Sacrifice

One tree, one pot of tea.

One monk, one swordsman.

Cranes spread their wings, and sandalwood is faint.

In a trance, the sound of the piano is repeated, quiet and elegant, passing through the heart like water, and the sound of the strings is earnest.

Like a spring, like a trickling stream, like a long river, like a big wave soaring into the sky, overlapping waves fly into the sky, then fall from the nine-day building, and return to the sea, the overwhelming majesty that covers the sky and the sun is coming. , captivating.

After half a ring, the sound of the piano gradually stopped.

Master Mingyu praised, "Master Puhua's piano is getting more and more beautiful."

The bodhisattva smiled, clasped his hands together, "Amitabha."

He looked at the two of them with a smile and said, "It's an honor for Puhua not to dislike Puhua's piano sound for disturbing your chess game."

Sitting opposite Master Mingyu is a middle-aged swordsman. He is thin and has a solemn face. He wears a high crown on his head and a long sword on his waist. , simple and ordinary.

At this moment, he held the sunspots in his hand, and gently dropped the sunspots on the chessboard.

It is clearly a gentle Luozi, but it carries a trace of extremely obscure sword intent. If Master Mingyu is not also a famous swordsman in the world, I am afraid that he would have ignored it.

Looking at the chess game, Master Mingyu smiled, and immediately picked up a white piece, and landed it on the chessboard with a bang.

Daoist Qinghu opened his eyes slightly, a rare smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and a sense of joy and refreshment welled up in his heart.

Master Puhua chuckled, "It's really rare, it's actually a draw."

He teased Daoist Qinghu, "You were caught up by Fellow Daoist Mingyu, is Fellow Daoist Qinghu upset?"

Daoist Qinghu didn't bother to pay attention to Puhua's jokes, his expression was light, "It's human nature."

He came here for his daughter. At this moment, her daughter's life and death are still uncertain, if her heart is not disturbed, it is not him.

Reverend Mingyu sighed slightly, she picked up the tea bowl that was placed aside, the jade-colored tea bowl reflected the white fingers of Reverend Mingyu, the green tea had a faint tea fragrance, Reverend Mingyu took a sip, his eyes slightly He closed his eyes, revealing an intoxicating smile, "Sure enough, Qingxin tea is the most pure heart, and fellow Taoist Qinghu needs to savor it carefully."

Reverend Qinghu looked at the chessboard calmly. He was a sword repairer, and Reverend Mingyu also practiced swords. Chess was just like him. The black and white pieces on the chessboard were messy, like two famous swordsmen fighting for life and death, and finally died together. .

Daoist Qinghu was silent for a long time, and then slowly said word by word, "Fellow Mingyu is right, it's rare for Puhua to produce such good tea, it's a pity not to taste it."

Puhua smiled wryly, "I just gave you two taels when I left a few days ago, you bastard, you are fooling me here again!"

Daoist Qinghu smirked, "If I don't fool you again, wouldn't it be a waste of your intention to stop me?"

Puhua laughed loudly, "If you want to leave, how can I stop you?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Master Qinghu's mouth, "So you deserve to give me two taels."

Master Mingyu snorted, smiling all over his face, "Master Puhua has nothing to say?"

Puhua shook her head again and again, and sighed sadly, "It's really a mistake to make a bad friend, a mistake to make a bad friend!!"

A gust of wind blows, and a few thin leaves fall from the top of the head.

The green leaves are still bright, but they are already withered.

Master Qinghu raised his hand and gently twisted the green leaf.

His palms are slightly long and thin, and the bones are as sharp as swords. They are light gray, reflecting the green leaf, making it even more vicissitudes.

"Tell me, why did you stop me?"

Daoist Mingyu smiled but did not answer, Puhua recited the Buddha's name, and said calmly, "I am here to Wangqinghai, fellow Taoists should know that it is for my teacher."

Daoist Qinghu nodded slightly. The glorious deeds of Zen Master Fajing spread throughout the Cangmiao Realm. Although he admired him, he was indifferent to him.

"Let's not talk about the master, but the master took away a disciple from the temple and accepted him as a direct disciple." Puhua said, "The disciple was less than 7 years old when he left the temple. It's been more than a year, about eight years old, the cultivation level is not high, and the age is still young."

He said helplessly, "After hearing that Master was trapped in Fanhua Haiping, I immediately rushed to Wangqinghai, hoping to find this junior."

Master Qinghu raised his eyebrows, and said dryly, "Zhan Master Fajing threw an eight-year-old child in the sea of ​​forgetting love, and he ran to Fanhua Haiping and was trapped?"

Immediately Master Mingyu laughed out of embarrassment, Puhua's expression remained unchanged, "Master, the old man has always acted strangely, so he should have his own intentions."

Master Qinghu snorted coldly. He felt that it was a bit too much for his two apprentices to bring their 12-year-old daughter to Wangqinghai to find opportunities.

Puhua nodded at Master Mingyu, "After the poor monk came to Wangqinghai, he got the help of fellow Taoist Mingyu, only then did he realize that the disciple had changed his name to Boye and was about to enter the secret realm of Yunming Palace. They are all Qi refining disciples. If it is safe to be careful, they are ready to wait until the trial is over before looking for them. After the opening of Yunming Palace, they even sent two Golden Core stage disciples to wait at the gate of Yunming Palace. When the leaves come out, they will be picked up immediately."

"It's just that I didn't expect that the Bodhisattva hasn't come out yet, but I waited for Fellow Daoist!" Puhua frowned slightly, "I saw that Fellow Daoist was in a hurry and was in a hurry. He seemed to be looking for something, so I stopped Fellow Daoist. After all, Mingyu Fellow Daoist is now the guest secretary of the Wangqinghai Loose Cultivation Alliance, if you need it, maybe the news of the Loose Cultivation Alliance can help you."

