[Douluo] Xiaoqingmei at the opposite door

It was just dawn, and the sun penetrated into the room through the cracks in the curtains and shone on the small arched bunk on the bed.

Although it was quite late the night before, Xie Yue woke up automatically after six o'clock, but Xiao Xiong didn't wake up, and was still asleep.

Staring at the girl's peaceful sleeping face for a full minute, he stretched his arms around, took the sleeping bear into his arms, and rubbed the fluffy round ears.

The feel of the round ears is really good, soft and delicate, Xie Yue couldn't help but use more force, the white dough was sometimes stretched and sometimes flattened in the palm, and after changing several shapes, it finally woke up the little bear.

The little bear who didn't get enough sleep immediately frowned, but was successfully kissed by Xie Yue's gentle cheek, and fell back on the bed in a daze.

"You're so annoying," she said still angrily, "It's fine to pinch your ears, but you're still so hard."

"I was wrong."

Wrong, dare to do it next time.

Xie Yue nodded again and again, but her hands were still glued to her round ears, "I'll go back to Wuhun City in the afternoon."

"Go back?" Little Bear was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "The final has begun."

"Yes," Xie Yue hugged the little bear even tighter, "the breeze will be a long stream, so don't rush."

Wuhun City is currently holding an extremely grand competition, the elite selection competition.

The elite selection competition is divided into single-person soul fighting and double-person soul fighting. There is no limit to the number of entries, and there is no age limit. If the soul power level is above 50 or below, and if the level is above 40, you will be eligible to participate in an exception. The entire competition is only [-] days long. A player is a great test.

Ling Suo was dragged back by his family to participate in the previous competition, and then the scholar persuaded Dai Luoxiao to participate with his three-inch tongue. The two of them finally entered the top seven of the two-person soul fighting, which is considered a very good result.

The golden generation hadn't participated before, this time they were directly recommended to the finals, Xie Yue only participated in the singles competition, Hu Liena and Yan also participated in the two-player soul fight.

"It's so fast," Little Bear concentrated on playing with the buttons on Xie Yue's collar, "I'm going to go back in a while. The teacher said that the order for the canonization of the saint has been sent to various places."

"Well, little saint."

"I'm not too young!"

Xie Yue proficiently smoothed her hair, "Okay, okay."

"Then Qingfeng really doesn't want me to help you, Zongmen? Teacher?"

"No, I need to get through the pass alone."

"Come on brother."

"It's so perfunctory," Xie Yue said with a smile, circled the little bear and stuffed the two of them into the warm blanket again, and lowered her head to find her lips, "Kiss again."

"Well!"

"Well…"

A few months later, the preparations for Wuhun City were in order, and the countdown to the canonization ceremony of the saint began.

Shui Ruo met Yun Xingzhi first, and Ning Mo led the two to the outskirts of Wuhun City, and then the two rode on a solid-color sweat horse and walked slowly into the city.

In the area not far from Wuhun City, people in twos and threes gathered and walked towards the city, roughly divided into two waves, heading for Dongling City and Xijin City.

It has only been more than ten years since Wuhun City stood alone, and now the three cities have echoed and prospered. Between the three cities, there are many residential areas scattered here and there, and the market is full of beautiful things and beautiful things in eyes, and the scene is prosperous.

The crowd was noisy on the road, but after listening carefully, the three sentences were inseparable from "Saint Canonization Ceremony" and "Soul Coin".

Someone is excited.

"Quick, let's go to the city today."

"The day after tomorrow is the day when the Holy Maiden canonize. Everyone who attends the ceremony, no matter men, women, young or old, or ordinary soul masters, can receive three gold soul coins!"

For ordinary people, one gold soul coin is not a small amount, let alone three.

Someone is frustrated.

"What's the use of taking it?"

"Let's not say that the big guy can't spend so much money at one time, and he can't find something to buy."

"And these three golden things were taken home, and the nobles in the city found a reason to snatch them away within a day."

Others, quite optimistic.

"Tianquan opened a new chamber of commerce near Xijin City. Deposit the gold soul coins there, and take some scattered copper soul coins."

"The way to get soul coins is Wuhun. Everyone's Wuhun is unique, so you can't go wrong."

"Is it okay without soul power?"

"Correct!"

"Is it credible? What should I do if I give it back?"

"Believable, believable. Besides, if you don't put it there, you will be robbed. There are not even a few copper soul coins left."

The chattering discussions reached the ears of the two riders.

"Help the common people keep money? How dare you think," Shui Ruo pulled the rein one by one, "Is this something new that you have worked so hard to get? Do they believe it?"

"Why don't you believe me?" Yun Xingzhi smiled mysteriously, deliberately keeping it a secret.

"You dare to cross the imperial power to do this."

"Hey, if you want to kill me, you have to see if you have the ability."

"You escort the soul coin team," Shui Ruo reminded the vixen whose tail was about to reach into the sky, "it was just robbed last week."

"I did it on purpose," Yun Xingzhi shrugged nonchalantly, "With the support of Yu Aozong's intelligence network, I don't know what they are thinking."

"...Okay, let's count it as an example to others."

"Of course." There is no such thing as self-effacing in a vixen. He proudly waved the landscape painting fan in his hand, "I am very rich now!"

"…Row."

Two days later.

