Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About the matter of Xianzun being misunderstood! ?

There is no imagined fire burning.

Qingxuan held Meng Hongyi firmly in his arms, and the white brilliance emanating from his body comforted the cub in his arms.

What Jingci is least willing to see is this scene.

"Junior brother, you—"

Qingxuan glanced at Jingci, and made a silent gesture, "Shh, the time has passed."

Jingci sighed helplessly, knowing that there was nothing she could do.

Qingxuan, who was holding Meng Hongyi in his arms, rushed out of the Forging Pavilion in a few steps, and returned to his peaceful Qingxuan Hall.

Qingxuan Palace can be regarded as the paradise of Sanqingmen.

Except for flowers, birds, insects and fish, there is no other thing.

This is because the Qingxuan Hall is detached from the existence of the Sanqingmen. It is opened in an independent space, a space dominated by the Qingxuan Immortal Venerable.

Qingxuan put the sleeping Meng Hongyi on the bed, and he looked around for a square pillow of the right height, but to no avail, and then considered creating a suitable size pillow.

After thinking about it, he always felt that Meng Hongyi's pillow would not be too comfortable.

In the end... Qingxuan decided to let Meng Hongyi rest on Kong Wu's powerful arm.

So Qingxuan could only sit on the ground, guarding the bedside.

He looked at the clearly visible tooth marks on his elbow, and reached out his hand to touch it in a mysterious way. Seeing that the tooth marks suddenly faded a lot, he muttered in his mouth that he did not know what kind of magic was performed.

Now, we should be able to get along well.

The remodeling period of the sword spirit has passed, and the connection between Qingxuan and Meng Hongyi has been completely forged. Even if the two elders still have objections, they cannot be changed.

Qingxuan, who had nothing to do, stared at Meng Hongyi, who would unconsciously smack his mouth when he was asleep, and helped him wipe the drool from the corners of his mouth without hesitation.

Fearing that he would catch a cold, another thin quilt was pulled over to cover him.

Sleeping soundly during the day, Meng Hongyi didn't wake up until sunset.

This sleep was the most peaceful and comfortable he had slept in these seven days.

The moment he opened his eyes in a daze, he met Qingxuan's indifferent eyes.

Meng Hongyi trembled for a moment, and sat up suddenly, only to realize that he was in an unfamiliar environment.

It seems that she fell asleep with her pillow on Qingxuan's arm?

Meng Hongyi, who was speechless, danced in surprise. With his short limbs, he almost kowtowed to Qingxuan on the bed because of his excessive movements.

Understanding his strong desire to express, Qingxuan melted something like a small golden pill in his palm, stuffed it into Meng Hongyi's mouth without saying a word, "Swallow it."

Meng Hongyi, who didn't know why, obediently obeyed, and the golden pill fell straight down the throat to the dantian. He suddenly felt a warm current running through his body, and it was numb like an electric shock. There was no pain but he felt comfortable.

"Tell me something—" Qingxuan looked straight at Meng Hongyi, expressionless like a lump of wood.

"What?" Meng Hongyi blurted out what was in his heart, which made him who was used to not being able to speak normally suddenly twist, "I... can talk now!"

His voice was very light, with a bit of milky air mixed in, even though he pronounced the words a little bit vaguely, but he could hear them clearly if he listened carefully.

Meng Hongyi, who had recovered his normal ability to complain and communicate, was overjoyed. He couldn't speak for seven days, but it suffocated him.

At that moment, a strange physical impulse burst out of his body.

Meng Hongyi wanted to hug Qingxuan excitedly, but he grinned but met that iceberg face again.

What a disappointment!

It felt like being suddenly splashed with a bucket of ice water, the head-to-toe cold extinguished the small group of excited fireworks in my heart, leaving only a small flame swaying alone.

And Qingxuan's eyes were still hot, "It is said that the newborn sword spirit is full of curiosity about everything in this world, so you have nothing to ask me?"

