Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About my excellent talent! !

"This is too delicious." Meng Hongyi took several bites indiscriminately, with a large piece of chicken in his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly, muttering.

Seeing him eating so contentedly, Qingxuan unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, "Eat slowly, these are all yours."

It is a wonderful feeling to try to accomplish something and be recognized. Qingxuan just feels like he has eaten a mouthful of nectar, which is so sweet to the bottom of his heart.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Meng Hongyi excitedly tore off a big chicken leg and handed it to Qingxuan. He was indeed greedy, but he was not a greedy person.

What's more, after eating such delicious food, the first thought that popped up in my head was to share.

Qingxuan shook his head, "No need, I'm not interested in these mortal things."

Hearing this, Meng Hongyi sighed lightly, the little flame of excitement was instantly extinguished, and the enthusiasm for expressing how delicious it was to discuss with Qingxuan suddenly dropped to freezing point.

I really don't understand the style--

Qingxuan keenly felt Meng Hongyi's emotional changes, and then glanced at the chicken leg in his hand.

There's really no way to get him.

The chicken leg in Meng Hongyi's hand was suddenly taken away.

After being stunned for a while, he finally came to his senses and looked up at Qingxuan.

At this time, Qingxuan was licking the oil that accidentally stuck to the corner of his mouth, and said in a cold tone, "It tastes good."

"Thank you for making chicken early in the morning."

Meng Hongyi thanked him sincerely. He had eaten most of the roast chicken in his hand, and his innocent smile was brimming with happiness.

Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong with his words, his smile froze, and he looked at Qingxuan with a guilty conscience.

Qingxuan obviously didn't hear anything abnormal, but he was taken aback when he was suddenly thanked, "Hmm...it's nothing."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Meng Hongyi touched his soft and bulging belly, with a satisfied face, "I'm so full——"

"Since you are full, let's start practicing. The Sword Spirit Conference is only two months away." Qingxuan said, and wiped off the remaining saliva at the corner of Meng Hongyi's mouth.

Unable to adapt, Meng Hongyi shrunk his neck subconsciously, and only replied hello.

"The most important thing in practice is to calm down, get rid of distracting thoughts, and let yourself feel the world."

While Qingxuan was guiding, he pinched Meng Hongyi's wrist at the same time, and the joint was glowing with white light, shining very brightly.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Meng Hongyi felt the huge spiritual power surge from his wrist, and the pain was so painful that his wrist and blood vessels were about to burst.

Unbearable, he tried to draw his spiritual power to other parts of his body. Inexplicably, his acupoints and meridians seemed to be opened up, and his spiritual power began to swim wantonly throughout his body.

Qingxuan suddenly found that his spiritual power was rapidly draining. He looked at Meng Hongyi, who was practicing with his eyes closed, in shock, and the shock in his heart lasted for a long time.

Until—Meng Hongyi had had enough.

"How does it feel?"

The huge loss of spiritual power in a short period of time made Qingxuan a little weak, but there was nothing unusual on the surface.

Meng Hongyi slowly opened his eyes, "I feel very warm in my body, and..."

He clenched his fist again, "The strength seems to have grown a lot."

"You have basically started, and when the spiritual vortex in your body is formed, the cultivation will come naturally." Qingxuan said.

It is said that the journey of cultivating immortals is extremely difficult, just this step of entry is the threshold for countless people, and how many people have never crossed it in their entire lives, but Meng Hongyi has achieved great success in just a quarter of an hour, which is really amazing.

"Then I'm pretty good." Meng Hongyi murmured cheerfully. Thinking about it carefully, even if it was made with the help of such a powerful Qing Xuan, it would be very good.

Qingxuan didn't intend to praise a few words, "Talent and hard work should be matched, otherwise everything is false and arrogant."

Meng Hongyi, who was spurred, was not discouraged, nor did he become inexplicably childish, but nodded in agreement.

He has been a stupid kid in the teacher's mouth since he was a child, and he has always been poor in his studies. He has tried hard but rarely improved.

Over time, Meng Hongyi not only lost confidence in his abilities, but also always wanted to avoid giving up on things that required hard work and persistence.

Naturally, since he was a child, his parents felt that he was a child who was not reassuring, and even a child who did not live up to expectations.

Qingxuan saw that Meng Hongyi didn't move after nodding his head, thinking that he was sulking because of aggrievedness, and after thinking about it, he added a few words.

"I said long ago that my sword spirit will be invincible. You are very talented. With a little effort, you will surely achieve great things."

Meng Hongyi's eyes lit up instantly after capturing the words "extraordinary talent".

After being affirmed to be talented, he made up his mind to change his past mistakes. This time, he must work hard to practice, so as not to let others down again.

"I will work hard!" Meng Hongyi looked determined.

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"Junior Brother, Junior Brother!" Jing Ci was standing outside Qingxuan Hall, knocking on the door anxiously, her expression was also very flustered.

Qingxuan flicked his sleeves lightly, and with a crisp sound, the palace door opened.

"Brother, something serious happened."

Jingci anxiously walked up to Qingxuan in two or three steps, "A red light suddenly appeared on Master's exquisite statue, and the astrolabe also appeared to be moving."

Qing Xuan frowned, "When did it happen?"

"Just half a quarter of an hour ago, I was meditating at the Qiankun Terrace, and suddenly I heard the sound of the wind chimes. As soon as I went to the Shoushan Pavilion, I saw those visions." Seeing that Qingxuan didn't respond, Jingci hurriedly urged: "Anyway, you Go and have a look."

Meng Hongyi at the side felt a little strange seeing Qingxuan standing there without any response.

Suddenly, he was picked up by a big hand and walked out, "Brother, leave this matter to me to solve, the gate of the realm will be blocked later, so you won't be left sitting for long."

