Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About being afraid of the dark and being struck by lightning.

Are people in the world of cultivating immortals so big in their brains?

Meng Hongyi was originally lying peacefully in Qingxuan's embrace, but now——the biting coldness emanating from Qingxuan's whole body made him shiver.

This group of old and out-of-the-ordinary people will bring disaster to the fish in the pond!

The cold air was getting worse and worse, and Meng Hongyi had a child's body, so it was unbearable at all.

The desperate cold triggered his body's instinctive reaction.

Yes, he cried—

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

If he hadn't heard the milky cry, Qingxuan would have subconsciously mistakenly thought that the little boy in his arms had peed his pants.

Qingxuan's eyes were full of astonishment, he was at a loss, and he clumsily imitated the way a woman coaxes a child, patting his back and wiping away his tears.

It's a pity-it's useless.

"Don't cry, okay?" Qing Xuan was a little tired, and his tone of voice was inexplicably inappropriate.

It's all right to coax the baby in front of the whole family, and the most terrible thing is that it can't be coaxed well after coaxing for a long time.

The people in the audience of Pian Qiankun didn't dare to say anything, they all watched quietly with cold faces, motionless, like the terracotta warriors who can't speak and have no emotion.

Jingci, who couldn't stand it any longer, took a few steps forward, and leaned into Qingxuan's ear to suggest, "Junior brother, why don't you try making a funny face to amuse the kid, maybe he won't cry when he laughs."

make faces?

For Qing Xuan, a cold-faced monster, it was really too difficult.

He wasn't even used to making friendly expressions, so the grimaces he made would probably really scare people.

Qing Xuan frowned, "This..."

The crying was still continuous, if he couldn't comfort even a child, he might lose the dignity and face of the head of the family in front of the whole family.

no solution anymore.

Qingxuan wasn't sure if grimaces were effective, but now only dead horses are used as living horse doctors.

He waved his sleeves to create a transparent cover.

do my best--

Qingxuan's expression became more and more sincere, and the eyes he looked at Meng Hongyi became more and more determined, as if looking at death as if he were at home.

Meng Hongyi, who was still in his arms, looked dumbfounded, thinking: Isn't it just to make a face, and it's not going to the battlefield. Who are you trying to intimidate by being so serious?

Qing Xuan's expression suddenly changed drastically.

He stuck out his tongue, made a quick cross-eyed, and tilted his head, in short, it was just how funny it was.

But something went wrong in the end-

No matter how ugly his expression was, his eyes were firm and fierce.

Not funny at all.

Meng Hongyi, who felt hot, reacted even more boldly and outrageously. He slapped Qingxuan on the face. The slap was so sudden that Qingxuan didn't even have time to react and feel it. It was the pain that made him realize that he had been slapped.

The lingering anger rushed straight to his forehead uncontrollably, and Qingxuan's cold body instantly burned like a fire.

Feeling the warmth again, Meng Hongyi finally stopped crying, and his expression returned to innocence, as if the slap just now had nothing to do with him.

Qing Xuan numbly touched his face.

After thinking about it, it was a slap from a fleshy little hand. It's okay to say it hurts, but it's embarrassing-it's covered up by others and can't see it.

In this way, Qingxuan didn't care too much about being beaten, but started thinking about other things instead.

It turned out that being slapped in the face has the effect of making children stop crying, he said in his heart that he learned it!

The hood slowly disappears.

Everyone in the audience also relaxed a little because of Qingxuan's success in coaxing the baby, their tense expressions gradually eased, and they returned to their normal state.

"Just had a little hiccup, now let's move on to—"

Jingci stood in front again, and began to preside over the overall situation again, "The child in the arms of the head is not some wild species, but his sword spirit."

Unsurprisingly, as soon as these words came out, the discussions in the audience erupted one after another.

"Forged such a little sword spirit in half a month??"

"This is too disappointing, what big event can such a little baby do? The Sword Spirit Competition is about to begin—"

"Hey, the headmaster must have had bad luck. After spending so much energy, he has forged such a waste. I must feel uncomfortable."

Suddenly, everyone began to sympathize with Qingxuan's experience.

And Jingci seemed to have expected it long ago, and he immediately pursued the victory and added: "Everyone knows that becoming a spirit in seven days is a foregone conclusion, but the master is about to participate in the sword spirit competition, and this little sword spirit may not be able to take on the heavy responsibility."

"Yes, yes, what should I do then?" Some people in the audience shouted anxiously.

Jing Ci smiled mysteriously, "I do have a way to turn things around."

As soon as these words came out, Qingxuan who was standing on the side became a little nervous, he had no idea what Jingci was planning behind the scenes...

Subconsciously, he hugged Meng Hongyi in his arms even tighter.

"Elder Jingci, don't be fooled, just tell me!"

"Yeah yeah—as long as we can solve the problem, it's fine if we pay some price!"

At this moment, the expression on Jing Ci's face seemed to say "I'll just wait for your words".

"Although it is impossible to recast the sword spirit, as long as the sword is reforged and the spirit is re-forged, everything is still in time!" Jingci paused, then looked at Qingxuan again, "The key lies in the re-identification of the spirit sword. ..."

"No!"

Before Jingci could finish speaking, Qingxuan vetoed viciously, "Qingyuan was made by Master's hands. In order to make it, Master spent 500 years of skill and even gave a drop of precious blood! The only thing my master left me, no one can touch it!"

