When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Of course, Zhiming Shenjun would not harm Jiang Mo, and the bottle of Qingyuan Essence left behind was indeed for her to use. But a normal divine beast is born as a Nascent Soul, and if converted to level 40 or higher, how can it be compared with Jiang Mo today?

In the words of the system, even if the host occupies the body of the white tiger beast, her soul is just an ordinary alien soul, which is completely incomparable with the beast bred by the heaven and earth. Therefore, even if her body could bear the tonic of Qingyuan Essence, her soul couldn't bear it, and it was the soul that exploded.

Jiang Mo was helpless, no matter how unwilling he was, he did not dare to take such a risk. So Little White Tiger reluctantly handed over the bottle of Qingyuan Essence to Yun Qingyue in the end, letting her keep it for him.

Yun Qingyue looked at the little white tiger who suddenly became wilted, a little confused, so when he received the returned Qingyuan spirit marrow, he frowned even more—little white tiger clearly wanted it just now, but how could he not be interested after opening it and sniffing it? ? Could it be that, like the spirit herbs she found, this little guy refused to eat them, and decided on Yangyuan Pill? !

Thinking of this, Yun Qingyue was a little worried, couldn't help but hold up the little white tiger, and asked, "You don't like it?"

Jiang Mo wanted to cry when she heard the words, she liked it very much, but what can she do if she can't eat? She also had no choice but to put on a bitter face, and whispered a few words of "Aww", then raised her tiger paw and patted Qing Yuan's marrow, and then patted Yun Qingyue's storage ring, signaling her to put it away.

For some reason, Yun Qingyue saw something from that furry tiger face. She had a vague guess in her mind, so she tentatively asked: "You mean you don't dislike it, but you can't eat it?"

The little milk tiger looked at her in surprise, then nodded, feeling extremely miserable.

Seeing this, Yun Qingyue was thoughtful, and then didn't delve into it any further. After putting away the Qingyuan Essence, he rushed to Tianyang Peak with his sword again.

Xuanqing Sect is the top three sects in Zhengdao Xianzong, and there are five peaks under it, namely Tianyang Peak, Mingxia Peak, Luoxing Peak, Qingyun Peak and Qionghua Peak. Among the five peaks, Tianyang Peak is the head, and it is also where the masters of the past dynasties are inherited. Each of the four peaks under its jurisdiction has its own peak master. In addition to the five peaks, the elders who have reached Yuanying are also eligible to be allocated their own territory, which is the Little Spirit Peak that surrounds the five peaks.

All in all, Xuanqingzong occupied a large mountain range. Looking from the sky, Yu Jian could only see the undulating mountains under his feet, with many peaks and peaks, and he didn't know how many thousands of miles away they were. Among them, the five peaks are the most conspicuous, towering straight into the sky.

Yun Qingyue hugged the little white tiger and went straight to Tianyang Peak, the most majestic and steepest among the five peaks. Yu Jian didn't stop when he passed the square halfway up the mountain, but went straight to the Lingyun Temple on the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, the magnificent and simple palace comes into view.

As soon as Yun Qingyue jumped off the flying sword with the little white tiger in his arms, a junior brother in a white background and blue border Zongmen uniform came up to meet him. The latter bowed to Yun Qingyue first, and was about to ask her why she came as usual, when his eyes fell on the little white tiger and he couldn't take it away—this little junior's determination was obviously not as strong as that of Zhiming Shenjun, and he pointed at the little white tiger , Na na can't make a sentence: "This, this..."

Yun Qingyue didn't care about his impoliteness, and took the initiative to say: "Qingyue asks to see the Master Master of the sect master, and also asks Junior Brother Liao to pass it on."

Junior brother Liao was still a little dazed when he heard the words, and nodded his head a half beat later. But before he turned around to look for the head pass, he heard a deep voice from Lingyun Hall: "No need, come in, Qingyue."

Yun Qingyue heard that it was the voice of the senior master of the sect, so it was not too surprising - the master master of the sect was not as sensitive to the beasts as the master Zhiming, but she entered the sect with the white tiger in her arms. Ming Shenjun, the master master of the sect is naturally not ignorant. Maybe the other party has been waiting for her here for a long time.

