When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Soaking in Thunder Pond is a good idea, although people infected with magic patterns may not be able to bear it.

Peak Master Qingyuan pondered for a moment, silently recorded this method in his heart, and planned to discuss it with the senior brother in charge later. But looking at the vengeful look on the supervisor's soldier's face, he didn't agree to this matter indiscriminately. After explaining the whole story, he asked the two of them: "I have to send Elder Yuan to the Law Enforcement Hall. Going together?"

Yun Qingyue thought about it, and followed Master Qingyuan for a walk, and finally met Master Qingxiao in the gloomy and majestic Law Enforcement Hall. It's just that the two met Peak Lord Qingyuan first, so they knew almost everything they should know.

The two of them had seen other people who were infected with magic patterns. Everyone's degree of infection was different, but it was still a bit worse than that of Huigan back then. And among these people, the cultivation level is as high as distracted body, and as low as Jindan Yuanying. The former can take the risk of being sent to the Thunder Pool for a dip, but the latter doesn't even have this only chance, because their cultivation base is too low, and they might be electrocuted to death as soon as they get off the Thunder Pool.

The two sighed endlessly, and asked the head of the house, but there was no better way to contain them, so they had to arrest him first and lock him up.

The head of Qingxiao was still stable, and in turn comforted the two of them: "It's okay, I have ordered to open some of the sect guards, and the disciples in the sect will check them one by one later, so the situation will not continue to worsen." of."

The two had no choice but to nod their heads, and when they heard that the guardian array was opened, they completely gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

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Knowing almost what they wanted to know, Jiang Mo and the two also left and went back. The reason was ready-made - the Ziyun Peak of the overseer was just destroyed, and the two of them wanted to go back to rest. Fortunately, Ziyun finished the rest. Peak settled.

In fact, most of the Xuanqing Sect is Lingfeng, and there is no shortage of Ziyun Peak, and even Ziyun Peak's conditions are not very good. According to the wishes of the sect leader and Peak Master Qingyuan, the supervisor can completely pick a new spiritual peak, and there is no need to rest the flattened mountain. It's just that the little tiger insisted, and the two couldn't say anything more, so they had to watch them leave.

On the way back to Ziyun Peak, Jiang Mo and the two of them hardly spoke, they were unusually quiet.

In fact, it wasn't just the two of them who were quiet, but the entire Xuanqing Sect—just as Qingyuan Peak Master said, people in the Xuanqing Sect were panicked, and everyone began to shut their doors behind closed doors. The monks who flew around in the past disappeared, and even the cranes that used to travel were also missing. If it weren't for the twittering of insects and birds underfoot, it would be depressing to be put to death.

Jiang Mo hated this depressing atmosphere from the bottom of her heart, so when she saw her Ziyun Peak that had been flattened in half, she stretched out her hand and gestured: "Ayue, do you think we should restore it as before, or re-squeeze it?" shape?"

Yun Qingyue was a little absent-minded, and replied casually: "You can do whatever you want, as long as you think it's good?"

Jiang Mo was a little dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude, but too many things happened today, and her Ziyun Peak was indeed not that important in comparison. So Jiang Mo, who was still excited just now, suddenly lost interest, and she sighed: "That's fine, anyway, the top of the mountain has been chipped, and I don't bother to pinch it again, just let it be flat like this."

Yun Qingyue's mind was indeed not here, but he couldn't help being surprised when he heard this: "Well, it doesn't have to be like this."

Jiang Mo waved her hand. She didn't care much about the place where she lived. She took care of Ziyun Peak and the Hall of Supervisors beautifully, but she just hoped that one day she could bring her senior sister back to her nest. As a result, the senior sister seems to have got it now, but the nest is gone, and the senior sister doesn't seem to care too much. Her enthusiasm has disappeared by seven or eight points, and the whole tiger is wilting.

Seeing this, Yun Qingyue also began to reflect on his attitude, realizing that his answer just now might really be too perfunctory. She took Jiang Mo's hand, squeezed it, and coaxed, "Okay, when I get back, I'll clean it up with you, okay?"

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The external situation is changing, but to put it bluntly, even if the sky in the cultivation world collapses, there will still be those big sects and powerful forces to take it up, and no matter what, it will not fall on the two hundred-year-old juniors.

Putting aside these worries, the current days are still relatively leisurely for the two of them.

After Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue returned to Ziyun Peak, they started to clean up. Fortunately, Elder Yuan's sword just fell on the top of the mountain, and only the top of the mountain was cut off. The Hall of Supervisors on the top of the mountain is gone, but anyway, the impact on the entire Ziyun Peak is not too great—at least it is surrounded by Compared with those other spiritual peaks, Ziyun Peak, which was originally a head taller and became a bird, has only been cut off.

