Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About my coquettish handling of the immortal master to death!

When practicing exercises, time seems to flow much faster.

By the time Meng Hongyi finished comprehending the first floor of the Xuanyang Book, three or four hours had passed.

After slowly letting out a breath of turbid air, Meng Hongyi opened his eyes, everything in front of him changed from fiction to reality, and he found that Qingxuan had disappeared.

Meng Hongyi gathered himself together, looked around and still did not find Qingxuan's figure, he thought: Qingxuan probably left because he had something important to deal with.

Meng Hongyi, who had never been alone in this small world, wanted to continue practicing the Xuanyang book to pass the time, but his spiritual power was almost exhausted and his body was exhausted.

Bored, he wanted to lie down and rest, but he didn't want to look like a rotten salted fish. After some ideological struggle, he decided to take a good look at the huge Qingxuan Palace.

He stayed in bed most of the time, and he didn't look carefully at everything in the Qingxuan Palace, and he didn't even know much about the objects inside.

Just taking this opportunity, he can take a good look.

There are no gorgeous decorations in Qingxuan Hall, most of the furnishings are very conventional.

Meng Hongyi, who was wandering around, tried his best to sit on the wooden chair beside the desk, and there were many reddish-brown marks written on the open scroll.

Do people who cultivate immortals also read books?

Perplexed, Meng Hongyi casually read a few lines, and was instantly stunned.

Impressively written on it: The first way to capture the sword spirit - if you want to get the heart of the sword spirit, you must first get the stomach of the sword spirit!

The word "stomach" was specially circled by Qingxuan, and Meng Hongyi instantly thought of the delicious chicken again, and couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth in aftertaste.

Then...he suddenly woke up!

So Qingxuan wanted to capture him? ?

After reacting, Meng Hongyi clutched his heart, and for some reason, his heart was beating uncontrollably.

He had never been so flustered on a roller coaster.

Meng Hongyi, who was trying to keep calm, took a few deep breaths, and his state finally stabilized. He thought about it again - being captured is not being arrested, it seems to be no big deal.

Besides, he was originally Qingxuan's sword spirit, so he belonged to Qingxuan.

Thinking of this, Meng Hongyi felt relieved.

Curiously, he flipped through the book again, and it recorded many captures... or methods to please the sword spirit, and a large part of the content was marked Qingxuan.

Turning back to the title page, the six characters "Sword Spirit Cultivation Handbook" are in front of my eyes.

Meng Hongyi stroked his chin, and felt a little funny looking at the book in front of him.

The head of the Sanqing Sect actually sits at home every day and reads miscellaneous books written by these unknown people, which always makes people feel a little - not very smart.

Meng Hongyi smiled, and turned the pages of the book back to the one that was first opened. After finishing everything, his eyes fell on the bookshelf behind him.

The tan wooden shelves are crammed with books.

Meng Hongyi flipped through it curiously, but unexpectedly found that almost all the books on the entire shelf were about sword spirits, and almost every book had more or less marks left on it.

hiss--

Not quite right.

Meng Hongyi observed those books carefully, and suddenly found that the books on the sixth floor looked very old and simple, which aroused his curiosity at once.

The bookshelf in front of him was very high, and Meng Hongyi, who was sitting on the chair, couldn't reach it with his hands. He turned to kneel on the chair, but it still couldn't.

Finally... He stood on the chair, still missing a little distance.

Ben was about to give up, but driven by curiosity, he stepped onto the desk and finally barely reached the books on the sixth floor.

Meng Hongyi picked up a book at random, and as expected, it was still a book about sword spirits.

It's just that this book is very special. The various scratches, folds and slightly puffy state all indicate that this book has been turned over many times.

More importantly, most of the words in it have been marked.

And this book is called—Guide to the Cub Sword Spirit's Alchemy.

Meng Hongyi frowned, always feeling a little strange.

Suddenly, there was a bang outside the hall that made his neck shrink in fright. He heard that Qingxuan had probably returned. He hurriedly stuffed the book back, twisted his feet in a panic, and almost fell straight down.

Gravity imbalance is difficult to control, not to mention that Meng Hongyi is now a small body, no matter how much he throws around, it is difficult to regain his balance.

He couldn't help but feel a little sad... because it was very likely that his face would fall to the ground, not to mention disfigured, and he would make himself very embarrassed.

Meng Hongyi, who was falling in the air, was caught off guard and hugged firmly. The moment he raised his eyes, he met Qingxuan's sharp eyes, and subconsciously took a breath.

"It's dangerous to climb that high."

Beads of sweat on Qingxuan's forehead slowly slid down his cheeks, and he spoke in a tone that could not feel blame, and of course... could not feel any other emotions.

Meng Hongyi, who knew he had done something wrong, wiped Qingxuan's sweat with his fleshy little palm, his expression suddenly aggrieved, looking pitiful, he even apologized in a very small voice: "I'm sorry——"

The corners of Qingxuan's tense mouth softened a bit, he touched Meng Hongyi's head, and asked with concern: "Is there no injury?"

Meng Hongyi, who was in the embrace of the person, shook his head meaningly, his soft hair rubbed against Qingxuan's chin, and his soft little face pressed against his chest from time to time.

Qingxuan's body - instantly froze!

"I promise I won't crawl around again in the future!" Meng Hongyi took advantage of the victory to pursue, and before Qingxuan could react, he swore to promise himself.

After this whole process, he firmly believed that Qingxuan would not get angry and blame him again!

As expected, Qingxuan nodded slightly and said nothing.

He picked up Meng Hongyi in his arms, and put it down slowly. The moment he let go, his hands were still a little numb, "Just put the book on the desk."

