When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

In the canyon, there is heavy mist and flying rainbows hang high.

Different from the usual tranquility and beauty, I saw a wisp of green smoke fluttering up from the waterfall in this canyon, which made this place a little more smokey. If someone passes by from here, they can still smell the faint smell of meat in the air.

Beside the pool, a pile of firewood that had just been burned was still warm, and a man and a tiger sat around the embers of the fire. The white dragon fish that was alive and kicking before was gone, replaced by scales and fish bones scattered all over the ground. The little white tiger burped with a full face, rubbed his swollen belly again, and the last trace of unhappiness disappeared.

Yun Qingyue is not idle, she was the one who grilled the fish before, and now she is the one who cleans up the mess. With a wave of her hand, she blasted a deep pit several meters deep on the solid soil, then threw fish scales and fish bones into the pit and refilled it with soil. In the end, he still didn't forget to make a spell to dispel the spiritual power left by his spellcasting, and completely destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces.

The little white tiger was lying on the boulder, with its chin resting on its overlapping paws, and had a panoramic view of Yun Qingyue's movements. Looking at it, I couldn't hold back my curiosity, so I asked, "It's just a fish, why are you so cautious, Senior Sister?"

Yun Qingyue didn't answer, it was rare to be perfunctory.

In fact, the white dragon fish was not originally produced by Xuanqingzong. This kind of dragon fish with a trace of dragon blood comes from the East China Sea. Thousands of years ago, the ancestor of Xuanqing Zong traveled in the East China Sea and accidentally got two tails. Seeing that they were beautiful, he brought them back to the Zongmen to raise them. The white dragon fish took root in Xuanqingzong, and after thousands of years of reproduction, the two fish in the past became a pool of fish.

I don't know in which year, the spiritual pond where the white dragon fish was kept was broken, and the white dragon fish in the pond also took the opportunity to sneak out, and began to swim and take root in Xuanqingzong's mountains and rivers. At present, white dragon fish is not uncommon in Xuanqingzong, but it is not easy to find in the pool.

It can be said that the little white tiger's luck was very good, and it was this rare species that was caught with a random paw. Unlike her, she has been to this waterfall pool a hundred times, and this is only the second time she has met...

After cleaning up the mess, the little white tiger was already drowsy from the afternoon sun, his eyes half-opened and half-closed as if he had fallen asleep.

Yun Qingyue has good hearing, so when she listened carefully, she even vaguely heard snoring. She was a little amused, and thought about it for a while without disturbing the other party. Instead, she walked to the pool and took out the Snow-Covered Sword beside her to start washing the sword. The icy and snowy sword blade was caressed by the clear water of the pool, washing away the hostility generated by the fierce fighting in the past few days, and the pure cold air dispelled the scorching sun in the afternoon.

It took about a quarter of an hour before Yun Qingyue fished the Snow-covering Sword out of the water. Su Bai's palm caressed the icy sword, and the water vapor from it disappeared in an instant. She took another sword flower casually, and put the Snow-covered Sword away again.

The canyon was quiet in the afternoon, and Yun Qingyue was no longer in a hurry to practice in such an environment. She hugged her knees and sat beside the little white tiger, looking up at the clouds and clouds in the sky, and she didn't know what was on her mind. It wasn't until the time passed, the sun gradually turned to the west, and a furry tiger tail wrapped around her ankle silently, pulling her back from this trance.

"Let's go back." She withdrew her gaze from afar and said something leisurely.

The little white tiger opened his eyes, looking at her with golden eyes, his previous petulant temper had long since disappeared. She took the initiative to jump into Yun Qingyue's arms, and said to her: "It's still early, we can go back to Xiaoling Peak to have a look, the ring should not be over yet."

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Yun Qingyue carried the little white tiger away for half a day, and Zhong Heng thought they had gone back. When I was watching the ring, I suddenly found that there was someone more beside me, and I was shocked when I turned my head to look: "Senior sister, didn't you guys go back?"

"I didn't go back." Yun Qingyue replied casually, cherishing words like gold.

Half a day has passed, and it is no longer You Yi who is fighting with others in the arena at this time, maybe there will be several rounds after that. But at this moment, the two contestants in the arena are still eye-catching—two people are standing opposite each other in the arena, one in white and one in monk's robe. The one in white was Qing Yunfeng's elder brother Wen Jin, who waved his hand to set up a formation, and the arena was instantly filled with thick fog. The one in the monk's robe was a young monk, with red lips, white teeth, and a fair face like a pretty girl. With his palms folded, a faint golden light lingered all over his body, and he walked unhurriedly into the dense fog.

Seeing this scene, Zhongheng couldn't help grinning and let out a soft "hiss": "Although Senior Brother Wen has not yet reached Yuanying, I heard that he has prepared a lot for this martial arts debate, and many methods have not been used in the previous Dabi." Take it out. The formation in front of you is not easy to provoke at first glance, maybe it has been set up several times, and how many tricks have been buried, the little monk actually went in directly..."

As he spoke, Zhong Heng shook his head, with a look of reluctance to look directly at him, as if he was sure that the little monk would not be able to please him.

