Peerless Tang Sect's Shepherd Star Silver Dragon

Chapter 141 Reply
  Si Muqing, Wang Qiu'er, and Xue'er were devouring food in the cafeteria, not caring about their appearance.

After eating and drinking, the three returned home.

The clear but weak howl of the phoenix echoed in the house. Si Muqing walked to Na'er's room and saw a luan bird standing on a pole made of sycamore branches.

Si Muqing approached the green Luan bird, put some corn kernels in his hand, and fed them to the green Luan bird.

Qingluan's black eyes stared at Si Muqing. The two looked at each other for a long time. Qingluan reluctantly lowered his head and pecked the palm of his hand, swallowing a few corn kernels with difficulty.

"Where's Na'er's letter?" Si Muqing smiled gently when he saw Qingluan accepting his kindness.

Qingluan raised his paw and pointed at the table.

A slightly fragrant letter was placed on the table, and beside it was a...pebble the size of an egg?

Si Muqing picked up the incongruous pebble and held it in his hand. The cold feeling spread from the palm of his hand to his heart. The texture was smooth and delicate, and it felt warm and cold, just like the best ice jade in the world, refreshing and hazy.

After Si Muqing played with it for a while, he put down the pebbles, tore open the envelope, and opened the folded letter paper. Gu Yuenajuan's beautiful handwriting came into view.

Seeing words is like seeing each other... Si Muqing read word for word, then looked at the bird eggs, which were the gifts she had prepared, and went back to cook a dish for everyone to eat.

What did his Na'er do in a short period of time? He made a battle armor made of living gold, unsealed the Mountain Dragon King, and made a covenant with the Phoenix with blood.

"I didn't think of this." Si Muqing leaned back on the chair and looked up at the white ceiling.

Qingluan lowered his head to comb his feathers with his beak, and the quiet air was filled with pressure.

"Shanlong?" Si Muqing smiled bitterly and read Na'er's letter again.

The Mountain Dragon King carries the continent on his back for the dragon clan to survive. After the dragon clan is destroyed, humans occupy the continent for survival.

"This is trouble!" Si Muqing muttered, the mountain dragon was resurrected, and as long as it turned over, 99% of humans would die, but he couldn't tell anyone else about it.

He believed that Na'er would not do this, but countless lives could not be placed on one person.

Qingluan fluttered its wings, flew to Si Muqing's shoulder, pecked his hair, and urged him to reply quickly.

Si Muqing took a long breath, regained consciousness, and touched Qingluan to indicate that he understood.

Si Muqing spread out the letter paper, and the words he had long thought about turned into pen and ink and fell on the paper. The bandits, the evil soul master, the storm in the far north, the meeting between the Snow Emperor and the Ice Emperor, each one was detailed. He told her that he planned to plant twelve kinds of flowers in different seasons and asked her what she would recommend. Finally, he wrote a sentence: Orchids are beautiful and chrysanthemums are fragrant. You can’t forget when you are pregnant with a beautiful woman.

After Si Muqing finished writing, he sealed it with fire paint. As for the gift, he had already prepared it. It was a music box with exquisite silver ornaments engraved on the light blue base and a crystal ball on top.

"They're all here." Si Muqing pushed the envelope and music box towards the Qingluan Bird.

Qingluan stretched out his paws to grab the music box, and picked up the envelope with his beak. Si Muqing's eyelids twitched when he saw it, and he quickly said: "Wait a minute!"

Qingluan retracted his spread wings, tilted his small head, and looked at Si Muqing with his dark eyes doubtfully, his eyes vivid, as if asking him if he had anything else?
  "If you leave tomorrow, I will prepare a storage soul guide for you." Si Muqing looked distressedly at the music box that he designed, tuned, and recorded songs by himself.

"I know you can understand what I'm saying." Si Muqing tapped her finger on the table, "It's too rough for you to bring me here like this."

Qingluan let go of the music box and envelope and returned to his bird's nest.

When Si Muqing walked out of the bedroom, Wang Qiuer looked at Si Muqing with her big clear eyes and her nose was still sniffing around.

"What are you doing?" Si Muqing avoided Wang Qiuer and looked at Wang Qiuer's movements without knowing why.

Wang Qiuer pinched her waist and said confidently: "I'm checking whether you have used sister Naer's things to do anything obscene." Si Mu Qing's eyebrows jumped, and his tone increased: "Obscene!"

"I think it's true that your mind is unhealthy." Si Muqing said in a gloomy tone, "And today's training was not strong enough, and you still have the strength to think wildly."

"Why don't you ask me why I miss you so much." Wang Qiuer raised her chin slightly.

Si Muqing snorted and turned to leave.

"Are you feeling guilty? You didn't really do anything obscene, did you?" Wang Qiuer looked at Si Muqing who left neatly, stamped her foot, and followed her.

Xue'er looked at Wang Qiu'er who was chattering beside Si Muqing, withdrew her gaze and turned her attention back to the "Theory of Elements" in her hand.

Si Muqing came to the soul guidance department in the inner courtyard and ordered an anklet-shaped storage soul guidance device. He said he would need it tomorrow, but the saleswoman seized the opportunity and made a lot of money.

Si Muqing paid part of the deposit distressedly.

"Why don't you bargain?" Wang Qiu'er said with hatred, "She is ripping you off!"

"Tell me! Did you think that the salesperson was pretty, so you lost your mind and didn't even tell me the price?" The sister-in-law was like an angry cat.

"It's nothing." Si Muqing buried her heartache in her heart, looking calm and calm.

"I wanted it too urgently, so it made sense for her to add more money."

Si Muqing touched her sister-in-law's hair: "Okay, go back quickly."

"You trained so hard today, have a good rest at night." Si Muqing said with concern.

"That's right." Wang Qiuer clapped her hands, "Poseidon Fate is about to open, do you want to go and see it?"

"I'm not interested. What's the point of a group of leftover men and women going on a blind date! I've long been sick of it." Si Muqing refused without hesitation. If You Are the One, you haven't seen enough of it!
  "What about the treasure appreciation party?" Wang Qiu'er asked again.

"That's even more boring...Wait a minute, I remember that this year's treasure appreciation party has passed long ago, and I also received an invitation." Si Muqing remembered Cang Yu's invitation after the start of school this year. At that time, he had not yet entered the inner courtyard.

Wang Qiuer explained: "It's not a treasure appreciation party in the outer courtyard, but a treasure appreciation party in the inner courtyard. The seniors and seniors will also come back at this time to participate. The gold content is much higher than that in the outer courtyard."

"Why did they all get together?" Si Muqing said to himself.

"Because there are so many people!" Wang Qiuer replied without thinking, "The activities are not determined by time, but by the time when the seniors come back. Rare treasures can only be sold at high prices when there are many people. "

"Sounds like I should go see it." Si Muqing muttered, and Wang Qiuer smiled like a girl next door.

"However, I refuse." Si Muqing's next words made Wang Qiuer smile stiffly.

"Why?" Wang Qiuer asked puzzledly.

Si Muqing glanced at Wang Qiu'er and said to Wang Qiu'er very bluntly: "Because I have no money, I have already spent the loan limit this year."

"I finally made some money, but I don't want to spend it on the treasure hunt party." Si Muqing spread his palms to express his helplessness.

"Go and rest quickly!" Si Muqing returned home and pushed Wang Qiuer into Qingya's room.

　The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I can’t forget the beauty I have in my heart. From "Autumn Wind Ci" by Liu Che

　　
  　
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