Naturally, Meng Hongyi didn't dare to have any opinions. He finally glanced at the book in his hand and put it on the desk. "Why are there so many books about sword spirits here?"

"Reading is to be wise," Qingxuan replied, "I only read these books to understand you better."

This kind of mentality-probably is the anxiety of welcoming a new life. Anxiety will always prompt people to understand things they are not familiar with through various channels.

Even though Qingxuan's cultivation base is unfathomable, it is the first time to raise a sword spirit.

"The content in those books is not entirely correct." Meng Hongyi said, and recalled a lot of the content in the books, some of which were indeed written in a fake way, with no practical value.

Qingxuan pressed down the books on the desk, "Just take the essence and discard the dross. Books collected in the secular world, of course, can't be full of essence like the classics of exercises."

Meng Hongyi nodded, accidentally saw mud sticking to Qingxuan's boots, and asked again: "You... What are you doing today? I didn't say anything. I messed around because I was too boring to be alone. turn."

As soon as these words came out, Qingxuan realized that he had ignored Meng Hongyi's feelings when he left, "I see that you are in a good state of cultivation, so I didn't bother you, and I forgot to leave you a letter. Be sure to pay attention next time."

Meng Hongyi just wanted to explain to himself, but he didn't expect that Qingxuan would reflect on himself because of those words.

At this moment, Meng Hongyi was surrounded by a wonderful sense of security, as if lying in a warm and comfortable bed, very at ease and at ease.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Meng Hongyi stretched out his short, fat little finger, "Pull the hook to swear, so that it will be more credible."

"Childish." Qing Xuan said with disgust.

Meng Hongyi doesn't think it's childish. The things agreed upon in childhood can often be realized. Once a matter has a sense of ritual, its credibility will become much higher.

He pursed his lips slightly and snorted dissatisfiedly.

Forget it!

Just as Meng Hongyi was about to stop, his little finger was hooked.

The moment the fingers touch, the warmth is also being transmitted.

Meng Hongyi is small and his elbows are not long, so Qingxuan leaned forward slightly to hook his fingers.

Suddenly, he found that Qingxuan's fingers were slightly white, and there were obvious wrinkles in some joints.

Meng Hongyi turned to look at Qingxuan's face again, he was no different from ordinary teenagers in their twenties, only calmer and more serious, but this hand...

"you--"

Before Meng Hongyi could speak, he was gagged.

Qingxuan withdrew his hand and asked directly: "Are you hungry?"

If I were to say I was hungry, I really wasn't.

After all, Meng Hongyi almost ate the whole chicken, and he has done nothing other than practice, and he is not hungry at all now that he cannot digest well.

"I...fortunately, the chicken was full before, and I still feel the taste in my mouth." Meng Hongyi responded.

Qingxuan originally thought that Meng Hongyi should have been so hungry that his chest was on his back after practicing for so long, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.

"okay."

This indifferent attitude made Meng Hongyi feel that something was wrong.

Immediately recalling the dirt on Qingxuan's boots and the whitened and swollen fingers, he suddenly came to his senses, "But my mouth is really a bit greedy, if only there is something to satisfy my hunger."

Sure enough, when Qingxuan's state changed, the expression of joy could be seen at a glance.

"Try it quickly." He took out a plate of sea bass from nowhere, and the smooth and tender fish was poured with a light yellow sauce, which looked very attractive.

"Did you go fishing?" Meng Hongyi looked at the delicious fish and swallowed unwillingly.

Qingxuan nodded, "It's not that you said you wanted to eat the fish that slipped through the net, so I went to an extremely cold place, where there was a very clear stream, and this fish broke free more than a dozen times, so it should fully meet your requirements. "

Meng Hongyi blinked, he didn't expect that the reason he just said would be clearly remembered by Qingxuan, and he took it as a matter of fact to do.

"What are you doing in a daze? Does it look like you have no appetite?" Seeing Meng Hongyi staring blankly at Yurou, Qingxuan couldn't help but have various guesses in his head.

In the final analysis... He felt that his cooking skills were poor and he didn't have much confidence.

Meng Hongyi shook his head like a rattle, "No, these look great! It's just... I can't eat them with my hands."

Only then did Qingxuan realize that he had forgotten to hold his chopsticks. He spread his right hand, and a pair of chopsticks appeared in his palm. He glanced at Meng Hongyi, and the chopsticks in his palm changed again.

Meng Hongyi's small fleshy hands couldn't hold normal-sized chopsticks at all, but the pair of chopsticks Qingxuan took out later were just right in terms of size and length.

His right hand was just good enough to hold firmly.

With bright eyes, Meng Hongyi directly picked off a whole piece of meat from the belly of the fish. He didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that the fish would be cut off.

The mouthfeel is melt-in-the-mouth, followed by the faint vinegar aroma of the sea bass. The huge piece of fish is eaten in a few seconds, and the aftertaste is endless.

Before Qingxuan could ask, Meng Hongyi was already full of praise.

"The fish is too fresh and tender, and the sauce tastes just right, not at all inferior to the chefs in the restaurants outside!"

Qingxuan smiled and looked at Meng Hongyi.

Then, he suddenly found something wrong in the words, "Since when have you eaten at the restaurant outside?"

This question was really sudden, and Meng Hongyi coughed dryly with the fish still in his mouth.

"I—I'm just making an analogy."

After all, Meng Hongyi can't say that the chef's cooking is better than that of a five-star hotel.

After thinking about it carefully, Qing Xuan felt relieved.

Meng Hongyi was his sword spirit, and he would sense every move he made on weekdays, and even concealed it when he acted privately... As far as his current skills were concerned, it was really impossible to do it.