Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About Qingxuan being put together!

The person who came was none other than the messenger who flew over from Lingjian Mountain to deliver the letter. The man covered his face with a white gauze, and he was wearing a straw hat, and a thin white gauze hung down from the edge of the hat, fluttering in the wind. , is very beautiful.

Jingci watched the person fall in front of her eyes, but she couldn't see her face clearly, judging from her figure, she should be a beautiful woman.

"Who are you?" Jing Ci raised her sword and asked vigilantly.

"I am Lingjian Mountain Messenger Feng. I am here to visit the head of Qingxuan. This visit is to send an invitation card for the Sword Spirit Competition." The man clasped his fists and saluted. She is a very chic and courageous woman in her actions.

Jingci thought for a while, "The sect master is concentrating on retreating for the Sword Spirit Competition. I am the elder Jingci in the sect, so just hand over the invitation to me, and I will pass it on to the sect master."

"It's better for me to personally hand over this invitation to the head. I think... After knowing my identity, the head of Qingxuan should be willing to take the time to meet me."

The messenger did not dare to trust Jingci, she insisted on meeting Qingxuan and delivering it face to face.

Jingci shrugged helplessly, "Then trouble the messenger to work hard."

He walked in front to lead the way for the woman. The welcoming stairs in front of the Sanqing Gate had a thousand floors, and the steps were so high that even a cultivator with excellent physique would have to struggle a lot to walk up it step by step.

"If the messenger feels tired, you can go up with the sword." Jingci turned to look at Feng, but Feng covered herself tightly, and he couldn't clearly judge Feng's state at the moment through his expression.

"No need," Feng didn't stop, but instead accelerated and continued upwards, "Falling in front of the door and walking up the ladder is the most basic respect. This is the attitude of Lingjian Mountain towards people and things."

These words really choked Jingci up.

He originally wanted to push Feng Yujian to go up, so as to find an excuse for his laziness, but when Feng said those words, he was still righteous, as if Jingci was a coward.

What to wear!

Jing Ci gritted her teeth and continued to move upwards, still silently cursing.

After all, the physique of the cultivators is still beyond ordinary people. After a while, they walked to the main entrance of Sanqing Gate. After Feng solemnly saluted the plaque and the huge stone sculpture placed in front of the gate, he followed Jingci and continued to greet him. inside.

Jingci originally wanted to take Feng to the main hall, but happened to meet Hongtuo on the way, and after meeting him, she briefly introduced, "Junior Brother, this is the messenger from Lingjian Mountain, Feng."

"The headmaster took the sword spirit to the mountain stream for training, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to see him now."

Qingxuan specifically asked Hongtuo for his opinions when formulating the plan, and the next training plan was the result of discussions between Qingxuan and Hongtuo.

Jingci had already guessed that Qingxuan should be taking Meng Hongyi to practice in seclusion at this time, and he looked at Feng with a proud face, "Look, I said it a long time ago... the master is practicing hard for the Sword Spirit Competition, it is really inconvenient disturb."

A pair of insightful eyes hidden under the tulle carefully looked at Jingci and Hongtuo, "Since that's the case, then I won't bother you any more, and I ask you to pass this invitation to Sect Master Qingxuan on your behalf."

Feng took out the invitation card and handed it to Jingci, and then left to go to the next sect.

Hongtuo glanced at Jingci, and only urged, "If you think about the matter of making a contract, you should do it quickly. You should be ready to give up the Sword Spirit Competition."

"Tonight, I will bring the invitation to my junior brother to settle everything." Jing Ci said.

Hong Tuo nodded, only sighed lightly, and then left without saying a word.

evening;

Meng Hongyi dragged his exhausted body and fell onto the bed. The whole day's high-intensity training made him feel that his limbs were separated, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart.

And Qingxuan helped him with the massage very considerately, it was so sour and refreshing, it was like dismantling the limbs first, and then putting them back together again, the process was really painful, but after the massage, the whole person was reborn!

Meng Hongyi was so comfortable that his eyes blurred, and he fell asleep unconsciously. Qingxuan, who was aware of it, gently put his arm down, covered him with the quilt, and tiptoed out the door.

"You can figure it out." Jingci has been waiting outside the door, quietly waiting for Qingxuan to help Meng Hongyi finish the massage.

He only thought that after he successfully took the position of the head of the sect, he would definitely let Qingxuan wait outside the hall to blow the cold wind, and let him try what it was like!

Qingxuan said with a little apology: "Today's training was too intense, and I was worried that his body would not be able to bear it, so I delayed some time to give him a massage."

"You are the head of the sect, so naturally you don't need to explain this to me, even if you wait another hour or two, that's what I should do." Jing Ci said these words with emotion.

Qingxuan, who was too lazy to argue, only asked: "Have you considered the matter of making the contract clearly?"

"Well, I agree to make a contract, but—you need to promise to give up the position of head, and assist me to take the position of head with all your strength, and you will never touch the position of head again in the future." Jing Ci mentioned that she had early As for the planned content, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up again.

This request is indeed somewhat unreasonable.

But Qingxuan, who was determined to participate in the Sword Spirit Competition to rescue Kuang He, didn't care, "Okay, I agree to your request, then... let's make a contract now."

