As for the people behind the auction, Falling Flower City......

A fierce light flashed in Qingge's eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Luohua City is Zhongzhou on the four-star continent, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, a gathering of heroes, strong like clouds, there, is the real place to fight.

After Shi Yin and Yun Yuexia left, Qingge leaned on the chaise longue, frowning slightly.

A few loud noises appeared.

Qingge turned her eyes to look, the snow-white and chubby little fox, I don't know when it appeared at her feet, the extremely short limbs were waving hard, trying to climb on her legs, but always fell to the ground, over and over again, the little fox fell back, it stared at the watery eyes, and raised its face pitifully to look at Qingge.

Qingge smiled, squatted down and hugged the little fox, touched the little fox's head, the little fox's pink mouth opened slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly, which was a very comfortable and enjoyable posture.

Qingge held the little fox in her arms, and her white and slender hands stroked its back again and again.

The little fox seemed to sense Qingge's sadness, raised his paws with great effort, and patted Qingge on the shoulder solemnly, and Qingge couldn't help but smile.

As if remembering something, sparks of lightning burst out in Qingge's eyes.

She put the little fox on the chaise longue, got up and walked to the desk, and took out a piece of rice paper from the void with her and the little fox's names written on it.

Two years have passed, and the past is vivid.

The scene of the fiery little fox holding a pen and twisting and writing the names of the two on rice paper seems to have happened yesterday.

Qingge took out a gold and silver embroidered bag from the cabinet, folded the rice paper, put it in the bag, and wore it with him, as if only in this way could he feel the existence of that person.

For a moment, it seemed that there was spiritual sustenance and motivation to fight.

Crunch

The door opened, and Ye Qingtian's head entered.

A black shadow shrouded him, Ye Qingtian looked up in disdain, and saw Qingge standing expressionlessly, Ye Qingtian laughed a few times, retracted his head, and when he wanted to close the door, one hand was stuck horizontally in the crack of the door.

"Grandpa, in the middle of the night, are you going to be a thief or a thief?" The corners of Qingge's mouth twitched and asked.

Ye Qingtian straightened up, looked into the house, didn't see Ji Yue, his frosty white brows frowned, and asked angrily: "What about the surname Ji?" ”

"He's gone."

"Gone? Where did it go? The night blue sky was full of anger.

"Grandpa, he has his responsibility, he went where he was supposed to go, not to leave me, but to do what a man should do." Qingge patiently explained.

Ye Qingtian looked at Qingge's serious face and sighed helplessly.

He walked into the room, rummaged through the cabinets and found the plum wine made by the old immortal, took out two bowls, put them on the table, and poured two bowls of wine each.

"Come, have a drink with grandpa."

Qingge sat down at the table, the cold wind outside the window poured in, she picked up the bowl, raised her head and drank, the strong wine could not stimulate the numb nerves.

Ye Qingtian took a sip, his old face was slightly red, and he was unconscious, "Qingge, your father values love and righteousness, but he is too tendonous, and your mother is arrogant and flamboyant, they all disdain to be villains, they are all gentlemen, you are different from them." ”

Qingge poured a bowl of wine and drank it in a big gulp.

Ye Qingtian said drunkenly: "God is jealous of talents! God is jealous of talents! Your father and your mother are such excellent people, why did the heavens take their lives? Let the old man send the white-haired man to the black-haired man? Why did the frightened wind treat each other with sincerity, but the Northern Moon Emperor was afraid that he would be killed by the high earthquake? ”

"Grandpa, mourn."

Qingge opened her mouth, but she couldn't say comforting words.

Ye Qingtian was too tired to live, and buried all the pain in his heart, but he never showed a little on his face.

"Mourning, mourning......"

Ye Qingtian smiled bitterly, shook his head a few times, and then lay on the table.

Qingge shook her head, brought a heavy blanket from the side, and spread it on Ye Qingtian's body.

She directly picked up the purple wine jar, raised her head and opened her mouth to drink.

The wine sprayed her face, wetting her gray hair and clothes.

Until the wine jar bottomed out, she threw it out casually, turned around and walked out.

As soon as I opened the red lacquered door of the Wind Moon Pavilion, I saw the aventurine cod standing outside.

"Tanglin?"

"Drunk?" Aventurine asked.

Qingge hooked her lips and smiled, "Drink a little." ”

"Is Brother Ji gone?" Aventurine asked.

Qingge nodded.

"Three years seems like a long time, but it passes very quickly." The aventurine cod seemed to be comforted.

Qingge looked at the aventurine cod in surprise.

"In the past three years of his absence, I have accompanied you."

Aventurine reached out and hooked a strand of wet, broken hair from her sideburns and hung it behind her ear.

After speaking, without waiting for Qingge to reply, the aventurine cod turned around and left.

Looking at his back, Qingge hesitated for a while, but still shouted, "Tanglin." ”

Tanglin paused, did not look back, his back was melancholy, and his voice was a little more helpless, "There are not many things I am qualified to do, Qingge, don't refuse anymore." ”

The aventurine cod walked away quickly, and its figure gradually disappeared into the evening breeze.

Qingge leaned against the lintel and exhaled.

She returned to the room, helped Ye Qingtian onto the bed and covered the quilt, Qingge walked to the courtyard, sat down cross-legged, and concentrated on cultivation.

The aura in the dantian was full of energy, and she rushed towards the realm of the spirit master, as long as this vein was opened, she would be a spirit master.

Not only can she kill Xia Shu of the spirit master class in the innate twelve-fold realm, but if she breaks through the spirit master, she may have a great breakthrough in strength.

After all, the strength of innate cultivators and spirit master cultivators is very different, and the combat value is like that of a child and an adult, and there is no comparison at all.

It's just that the pure aura in the light song pill fire is obviously enough to impact the spirit master, but the tendons and veins that belong to the spirit master are like a bottomless pit, and no matter how much aura there is, it will be swallowed.

until the Dan fire is exhausted.

Qingge's face was pale, she concentrated her energy, absorbed the aura between heaven and earth, passed through the pores, entered the bones and blood, and after transferring in the dantian, she poured into the tendons and veins, trying to get through.

Still to no avail.

The aura of heaven and earth was all devoured.

Isn't Reiki enough?

Qingge frowned.

No, her Danhuo is not an ordinary person's dantian, it has been stored for so long, and it has enough aura to break through the spirit master.

Qingge withdrew his hand and opened his eyes, full of doubts.

This impact breakthrough is an unprecedented situation, in the past, either the mood perception did not keep up, or the aura was not abundant enough.

Qingge took out the Great Spirit Master Book again and turned to the page that recorded the Spirit Master

The Innate Supreme Spirit Master can be described as a fundamental evolution, and only by breaking through the Spirit Master can he be called a cultivator, truly opening the tip of the iceberg and entering the room.

An innate cultivator's breakthrough through a spirit master is a kind of transition, the beginning of moving towards another realm, and it is also the beginning of a strong person.

Mood perception is

Normalize.