Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About me finally hanging out!

When Meng Hongyi woke up, he found that he was naked and had a shiny pendant around his neck.

"woke up?"

Qingxuan, who was sleeping next to Meng Hongyi, turned sideways and looked at the little boy who was staring at the Xuanbing pendant with a puzzled expression, "This pendant must be protected, it is something to save your life."

"What?" Meng Hongyi held the cold pendant, a little puzzled, "This...what the hell is it?"

Qingxuan thought for a while, but did not tell Meng Hongyi the truth, "This piece of profound ice is extremely precious, and it can protect your life at critical moments. You should wear it on your body day and night, and don't take it off."

Although Meng Hongyi didn't quite understand it, he silently wrote it down.

He struggled to sit up from the bed, thinking that it was time to hurry up and practice.

"The Xuanhuo secret realm is about to open." Qingxuan said lightly after getting up from the bed.

Meng Hongyi only thought that Qingxuan was urging him to hurry up and practice, so he nodded silently, sat cross-legged and prepared to exercise his energy.

"I've been bored in this small world for so many days, take this opportunity to go to the Xuanhuo Secret Realm, and go out for a walk." Qingxuan suggested.

Speaking of which, Meng Hongyi didn't think it was boring to stay in this small world.

But... if there is a chance to go out for a walk, he will naturally be overjoyed.

Meng Hongyi asked expectantly: "Really? When are you leaving?"

His reaction completely met Qing Xuan's expectations from the beginning.

Qingxuan looked at Meng Hongyi who was smiling, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a date. Let's set off now. Since we have decided to go out for a walk, we naturally have to set aside a few more days."

"Okay!" Meng Hongyi was so excited that he almost jumped up from the bed.

Immortal cultivators never need to make any preparations when they go out.

This is especially true for a powerful immortal cultivator like Qingxuan.

Standing at the gate of the hall, Meng Hongyi found that Qingxuan was really empty-handed, so he subconsciously asked, "Don't you need to bring some change of clothes?"

Qingxuan took out a small purse from his sleeve pocket, "This is enough, other things can be bought in Xuanhuo City."

Meng Hongyi understood and nodded.

He understands this matter. If you have money, you will own most of the material wealth, not to mention that Qingxuan's skills are as high as the sky, and everything comes from everything.

Qingxuan called out his saber, looked down at Meng Hongyi, and immediately hugged him in his arms.

This was the first time Meng Hongyi observed Qingxuan's saber at such a close distance. There were many strange patterns engraved on the silver-white sword surface, crooked and seemingly disorganized, but it gave people a simple and heavy sense of age.

Qingxuan, who was concentrating on the flying of the sword, noticed that Meng Hongyi's gaze was completely on the sword, "This sword is called Qingyuan, and you are the sword spirit derived from the Qingyuan sword."

"So... this sword is me?" Meng Hongyi asked.

Qingxuan thought for a while, "It's not entirely true. Ordinary sword spirits do exist attached to the sword, but you are different. You are a very special sword spirit, with complete spiritual intelligence and a body of your own."

"Then what am I?" Meng Hongyi asked again.

Qingxuan smiled slightly, "You are you, an independent person, a person who can control everything. Unlike other sword spirits, you have all kinds of constraints and absolute freedom."

Mentioning this point, Meng Hongyi suddenly wondered why Qingxuan read so many books about sword spirits.

He tentatively asked: "So, it is precisely because I have absolute freedom that you read those books and learn various methods to capture me?"

Although the word "capture" sounds really weird, but Qingxuan saw that it was said in those books, so he simply used this expression.

"Yes...or no." Qingxuan didn't know what to say for a while, he paused, "A large part of the reason for reading those books is to relieve anxiety."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Hongyi fell silent.

The meaning behind the words is that his appearance will cause all kinds of anxiety for Qingxuan, is he... a trouble?

Knowing that Meng Hongyi would think too much, Qingxuan hastily explained: "I don't think you are troublesome, it's just that the unknown will make people fearful and anxious, don't think too much."

After that, Qingxuan noticed that Meng Hongyi was still silent, so he added: "I'm just worried that you will be afraid of me, and that you will sneak away without saying a word."

Meng Hongyi realized it again!

"So, the reason why I was trapped for seven days and seven nights when I first appeared was because I was afraid that I would sneak away?!"

Qingxuan looked at the things that were slowly being painted not far away, and only responded lightly, "Yes."

hiss--

This approach is really surprisingly simple, crude and extremely effective.

Meng Hongyi slandered silently.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at Xuanhuo City.

Qingxuan Yujian, who didn't want to be too ostentatious, landed in a lush forest in the outskirts of the city.

"The news that the Mysterious Fire Secret Realm is about to open should have spread. There will be a large number of monks flooding into the Black Fire City these days. Don't reveal your identity unless it is absolutely necessary."

Although Meng Hongyi has just stepped into the fairyland, Qingxuan still reminded him that it is quite troublesome and dangerous to expose his identity and strength to the outside world.

Meng Hongyi, who knew the pros and cons of it, nodded, "Understood, but... I still have a question, how should we call each other outside?"

Meng Hongyi kept in mind the matter of not being allowed to be called Master, but without such a title, he really didn't know what to call him.

You can't call me brother! ?

"In my opinion, the identity of father and son is very suitable." Qingxuan thought for a while, and felt that the definition of identity was very reasonable, and others should not doubt it when they saw it.

Meng Hongyi refused in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.

How weird and strange it is to call a father who is tens of thousands of years older than himself.

"Not happy?" Qingxuan could tell Meng Hongyi's thoughts by seeing Meng Hongyi's expression, "Otherwise... Treat yourself as a brother. I don't look too old to be your elder brother with my looks."

