim.

These are Li Xianyuan’s two choices.

Or block emotions and continue to walk the path of immortality.

Maybe you will fight for Situ Yanran.

After coming back to his senses, Ning Jiya had left, and the door was still open. The beam of light was hazy, floating and drifting.

He lowered his head slightly and stared at the copper coin in his palm.

Throw it out and there will be an answer in your heart... Then give it a try.

"The front is Yanran, and the opposite is immortality."

Li Xianyuan put the copper coin on his fingertips and bounced his fingers.

Buzz —

Amid the shock, the copper coins rolled up and landed on the bed.

After looking at the copper coins, Li Xianyuan was stunned for the first time, and then suddenly realized.

One and two make a choice. When you turn to one and throw two in your mind, you will want to throw it again, win two in three games until you throw one.

Li Xianyuan said to himself: "Yes, I have an answer in my heart, copper coins are just introductions..."
Chapter completed!