The two of them landed on the flat top of the mountain, with black fertile soil under their feet, occasionally a few rocks were mixed in the soil, and they were evenly cut by Elder Yuan's sword.

Yun Qingyue stepped on the flat ground, looked around, and finally said: "Actually, the top of the mountain can be flatter, but it is easier to build a house."

Jiang Mo himself said before that he would let the top of the mountain be flat, but now that Yun Qingyue really planned it this way, he felt dissatisfied again. She walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down, muttering: "Look at my Ziyun Peak, full of spiritual energy and lush vegetation. It's just that the top of the mountain has been cut off, it's like someone's hair has been cut, and it's straight bald."

This metaphor is vivid enough. Although there is almost no danger of hair loss among monks, there are always some people who have gone wrong in their cultivation and have various problems in their bodies. Among them, baldness is one item, so Yun Qingyue can easily think of the picture...

Just, a little image, and a little funny.

Yun Qingyue took two steps forward, took Jiang Mo's hand, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it won't be like this."

After saying this, before Jiang Mo could say anything else, she raised her hand, and she spilled a large piece of seeds. The breeze driven by spiritual power evenly blows the seeds down on the flat and empty mountain top, and then with Yun Qingyue's hand pinching, a small spiritual rain technique is immediately formed, and the fine and dense rain is on Ziyun Peak. up and down.

Jiang Mo vaguely guessed what the senior sister was going to do, she stretched out her hand, and a trace of spiritual rain fell into her palm with coolness. The spiritual rain fell on the body but it was wet but not wet. The breeze accompanied the drizzle and rolled up the corners of the two people's clothes, entangled endlessly.

The spiritual rain produced by the Little Spiritual Rain Technique is not too much, covering the peak of Ziyun Peak, and the spirit rain contained in the scattered spiritual rain is not too much. For a high-level monk like Jiang Mo, it is not even enough for her to breathe in one breath, but this thin aura is enough for a low-level Lingzhi... Coincidentally, Ziyunhua, which is a spice, is a A low-level spiritual plant.

So under Jiang Mo's gaze, the seeds that Yun Qingyue had just sprinkled were full of water and nutrients one by one. They began to take root and sprout, and in just a few breaths of time, a layer of new green covered the originally desolate land.

The growth of life is always particularly eye-catching, and Jiang Mo's attention is completely attracted by these newborn lives.

On the other side, Yun Qingyue's hands did not stop, in addition to Xiaoling's rain technique, he also made a magic trick to give birth. So the seeds, which had grown extremely fast, grew faster all of a sudden. The sprouts that just emerged turned into seedlings in a blink of an eye, and gradually grew taller and became mature plants. The small green leaves stretch out, and after a while, the branches bear lavender buds...

Jiang Mo recognized it, and all the senior sister sprinkled were Ziyunhua seeds. Moreover, under the blessing of spells, these low-level spiritual plants grew wildly, and they were already budding in just a few breaths.

The little tiger's eyes were bright, and he waited for a while, and sure enough, the purple cloud bloomed.

Ziyunhua was originally used as a spice. The monks collected the flowers to make a sachet, which has a refreshing effect. At this moment, a large number of flowers are blooming, and the breeze blows over the newly bloomed flowers, and there is a faint fragrance immediately.

Jiang Mo likes this taste very much, although with the improvement of her cultivation base, such low-level spiritual herbs have long been excluded from her consumption. But maybe it was because Yun Qingyue gave her a purple cloud flower sachet back then, she has always liked this fragrance, and even planted this low-level spiritual grass all over her entire spiritual peak.

At that time, she planted a mountain of flowers, hoping to wait for someone to come back and show her. Now that the person came back, her mountain was destroyed, but the person replanted a purple cloud flower with his own hands.

Jiang Mo's heart suddenly rose with eagerness, which made her depressed, and her whole heart warmed up.

Beside him, Yun Qingyue raised his hand and brushed over a clump of purple cloud flowers growing at his feet, and his fingertips swept over the delicate lavender petals, as if he was also tainted with that delicate fragrance. She turned her head to look at Jiang Mo, with a smile on her face: "Look, the top of the mountain is not bald now, how about this?"

The two of them were originally standing in a wasteland, but who can call a monk with extraordinary means, and they stood surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers in a short time. Rao Jiang Mo's girl has a limited heart, and she can't stop her heartbeat at this time. She also turned her head back, staring at Yun Qingyue with scorching eyes, her golden eyes were full of affection under the sun: "Very beautiful..."

Yun Qingyue also became happy when she heard the words, her eyebrows and eyes slightly curved. Immediately afterwards, she felt her waist tighten, but Jiang Mo grabbed her waist and hugged her into her arms. At the same time, the man approached, breathed and smelled each other, and quickly posted a warm and soft...