Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About me training hard!

"What belongs to..." Meng Hongyi muttered silently to himself.

Luan Wuxin thought that Meng Hongyi didn't quite understand the meaning of "what belongs to", so he explained in detail: "Actually, what belongs to is hair, nails or a drop of blood, as long as it comes from his body or Anything that has a lot to do with him will do."

"I understand, Grandpa Luan," Meng Hongyi nodded, and then continued to ask: "If these three conditions are all met, what should I do?"

Luan Wuxin told Meng Hongyi in detail how to perform that magical shuttle technique.

The method of operation is not difficult, and Meng Hongyi, who has a strong comprehension ability, completely memorized it after listening to it. He looked at Luan Wuxin gratefully, and said excitedly, "Thank you, Grandpa Luan, for telling me this!"

"It's better to use this shuttle technique with caution. It consumes a lot of people in the formation. If you are not careful, you will even faint. It's not a last resort... Don't try it. If you don't control it well, your body will be exhausted." Luan Wuxin finally Not at ease asked to persuade a word.

After watching Luan Wuxin leave, Meng Hongyi struggled to put the heavy "Human World Collection" back on the shelf, and then...he sat back to read.

He originally wanted to leave the Sutra Pavilion and return to the small world, but he was not strong enough to fly such a long distance, so he could only silently wait for Qingxuan to realize this matter and come to pick him up.

At this moment, he felt like a child in kindergarten waiting for his parents to pick him up.

Sitting bored, Meng Hongyi looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then tiptoedly took out the shell that Yu Ruyan gave him.

Looking at the huge shell in his hand, he began to feel worried. At that time, he was only interested in asking for things, but forgot to ask the specific method of use.

Meng Hongyi was fiddling around when the shell in his hand trembled suddenly. He tried to mobilize part of his spiritual power into it, and the beautiful shell floated up by itself, hanging firmly in mid-air.

He felt... a magical connection with the shell.

But soon, Meng Hongyi thought of another very bad thing - since the shell needs spiritual power to activate, he might not be able to contact Taki who was trapped in the secret realm.

After all, Taki relied on the power of transforming dragons to deal with thorn wolves. According to Meng Hongyi's observation, there seemed to be no fluctuations of spiritual power in his body.

In any case, Meng Hongyi still planned to try again.

The continuous input of spiritual power made the wonderful sense of connection stronger and stronger, and he even felt that his soul was about to be sucked into the shell.

In a trance, Meng Hongyi felt that he had entered a wonderful world, his body became unreal, and the world in front of him also became unreal.

"Where is this?"

A familiar voice entered Meng Hongyi's ears, and he subconsciously said, "Taki? Is that you?"

In the illusory space, two people who were thousands of miles apart met.

Meng Hongyi stood where he was, looking at Taki not far away, feeling mixed feelings for a moment, and didn't know how to react.

"Are you okay?" Taki asked.

In fact... what they saw in the illusion was just the last impression left in their minds.

Meng Hongyi was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "I'm fine, but you...is it safe to stay alone in the mysterious fire realm?"

"Well, after the entrance to the Mysterious Flame Secret Realm is closed, everything here has returned to calm, so don't worry too much about me." Although Taki's tone was relaxed, his mood seemed a little depressed.

Sensing the strangeness, Meng Hongyi asked tentatively: "Are you really okay? How do I feel... You don't seem very happy?"

Speaking of which, Taki was not in a good mood when he was trapped in the mysterious place of the mysterious fire, but Meng Hongyi vaguely felt that there seemed to be other things holding him back.

"I'm just a little bored by myself," Taki paused, and continued, "But I've also been trying to make friends recently, and there's a cute firefly mouse lying beside me right now."

Meng Hongyi felt that Taki was trying to force a smile. He wanted to tell Taki that he had found a way to save him, but he was afraid of being like before—making Taki full of expectations but feeling helpless.

Before he was fully sure, he decided not to mention it.

"That's good, maybe next time the Mysterious Fire Secret Realm reopens, I'll have a way to rescue you!" Meng Hongyi thought about it, and still hoped to give Taki some hope and thought, so that he would not be in a hopeless situation all the time. lost.

Taki's obsession with leaving has long since faded away, almost before he met Meng Hongyi, "Actually...it doesn't matter if I can leave or not, I'm gradually getting used to life here, it's okay if I can't leave Big deal."

He also didn't want to put too much pressure on Meng Hongyi.

"Believe me, I can do it, and I will try my best to find a way to save you!" Meng Hongyi said firmly.

Taki responded softly with a hmm, but didn't say anything else.

Buddhist scriptures pavilion;

"Wake up, it's time to go back." Qingxuan looked at Meng Hongyi who was in meditation with his eyes closed, and gently patted his shoulder, trying to wake him up.

Meng Hongyi, who was disturbed by the outside world, escaped from the illusion in an instant. When he saw Qingxuan standing in front of him, he looked around in panic to find the shells.

He didn't want Qingxuan to find out about all this...

"What are you looking for?" Qing Xuan asked suspiciously.

Meng Hongyi hurriedly shook his head in denial, "No...no, it's just that there was an old man sitting here before, why did he suddenly disappear."

"Don't look for him, he is elusive and has a very weird temper."

There was no one in the scripture pavilion at all, and the grandfather Meng Hongyi was talking about... Qingxuan, as the head of the scripture pavilion and also the guardian of the scripture pavilion, naturally thought of Luan Wuxin very quickly.

"Okay." Meng Hongyi wasn't looking for Luan Wuxin at all, when he felt the shell in his sleeve, he was instantly relieved, and the tight string immediately relaxed.