"What is the Sword Spirit Competition?" Meng Hongyi suddenly recalled what Jing Ci said when he hurried to find him.

Since it is related to Sword Spirit, it must be inseparable from him.

Qingxuan didn't expect Meng Hongyi to ask such a question. After thinking for a while, he said in a rare light tone: "The Sword Spirit Competition, as the name suggests, is a fight between sword spirits."

Sword Spirit Fighting——

Meng Hongyi smacked his lips, looked down at his fleshy hands, and nimbly and quickly clenched his fists, looking extremely cute.

"I have no strength to restrain a chicken, how can I fight?"

"No strength to bind a chicken? It's easy... Tomorrow, I will teach you how to bind a chicken."

"Abs?"

"It's a tied chicken!"

Just kidding, why are you so impatient! ?

Meng Hongyi pinched his fingers aggrievedly, and asked in a milky voice, "Is it a real chicken?"

Qingxuan didn't answer his question directly, just a sharp look was enough.

Cut, there is no humor at all!

Meng Hongyi returned a disgusted look to symbolize his will to resist. This look retracted very quickly. Facing Qingxuan, he was indeed cowardly, too cowardly, and if he looked again, he would be too cowardly.

While talking, Qing Xuan, who had been sitting on the ground for four or five hours without closing his eyes, suddenly felt sleepy. Although he had slept for seven days and seven nights, he actually pretended to be asleep most of the time.

After all—no one sleeps for seven full days.

The reason for Qingxuan pretending to be asleep is very simple.

First, you can hug Meng Hongyi tightly without any scruples, preventing him from easily breaking free and escaping.

Second, let Meng Hongyi have a special sense of dependence on him, thus cultivating the emotional bond between the sword spirit and the sword master.

As early as ten days before the spirit training, Qingxuan had left Sanqingmen and wandered in several bustling towns. At that time, a fortune teller sold him a copy of "Sword Spirit Cultivation Manual".

Qingxuan, who had no experience in raising cubs, felt that he had found a treasure at that time. He spent a small bag of spirit stones to buy the manual and studied it over and over again every day.

The night before the official spirit training, he mastered all the sayings in the book and came up with a way to pretend to sleep.

I thought this strategy was natural, but from Qingxuan's current observation, he has completed the first item, but the second item seems to have completely failed.

After all, Meng Hongyi's attitude was written all over his face, and it was obvious that he was disgusted and a little unconvinced.

Qingxuan never thought that he would fail, he was really annoyed when he first realized it, but now——

He felt that it was a blessing that such a cute little brat could stay with him, and the matter of cultivating feelings could be done slowly, there was no need to rush.

Seeing that Meng Hongyi hadn't spoken for a long time, Qingxuan took the initiative to ask again.

"Is there anything else you want to know?"

"Yes... and no," Meng Hongyi propped his little head and pondered for a while. There were so many questions that he didn't know where to ask them, but then he asked a very strange question again, "You say chicken is good?" Catch it?"

Qing Xuan: The speechless Qing Xuan still answered the question.

"With me here, it's easy to catch."

"Is it easier to grab horizontally, or vertically, or both vertically and horizontally?"

Meng Hongyi didn't know why his head twitched like this, and the questions he spit out were meaningless and silly questions, but he asked them very seriously and thought it was very smooth.

Master must have misplaced a scripture in his mind!

Or else——under the influence of this childish shell!

Unsurprisingly, the way Qingxuan looked at him finally changed, from the initial indifference to "seeing a fool".

"I'll talk about the chicken tomorrow, why not... tell me what your name is first."

Every sword spirit has its own thinking and will when it is born, and naturally it also has its own name.

Many sword masters will rename their sword spirits, but there are also many sword masters who will choose to respect the opinions and ideas of the sword spirits, and even directly use the original name of the sword spirits to show respect.

Meng Hongyi, who was asked his name, was stunned for a moment.

Afterwards, he began to force himself in his heart——

what?

