The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 922 The Gift
A round of red sun jumped to the east, the morning glow painted the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds above the Kunlun peaks was also soaked in a large area of ​​brilliant colors. Majestic and meandering.

"Dang-dang-dang--" With three bells ringing, on top of Tai'a Peak in the center of the Kunlun Mountains, Yunkai Academy, the most famous gathering place for talented young monks in the world, rang out "Oh, slow down!" Click to go!" The slapstick voices of the teenagers suddenly became noisy.

It's another day.

The little girl who was walking briskly was in a good mood. Today she just got a few refined chess pieces from her ancestors. She held them in her hands and began to play with them, biting down a mouthful of spiritual fruit: "It's so sweet!" The girl narrowed her eyes comfortably.

The little boys who passed by her greeted her from time to time.

"Morning, Junior Sister Lu!"

"Junior Sister Rongrong is in a good mood today!"

"Little Junior Sister is a little more beautiful today!"

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Everything in the world is so beautiful, except him!The little girl looked at the young monk who came into her eyes, wearing the ordinary uniform of Kunlun inner sect disciples, and carrying a small wooden sword on her back, walking forward unhurriedly, the white waist around his waist The card reminded myself: This eavesdropper is now attending class in a dignified manner, and he can no longer be regarded as an eavesdropper.But if you are an eavesdropper once, you will always be an eavesdropper!The little girl bit her lip and followed: "Eavesdropper!"

The little young monk didn't even change his walking speed at all.

He ignores me!The little girl suddenly lost her temper, bit her lip, rolled her eyes, looked at the newly refined chess in her hand, and suddenly had an idea.Looking at the direction in which the young man was going, several chess pieces fell instantly, and the little girl made a few seals with her hands, and then she clapped her hands in a good mood: "Eavesdropper, just stay inside! You're late for class, let's see how the teacher punishes you!"

Seeing the young monk trapped, the little girl ran away happily.

"Oh!" A stubble-bearded monk who witnessed all this not far away couldn't help shaking his head, "What a pity!"

But even though he said it was really bad luck, the monk didn't have the slightest intention to help. Instead, he looked at the young monk trapped in the formation with great interest, looking like he was watching a good show.

Gradually, as the sun rose to the west, the monk half-closed his eyes, looking drowsy.

"Bang—" There was a small sound, but the monk seemed to be startled and sat up all of a sudden, his eyes turned to the young man who walked out of the formation, and those few chess pieces that had just been refined were brushed together. With a corner cut off by someone, these formation flags are useless.

"Brute force breaks the formation, but it's a coincidence among brute force." The monk jumped down from the tree and commented solemnly.

The little boy seemed shocked, but he wasn't too surprised. The cultivator in front of him was far superior to him. He saluted silently, and picked up the wooden sword that was broken in two on the ground. The young man felt a little distressed at the wooden sword he personally cut, and turned to leave.But he heard the monk behind him suddenly calling him.

"Boy, stay here."

"What's the matter with the real man?" The little boy looked at the monk, a little surprised.

"Can you cook something?"

"Not really." The boy replied honestly.

The stubble-bearded monk seemed taken aback by his straightforwardness: "Do me a favor."

"I'm Qin Zhaohe, a disciple of Yunkai Academy." The young boy pointed in the direction of the bookstore, "I've been late for a long time. Forgive me. I'm afraid I can't help you."

"What's the difference between being late for a cup of tea and being late for an hour? Both are late." The stubble-bearded monk saw the persistence in the young man's eyes, and suddenly changed his face, staring at the young man with a vicious look, " If you don’t want to help today, you have to help, and you have to help.”

Is this threatening him?Qin Zhaohe was taken aback for a moment, stared at the monk for a while, and nodded: "Okay, but I'm really not very good at cooking."

"Nothing." The bearded monk took Qin Zhaohe to the side, and took out a small cauldron in his hand, filled it with some water, added some unknown spiritual plants, and a dragon tail Fish, "Is there a fire starter? Cook it for me."

Qin Zhaohe nodded, took out a fire talisman from the storage bag, and input spiritual power. In an instant, a cluster of flames rose, and the bearded monk leaned on his arms and closed his eyes, as if he was in a doze.

Qin Zhaohe watched the dragon fish tumbling in the cauldron jumping from time to time, without any fragrance, but mixed with those spiritual plants, which was a bit weird.After the dragon fish didn't move any more, and lay straight and motionless in the cauldron, Qin Zhaohe glanced at the monk, took out a small pot from the storage bag, scooped up some soup, put it away, and then reached out Brother Tuina: "My lord, it's ready."

"En." The stubble-bearded monk squinted his eyes and glanced at Qin Zhaohe, took out a huge spoon with his backhand, scooped it up, and put it in his mouth. His expression froze for a moment, but he recovered soon As it was, he coughed twice: "It's cooked well! This is a reward, let's play with it!"

Qin Zhaohe saw a palm-sized box thrown over, but he didn't open it right away. He just bowed his hands and bowed before returning to the bookstore for class.

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The setting sun was setting, and a row of tree houses next to Yunkai Academy was bathed in the setting sun, inexplicably giving rise to a certain concentration. Two monks, a man and a woman, were leaning on the tree house and talking. Qin Zhaohe stepped forward and asked The two monks saluted: "Master, uncle!"

Jiajia lowered her head and looked at the box Qin Zhaohe handed over, she couldn't help being a little surprised, she moved her consciousness, glanced at the box, and opened it when she saw nothing, but saw a palm-sized silver sword in it, like a silver sword. A fine toy.

Jiajia held it in her hand, looked carefully, felt the roughness at the end of the sword, and turned her eyes, there was a small word on it: Xue!Looking at each other with Gu Lang, both of them had some guesses in their hearts, Gu Lang asked him, "How did you come here?"

After Qin Zhaohe had finished talking in detail, the two saw a smile in each other's eyes. Gu Lang handed the sword back to Qin Zhaohe: "I have a master craftsman in Kunlun named Xue. This is him. Since you met him, you are also destined to use it for the time being! Originally, your master also went to the Zongwu Hall to replace you with a flying sword that was in hand. Before you entered the sword soul sea, this sword Use it first."

Qin Zhaohe responded, took the flying sword, and dripped a drop of blood on the palm-sized silver sword. The silver sword grew in the wind, and after a while, it grew to the size of a flying sword.After playing a few tricks, he put it away, and took out a small jar from the storage bag: "Master Xue's taste is a bit weird, and my disciple also packed some, let the master taste it."

Jia Jia took the muddy and weird soup, took a sip, and his expression froze immediately. Seeing Jia Jia's expression was strange, Gu Lang also reached out to take a sip, and after a long while, he sent a voice to Jia Jia: "It's hard to do that. Master Xue, you and I have to inherit this favor."

(End of this chapter)