Taoist enchanting [cultivation]

"Brother, I didn't say you..."

As soon as Xuanhe stepped into the Yinyuan Palace, he saw Xuan Yun waved his hand wearily at him and supported his head.

After weighing all kinds of things, he silently shut up and drank tea with his senior brother.

The sun is peaceful, and the shadows of the trees are scattered.Before Xuan Yun could stop him, he had already drank the tea in one gulp.

"Poor-"

Xuan Yun called the guard disciples, cleaned up the ground, and said to him earnestly: "Why are you so careless..."

Xuan He wanted to cry but had no tears: "How do I know that tea is so bitter?"

"It's not bitter, it's just that your sense of taste is too keen."

Seeing the distressed look on his senior brother's face, Xuan He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is that little guy Qing Hong?"

Xuan Yun smiled wryly: "Who else..."

Xuan and fell silent.

Junior brother Xuan Lin is busy accepting apprentices, but everyone is confined to Kaiyang Palace and cannot come out usually.Qing Hong is young, and is the direct disciple of the head of the sect. He is extremely intelligent, but has many tricky ideas. He is the master of Xuantian sect.Senior Brother Sect Leader has such an apprentice, his hair turns gray with anger.It also implicated other brothers and sisters, and they were afraid when they heard that they were accepting apprentices.

Xuan Yun began to complain: "Half a month ago, he went to the ice prison and pasted a few spells, which almost trapped the ninth brother in it. Five days ago, he put the elixir that the sixth brother had just refined in the bird's nest. Yesterday again I went to my junior brother and played tricks on a few nephews..."

Xuan He twitched his eyebrows when he heard this, and said happily: "Fortunately, fortunately, that little guy is picky about eating, so he won't come to my place..."

Meals can be eaten indiscriminately, but words cannot be said indiscriminately.The two had a hand-to-hand conversation, Xuanyun finally calmed down, and the guard disciple came to report again:

"Report to the head, Senior Brother Qinghong has gone to Tianji Palace."

Xuanhe never forgot about the food in the mortal world, so he specially circled a few rooms in Tianji Palace, cooking some food from time to time, to tease the new disciples.

Upon hearing the report from the guard disciple, Xuanhe's eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.

The sky is bright and the air is clear, and the wind is smooth.Qing Hong swung his waist badge, humming a tune while walking on the mountain road.

At first glance, he looked like a handsome young man in light blue clothes, but the waist tag he was swinging in his hand showed his identity.All the disciples who passed by him looked terrified and retreated.

In Xuantianmen, no one can provoke Qinghong, remember, remember.

What's more, at this moment, he was still carrying a bag of rice dumplings of unknown origin.

At this moment, Qinghong's first goal is to open Yang Palace.

And it's the brothers and sisters of Kaiyang Palace.

A few interesting uncles have not accepted apprentices so far, and the apprentices accepted by the junior uncle like to fight against him.If you don't show some color, he is really ashamed of his status as the master's direct disciple.

The food made by Xuan and Uncle Shi is unique in Xuantian Sect. Sometimes when it is the turn of the Dongtian General Assembly, other sects will ask Xuan and Uncle Shi to bring some snacks.

Qing Hong looked at the delicious zongzi and smiled.

The junior uncle's disciples were all confined in a hall, and they would not be released until evening.Qing Hong climbed up the wall with ease, and saw the disciples fighting inside.

Little Master Xuan Lin went to nowhere, and no one restrained the disciples.Qing Hong went over the audience, sighing.

What a pity, what a pity, there is no one more beautiful than him.

The messy disciples below quickly spotted the boy on the wall.

Qinghong's appearance is very famous, and other sects know that the head of Xuantian Sect has a clever, handsome, cynical and cynical direct disciple.

However, in the eyes of Xuan Lin's disciples, his appearance is just a cloud, and this senior is just a little prettier than them.

What made them envious and jealous was actually his freedom.Although the master master often talks about him, he actually dotes on him very much, as long as he doesn't violate the rules of the sect, he can do whatever he wants.It's not like their master, who beats and scolds corporal punishment at every turn, and doesn't let tears fall.

