The small courtyard behind Tongtian Peak sits alone from the water at this time. During the day, Amu went to Sunset Peak, and when he came back, he insisted on letting Lishui live in the small courtyard of the back mountain.

The self is in the light, and the enemy is in the dark. During the day, the opponents in the Northern Han Sect would never dare to make a move, and the most dangerous thing was at night. The assassination of Amu failed, and if he said that he was not good, he would attack off the water. Because everyone in the Northern Han Sect knows the relationship between Amu and Lishui, he is willing to die on behalf of Amu when the sun sets on the cloud cliff, which makes many people moved.

This mountain courtyard is much safer. Lishui recited a Northern Cold Technique to Amu again, and Amu was meditating and practicing in the house. In the past few days, Amu felt that he was about to break through the eighth order of the initial cultivation and enter the ninth order at any time.

There was only one person left in the courtyard, he looked up at the void, the stars were brilliant, but Lishui's heart was extremely gloomy.

"I'm a waste of wood after all, I can't do anything!" thought to himself.

When Amu was forced to go to the altar of life and death, the only thing he could do was to kneel and beg to die for Amu. Now that the sect master is in retreat, Amu is in danger, and he still can't help when he assassinates Amu at the middle level. Even, at this time, Lishui felt that he had become a burden to Amu!

"Let those who look down on us always submit to you and me!" Thinking of what Amu said, he couldn't help but sigh when he left the water, it seemed that Amu could only do it alone.

Lishui once again felt his uselessness and helplessness. The waste in the immortal gate is even more useless than the waste of the mundane.

Last time it was Riruo, this time it's Amu, this feeling of powerlessness makes Lishui feel painful, although no one asks Lishui to do anything, but Lishui can't let go.

In his bones, Lishui and Amu are the same people, and they have always longed to live proudly. When those close to them are in danger, they can not hesitate to fight, fight, and even give their lives.

Sitting cross-legged away from the water, he instinctively ran the root cultivation technique, which he had practiced for thirteen years. When it comes to the cultivation of the root cultivation technique, no one in the entire Northern Han Sect can stand out.

But at this time, Lishui still feels that his Danhai is empty, and his aura is thin, as if his Danhai is a funnel, and it will never be possible to retain his aura, or it is a dead sea, and there will never be life.

In thirteen years, nine root cultivation failures, and Lishui almost no longer had the courage to hit the tenth time. Failure after failure is like cutting a wound again and again, then sprinkling a handful of salt, cutting again, and then sprinkling salt!

"I'm a waste!" Lishui slammed his fist against the bluestone under his seat, letting out a dull thud.

"If the sky has eyes, I should cultivate immortals! If the sky has eyes, I should cultivate immortals-"

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he bit his lower lip fiercely, soaked in blood. Hate the heavens and be unfair, and their hearts are unwilling!

"Ahh

"Hmm!" Lishui listened intently, thinking that he had misheard.

"If you are a waste, then there is no one in the entire Northern Han Sect who is not a waste!" a somewhat hoarse voice came faintly.

"Ah!" these words were heard clearly from the water, and he couldn't help but be startled, and immediately stood up and asked, "Who?"

Could it be that someone assassinated Amu again tonight?

But when I turned my head to look, what was even more shocking from the water was that there was a thin old man in black in the middle of the dark courtyard.

There was only one person in the small courtyard who was away from the water, how could this old man in black seem to appear out of thin air.

This thin old man was wearing a black robe, and there was a black gourd hanging from his waist, and the most special thing was that this old man was actually suspended on the ground more than a foot high, and the whole person looked ghostly, giving people a sense of unreality, like a ghost.

"Who are you, a human or a ghost?" The old man in black did not look like an assassin, but at this time, a ghostly old man in black appeared silently in the middle of the night, and he was inevitably frightened when he left the water.

"Of course I'm human!" Although the voice of the old man in black was ugly, his tone was quite kind, he took the gourd on his waist as he spoke, and took a sip of wine with a grunt, as if he saw what Lishui was thinking, "Don't be afraid, I'm not killing people, but crossing people!"

"How did you get in?" asked Lishui because he felt that this old man was by no means an ordinary person, and he would never be a cultivator of the realm. But isn't this small courtyard claimed to be a monk above the spiritual realm who can't enter? and more than a foot above the ground is suspended, and it will definitely not be a mortal.

"Oh, hehe!" the old man in black smiled, "If I can't enter this small courtyard, no one in the world will be able to enter this small courtyard?"

"Huh?" Lishui was puzzled, this old man breathed a big sigh.

The old man in black looked at the small courtyard and its surroundings with great interest, then nodded slightly and said, "Won't you let me come back to see my place?

"What? my place, won't you let me come back and see?"

Lishui is not wood, and when he heard this, he exclaimed: "You are the predecessor of Beihan who once lived here?"

"Hehe!" the old man in black was noncommittal, and turned to Amu again, "Have you cleaned this place all these years?"

Although the old man in black did not admit it directly, with the wisdom of leaving the water, he naturally knew it, and he couldn't help beating wildly in his heart.

I heard that this small courtyard has been around for thousands of years, so I know what kind of character this old man in black is in front of him. When I left the water, I felt dizzy in my brain and dry in my mouth and tongue. This old man in black is probably an old fairy! He has met a fairy? There is a feeling of dreaming when he leaves the water.

"Meet the seniors!" Lishui settled down, first bowed deeply, and then said, "The juniors have been cleaning here for almost ten years!"

At the same time, Lishui peeked into the house, and said secretly: "Amu, why didn't you hear it?"

"Don't look at it, the little guy in the house who can't see through, I'll let him sleep!

"Huh?" Lishui was stunned for a moment, looking a little embarrassed, what is a guy who can't see through, by the way, help him.

"The seniors are here, but what advice do you have?" At this time, the water was completely calm.

The old man in black looked at Lishui carefully and said, "You call it Lishui, right?

"Hmm!" Lishui nodded helplessly, "Thirteen years, nine failed root raising, isn't it waste wood?"

"Haha!" the old man in black suddenly looked up to the sky, but the laughter seemed to only echo in this small courtyard, and it did not disperse at all.

I felt that my ear drums were swollen when I left the water, but the birds in the ancient trees outside the courtyard were not startled.

Lishui knew that he was afraid that he had met an immortal master, so he couldn't help but blush, and said, "Don't laugh at the juniors!"

"Jokes, hehe, have you been to an unnamed mountain in the north of Beihan with that kid in the house?" the old man in black ignored Lishui's words, but suddenly asked.

"A nameless mountain in the north?" Lishui was a little puzzled, I don't know why the old man in black asked this, "The junior did go to Amu once to select wood!

"Hehe, hey, the old man saw that you were extraordinary, but he just didn't bother to pay attention to you. The old man in black took another sip of wine, looking like a game in the world.