In the center of Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The magnificent palace refracts faint golden light under the morning light, the spire soars into the clouds, and the clouds and smoke are misty, enveloping the palace with a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

In front of the hall, two rows of knights in bright silver armor lined up from the front of the Pope's hall. The heavy knight swords were tied around their waists, and the swords reflected the alternating light of gold and silver.

The place where the ceremony was held was located on the mountainside, slightly lower than the Pope's Palace. There were the Sanctuary of Judgment and the Sanctuary of Judgment in Wuhun City.

The distance between the main halls of the two temples is about 200 meters. They seem to be separated from each other, but they are actually built as one.

Between the two halls is a square high platform paved with marble, which is octagonal in shape. Every piece of marble is polished to fit perfectly. Just by looking at its color, you can tell that it is expensive.

There is a gate on the back side of the square, which is carved from a whole block of white jade, and the surface of the stone is covered with a layer of milky white light.

On the side of the Judgment Hall, Ning Fengzhi stood at the front of the viewing platform, Sword Douluo stood beside him, and both of them looked at the busy gray-clothed crowd from a distance.

"Three gold soul coins," Sword Douluo sighed, "Even if the pope succeeded to the throne last time, there was no such handwriting."

Ning Fengzhi smiled, "It's almost there."

"There is still one month before the start of the competition, and the canonization ceremony of the Wuhun Palace happens at this time," Jian Douluo deliberately lowered his voice, "Except for the Haotian School who is hiding from the world, the six suzerains from the seven major sects are all present. The prince came here, Xing Luo is the eldest prince of the royal family."

"I guessed it." Ning Fengzhi nodded, "Their thoughts are the same as mine. They are Bibi Dong's most valued little disciple, and we all have to give this face."

"But Feng Li didn't come," Jian Douluo added, "By the way, it should be called Qing Feng now."

"How dare you."

But what Ning Fengzhi could never have imagined was that the daring Master Qingfeng he spoke of was sitting peacefully in the Judgment Temple at this time, waiting for the award of the medal after the canonization ceremony.

He is not only the suzerain of the new Qingfeng Sect, but also the youngest recipient of the Purple Record Medal in the Wuhun Hall so far.

The horn sounded first.

Twelve cardinals, second only to platinum bishops, stood on the left and right sides of the square, shouting in unison, "Her Majesty the Pope has arrived!"

The huge white jade gate slowly opened.

Wearing a purple-gold crown, Bibi Dong stepped out of the palace gate. She was wearing a bright golden dress and held a scepter in her hand. The scepter was inlaid with red, blue and gold gemstones, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Behind her were two people, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Silent.

I don't know if it's because of the pope's beautiful appearance or his powerful aura.

Slowly scanning the crowd under the stage, Bibi Dong raised her scepter, lightly tapped the ground, and the door slowly opened again.

What caught everyone's eyes was the hem of the clothes fluttering in the wind, and the coat woven with snow silk, which was as thin as a cicada's wing and pure in color.

Then there is a long skirt with pure white as the background color and golden embroidered edges. The brocade red embroidered ribbon flutters in the wind, and the three colors complement each other.

The protagonist of this ceremony finally appeared.

Shui Ruo, who has been waiting for a long time, walks lightly, without rushing, from the inside of the door to the high platform, step by step, the shadows gradually disappear, and step into the sun.

The boundary between light and dark was gradually hidden behind her, and the light curtain was lifted in an instant, revealing her exquisite face, her long bright blue hair dotted with light yellow down fell down her shoulders, and her icy muscles and bones were shining brightly.

The huge square was quieter than before, and the crowd watching the ceremony all held their breath.

They come from all corners of the country. Some have lived in this land for generations, some settled here after a long journey, and some traveled around to participate in this ceremony by chance...

They have civilians and soul masters, young and old.

But at this time, they were surprisingly unanimous, carefully fixed their gazes, and slowed down their movements, as if they were afraid that an accident would disturb the angels in the world of mortals.

It has nothing to do with anything, it is the most direct and purest compliment to beauty.

On the high platform, there are two completely different but natural talents.

The beauty under the pope's crown is graceful and luxurious, a fierce and aggressive beauty, which can be seen from a distance but not played with.

The saintess, on the other hand, is a spring-like beauty. Her eyebrows are curved like willow leaves, and her eyes are as bright as stars, like the snow and ice on the top of a peak. She is pure, elegant, and spotless.

Her brows are clearly cold, like the white mist in the distant mountains, she is proud and unstoppable, but every bit of charm flowing in her eyes is full of agility, adding a bit of softness.

The head of the twelve cardinals raised his voice and shouted, "Today, Shui Ruo, the Pope's personal disciple, is the Holy Maiden of the Wuhun Palace!"

At that moment, the thick and mellow horn sounded again, from far to near, one after another, the pitch became higher and higher, resounding through the entire Wuhun City, solemn and solemn.

Chrysanthemum Douluo held the red gold crown placed in the vermilion brocade cloth for Bibi Dong.

Slowly settled down, Shui Ruo looked towards Bibi Dong's direction, raised a smile, faced her teacher, bent slightly, and nodded.

Raising her hand, Bibi Dong personally put on the red gold crown for Shui Ruo, staring at the pattern of six-winged white wings engraved on the red gold crown.

Her gaze was instantly soft, "My child, the angels bless you."