Just now he was worried that the shells would be taken away by Qingxuan without anyone noticing, and then he would pretend to be a wolf with a big tail in front of him.

Qingxuan suddenly noticed that there was no book in front of Meng Hongyi, so he asked suspiciously: "Why do you insist on coming to the Sutra Pavilion? Don't say it is to read books... There is no book on the table." .”

"I took a few glances at "Human World Collection" and put it back, because Grandpa Luan is more knowledgeable than books, and told me a lot about... what I want to know." Meng Hongyi realized that he was almost exposed, and quickly changed his words.

Qingxuan seemed a little unconvinced, "Is there anything I don't know? Although I haven't lived as long as Lao Luan, I can be regarded as well-read. Why don't you choose to ask me directly?"

Naturally, it was impossible for him to ask Qingxuan, not to mention that Qingxuan had clearly stated before that matters related to the Dragon Clan were taboo, and besides... he was suspicious and inquisitive, so it was very likely that Taki's matter could not be hidden.

Of course, these words Meng Hongyi just complained silently in his heart, naturally it was impossible to talk to Qingxuan, he made a random reason, "I also want to be independent, so I am going to read the book to find the answer by myself, just as Grandpa Luan said that he is very familiar with those Things, I just..."

Qingxuan didn't bother to worry about the authenticity of the reasons Meng Hongyi gave, he decided to find another time to ask Luan Wuxin, and everything would be understood naturally.

"Okay, it's time for us to hurry up and go back to practice." Qingxuan said, habitually reached out to hug Meng Hongyi, and hugged him firmly in his arms.

After leaving the Sutra Pavilion, they headed straight back to the small world.

Meng Hongyi was a little puzzled, "Why do you need to practice in such a hurry again? It's Jingci... did the elder say anything?"

This time, he had a long memory, and he didn't dare to call Jing Ci "teacher" anymore.

"Jingci is going to hold a competition inside the gate before the sword spirit competition starts. It's called a warm-up, but in fact..."

Qingxuan was cut off by Meng Hongyi before he finished speaking, "Actually, Elder Jingci just wanted to see how strong I am to participate in the Sword Spirit Competition?"

At this moment, Meng Hongyi was a little unconvinced, he thought he could do it!

"Not only that, Jingci may want to take Nan'feng's place in the Sword Spirit Competition for me, this should be the first part of his plan." Qingxuan's tone was cold, and at first hearing he felt his heart suffocate. Inexplicably angry, it can be imagined that the discussion between him and Jingci was not very pleasant.

And Meng Hongyi felt more and more that there was an irreconcilable conflict between Qingxuan and Jingci, "So...Elder Jingci has always wanted to be the head of the sect?"

"You don't need to know too much about these things. The matter between me and him is very complicated. I don't want you to get involved."

Qingxuan's words were very unreasonable, and Meng Hongyi, as Qingxuan's sword spirit, would inevitably be involved in it.

What's more, there is going to be an internal martial arts competition right now, which is equivalent to the sword spirit of Meng Hongyi and Jingci also becoming a competitive relationship.

Meng Hongyi complained depressingly: "But I have already been involved, why don't you explain it to me quickly."

"Knowing too much is not good for you, and it will make you distracted all your life. Concentrate on cultivation, defeating his sword spirit, and convincing him is the only thing you need to concentrate on now." Qingxuan said.

"I will work hard!" Meng Hongyi clenched his fists angrily and said, although he has never even seen the Jingci Sword Spirit before, this is not enough to make him shrink back in fear.

In the next three days, Qingxuan led Meng Hongyi to conduct all-round devil training. Different from the previous absorption and improvement of spiritual power, this training focused on speed and strength.

This training was really difficult for Meng Hongyi. He was short and had poor flexibility, so the first day was spent in howling ghosts and howling wolves.

And Qingxuan was meticulous during training, always maintaining a cold face and an indifferent attitude.

Looking at Meng Hongyi with a painful expression, even if he couldn't bear it in his heart, he would not show even the slightest bit of pity on his face.

Such rigorous training is extremely productive.

In just one day, Meng Hongyi felt that the potential of his body was fully stimulated. Although the speed did not increase much, his whole body felt much lighter.

After adapting to the intensity, the next two days of training became more and more handy.

On the surface, Qingxuan was calm and indifferent, but after seeing Meng Hongyi leaping over dozens of wooden stakes in a row, he couldn't help but admire in his heart: What a little monster!

"I should have become a nimble chubby man!" After jumping over all the stakes, Meng Hongyi happily jumped in front of Qingxuan, with the words "seeking praise" written all over his face.

"Not bad." Qing Xuan had an expression that was not happy to praise, as if it was very reluctant to spit out the three words just now.

Meng Hongyi, who had long been used to it, didn't care about his attitude. He thought he was making rapid progress, and happily jumped on the high wooden stakes again, which was very addictive.

Qingxuan, who was watching silently below, did not expect that training and training... could actually find fun.

Until Meng Hongyi was tired from playing, he obediently sat back beside Qingxuan, "What does Elder Jingci's sword spirit look like? Is it... the same as me?"

"No," Qingxuan thought for a while, and then explained about Jingci, "When Jingci went out to practice in the early years, her sword was broken, and his sword spirit also disappeared. After that, Jingci had a long time They are all depressed, and even if they return to the sect, they will stay behind closed doors."

The focus of Meng Hongyi's hearing was not on Jingci at all, he was full of thoughts--if the saber is broken, the sword spirit will die, that is to say, Qingxuan's Qingyuan sword is his body, controlling his life and death.

Qingxuan, who was about to continue talking, noticed that Meng Hongyi was frowning tightly, seemingly worried, "Don't worry, I won't allow Qingyuan sword to break even a little bit before I fall down."