With a promise, Yun Qingyue didn't hesitate, and walked over with the curious little white tiger in his arms.

In the main hall, the head of Qing Xiao, who was dressed in white, looked very young, and he was born with a handsome appearance and an extraordinary appearance. Looking at that noble body in a daze, one would think that he is a son of a family from somewhere, but if you look closely, you will see from him a calmness that is different from young people, and a dignified demeanor that is unique to a high-ranking person.

Yun Qingyue was obviously very familiar with this uncle, so he didn't stare at the other person's face too much, and bowed his head slightly while holding the little white tiger in his arms, and said, "Qingyue has met the uncle in charge."

But the little white tiger was very curious, staring at Qing Xiao's face for a while, but silently guessing the other party's age in his heart.

Qing Xiao nodded, telling her not to be too polite, and then shifted her gaze from Yun Qingyue to Xiao Baihu. Sure enough, he wasn't surprised, and he knew Yun Qingyue's intentions. After pondering for a while, he stretched out his hand to the little white tiger.

That hand was clean and slender, with well-defined joints, and looked three points more beautiful than the hand playing the piano...Jiang Mo is a beauty controler, and she always looks at her face, but besides her face, she actually has a little bit of hand control. So when she saw such a beautiful hand approaching her, she hardly hesitated, and raised her tiger paw to reach it.

Qing Xiao's expression eased a little, and she also knew that the beasts were born with spirits, so she asked her, "I wonder if the supervisor would like to stay in my Xuanqingzong?"

In ancient times, there were four gods, also known as the four elephants, namely Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. And the four elephants have their own names, one is Mengzhang, the other is Jianbing, the third is Lingguang, and the fourth is Zhiming. Baihu is the supervisor, although the name is not very nice, but after seeing Zhiming before, the system has given Jiang Mo a popular science, so he knows that Qingxiao is asking himself at this moment.

Jiang Mo naturally had no reluctance. Not to mention Yun Qingyue's care for her these days, now is the time when she is weak and needs to seek shelter, and it is naturally best to have Xuan Qingzong as her backer.

When she grows up in the future, if Xuan Qingzong needs her protection in turn, it is only natural for her to reciprocate.

Jiang Mo is a salty fish at heart, and she doesn't want to work hard to upgrade, but she has always been a person with clear grievances and will not take advantage of others for nothing. At this moment, she nodded at Qing Xiao in response, which meant that she had already considered the gains and losses.

Qing Xiao looked at the golden eyes of the little white tiger, but there was no ignorance of a cub in them, but a shockingly calm and composed look. He didn't think he was disobedient, but laughed heartily: "Then Xuan Qingzong will be protected by labor supervisors in the future."

The two parties thus reached a consensus, and an invisible contract was formed.

Qing Xiao doesn't mind the little white tiger's weakness at the moment. The left and right sects have accumulated a lot of natural resources and earthly treasures, and it is not impossible to support another divine beast—in fact, the only one that needs to be raised is the little white tiger. Zhi Ming is now 8,000 years old, not to mention an adult, and his strength has steadily grown to the peak of this world, which is the so-called full level of the system.

The full-level Zhiming doesn't need Xuanqingzong's support in the morning, and he even has to suppress his realm, otherwise he will ascend to the ascension... Xuanqingzong will naturally not stop him, but Zhiming's eight thousand years of feelings make Zhiming feel worried. The appearance of the white tiger coincides with its meeting.

Of course, Yun Qingyue and Jiang Mo wouldn't know this at this time, and it was impossible for Qing Xiao to tell them.

After reaching a consensus, Qing Xiao asked Xiao Baihu again: "I don't know what the supervisor's plan is in the future? Should he stay in Tianyang Peak? Or go to Zhiming Shenjun? Or, continue to be with Qingyue's nephew?"

The little white tiger looked at Qing Xiao, then at Yun Qingyue, and chose the arms of the beautiful senior sister again without hesitation.