The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 908 Showa
"What's your name?" After Jiajia finished eating the red fruit, she turned her backhand to purify the water.

The child had finished eating the red fruit in his hand, and fixed his eyes on the ball of water in Jiajia's hand, but saw the pool of clear water stagnating in mid-air, rolling past the female cultivator's hand as if it had spirit, and then Dissipates in air.

After a long while, the child replied with a bit of Youyou's curiosity: "Showa, Qin Zhaohe! The sun and the moon are shining, and the peace is peaceful."

Zhaozhe, the sun is the shape, and the call is the sound. This is an extremely beautiful word. Just from the name, one can guess the expectations of his parents and elders.

"The name is good." Jiajia nodded, and when she saw the child's clear eyes, she backed off what she was going to ask, didn't ask any more questions, raised her head, looked forward, and saw Qin Ya nodding slightly at her.

Jumping off the crossbar, this action was a bit rude, but also a bit uninhibited. He stepped forward a few steps to Qin Ya and Chen Huaxuan, and saluted them.

"Jiajia." Qin Ya looked at her, paused, and said, "Do you want to take this child as a disciple?"

"I have had such thoughts before." Jiajia replied calmly, but at first she thought that she would have a younger brother, but judging from the situation just now, whether the child will stay or not is a problem, and the master suddenly asked this question, Jia Jia tilted her head involuntarily, and looked at Qin Ya, "Master, but can I accept Qin Zhaohe as an apprentice?"

This movement is quite playful, but it matches her appearance but it is not annoying at all, as if the movement is natural.

Qin Ya nodded, exchanged glances with Chen Huaxuan, and told her about the two people's decision just now, Jia Jia understood, looked back at the child behind her, and raised her voice, "Qin Zhaohe."

The child was taken aback for a moment, but then he came to his senses and walked up to her.

Jia Jia looked at the child who had a little chirp in front of her, resisted the urge to poke his little chirp, and asked, "Qin Zhaohe, would you like to worship me as a teacher?" Speaking of which, after reading Qin Ya and Chen Huaxuan, who were on the sidelines, cleared their throats, put their hands behind their backs, and said with a bit of an expert look, "This seat, Lian Jiajia, is a real cultivator, and now lives on Tai'a Peak, my lord I have never accepted a disciple before, but now I see that you are very talented, so I am moved to accept a disciple."

The corners of Qin Ya's lips turned up involuntarily, and Chen Huaxuan sent a voice transmission: "It's kind of like that."

The child knelt down on both knees and bowed his head three times: "Thank you, Master, for your protection!"

He used the word "blessing", and Jia Jia, Qin Ya and Chen Huaxuan all sighed in their hearts, this is really a very smart child, not like a six-year-old naughty boy.

When Jiajia went there, she didn't shy away from Fu Qingniu, when she heard that she was going to accept Qin Zhaohe as her disciple, Fu Qingniu's old face turned red with anger, and pointed at Jiajia: "You are taking meritorious deeds!"

"The real person is wrong." Jia Jia saluted and got up, and looked at Qin Zhaohe behind her, "Since the beginning of the sect, I have devoted myself to cultivation, and I have cultivated all the way to Tibetan God. I have faced the students of Yunkai Academy day and night, and I have taught the younger generation for the sect. The idea of ​​an excellent disciple. The sect stipulates that a monk who has cultivated to the golden core can accept Yize's junior as an apprentice. Jiajia is so many years late, and she feels deeply guilty. Now, seeing an excellent junior monk, Jiajia will definitely do her best, Teach him well so that he can become a pillar of Kunlun."

Although the female cultivator in front of me is only over two hundred years old, her strength is a real late-stage Tibetan god. There is no doubt about it. Regardless of her age, she can't find any mistakes in what she said.

"If you don't accept it sooner or later, but you accept it at this time, you are against the old man, aren't you?" Fu Qingniu was never a person who could bear it, and pointed to her nose.

"No, the real person thinks too much." Jia Jia looked at Fu Qingniu with a calm face.

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In the bustling and bustling Pingzhou City, monks come and go in an endless stream due to the relationship of the Six Arts Dragon Gate Association, and there are not many famous cultivators that are rare to see on weekdays.There are a few monks with indifferent expressions sitting beside the side room of the garden building near the main street. It seems that they like the excitement. Getting up, the whole person leaned against the window, and his eyes fell on the monks, one big and one small, who were walking towards this side not far away.

"Jing Yunting, what are you doing?" There were two people sitting in the side room, one of them was holding a silver needle and carefully wiping the silver needle with tea. If you want to come to this water, it is also different from ordinary water.

"I was looking at the one big and one small, and people have already come." Jing Yunting looked at the solemn-looking female cultivator in front, followed by a six-year-old child with a tail, and for some reason, he felt a little funny.

The one big and one small in the talking room had already gone upstairs, not long after, there was a knock on the door, and then they walked into the wing room.

The female cultivator stepped forward and bowed: "I have met Master, Master Chen, and Master Jing." This female cultivator was none other than Jia Jia, and Qin Zhaohe, who was behind him, came up to salute together.But the ones in front of them were Jing Yunting, Qin Ya and Chen Huaxuan.

Qin Ya, Chen Huaxuan and Qin Zhaohe had met each other early in the morning, so it was not surprising, but Jing Yunting was the first time Qin Zhaohe saw it. This feeling completely different from Taoism made Qin Zhaohe frowned involuntarily, with a natural fighting spirit Make him extremely sensitive to the breath around him.

