When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Since he promised his senior sister to be quiet these days, Jiang Mo naturally had no intention of going back on his word. So on the second day, she just stayed in the small courtyard obediently, not running back with the system - in fact, even if she wanted to, she couldn't help it, Yun Qingyue made up her mind to teach her a lesson, yesterday After the poisonous agouti was detoxified, she didn't care about the pain left by the sequelae, and it made the little milk tiger suffer for a whole day.

The poison of the poisonous agouti is very tricky. Even if the poison is cured, it seems to be cured at first and it will not hurt anymore, but as long as the place where the poisonous thorn is pierced is touched, it will hurt again. It can take as short as three days and as long as half a month, and the pain will gradually disappear.

Of course, the pain of this kind of sequelae does not harm the body, so even the system has no good way to repair it.

Jiang Mo also suffered a lot last night. Who made her get so many punctures that she couldn't even lie down to sleep at night. She had no choice but to take a nap while standing or sitting, and if she accidentally fell asleep, she would scream in pain immediately.

So on the second day, even though she had cultivated herself now, the whole tiger was wilted. In addition to taking the time to slap the system twice to vent his grievances, he also gave up on going to the back mountain to thump today. It's just that what she didn't expect was that when Yun Qingyue kept her, he didn't intend to let her stay in the small courtyard in a daze, but planned to take her out.

Perhaps she has digested what she learned from listening to the master's sermon a few days ago, and Yun Qingyue did not go to the wing room to retreat this day, but resumed the daily routine of practicing swords in the morning... The beautiful woman dancing with the sword is a pleasure to watch.

Apart from not being able to lie down and appreciate it, Jiang Mo felt that there was nothing wrong with such a daily life, and his heart was peaceful.

Yun Qingyue ignored the eyes that followed her all the time, she held the Qingshuang Sword in her hand, and practiced the sword skills she had already mastered by heart one by one. Either chopping or stabbing, or wiping or peeling, every move has been perfectly natural in her hands. But gradually, the original perfect swordsmanship has changed, it is still chopping, stabbing, wiping, or slicing, but there is an indescribable implication blending into it.

Until under the rising sun, she froze half of the cliff with a sword without spiritual power, and her icy sword intent had already taken shape--sword intent is something that not everyone, even the Nascent Soul cultivator, can understand. If she can comprehend, this step in advance is enough to prove her outstanding talent.

Even though Yun Qingyue had a cold personality and was not used to being happy with his appearance, at this moment Liuli's eyes were inevitably tinged with joy.

Naturally, Jiang Mo couldn't understand these things. She didn't have the inheritance memory of Baihu, so she was very unfamiliar with everything in the cultivation world. Whether this sword uses spiritual power or sword intent, she can't tell, and she doesn't understand what it means for Jin Danqi to comprehend the sword intent. However, her eyes were sharp, and she saw the rare emotions in Liuli's eyes, so she also became inexplicably happy.

Xu Shi got used to it when he was a human being, but the little white tiger suddenly stood up, freed up two front paws and slapped his hands with "slaps", and at the same time yelled a few times, as if he was doing that for Yun Qingyue before. A sword applauded in general.

When Yun Qingyue heard the sound and looked over, and saw that it was Little White Tiger applauding her, she couldn't help being startled—she has been practicing swordsmanship for 30 years, and she often has breakthroughs, but because of her cold temper and one unreliable My master often breaks through and there is no one to share the joy with. This was the first time that someone...or a tiger applauded for her the first time she broke through, congratulating her.

Those cold glazed eyes were stained with warmth at this moment, and it was rare to be tender and gentle: "Thank you."

Jiang Mo paused in applauding, then tilted his head slightly, not quite understanding why Yun Qingyue would thank him. But when she met those eyes, she suddenly couldn't remember any doubts, and only felt her heart beat a few beats faster.