Jingci was not intimidated by Qingxuan's attitude at the moment, "Junior brother, if you don't give up the Qingyuan sword to reshape the sword spirit, how can you complete what the master told you? You should understand which of these two things is more important. of."

"I will complete what the master told me, and I never thought it would be impossible." Qingxuan rubbed the head of the boy in his arms, "I will retreat for a period of time until the eve of the sword spirit competition."

After all, Qingxuan left Qiankun Terrace and returned to Qingxuan Hall.

Along the way, Meng Hongyi doubted himself.

Until he was placed on a soft bed by Qingxuan again, he finally asked the confusion in his heart, "Can I really do it?"

Qing Xuan frowned slightly and looked at Meng Hongyi, "What?"

"Sword Spirit Contest, with my current body, no one can beat it—" Meng Hongyi blamed himself a little.

All the criticisms that Qingxuan suffered these days stemmed from his birth, but Qingxuan has always protected him, and did not let him suffer any harm.

He felt...he should be a sudden and difficult to control burden.

"You are my sword spirit, so naturally you will be invincible." Qing Xuan, who had never doubted before, looked more determined at this moment.

Meng Hongyi couldn't say that he had any confidence at all, but after hearing such a sentence, he immediately felt a fire ignited in his heart.

Grandpa will work hard!

"Let's rest early, and we'll talk about other things tomorrow."

When he was alone with Meng Hongyi, Qingxuan's cold eyes were much gentler, and he even spoke softly, which made people feel at ease.

It's just that Meng Hongyi couldn't sleep.

It was clear that it was Xu time, but the sky outside Qingxuan Hall was still clear.

Meng Hongyi opened his big round eyes in bewilderment, and Qingxuan quickly understood what was going on in his mind.

With a wave of his hand, the situation changes.

The outside of the Qingxuan Hall was instantly enveloped in darkness, and there was no more light, and even the inside of the hall was pitch black. This was no longer what it should be like at sunset, but more like the sun swallowing.

"Go to sleep." Qingxuan got up and was about to leave. In the darkness, he felt his hands being gently grabbed by a pair of small hands, and his heart skipped a beat.

Meng Hongyi was afraid of the dark since he was a child, and he had to turn on the night light to feel at ease before going to bed. Now the environment where he can't see his fingers makes him flustered and at a loss, so he grasped Qingxuan who was about to leave based on his feeling.

It's easier to have someone by your side.

"What?" Qingxuan Xu was a little nervous and flustered, and restrained a little tenderness, and his tone returned to a cold state.

Meng Hongyi even felt a little impatient in this tone.

Now, he didn't dare to speak out the fear in his heart, not only because he was afraid of losing face, but also... Qingxuan would think that he was really a waste in everyone's mouth.

The confidence that had just been built in his heart was quietly disintegrating. He coughed twice nervously, and tears almost slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Qingxuan, who was standing still, also had a short-circuit in his head, and remained silent for a long time, as if he hadn't realized the crux of the problem, let alone the seriousness.

Meng Hongyi, who was lying on the bed, gritted his teeth and let go of his hand.

He felt that he should try his best so that at least he would not be looked down upon by Qingxuan.After all... he was the only one who stood up for himself and believed in himself.

As soon as the hand was released, it was as if something was suddenly missing in the hearts of both of them.

uncomfortable feeling—

Fortunately, it's just the night, there is no frantic sound of evil wind, no furious lightning and thunder, except for the silent darkness, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Meng Hongyi curled up, just doing mental construction for himself.

During this period, Meng Hongyi didn't hear any other movement. He didn't know whether Qingxuan had already left, anyway——he could only hear his own breathing.

In fact, Qingxuan never left, he was only three feet away from the bed, but he was always amazed at the more complicated and strange emotions growing in his heart.

An emotional experience that has never been born before...

It's like a seed buried deep in the soil struggling to germinate, pushing away the stones pressing on the top of the head little by little, trying to drill out of the soil to absorb more nutrients to grow.

The desire that followed was extremely strong.

"Are you okay?" Qing Xuan's voice softened again.

"I'm fine..." Meng Hongyi shivered while hugging his fat feet, trying to hide his tone of voice, trying to appear calm.

Suddenly, Meng Hongyi felt himself being hugged into a familiar warm embrace.

Obviously, it was Qing Xuan who took the initiative to lean forward.

in fact--

The posture of Qingxuan actively hugging Meng Hongyi will make him very comfortable, and the arm under Meng Hongyi's neck just acts as a pillow of the right height.

Coupled with the warmth of the body, it gives a sense of security.

After all, Meng Hongyi is just a child now.

A sense of security is just needed.

However, the posture of sleeping peacefully this time is quite different from the previous seven days.

Most of them hugged in the same direction before, but this time, they looked at each other and embraced each other in the darkness. Although Meng Hongyi couldn't see anything in the darkness, Qingxuan, who had strong skills, could see clearly.

He also seemed to be slowly getting used to holding Meng Hongyi in his arms.

Suddenly, Qingxuan felt that Meng Hongyi was like a unique and powerful requiem incense, as long as it was surrounded by him, he would feel inexplicably at ease and fall asleep faster.

Meng Hongyi was more adaptable to this state, and he soon fell asleep surrounded by the familiar warmth.

When sleeping in the same direction, Qingxuan could hardly feel Meng Hongyi's shallow breath, but when they slept facing each other, the sound was especially clear.

Gently, like a breeze blowing from the tip of my heart.

Qingxuan was itchy in his heart, but also a little curious, and unconsciously moved closer.