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Chapter 122 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (7)

The little white rabbit stared at him with a pair of red rabbit eyes.

Very innocent.

The little white rabbit who got into the underwear and misbehaved just now is not like her.

Qi Sheng chuckled, couldn't help but touched Bai Guaiguai's ears again, then stuffed the white rabbit into the quilt that was glowing with cool sandalwood, and stroked its belly through the quilt.

"Okay, just stop making trouble and go to sleep."

In the past few days, Guaiguai has been entangled with people tightly. As soon as he came back, he jumped on him and tried to teach him a lesson, but he had a pair of innocent and pitiful red eyes.

It makes people unable to let go.

In the middle of the night, Qingya Mountain began to rain lightly.

The patter of rain moistened the air in the mountains, and wisps of breeze came in from the open window, and the cool chill made people sleep better.

Qi Sheng was woken up by a gust of cool mountain wind.

He opened his eyes in a daze, moved his arms slightly, as if he had touched something, turned his head, and Qi Sheng's sleepy eyes suddenly narrowed.

The middle coat on his body was opened in a mess, and the mountain wind blew on his skin, causing a cold shiver on his skin, but what disturbed Ji Sheng even more was the hand that was pressed across his waist.

The arms are like lotus roots, crystal clear and white.

Ke Qisheng was so frightened that his heart was beating wildly.

The woman's sleeping face was peaceful, her long curled eyelashes drooped unconsciously, she seemed to be sleeping soundly, her breathing was even, and her beautiful collarbone rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

The demon king is naturally very good-looking.

Slender eyebrows, crescent-like, thin red lips like a spring begonia, just right rosy, white and smooth skin, like wild water chestnut flesh growing out of water.

Qi Sheng gradually relaxed his vigilance, but he didn't dare to touch the demon king's body again.

He sat a foot away from the demon king with a blushing face, his eyes involuntarily fell on the demon king's fair neck and surrounding cold white skin.

After hesitating for a long time, he still stepped forward timidly, covering the porcelain-white shimmer with the quilt.

Sitting cross-legged, Qi Sheng closed his eyes tightly, he had to recite the Qingxin Jue three times before he dared to open his eyes.

Where is there any other happy demon king?

The sound of rain outside the window was continuous, and the cold rain seemed to be dripping into Qi Sheng's heart. A coldness spread from the tip of his heart, making him feel empty and uncomfortable.

The next day, the mountain rain did not stop.

The entire Qingya Mountain was covered with rain and mist, and the moss in the forest was wet. Most of the disciples in the sect could not form a golden shield to shelter from the rain, so they all gathered in Yuhu Pavilion to practice.

Qi Sheng was summoned to Yuhu Pavilion by the senior brother in charge.

He urges all the disciples to practice the golden shield.

Zeyang is also among the disciples in monk clothes, =.

He is quite talented, and has already comprehended the mantra of the Golden Gauntlet, so when everyone was practicing the Golden Gauntlet, he was studying the magic weapon he picked from the Treasure Pavilion a few days ago.

There are many magical artifacts in Mount Qingya, and the Zangbao Pavilion has six floors dedicated to holding magical artifacts.

Among them, swords, axes, hammers, etc. are low-grade magic weapons. The higher the attic is, the more difficult it is to control the magic weapons, and the more complicated and difficult to learn the formulas required to control the magic weapons.

Qingya Mountain has no restrictions on the selection of magic weapons, every disciple has the right to choose.

But if after choosing the magic weapon, if you can't understand the formula of the magic weapon within ten days, then you can only say that you have no chance with the magic weapon and you have to return it to the Treasure Pavilion.

Ordinary disciples in the sect with low talents, even if they have selected a high-level magic weapon, it is useless if they cannot understand the magic formula.

What's the point of an artifact that can't be driven by you?

Zeyang noticed the frequent glances from the teacher and uncle who was due to be born, and felt a little happy in his heart. When his gaze swept over, he smiled brightly back.

He has always regarded Uncle Qisheng as a role model in practice, so he chose the same high-level magic weapon as Uncle Qisheng-Nine-curved chain lock.

There is only one magic weapon on the sixth floor of Zangbao Pavilion, which is the nine-curved chain lock.

In the beginning, there were two sets of nine-twist chain locks on the Treasure Pavilion.

One of the sets is now in the hands of the apprentice uncle.

I heard that it only took three hours for Uncle Qisheng to unlock the formula in the Nine-Twist Chain Lock.

He was a little ashamed, he had been studying it for three days, not to mention the supreme formula inside the lock, he hadn't even been able to comprehend and unlock the nine-twist chain lock.

When Qi Sheng glanced over inadvertently again, Ze Yang blushed a little, he stood up blushingly, and walked over to humbly ask for advice.

"Uncle, can you give Ze Yang some advice?"

Many disciples came after hearing the reputation.

Seeing the nine-curved chain lock in Zeyang's hand, they all showed fear and sigh.

The Jiuqu Chain Lock is the treasure of Qingya Mountain. It is rumored that it was left behind by the founder of Qingya Mountain before he became immortal.

However, it is also very difficult to unlock the nine-twist chain lock to obtain the magic formula inside.

Many of them have tried and failed.

Although they are reluctant to give up and unwilling to give up, if this high-level magic weapon cannot be penetrated, it will be nothing but scrap metal to them!
Qi Sheng's advice to Ze Yang was exactly the same as that of the disciple who came to him with a nine-curved chain lock to solve his doubts.

"Nine-curved chain, transforming everything. These nine beads contain a relic left by the immortal ancestor. If you can find this relic, the nine-curved chain will be unlocked."

Ze Yang frowned slightly, and looked at the nine identical Buddhist beads: "How did the uncle find this relic back then?"

"When you put your heart into it, use it with no intention, use it with no intention, use it with no intention, use it with nothing when you often use it, observe yourself at ease, and keep your true heart, and you will be able to see."

"Thank you, uncle, for pointing out the maze." Ze Yang knew that it would be a violation of the rules to ask further, so he bowed humbly and returned to his futon.

It was raining lightly at noon, and Nan Xian returned to the demon king's body.

Laziness stretched his waist, refreshed.

She cast a small spell to clean the cage, and threw out all the fruits and vegetables that someone who always liked to forget a few days ago secretly poked and placed beside her prison.

Ze Yang walked in to eat nervously, and was almost hit by a peach flying towards him.

The forehead was rubbed a little, and it hurt a little. He rubbed the forehead that was hit, looked down, and saw the culprit-a fluffy and round peach.

In this dark prison, the demon king still has peaches to eat?
Wait, why does this peach look familiar?

It looks like it grew out of the hairy peach tree planted by Uncle Qisheng on the back mountain.

It's not yet July, and the last time he and his companions went to the back mountain to have a look, the peaches were green and red, and they weren't particularly ripe, so he resisted the itch and didn't pick them.

But this peach is obviously big and red, it looks just ripe, and it must taste crunchy and sweet!

dong dong dong-

For a moment, Zeyang felt that hail was falling in the cave.

He stood against the stone wall, and after about a cup of tea, the bang bang sound stopped.

Zeyang stared dumbfounded at the sweet potatoes, peaches and vegetables, thinking how many melons and vegetables this demon king stole from Qingya Mountain?

Just thinking that it would be too wasteful, I heard a soft and delicate voice: "Ah, you are a handsome little master. I didn't scare you. This is my meeting gift for you."

(End of this chapter)