This means... It is clearly driving people away.

Jingci was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "The fairy peach trees planted outside have already blossomed and bear fruit, and those ones look really delicious."

His response was somewhat wrong, as if he deliberately changed the subject.

"On your own."

Qingxuan seemed too lazy to communicate, so he summoned his saber and flew out of the small world, heading straight for the Shoushan Pavilion.

Shoushan Pavilion is surrounded by mountains. The attic has a tapered top and a wide bottom. It looks like a pagoda from a distance, and it towers into the clouds when you look closer.

The pitch-black tower body has a natural deterrent force, and just a few glances will make people's hearts sink.

Meng Hongyi stood in front of the door of the pavilion, his heart was beating fast, and he was afraid to move forward.

Sensing the strangeness, Qingxuan took his little hand, "Shoushan Pavilion is just a bluff, as long as the heart is strong and upright, it won't be affected."

At first, Meng Hongyi was flustered because he had never seen such a majestic building before his eyes.

After being held by Qingxuan, the sense of security in his heart eased his impetuous and fearful emotions a lot, and his small steps that were not very quick were also firmer.

Qingxuan chanted the mantra in a low voice, and the nine-foot pavilion door opened in response, with a majestic momentum, and the airflow pushed from the inside to the outside was even more powerful, and Meng Hongyi was a little unsteady.

When the door of the pavilion was completely opened, the two walked forward slowly.

The inside of the Shoushan Pavilion is unique. Different from the dark exterior, the gray and white inner wall is covered with various murals, and the golden gossamer-like power of immortal power swims through the gaps, just like... this mural can breathe.

Seeing that Meng Hongyi's attention was all on the murals, Qing Xuan said, "These murals are a long scroll of history, which records all the important events from the opening of the Xianmen to the present."

Meng Hongyi nodded obediently.

He couldn't quite understand the contents of the murals. From the crooked human figures, he could roughly guess that it was a dispute between the immortals.

The two continued to go deeper. One moment it was a grand and wide corridor of murals, and the next moment it was a cramped small room.

Qingxuan waved his hand and conjured up a firefly, instantly lighting up the dark room.

The exquisite statue placed in the middle is particularly eye-catching. It is obviously just a sculpture, but the expression between the eyebrows and eyes is lifelike, which is already superb.

Qingxuan took a closer look, his expression changed subtly, and in a blink of an eye, he looked at the north-facing astrolabe, no matter which one it was, it was dim.

Meng Hongyi also thought about it, but he was still inexperienced in the world and didn't understand the way.

It can only be followed by Qingxuan's ass to join in the fun.

Meng Hongyi saw that Qingxuan's expression became more solemn, and the frowning seemed to be telling something unusual.

"Any questions?"

"It's a good trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain." Qingxuan only said this sentence, and a fairy energy suddenly rose around him, and the two of them disappeared in place immediately.

Meng Hongyi and Qingxuan returned to the small world again, Jingci was half lying on the fairy peach tree, her legs crossed, holding a gnawed fairy peach in her hand.

"Junior Brother, how is the situation?" Jing Ci took another bite of the juicy peach, smiled and licked the corner of her mouth.

Qingxuan said expressionlessly: "Master, everything is fine as before, and the vision in the Shoushan Pavilion has also subsided."

"That's good. You have always been in charge of the Shoushan Pavilion. Naturally, I will inform you of these things as soon as possible. It would be great if nothing happens." Jingci said.

Qingxuan glanced at the peach blossoms, and then at Jingci, who was comfortable and comfortable, "Although I am in charge of guarding the mountain pavilion, most of the time my senior brother takes care of it on my behalf, and my senior brother can make decisions on many things with my own hands, so I don't have to let me take care of it." .”

"I won't do things that exceed my authority." Jing Ci paused, and then added: "Shoushan Pavilion is the key to my Sanqing Sect. I have always been the head of the sect. As an elder, I have the most authority to assist you. gone."

Qingxuan understood the implication of these words, "After the Sword Spirit Competition, everything will be decided. At that time... I hope that brother will come true."

"With your kind words—"

Jingci swallowed the last bite of peach flesh, jumped off the tree and buried the peach pit in the ground, "Some things, when fallen leaves return to their roots, should be where he should be."

After throwing down such a sentence, Jingci left.

Meng Hongyi, who was in a fog when he heard it, scratched his head, feeling like a fool.

"Don't think about these insignificant things, working hard to become stronger is the most important thing right now." Qingxuan said.

"I feel that a vortex of spiritual power has formed in my body, and now the spiritual power is integrated into my body every moment." Meng Hongyi clasped his hands together, and the moment the spiritual power gathered, the golden light from the chest came out of the clothes, truly dazzling.

This vortex of light has never been seen before.

Even Qingxuan, who is said to be a genius who is said to be rare in ten thousand years, has not been able to condense such a dazzling spiritual power swirl.

At this moment, Qing Xuan was really dumbfounded.

"Is there something wrong with my spiritual power vortex?" Meng Hongyi saw that Qingxuan was silent, and then looked down at the golden light shining on his chest.

Qingxuan swallowed, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly, "No, it's a perfect vortex of spiritual power. Let's choose to learn spiritual arts directly. With the help of spiritual arts, your skill will become more and more refined."

"It's only been a few hours since I formed the vortex. Is it a little too hasty?" Meng Hongyi has read the basic novels of cultivating immortals anyway, and he thinks that now should be the time to solidify the foundation.

If it were someone else, Qing Xuan would not be in a hurry for success.

It's just that Meng Hongyi's situation is really special. The huge spiritual power vortex will condense huge spiritual power in a short period of time. If he can't maintain the balance... as a sword spirit, he may be traumatized.

"It's okay, some things need to be struck while the iron is hot." Qing Xuan said.