Master Qinghu calmed down after hearing this, "So that's the case, Qinghu was rude before, and I want to thank my old friend."

Puhua smiled faintly, "Where is there a word of thanks between you and me? After a hand-to-hand conversation with Daoist Mingyu, fellow Taoist finally calmed down."

Daoist Qinghu felt a little embarrassed, he was really dizzy before.

"I received news earlier that my daughter died in Yunming Palace."

Puhua was full of surprise, he and Master Mingyu looked at each other, "It's not yet the end date, why did fellow Taoist have received the news?"

Daoist Qinghu hesitated for a while, "The little girl's soul lamp is still intact, but one of the two disciples who came with her has died."

Master Mingyu looked at Master Qinghu in surprise, "So fellow Taoist came here in such a hurry?"

Daoist Qinghu's expression was gloomy, "She left with only one daughter left, if anything happens to Qingque, I really..."

When Master Mingyu heard the words, he changed his view of Master Qinghu a lot.

Master Puhua pondered, "All the disciples of the District Yunming Palace trial, no matter where they are when they enter, they will be at the entrance when they come out. I will send a message to the two disciples immediately and ask them to pay attention to the monks who come out to see if there are any monks who come out." The female son and disciple of fellow Taoist."

Master Qinghu said solemnly, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Master Mingyu said with a smile, "I will also let the disciples of the Loose Cultivation Alliance pay attention, it seems that someone is using Wangqinghai as a crap stick."

She raised her head and drank the tea in the tea bowl, "Speaking of which, there is still a trace of spiritual consciousness on the bell I gave to little monk Puye. If the little monk comes out, I will definitely feel it, so..."

"Huh?" She paused as she put down the tea bowl, and suddenly looked into the distance.

Puhua immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"He's out!"

He Lingfeng stared blankly at the boy in red who lay on his chest and howled, feeling a little dizzy.

"Little Red?"

Teng Xiaohong immediately raised her head, tears rolled in her eyes, her red eyes should have felt evil, but at this moment only Chunche was left, "Master!!"

He Lingfeng's expression was a little dazed, and he was beating his chest and feet deep in his heart!

—Where is my beauty in red? !Give me back the beauty in red! !

He said dryly, "Xiaohong...has already transformed?"

Teng Xiaohong tilted her head, not understanding what He Lingfeng meant, so she could only follow along, "I have built the foundation!"

He Lingfeng raised his head to look at Ke Han, "The monster race...can transform into form after building a foundation?!"

Ke Han immediately shook his head desperately, halfway through the shaking, Teng Xiaohong suddenly turned to look at him, the purity in the blood-colored eyes disappeared, leaving only gloom and threat ==

"=口=!!!" Ke Han stopped shaking his head abruptly, almost stuck his neck, and then began to nod hastily.

He Lingfeng: "..."

Due to its position, Qing Que didn't see Teng Xiaohong's murderous eyes, so she asked in puzzlement, "Big villain, what do you mean by shaking your head and nodding?"

Ke Han said dryly, "Well, it's true that the general monster race can only transform at the golden core stage, but fellow Taoist vine is very talented and has extraordinary roots, so it can transform at the foundation stage."

When He Lingfeng heard it, she understood. Fajing also said that Teng Xiaohong was not simple, so it should be normal to change form during the foundation building period.

——[Candle] What's normal! ?

Qing Que nodded ignorantly, "That's right, no wonder my father's spiritual pet is still in the shape of a beast at the golden core stage, maybe it's because of a bad bone?"

Ke Han's head is full of black lines, miss, will the sword cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage find a spiritual pet with poor bones?

But looking at Uedou Xiaohong's murderous eyes...

He said calmly, "Yes, maybe your father didn't pay much attention to spiritual pets in order to hone his own sword skills!"

Qing Que's face looked like I understood, and he didn't ask any more questions, Ke Han heaved a sigh of relief.

After He Lingfeng gave up the fantasy of the beauty in red, he looked at Teng Xiaohong again, no matter how he looked at him, he loved it. This is his own bear child. Although he is still in his infancy, he is so cute and well-behaved!

He leaned against the boulder behind him and tried his best to get up. Although Xiaohong was very important, but... ahem, clothes were more important. The sea breeze was blowing on his chest, making him feel uncomfortable.

Although there were high-end equipment in the package, He Lingfeng didn't dare to use them. His cultivation base was too low, and taking out those things would be a target, so he bought a few gray robes in the ordinary world, and now he took them out and rubbed them on his body. Wrap, wear a black belt around your waist, and then... huh?

He saw the blue pouch hanging on his belt, and he untied it with his hand.

When Qingque saw it, she immediately reached out to stop it, "Little monk, little monk!"

He Lingfeng looked at Qingque in puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

"Why did you untie it?"

"I will put away the purse that Miss Que gave me, but it must not be tied to my body."

As a monk, carrying the purse given by the girl, this is obviously the rhythm of violating the precepts!

Qingque frowned, "Why can't you bring it?"

"I am a monastic disciple."

"Monk disciple?" Qingque didn't quite understand the meaning of monk disciple, but it didn't matter, "Well, little monk, I healed your wounds before!"

"...En?" He Lingfeng blinked, "Thank you for your kindness..."

"Idiot!! I touched your body!" Qing Que blushed, she was a little shy, her eyes were extremely bright, "So, so... I will take responsibility!!"

She snatched He Lingfeng's purse, tied it up carefully again, and said boldly, "This is a keepsake. When I go back to the mountain, I will ask my father to hire you!!"

He Lingfeng & Ke Han: "..."