Meng Hongyi shook his head.

As far as Qingxuan's handsome appearance is concerned, ordinary people can't tell that he has lived for tens of thousands of years. No one dares to question that he is a rich son who has just grown up!

After reaching an agreement, Qingxuan entered the city with Meng Hongyi in his arms.

In the southern outskirts of Xuanhuo City, there is a small world artificially created by humans. In that small world, monsters and beasts are rampant, which is very dangerous, and the Xuanhuo Secret Realm is in this small world.

And because of the existence of this small world, there are often groups of monks in Xuanhuo City going to the small world to practice. They will drag out the corpses of dead monsters and sell them to the people in the city in exchange for spirit stones. .

"It's so lively——" Meng Hongyi poked his head to look at the various small stalls and shops along the street.

And what attracts Meng Hongyi the most is undoubtedly the food stall of Shili Piaoxiang. The various pastries make him unable to take his eyes off.

Meng Hongyi, who was still in Qingxuan's arms, licked his mouth greedily, and the hala almost flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Qingxuan knew that Meng Hongyi was a little glutton, but he didn't expect to be so greedy.

Originally planning to find a place to live before wandering around, seeing Meng Hongyi's impatient state, Qingxuan carried him to the nearest pastry stand, "What do you want to eat?"

Meng Hongyi, who was not good at choosing, showed embarrassment.

Qingxuan took out his purse directly, took out a white spirit stone and gave it to the stall owner, and said quite domineeringly: "I will make two copies of each of these pastries."

The stall owner looked like he had never seen the world. He hurriedly stuffed the spirit stone into his pocket, packed the pastry with a snickering smile, and handed it to Qingxuan with both hands respectfully.

A spirit stone is so valuable! ?

Meng Hongyi couldn't help but be a little surprised, but... hugging his thighs to eat and drink spicy food, this feeling is very refreshing!

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up." Qingxuan looked down at Meng Hongyi who was in his arms, who was in a daze with foolish joy, and urged in a low voice.

After reacting, Meng Hongyi quickly reached out to take the pastry, he sniffed it sullenly, the sweet and greasy taste made him elated.

Qingxuan was looking at the road in front of him, and he could feel how happy Meng Hongyi was in his arms.

A child is indeed a satisfying creature...even a grown child.

Meng Hongyi randomly picked up a piece of mung bean cake and tasted it. The taste was indeed different from what he usually eats. It was sweet but not greasy, and the taste was softer, but not sticky to the teeth.

Simply - just right!

"Simply amazing!" Meng Hongyi ate several different kinds of cakes in a row, and the compliments were exaggerated one by one, which made people like Qingxuan who had no interest in worldly cakes... even tempted.

After Meng Hongyi tasted all of them, he couldn't wait to share them with Qingxuan. He picked out the osmanthus cake that he thought was the most delicious and handed it to Qingxuan's mouth, "This osmanthus cake is really unique!"

Some hesitant Qingxuan glanced at the pastry by his mouth, he was not used to being fed, but within a few seconds of struggling, he bit down.

The faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus explodes in the mouth, and the sweetness at that moment is like a cool breeze at night, not only refreshing, but also a wonderful sense of happiness.

"How?" Meng Hongyi wasn't sure about Qingxuan's taste, so naturally he didn't know whether the sweet-scented osmanthus cake suits his taste.

Qingxuan swallowed a mouthful of the pastry, licked the powder stuck to the corner of his mouth, and nodded again, "It tastes good, but it's not authentic enough. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Guiyuan is the most memorable."

This pastry brought back many memories for Qing Xuan.

Meng Hongyi was a little surprised.

There really are cakes that Qingxuan can never forget!

"If there is a chance in the future, let's go to Guiyuan together. You should like everything there very much." Qingxuan said, the gorgeous scenery of Guiyuan already appeared in his mind.

Meng Hongyi nodded abruptly, and happily threw another whole piece of pastry into his mouth, "It's a deal!"

Meng Hongyi, who was full, suddenly felt a little dry mouth, and it was useless to swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, "I... I am a little thirsty, and this pastry is really dry after eating too much."

"The tavern we're staying in is right in front, so bear with it."

Qingxuan saw a huge plaque not far away at a glance, with the words "Qingju" written on it, and when he got closer, it was still golden and very impressive.

They stopped in front of Qingju's gate.

Only then did Meng Hongyi notice the name of the tavern, and thought: Fuck, this could not be Qingxuan's property in the secular world!

Meng Hongyi, who was skeptical, didn't ask, he was afraid that he was thinking too much, and he was also afraid that Qingxuan would say that his little head would be whimsical.

Qingxuan held Meng Hongyi in his arms and pushed the door into Qingju.

The waiter who was busy cleaning the table saw Qingxuan at a glance, "Your honored guest, I didn't know that the honored guest came, so I am really disappointed to welcome you!"

The waiter in the shop casually threw the rag in his hand on the table, wiped his hands again, and quickly stepped forward to greet Qingxuan.

Seeing this posture, Meng Hongyi felt that the conjecture just now was too reasonable. This is clearly the attitude that a worker should have when he sees his boss.

"I want a Tianzi guest room, the one with a bigger bed." Qingxuan took out a golden sign and prepared to show it to the waiter.

The waiter smiled and said: "No, no, everyone in the store knows your identity, so I will help you arrange a Tianzihao room."

The waiter in the store was about to go back and look through the case books to see which room was still vacant.

Suddenly, a woman with an enchanting figure came out from the back kitchen. From the moment she lifted the curtain, her eyes locked on Qingxuan.