The corners of Yun Qingyue's pursed lips were slightly curved, as if smiling, but these emotions did not last long. She quickly regained her composure, and then she drew her sword and waved at the little white tiger: "Today I'm going to the Taoist hall, how about going together?"

Jiang Mo was still immersed in the rare smile of his senior sister, but when he suddenly heard the words "Wenting Hall", he suddenly woke up with a jolt.

The system followed the host, and he was admiring the beauty of the senior sister at first, but at this moment, he immediately yelled: "Host host, why did the senior sister suddenly go to the Taoist Hall? Did she know something? Or after talking for so many days, she finally pulled out Konglaiqiuhou settled the score?" Before Jiang Mo could respond, it became even more flustered, and continued to murmur: "It's over, what should I do, what should I do?"

Jiang Mo was panicked at first, but when he saw the system's anxious appearance, he became even more panicked—killing a few colorful chickens is not a big deal, but at this moment, the little milk tiger is like a child who made a mistake, facing Adults are naturally nervous.

In the end, instead of stepping forward, she took two steps back.

Yun Qingyue couldn't guess what she was thinking, so after thinking for a while, he took out a bottle of elixir from the storage ring: "Okay, I have painkillers here, after taking the poison of the poisonous agouti rat It won't hurt anymore, don't be afraid."

Obviously, Yun Qingyue misunderstood that Jiang Mo was afraid of pain and refused to approach her, and also felt that the little milk tiger had learned enough lessons yesterday.

But Jiang Mo was startled when he heard the words, and then looked at her with resentment—the agreed sequelae can only be borne by himself? I trust you so much, but you still refuse to give me the medicine and let me hurt, it's too bad!

The little white tiger got angry, and the little white tiger ignored the senior sister. The little white tiger turned around and only left the furry back of the senior sister.

This reaction was so obvious that Yun Qingyue immediately guessed what she was angry about. But the white tiger is still too young even if it is a divine beast, and the cubs will not listen to persuasion, and they must learn the lesson unless they suffer a lot... This is the experience Yun Qingyue summed up from the young disciples of Mingxia Peak. If it is used on a little white tiger whose intelligence is not inferior to that of a human being, it must not be much worse.

Therefore, Yun Qingyue didn't feel regretful because of the little white tiger's resentful and accusing eyes. She stepped forward and squatted down, stretched out her slender index finger and poked the little white tiger's back where it hadn't been pricked by the poisonous thorn: " What, are you angry?"

The little white tiger snorted, but he didn't have enough confidence.

Yun Qingyue didn't explain anything, and softened his cold tone a little: "Don't be angry, take medicine first, okay?"

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The little white tiger's anger didn't last long, because in a sense, she is quite easy to coax—as a tiger with a face control, the cold beauty she considers will gently persuade you not to be angry, no matter how old you are The anger also had to be extinguished.

Of course, if a certain tiger ran to the back kitchen of Wendaotang to do the massacre, she just didn't have enough confidence.

Fortunately, Yun Qingyue did not mention this matter. On the contrary, after feeding the little milk tiger with painkillers and holding the tiger cub into her arms, she mentioned the reason why she went to Wendaotang today: "Although Wendaotang is The place where beginner disciples get enlightened, but in addition to enlightenment, every ten days there will also be Daoist Jindan who will go to Wendaotang to give lectures to the disciples of the foundation establishment and Qi refining period of the inner and outer sects. Originally, it was almost my turn, and this time Tiandaozong and Fozong Some people are also in the sect, and as a rule, the head of the sect will not prevent them from listening to the sermon, so I simply moved the date of the sermon forward."

The Xuanqing Sect is a big sect, from the ancestors of the Mahayana period to the young disciples who have not yet drawn their spirits, there are tens of thousands of people in the whole sect. Among them, there are more than a thousand Jindan monks. Naturally, their cultivation base is not very high, but they are the mainstay of a sect.

