It was very late when they came out, and now the moon was empty, and the full moon was like a disk, and I didn't know if it was Qing Qiao's illusion, but I always felt that Qin Jingzhi under the moonlight was extremely gentle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qing Qiao was in a trance for a while, and a bright male voice sounded in his ears: "The moon is from the Mid-Autumn Festival, half of August." You were born at this time fifteen years ago, weren't you? ”

Qing Qiao didn't know what to say for a while, so he just looked at Qin Jingzhi in a daze.

"The woman is fifteen and in time, Qing Qiao, congratulations." He said as he handed over a box carved with red lacquer, "Happy birthday." ”

Qing Qiao lowered his head and pursed his lips, only to feel that his eyes were hot. If it weren't for Qin Jingzhi's reminder, she would have forgotten that today was her birthday, her fifteenth birthday. But in her fifteen years of life, she never knew what the birthday was, and the only thing she remembered about her birthday was to silently receive a few Bigu Dan, and then walked to her small room, swallowed it silently, and meditated until dawn, and the birthday passed in the blink of an eye for her. She has never received such a thing as a birthday gift.

"Thank you, thank you." The little girl bit her lower lip, as if she was trying her best to control her emotions that were about to get out of control, Qin Jingzhi somehow felt a little distressed. When I met her, this little girl was at a loss but full of innocence, perhaps in the impression of the little girl, she had never treated herself like a girl. It's still like this now, but Qing Qiao, who has a lot of experience, probably understands the sourness better than she didn't know anything back then.

Qin Jingzhi sighed lightly, pulled her to the side of the stone table and sat down, opened the box, and Qing Qiao saw a hosta, a mirror, and a jade comb quietly placed in it. The lotus flower at the tail of the hosta bloomed wantonly, and in an instant, Qing Qiao only felt that the time was staggered and returned to the realm of the 100,000-mile Changchuan, and she and Qin Jingzhi were in a karmic fire.

"Thank you, I love it." The little girl laughed, as if she was sincerely happy, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles.

Qin Jingzhi didn't have any intention of leaving immediately, but just handed the mirror to Qing Qiao's hand, sighed lightly and sat down beside her: "Fifteen-year-old wants to do a good salute, there is no one else here, can I give you a hairpin?" What he said was that even he himself was a little embarrassed, "I have practiced twice with my sister, although I am not very skilled, but today is your fifteenth birthday after all, so I can't just pass it like this!" ”

Qin Jingzhi himself couldn't tell why he made this request, probably because he felt sorry for the little girl and regarded her as his own sister? Qin Jing's heart was probably like this.

The little girl didn't think as much as he did, there were many female monks in the cultivation realm who were informal, but not as harsh as mortal women, she nodded generously, and a pair of peach blossom eyes looked at it brightly, and her eyes were full of smiles.

Qin Jingzhi stretched out his hand and gently untied the bun that was originally hanging on both sides, like two buns, holding a jade comb in his hand, combing her long hair again and again, the little girl's hair was very soft, so soft that he didn't dare to use it at all, and he pulled a bun for her with an almost cautious demeanor, and then reached out and inserted the hosta. The plain Kunlun inner disciple clothes, the blooming lotus flower on her hair is nothing else, plain and spotless, but in this spotless environment, the pair of radiant peach blossom eyes add a bit of indescribable charm to her.

Qin Jingzhi lowered his eyelids and calmed down the palpitations of the moment just now, just like the feeling he felt when he saw her in Kongming City that day, there was a kind of elegance on her body that was beyond the worldly red dust.

Seeing her waving at herself like a baby and turning into the house, Qin Jingzhi's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything, he just looked at her fixedly for a long time, turned around and left.

Although Yan Zhuqing never returned, according to Qin Rufeng, her task of cultivating the hexagram for the young sword of the Sword Shrine in the ruins was also completed, and when she went to the Zongwu Hall to hand in the task with the task card, the expression of the deacon of the Zongwu Hall was quite intriguing.

Originally, Qing Qiao thought that he was wrong, and when the deacon handed her the storage bag containing the spirit stones, Qing Qiao's consciousness swept away, but this sweep was startled, six hundred high-grade spirit stones! Qin Rufeng hadn't mentioned this to her before at all, but such a balance of money and goods made Qing Qiao a lot easier, and to be honest, Qing Qiao was extremely satisfied with the state of such a friendship.

However, because of this mission, Qing Qiao was a lot easier, and he didn't plan to take on another task in the next time, but just took out the pair of Biluo Feihong and prepared to refine. The knife given by Yan Zhu is like Yan Zhu Qing himself, and he is very particular about the things used. That pair of Biluo Feihong is extremely delicate and gorgeous, and I think that many female cultivators will like this pair of knives very much.

Qing Qiao looked at it for a moment, thought about it, and adopted the simplest way to recognize the master, dripping blood to recognize the master. However, it seems that it is not enough to just recognize the Lord by Dripping Blood, the Lord by Dripping Blood is only refined by seventy percent, and the remaining three achievements have to be refined by Qing Qiao himself. Listening to the opinions of Hua Qiu and Yan Zhuqing, Qing Qiao chose the exercise "Golden Body Water Yuanzong", with the pair of scimitars named Biluo Feihong, and practiced for a few days, but it was quite easy.

On this day, the sun was rising, and Qing Qiao was practicing in the Bamboo Pavilion as usual, but after only practicing for a while, he saw Cailing coming in from outside with a smile.

Qing Qiao put away the scimitar and was a little surprised: "Shizun is back?" ”

Cailing smiled and shook her head: "Not really." After a pause, he said, "It's just that today is the outer door competition, Yan Chongming really sent someone to say, if you are not busy, you can also go and see, this year's outer door is on Kaiyang Peak, and it is very lively." ”

"I see." Qing Qiao smiled. The outer door of the sect is a big competition every five years, it is a competition to assess the largest group of disciples in Kunlun, and the disciples who win the top 100 in it will have the opportunity to be recorded in the inner door, which is said to be a little more wonderful than this big competition, and the most important thing is that the disciples who participated in the competition are all below the golden pill, for the practice of qi and the foundation building monks, among which the foundation building monks occupy the leading role, but it is similar to Qing Qiao's current cultivation realm, and it is not without harm to observe and observe.

Qing Qiao made up his mind, what kind of person is Cailing, it is not unusual to observe the words and looks, seeing that she is moved, he took out a piece of the bronzing brand from the storage bag and handed it to Qing Qiao: "If you want to go and see, just take this brand and go to Kaiyang Peak." ”

Seeing this, Qing Qiao thanked Cailing, after all, he couldn't hold it back, took the bronzing brand and went to Kaiyang Peak.