Summoning of cute beasts: Master spoiled me for 3000 years

Chapter 180
The mind is floating, the eyes are closed and opened again, and this cycle repeats until the ethereal flute sound can no longer be heard outside the window.

Leng Qingyue sat up slightly, looking at the hazy moonlight that was faintly setting outside the window.

Has he already found himself?Otherwise, how could he play that unique piece by the window, but according to his temperament, if he found her, how could he leave so calmly?

Early the next morning, just as Qian Chong got up, Hua Qinglan wanted to go to Qingming Hall.

"Why, do you want to go too?" Seeing Qian Chong standing there, looking eagerly at his expression, Hua Qinglan couldn't help asking softly.

Qian Chong nodded, and took the initiative to walk to Hua Qinglan's side, pulling a corner of Hua Qinglan's pure white clothes as usual.

After arriving at the Qingming Hall, Hua Qinglan entered the main hall, but Qian Chong was wandering outside the hall, she still prefers to be outside, besides, she hadn't seen those partners she knew before for a long time, thinking of this, Qian Chong turned towards Go to Qinghui Hall.

"Xiao Chong?" Zhanyan looked at the familiar figure walking in front of her, and subconsciously called out.

"Senior Sister." Qian Chong turned around and saw Zhanyan, and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"I saw Master just now, and thought you might be here, but I didn't expect it to be so." Zhanyan said, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I was going to look for you, you don't know, I'm bored by myself." Qian Chong pursed her red lips slightly, Zhanyan couldn't help but took her hand, and they walked forward together.

"You're still bored, didn't you hear that there are more spirit beasts, accompanied by a naughty young lady?" Zhanyan said indifferently, went out to do a mission by herself, and many unexpected things happened when she came back , Fortunately, everything is fine.

"By the way, senior sister, where are you taking me?" Seeing that the direction she was going was not Qinghui Palace, Qian Chong couldn't help asking in doubt.

"Take you to see the fun, let's go." Zhanyan smiled lightly, and after finishing speaking, he couldn't help but quicken his pace, and he arrived at the cleaning hall in a short while.

What can there be to see here?Looking at the three big characters of Cleaning Hall, Qian Chong couldn't help muttering slightly, she only remembered that Murong Jing lived here.

After stepping into the cleaning hall, Qian Chong noticed that there were many immortal disciples gathered on the empty ground inside, surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

"What are they doing?" Qian Chong asked weakly as he followed Zhanyan into the crowd.

With so many people gathered together, is it to fight in groups?
"It's just a usual competition." Zhanyan explained, and they had already squeezed to the front of the crowd.

"Since you are conducting the competition on your own, I'll put the rules up front and let's go to the end." Dressed in an elegant blue gown, with a refractor in his hand, he looked like a Confucian scholar.

"Bei Changfeng." Qian Chong looked at the person shaking from time to time, said softly, and Zhan Yan couldn't help but nodded.

"You should have heard of him. He is very powerful. He is the eldest disciple of Yazun, and his strength is outstanding." Zhanyan was worried that Qian Chong would not understand, so he couldn't help explaining it to her in detail.

"Then I heard that Senior Brother Murong competed with him during the Art of Controlling Festival, and he narrowly won." Qian Chong was seriously injured that time, so he didn't see their wonderful competition, but learned from other disciples of the immortal sect that the battle, It can be said to be wonderful and exciting.

"That's right, Murong Jing is also a rare talent. Although he just entered the immortal sect, his strength can be called unparalleled." Zhanyan couldn't help sighing.

While the two were talking, the crowd suddenly became agitated slightly, and scattered back from time to time.

"It's about to start." Zhanyan said, pulling Qian Chong, and the two of them took a few steps back.

"Miss, where are you going?" Just as Leng Qingyue was about to leave the side hall, the voice of the hidden guard suddenly came out.

"Amo, you just stay here. Remember, don't show up no matter what happens. I'm worried that he will come over, so go to another hall for some activities first." After Leng Qingyue finished speaking, the figure flashed and jumped out The hall is far away.

"But if you hide like this, will you and the young master never see each other again?" The dark guard sighed slightly when he saw the disappearing figure.

Is it luck that these two people meet together, or is it a trick of fate?
When Leng Qingyue showed up to clean up the hall, she kept her expression so calm that almost no one noticed her.

In the middle of the yard, stood two disciples of the Immortal Sect. They were both elegant and bookish, but when they met each other, they exuded a sharp aura.

"Wouldn't there be casualties in this kind of competition? Even if you click to the end, you can't predict the development of the matter!" Qian Chong felt the fierce aura emanating from it, and asked worriedly.

"In fact, in Qingjue Xianmen, there are not many opportunities for the master to teach. Most of the disciples improve their cultivation through their own methods. The competition you saw is a feasible way to improve their cultivation. Even if In their opinion, it is worthwhile to have casualties." Zhanyan explained patiently.

A hint of clarity gradually appeared in Qian Chong's eyes, and it was no wonder that the Qingjue Immortal Sect held regular competitions.

As Bei Changfeng dropped one hand down, the two opposing people had already begun to take action.

"During their fight, hidden weapons may be used. Of course, this is within the allowable range, and it is also a means of winning."

"Can all hidden weapons be used?" Qian Chong's eyes flashed a hint of surprise, she thought that places like Xianmen strictly prohibited the use of hidden weapons.

"Yeah, but you can't use poison." Zhanyan nodded.

Using poison in Qingjue Xianmen is undoubtedly digging one's own grave.

Leng Qingyue did not stand in the direction of the main entrance, but chose to stand in the side direction.

There was indifference in her eyes, and she watched the two people compete with great interest.

In the year since she came to Qingjue Xianmen, she has already developed an inexplicable attachment to this place, and she even hopes to stay in Qingjue Xianmen forever, if nothing happens in the middle.

"Be careful!" Just when Leng Qingyue was in a trance, a cry came from her ear suddenly, she raised her eyes instantly, and saw a snowflake-shaped dart rushing towards her.

The next second, a pair of powerful hands suddenly pushed her away.

Leng Qingyue, who had just stood still, hadn't recovered from the shock just now, when she heard a puff, the blunt sound of a sharp weapon piercing into flesh and blood.

"Are you okay?" Bei Changfeng's figure swayed slightly, but he raised his eyes to look at Leng Qingyue, with a look of worry in his eyes.

Shaking her head, Leng Qingyue looked up at Bei Changfeng. At this moment, he was covering his heart, and the snowflake dart had already pierced into his skin.

"It seems that I should ask you this question instead." After Leng Qingyue finished speaking, she walked forward and stood beside Bei Changfeng.

　"But if you hide like this, will you and the young master never see each other again?" The dark guard sighed slightly when he saw the disappearing figure.

　　Is it luck that these two people meet together, or is it a trick of fate?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)