Jing Yunting has such good eyesight. Seeing this child's small movements, he has already noticed it, and suddenly said: "This is the child you want to keep? He is really a good seedling. According to Fu Qingniu's personality, I am afraid he will not keep it."

"That's why I asked this girl to accept this child as an apprentice." Chen Huaxuan put away the wiped silver needle, and looked at Jia Jia who sat down with a smile, "A monk who hides the gods, take a disciple, old man It's enough to just say a few words, if you really want to care about him, you will learn from no one."

Fu Qingniu's temper is not a secret among monks who are out of body and Tibetan gods in today's world. Jing Yunting has heard it for a long time, and he couldn't help laughing, "This is a broken pot, what can you do to me? ?”

It's just that I haven't seen him for a day. Chen Huaxuan carefully looked at Qin Zhaohe for a moment, and saw that he had changed into a proper plain robe, and his head was tied with a ribbon-like magic weapon. Clean and refreshing, she couldn't help laughing: "Sure enough, a nun is careful to take care of the children. Look at the effort I haven't seen in a day, and I feel a lot of joy."

As Chen Huaxuan said, he touched the little chirp on Qin Zhaohe's head with his hand. What happened suddenly, Qin Zhaohe's inner disciples hadn't received the clothes yet. It's kind of rare and cute.

Jing Yunting looked at it for a long while, but shook his head, and sent voice transmission to Mi Qinya, Chen Huaxuan and Jia Jia: "After this incident, this child must have received many eyes as soon as he entered Kunlun. The next practice must be quite stressful, but I don't know whether it will be good or bad for him."

"It's very common for a person who has become a master to suffer some pressure, and it's okay." Qin Ya looked familiar, "If he can bear it, it is necessary, if he can't bear it, it's just me waiting for it." If you hope to be in vain, then you will just receive a few gossips, practice is for yourself, not for me."

Qin Zhao and Zao Hui knew a lot of words. After sitting for a while, they took out some books on cultivation from the storage bag beside them and read them silently.

Last night, Jia Jia only mentioned it briefly, but within half an hour, Qin Zhaohe drew Qi into his body and entered the first level of Qi training. Even Jia Jia was amazed at this speed. No wonder Master And Zhenren Chen wanted to save Qin Zhaohe.

The master lowered his eyes and tasted the tea in front of him, and raised his hands and feet, quite elegant and self-satisfied. Jing Yunting stood by the poor window, watching the monks passing by outside the window in a trance, the Six Arts Dragon Gate Club, most of them want to jump into the dragon gate at once Cultivator, Chen Huaxuan is still wiping his slender silver needles, pointed and long sharp blades, and the spiritual tea after washing the sharp blades makes a "hissing" sound, and there are a few white foams, which looks very strange. As for Jiajia herself, she took out a book at random, and before she could read it, she heard Qin Zhaohe's voice next to her: "Master, do you read these books to relieve boredom?"

When Qin Zhaohe asked, Jiajia realized that what she was holding in her hand was a book of stories, and she almost blurted out: "Books of words are not just for boredom, in some so-called books of words, there are Containing some current situations when the book was completed, it is better than a book written by a senior Shushan swordsman before. There are many descriptions in it, which are just some of the experiences of Shushan at that time. Everything has two sides. Went to see him."

"So that's the case." Qin Zhaohe's little face flashed a few thoughtful expressions, and after a while, he said seriously: "What Master said seems to have some truth."

Jing Yunting suppressed a smile and looked out the window. Qin Ya's hand holding the teacup stood still for a long time, and Chen Huaxuan seemed to be fascinated by the bubbling tea for a long time.

Jia Jia felt a little embarrassed deep in her heart, but for some reason, she remembered how many years ago, a young female cultivator asked the same question at the Mingwu Palace in Kunlun, thousands of miles away. A former mortal nobleman, a monk who stood on the top of Kunlun back then, once said similar words.Jia Jia couldn't help sighing, she didn't know where Xiao Baiye was now, he stepped on the thorny path alone like a moth to the fire, no one knew what kind of mood he made it. that choice.

A burst of urchins' noises broke in suddenly, and several people in the room raised their heads and looked at the uninvited guest who suddenly broke into the room.

The ancestor of the Lu family, a well-known formation family in Mingding City, was not at all embarrassed, and bowed to them: "I saw you here from a distance, so I brought these bastards here." Lu The ancestor of the Lu family was accompanied by three children, none of whom were over ten years old. Seeing that they were about the same age as Qin Zhaohe, the ancestor of the Lu family reached out and patted the only girl among them: "Rong Rong, that is Lian Zhenren. The newly recruited disciple is extremely talented, about the same age as you, let's go forward and salute!"

The ancestors of the Lu family were not surprised that Jing Yunting appeared here. Although Jing Yunting was a demon cultivator, he heard that he had some friendship with Qin Ya, and he was a disciple of Kunlun. An acquaintance of Moxiu?What's more, although Jing Yunting is a demon cultivator, he can do things well, so he didn't say much.

The little girl named Rongrong was born with a beautiful appearance, but she frowned when she heard the words, and she seemed extremely unwilling to curl her mouth: "Grandpa, I don't want it! He only has one level of qi training, and I have trained nine levels of qi." That's right! Senior Brother Ruan has already practiced the tenth level of Qi, and even Senior Brother Zhao has trained the seventh level of Qi."

(End of this chapter)