And Jindan and Jindan are also different. In the sect, there are monks who are still trapped in the early stages of life, and there are also geniuses like Yun Qingyue who have reached the Great Consummation at a young age. The talents of the two are naturally very different, and what is even more frightening is the difference in their current realms—both are preaching, preaching at the early stage of Jindan when his lifespan is about to expire, and preaching at the peak of Jindan at a young age. Nature is also very different.

In order not to hinder Yun Qingyue's cultivation, she was seldom scheduled to give lectures on weekdays, but now that the sect has guests, she, a young genius, will naturally be on top. Otherwise, asking an old Jindan to go up to preach and be listened to by geniuses from other sects, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous?

Jiang Mo understood and was relieved, as long as she didn't take her to Wendaotang Qiuhou to settle the score.

Yun Qingyue Yujian, one person and one tiger, soon arrived outside the Wendao Hall, and heard a burst of noise across Jiangmo. When Yun Qingyue landed with her in his arms, he could clearly see the bustling crowds in Wendao Hall. Moreover, the ones who came today were some adult disciples, many of whom looked much older than Yun Qingyue, but none of the little luotou who came to attend the class on weekdays was missing.

The little white tiger straightened up, stepped on Yun Qingyue's shoulders with two front paws, looked around and saw several people from Tiandaozong and Fozong.

Seeing Yun Qingyue's arrival, the noisy disciples suddenly fell silent, and many people who were sitting cross-legged on the futons also stood up, saluting her and saying hello: "I have met Senior Sister."

Yun Qingyue nodded slightly, and walked all the way to the high platform of preaching from the path that the disciples gave way to.

People from Tiandaozong and Fozong occupied the first row under the high platform. Before Yun Qingyue went up to the high platform, they bumped into them head-on. However, due to Yun Qingyue's reputation as a cold and cold fairy, those people did not talk much with Yun Qingyue, and soon after the two sides greeted each other, she carried the white tiger to the podium.

There were also futons on the podium. Yun Qingyue sat down first, and then everyone in the audience also sat down. This is a rule, and it is also the respect of the preacher for the preacher, and it has nothing to do with the identity and cultivation of the two parties.

After everyone sat down, Wendaotang, which was still noisy, suddenly quieted down, and all pairs of burning eyes were cast on Yun Qingyue. At this time, a gust of wind passed by, except for the wind blowing the leaves and the chirping of birds, it could be called a needle drop.

Yun Qingyue caressed the white tiger's back with one hand, his eyes calmly swept across the audience, and he didn't take a second look at the people from Tiandao Sect and Fo Sect.

Her gaze was calm but cold, and those who looked at her inadvertently were almost shocked by the coldness in her eyes. But following this glance, everyone calmed down, and no one was distracted by her identity or appearance. Then she began to preach, talking about getting into the body, training the foundation, talking about the natural way of teaching, and talking about the perception of artistic conception...

Disciples who often come to Wendaotang to listen to the sermons know that in the Taoist hall where the elder sister does not have many sermons, the content of her lectures seems to always be the same, but every time she listens to it, it gives people completely different perceptions.

It's a pity that Jiang Mo couldn't understand these things at all, she only heard clouds and mist, specious.

Today's weather is fine, the sky is bright and the air is clear, and the wind is warm...Last night, I was tormented by the pain and didn't have a good rest. The little white tiger nestled in the arms of the senior sister and listened to the heavenly scriptures. He was hypnotized by the beautiful voice.

Jiang Mo's eyelids drooped, and he felt like he was back in class. It's just that she was lucky this time. The teacher in this class is not only good-looking, but also has a nice voice. Not only does the voice sound good, but it also makes her nest in her arms. Not only can she be nestled in her arms, she will not listen to the lecture and doze off, and she will not be called up to answer questions!

Gradually, the carefree little white tiger finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep completely. I don't know how long after that, she turned over in the arms of her senior sister, belly up, and was rubbed by the senior sister to her soft belly.

The breeze was blowing, and everyone sat down on the stage, and the man on the stage was stroking the white tiger and talking, the picture was very beautiful for a moment.