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Afterwards, Qingqing went to the town with Li Fuguang to look for him but couldn't find him.

"Come back to the Sword Sect with me first."

Li Fuguang looked at the little girl who seemed very sad, and leaned down to look at her.

"I left a paper crane here. Someone will send a message when they come back."

Qingqing had no choice but to do this for now. Before leaving, she swept up all the snacks in the town, looking as arrogant as if she was just here to purchase supplies.

Li Fuguang did not approve of Qingqing's behavior.

"A cultivator should not attach so much importance to the desire for food and drink. The sect has fasting pills. Eating these mortal things will only increase the degree of impurity in the body and will do more harm than good."

"But I don't want to take the fasting pills."

Qingqing had never tried any food in the abandoned land before. The people in the Western fantasy world were not good at cooking except for their excellent barbecue skills.

Qingqing now feels that the food in this small world is very delicious. She cannot give up delicious food for the sake of cultivating immortality.

Although Li Fuguang spoke sternly, he was still humble and upright as he prepared to pay the bill.

Unfortunately, the storage bag of the Supreme Elder contained nothing but rare treasures and piles of spiritual veins, but no gold or silver or other vulgar items.

Li Fuguang held the storage bag, feeling a little embarrassed under Qingqing's suspicious gaze.

Fortunately, Qingqing had originally planned to pay the bill herself, and Jingyan's belongings were given to her for safekeeping, so she had plenty of snacks.

On the flying sword, Li Fuguang briefly introduced to Qingqing the current division of power in the cultivation world, and Qingqing briefly summarized several distinctive sects.

Kunlun Sect has hundreds of masters, and swordsmanship is the specialty of the sect. They are all challenge maniacs, and their catchphrase is "Senior, let me teach you a lesson." They are very ruthless in beating people, and you need to run away quickly if you meet them.

The Tianji Pavilion is a group of superstitious charlatans who keep saying that the secrets of heaven must not be revealed, but their words are vague.

The Wanfo Sect does not care about worldly affairs. Each member adheres to the life of an ascetic monk, measuring the land with their feet and converting demons with their hearts.

The fellow Taoists from other sects have a normal style and will not be discussed one by one.

Kunlun Sect has a superior geographical location, and there are dozens of top-grade spiritual veins buried beneath the sect.

After all, there are people above them, and people ascend to heaven one after another every hundred years.

The younger generations below are very fierce and every time there is a new secret realm, they are the first to rely on fists to divide the resources.

Therefore, there is no shabby air like that of ordinary sword cultivators, and the sect exudes the aura of nouveau riche.

"Junior brother, this is..."

When the leader suddenly received a message from his junior brother who was as taciturn as his silent-mouthed Zen practitioner, he thought that someone was out of his mind and was besieging the Kunlun Sect.

The head sect leader came in a hurry and looked at the delicate little girl in his junior brother's arms. His thoughts wandered, "Could this be my little niece?"

"Junior brother, is it because you abandoned me after having an affair that I found you? We can't be the bad guy."

Li Fuguang was already used to his senior brother's imagination, so he spit out three words concisely: "My apprentice."

Then he prepared to carry Qingqing back to Jianzong.

The headmaster was shocked by the news. The youngest son of the headmaster of Penglai Pavilion was born with sword bones and a natural golden spiritual root. Even because of my face, my junior brother did not agree to accept him as a disciple.

Could it be that this little kid has an incredible talent?

"Junior brother, junior brother, wait for me."

The head of the sect followed Li Fuguang and kept chattering: "How is the talent of my little nephew?"

Li Fuguang didn't want to pay any attention to him at all. Once he started talking, he would go on and on.

"Uncle Master, this is my greeting gift."

Qingqing lay in Li Fuguang's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, blinking her big eyes as she looked at the Sect Leader.

"There are some."

The head of the sect took out a pair of bracelets from the storage bag and put them on Qingqing's chubby little hands.

"This bracelet does not require spiritual power to activate, and can automatically resist attacks below the level of Spiritual Transformation. It is most suitable for my junior nephew."

"Isn't this what the head of Penglai Pavilion asked for his son?"

"Well, Junior Brother, good things should be kept by our own people. This is just a coincidence. I was just about to send it to the old man a few days later."

The head of the sect stroked his beard with a smug look on his face: "Let him wait a little longer. Old Hu from the Weapon Refining Peak is in seclusion right now. Let him show off his son every day."

"Thank you, Master." The silver bracelet looked adorable on her delicate arm.

"In a few days, we will hold a disciple-recruiting ceremony and invite all the elders of the sect to come and give gifts. I will also find you a larger storage bag to hold the gifts."

"Really? Master, you are so nice. I felt you were very kind the first time I saw you."

Qingqing was very happy; this sect leader was exactly what she wanted.

The two smiled at each other, their tacit understanding was beyond words. If Li Fuguang hadn't been holding Qingqing, the head of the sect would have wanted to shake her a few times.

Li Fuguang originally wanted to say that there was no need to mobilize so many troops, but when he saw the two, the big and the small, laughing like foxes, he gave up.

It would be better to let others know that I am, Li Fuguang’s apprentice, so that no blind people will come to bully me.

"Junior brother, your cave is too quiet and lonely. I will send two servants to you."

The head of the sect frowned at Li Fuguang and immediately said the next sentence: "I'm worried that you can't take good care of the child!"

"Ah."

Li Fuguang’s Yuanqing Peak is very deserted. He was the only one there before, but now there is Qingqing.

"From now on, you will live in the side bedroom. During the day, follow the disciples to do morning lessons. When you come back, I will teach you swordsmanship."

Qingqing looked around the room. There was nothing in it except the bed and the meditation cushion.

Is the painting style of sword cultivators also simple and austere?

"Master, the bed is too hard. I want a quilt and some clothes..."

Qingqing ran over and hugged Li Fuguang's calf, making various requests.

"Those are external things, and they have no effect on cultivation."

Li Fuguang remembered that the son of the head of Penglai Pavilion was not like this when he saw him. He would not let him hold him at every turn, as if he had no legs. How can we cultivators who are fighting for our lives against the heavens be so squeamish?

"List all the things you want, and I'll have the headmaster send someone to deliver them."

Li Fuguang thought that Qingqing was still young and she didn't need to suffer from childhood, she would be sensible when she grew up.

Afterwards, the house was decorated to be warm and comfortable according to Qingqing's ideas. Li Fuguang compared it with his own master bedroom which didn't even have a bed and felt weird.

"Master, I'm hungry." After Qingqing solved the important issue of sleeping, she started to worry about the issue of eating.

"I don't want to take the fasting pills."

Li Fuguang felt that he could no longer satisfy Qingqing's unreasonable demands. She couldn't even control her appetite, so how could he let her swing the sword three thousand times every day in the future?

Just when he was about to leave, out of sight, out of mind, Qingqing burst into tears.

Qingqing didn't say anything. She just glanced at him with her big eyes and choked up, repeating this over and over again. It was really pitiful to see her like that.

"Don't cry. I remember that the master seemed to have some magical rice and plants. I asked someone to prepare them and send them to you."

Li Fuguang touched Qingqing's pigtails and comforted her softly.

"Then we will also plant spiritual rice and spiritual plants outside the peak, as well as delicious fruit trees."

Qingqing immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued the enemy.

Li Fuguang didn't really want to agree and was about to refuse when Qingqing choked up again.

"Well, it's up to you."