However, Yun Qingyue didn't think so, because the little monk was no one else, but the Buddhist disciple that the Buddhist sect had been hiding all along. She didn't believe that dignified Buddhas were so easy to deal with, but she never underestimated her senior brothers, so she stared more carefully.

Under her influence, the little white tiger also stared at the ring with burning eyes, but one minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed... After a cup of tea, the little white tiger finally lost his patience. Because Wen Jin was the only one standing there in the ring, pinching a few incomprehensible hand moves from time to time, and he didn't know what he was doing. And the little monk who entered the dense fog hadn't come out until now, let alone the exciting fights.

In this way, it's okay to stare at it for a while, but it's really boring after a long time. Especially the little white tiger is not a patient tiger, he finally moved his eyes away from the thick fog, and started to stare left and right at the ring.

Unexpectedly, the little white tiger glanced over the names of the two opponents in the ring, only to remember that he still didn't know the name of the little monk. So she fixed her eyes and took a closer look, only to see the word "Tan Xin" opposite Wen Jin's name... It turned out that the little monk was called Tan Xin, which didn't sound bad, but it was a bit strange.

Just as she thought of this, she caught a glimpse of a figure on the ring in a trance, and raised her eyes to see if it wasn't the little monk Tanxin coming out of the thick fog, so what? What was even more surprising was that his clothes were neat and calm as before, as if he had just walked around in the thick fog without encountering any danger.

But how is this possible? !

When Wen Jin, who was on the stage, saw him, his face changed several times, and his eyes seemed to be filled with disbelief.

Tan Xin has a normal face, and she still doesn't change her expression when facing the ugly Wen Jin, her attitude can even be called peaceful. It was as if he was not in the arena at all, but reunited with his old friends under the arena, gentle and calm.

Finally, Wen Jin made a move. I saw him taking a deep breath, but he didn't make a move after that, but surrendered: "Brother Tan Xin's cultivation is so advanced that I can't match it, so I surrender here."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the arena. It was obvious that the audience did not expect such a result.

And it is normal for everyone to be surprised and uproar, because this competition is really too peaceful. There was no flash of swords, no spells flying together, just one person threw out the array, and one person walked around in the dense fog. Except for some formation masters, most of the people present didn't understand what happened, let alone why Wen Jin gave up in such a good way? !

In fact, Wen Jin admits defeat and admits that he is not wronged at all. Even though he himself is unwilling, he has to admit that he has nothing to do with Tan Xin. Because just now, Tan Xin walked into his overlapping formation, but nothing worked except for the maze—the phantom formation failed to confuse him, the sleepy formation failed to trap him, and the killing formation did not even work from the beginning to the end. is triggered.

Outsiders don't know, but Wen Jin, who manipulates the formation, understands that Tan Xin really walked through his formation once. At most, it was his own adjustments that played a little role, making the road he walked a little longer and took a little more time, but the rest was unharmed.

What does this mean? This means that the little monk has seen through his formation, or he is not affected by the formation at all!

Wen Jin couldn't believe it, but in the end he had to admit that after losing the power of the formation, the possibility of winning this victory was very slim. Moreover, he admired the little monk's calm and unobtrusive method, so he simply gave himself two points of face and stopped entanglement, and jumped off the ring decisively after admitting defeat.

Seeing this, the little monk Tan Xin was still unfazed. He put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name, and then calmly walked down from the ring. It wasn't until facing the congratulations from the brothers that he grinned, revealing a shallow dimple.

The little white tiger was silent for a long time, looked up at Yun Qingyue and Zhong Heng, and asked, "Did you understand what happened just now?"

With a deep expression on his face, Zhong Heng nodded and said: "I can see that this young monk has quite a deep knowledge of formation."

Xiao Baihu felt that he had said something nonsense, but after thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have summed it up quite well. She blinked her eyes, always felt that the arena was very lonely, and the little monk Tanxin didn't reveal his details at all—it doesn't count if he is proficient in formations, he himself is not a formation master, and neither is the senior sister. They don't know how to fight with formations, knowing that these are useless.

Yun Qingyue seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, rubbed the little white tiger's head and said: "It's not useless. At least I know that Tan Xin is proficient in formations. In future battles, I won't be able to use the dark sword formation as a backup .”

That's right, when confronting You Yi, the senior sister used the sword formation to blow up the opponent once she came back.

The little white tiger nodded, satisfied, and nestled in the arms of his senior sister to watch the next ring. Occasionally, when I feel that my mouth is free, I can eat ice lotus seeds or milk fragrant fruit. After all, I can watch the ring with relish.

On the other hand, Zhong Heng, who watched the battle seriously before, had a rigorous attitude, but the little white tiger around him ate and drank, and he was greedy for him who had already been fed up. So he glanced at the senior sister, and then quietly poked the little white tiger with his hand, and when the latter looked over, he stretched out his hand to her confidently—it's nothing to be embarrassed about, he also asked the supervisor to eat candied haws before, didn't he?

The little white tiger obviously still remembered this, glanced at Zhong Heng, and silently grabbed a handful of ice lotus seeds for him. Then there were two people who watched the competition and ate the snacks. After the ice lotus seeds entered, Zhong Heng discovered that the snacks were actually third-order spiritual plants.