Forcibly sleeping with my grandfather in my arms for seven days and seven nights, the various positions were constantly changing, never repeating the same, and I didn't even know my grandfather's name! ?

Meng Hongyi was startled. The seemingly indifferent leader in front of him was clearly... clearly a casual man, and he was old and outrageous!

"My name is—" Meng Hongyi thought for a while, then showed a sly smile, and said solemnly: "Actually, I have many names, and I usually like to be called my father!"

He originally thought that Qingxuan would not know the meaning of the word "father", so he wanted to play around.

However, it backfired.

"I am the sword master, you are the sword spirit, no matter in terms of status or seniority, you should call me Dad." Qingxuan coughed lightly, and thought for a while, "If you want to be called Dad so much, what is your plan?"

During the whole process of speaking, Qingxuan quietly approached, especially the last question was full of jokes.

He actually knew!

Meng Hongyi realized that he had done another stupid thing. There is nothing more embarrassing than being poked at face to face by being shrewd.

He stared straight at Shang Qingxuan, his face flushed instantly with embarrassment, and then he became incoherent.

If possible, I can't wait to find a seam in the ground and get in.

"I……"

Meng Hongyi wanted to quibble at this moment, but his brains were useless when it came to a critical moment, and he couldn't think of a reasonable argument.

With this nervousness, he began to lower his head and pick his hands again.

Meng Hongyi who was at a loss did not dare to look at Qingxuan again, suddenly, he felt his hands being grabbed by a pair of warm hands.

"Little brat, if you button up again, you'll be bald."

Qing Xuan looked at those fingertips that had been peeled off, and sighed softly.

clang clang-

Haishi has come, and the God-gathering Bell of Sanqingmen is rung as expected.

Meng Hongyi, who knew nothing, looked at Qingxuan suspiciously.

Could it be... What happened to Sanqingmen?

"Let's go."

"Go...where?"

"The Universe Terrace."

"Go for what?"

"Let everyone in the fairy gate see you."

The God-gathering bell rang, and all the disciples and elders of the Sanqing Sect would gather at the Qiankun Terrace. This was the highest-level gathering in the sect.

Generally, only when an extremely important matter is announced, will the two elders personally knock on the ring.

Under the stage of Qiankun, all the disciples sat cross-legged and exercised their kung fu.

The huge crowd filled the space under the stage to the brim.

Some people closed their eyes and meditated, and naturally some whispered.

"I'm calling everyone today, is it because of the sword spirit who is the head of Qingxuan?"

"I think it is, now seven days have passed, the dust has settled, the ugly daughter-in-law has to see her parents-in-law, and finally let us see!"

"The headmaster has spent so much energy, he must have forged a beautiful sword spirit, otherwise, how could he not come out of the cabinet for seven consecutive days, he must have lost his mind!"

The direction of the discussion became more and more outrageous, and Qingxuan was almost rumored to be a dirty person who was greedy for beauty and sex/desire in their mouths.

boom!

With Meng Hongyi in his arms, Qingxuan leaped directly from the mid-air, causing a huge noise. His spiritual power was strong, and when he landed, the agitated breath made everyone in the audience stagnate.

The discussion stopped abruptly, and no one dared to make a mistake.

Seeing that the main character has arrived, Jing Ci and Hong Tuo sang to each other and presided over the overall situation.

"The reason for calling everyone here this time is entirely for the sword spirit that the sect master spent tens of thousands of years forging." Jingci said, and then glanced at Meng Hongyi who was held in Qingxuan's arms.

Just one word, one look.

Everyone in the Qiankun audience exploded in an instant.

"What? It's only been seven days, and the baby is born?"

"So the master really intercourse with the sword spirit??"

"Exciting—but can the sword spirit give birth to cubs? It can't be a bastard whose head is merciless, and then find the blame on the sword spirit."

Standing on the stage, Qingxuan heard such absurd arguments, his eyes became colder and colder, and the hidden anger became much stronger.