Xuan Lin is not there, the disciples are a little more courageous.The short Qing Ping snorted coldly at him, and received a slap immediately.

It's a zongzi.

Qing Ping has an old-fashioned temperament, and he and Qing Hong have always disliked him, so he mustered all his strength and shouted loudly: "You throw it, anyway..."

Another zongzi flew over, Qingping didn't care, but was beaten in a daze.

With agile fingers, the boy on the wall peeled off a rice dumpling, and took two bites gracefully.

"This one is stuffed with stones."

This is what he ate.Qingping's face was flushed with anger, and he managed to dodge the zongzi, but his hair was messed up by the zongzi.

"You are bullying!"

Qing Ji was the first to spot him, couldn't help jumping out, and got hit as expected.

Qinghong's eyes were cool, "It's made of mud."

They all rushed out, only then did Qing Hong realize that there was a little girl squatting at the place where they gathered just now.

It's his lovely senior sister Qingmin.

Her hair was messed up, and her clothes were full of footprints.

Qing Hong didn't think she was pitiful.

Qingmin is his second senior sister, older than him.When he just entered the master's school, Qingmin pinched two bloodstains on the back of his hand because of jealousy.

Qing Min pursed her lips and looked up, seeing him staring at her, she couldn't help being taken aback.Qing Hong smiled politely, two rice dumplings flew over and beat her back to the ground.

"It's stuffed with sand."

As soon as he retracted his eyes, he saw under the wall, Qingming squinted his eyes, staring at him closely.

Almost like a snake.Qinghong felt sick for a while, grabbed five or six zongzi, and threw them swishingly.

After a commotion in Kaiyang Palace, Qinghong jumped off the wall and retreated, but suddenly wanted to play tricks on a few senior uncles.

There are many uncles who are not here.The second uncle knew that he stole the zongzi, so he would definitely grab him if he saw him, it's not fun.Uncle Six and Uncle Ninth just got married, and they won't be able to get any better if they go again.

His mind moved.

The Dongming Palace was always quiet, and the disciples said that Elder Xuanyan, his fourteenth martial uncle, was a serious person.He occasionally gave lectures to the disciples of the Qing Dynasty, and every time he appeared, he would scare the most naughty disciples into fear.

He didn't climb the wall, but greeted the disciples guarding him, and walked into the Dongming Palace openly.

I heard that the Fourteenth Martial Uncle came from a famous family, and the decoration of Dongming Palace is bright and elegant.The disciple who led the way brought him to the front of the study and retreated respectfully.

Every time he sees Fourteenth Master Uncle, Qinghong always has a sour taste in his heart.

They are two or three hundred years old, why are they still so handsome?

Qing Hong presented the zongzi solemnly.

Xuan Yan was immersed in the scriptures and spells, so he didn't notice his triumphant smile.

Peel off the zong leaves and bite gently——

Rotten pine needles are wrapped in rice dumplings.Xuanyan put down the zongzi indifferently, and looked at Qinghong.

For some reason, Qing Hong was swept away by this look, and couldn't help smiling embarrassingly.

"Qing Hong."

His scalp tightened.

Xuanyan's voice was like a clear spring among pine trees, calm and unwavering, with a unique charm.

"He's quite courageous."

It was night, Qing Hong, the disciple of Xuan Yun, the head of the sect, was hanged under the pine tree in the courtyard by the elder Xuan Yan.

Early the next morning, the head of the sect came to pick him up in person, feeling extremely distressed.But seeing his lover running out of tears with a rice dumpling in his mouth, his handsome face was already stiff.

Xuan Yun carefully took away the zongzi, and heard him sobbing: "Every time you drop a zongzi, you will add another hour... woo woo... the elder..."

"Brother."

Xuanyan stepped out slowly, and Qinghong immediately ran away as if he had seen an eagle or a rabbit, and swallowed the sentence "not human", and dared not say it again.

Although I feel sorry for my disciple, after all, it was he who made mistakes first.Xuan Yun coughed and asked, "What's the matter, Junior Brother?"

"The zongzi sent by nephew Qinghong yesterday tastes good." He followed Qinghong away with his eyes and smiled lightly, "Why don't he deliver the zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival in the future."

Xuan Yun: "..."