Jing Ci scratched the pulp of her index finger with her sharp thumbnail, and a drop of bright red blood slipped out, being pulled by spiritual power and hanging in mid-air.

But Qingxuan swore an oath according to the agreed content, and as soon as the words fell, the drop of blood quickly floated to the center of his eyebrows, and a scarlet mark appeared between his eyebrows, and then disappeared very quickly.

"Everything is done, you are satisfied." Qingxuan took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, vowing to make a contract to let him have a destiny entanglement with someone he doesn't like, this feeling is very uncomfortable.

Unfortunately... this is the price that must be paid now.

Jing Ci nodded in satisfaction, "Since everything is done, I won't bother you anymore, oh yes, the messenger from Lingjian Mountain came here today, when you were helping Meng Hongyi train in the mountain stream, I accepted the invitation for you .”

He stepped on the spirit sword first, and then took out the invitation card and threw it to Qingxuan, as if he had done something bad to fear that he would be kept.

Qingxuan, who reacted quickly, caught the invitation with one hand. He lowered his head and opened it, and the content on it surprised him. When he looked up again, Jingci had already disappeared.

"This guy……"

The invitation was written in black and white: Lingjian Mountain has recently produced a lot of natural treasures, and the owner of the mountain wanted to share them with the outstanding monks and sword spirits among the immortal sects, so he specially increased the number of places. Add color to the game.

It's really strange.

The location of Lingjian Mountain is full of aura, and it is true that many natural treasures will be produced every ten thousand years, but the sudden increase in the number of participants is very strange.

It is not voluntary to say that the Lord of Lingjian Mountain took out the treasures of heaven, material and earth to share with the monks all over the world. When the monks discovered that Lingjian Mountain was a geomantic treasure, they fought each other, and the fight was bloody.

In the end, the owner of the mountain set the rules for self-protection, holding a sword spirit contest every ten thousand years, and the one who wins the leader can get a part of the output of heaven, material and earth treasures.

Just like that... the Sword Spirit Competition was held one after another and passed down.

If Lingjian Mountain has really produced more natural and earthly treasures in recent years, the owner of the mountain can take them for himself, and there is no need to announce this matter to the outside world.

As long as they don't tell, no one else will know.

Qingxuan held this frivolous invitation, but his heart was extremely heavy.

He did not go back to the main hall, but instead sat down on a cliff that was casually conjured up in the small world. He felt the cool breeze brush against his cheeks, and the refreshing feeling penetrated his body and mind, and his irritable heart finally calmed down again.

He must have fallen into Jingci's trap. Qingxuan knew that Jingci must have opened the invitation the moment she got it, and deliberately didn't tell him first.

Thinking about it... If Jingci said it, then there is no need to make an oath, and all of Jingci's plans would be shattered.

Things weren't too bad. Although Qingxuan suffered losses, they were within acceptable limits.

"What are you doing sitting here alone?" Meng Hongyi suddenly appeared behind Qingxuan. He looked cute with sleepy eyes, like a white cat with soft fur all over.

Qingxuan responded lightly: "It's nothing, why did you wake up?"

Meng Hongyi walked forward in two or three steps, and he sat obediently beside Qingxuan, speaking with a slightly coquettish tone, "I can't sleep well if you're not by my side to accompany me."

Meng Hongyi didn't lie to anyone, let alone say it on purpose to deceive Qingxuan.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, he found that there was no one in the huge hall, and the faint candlelight shone on his face, which was inexplicably bleak. With a weak sense of security, he immediately ran out to look for Qingxuan.

Qingxuan put his left arm on Meng Hongyi's shoulder, and then rubbed his head, "Seeing that you slept so soundly, I didn't wake you up. I didn't expect you to wake up so easily..."

The cold wind woke Meng Hongyi up. He raised his head to look at Qingxuan with his big watery eyes. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that Qingxuan looked very tired at this moment, even a little bit old.

At that moment, the scene of tens of thousands of years seemed to appear on his face, his usual sharp eyes softened, but they were more tired and sad.

"You don't seem very happy, what happened?" Meng Hongyi told himself several times not to meddle in other people's business, and not to ask casually.

But he couldn't help it, he couldn't help trying to find out, he wanted to do something for Qingxuan, even if it was trivial.

Qing Xuan shook his head lightly, "Nothing happened, I'll take you back to sleep, the wind in the middle of the night is too cold, don't get sick."

"I will work hard in the Sword Spirit Competition, and I will rescue Master at all costs!" Meng Hongyi's intuition told him that Qingxuan was worried about the upcoming Sword Spirit Competition.

Qingxuan smiled slightly, "I know you will, and I also believe that you can do it, but there is no need to risk your life, your safety and well-being are equally important."

As he spoke, he carried Meng Hongyi back to Qingxuan Hall.

Propping his head with one hand, Qingxuan, who was half lying on the bed, helped Meng Hongyi cover the quilt, patted his back lightly like a child, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Meng Hongyi blinked, bit his lower lip with his upper teeth and hesitated for a long time, and finally said bravely: "Cuddle me to sleep like before, then I will be more at ease."

And - in this way, if Qingxuan sneaks away again, the sleeping Meng Hongyi can feel it immediately.