Chapter 42: Little Flower Cultivating Immortals (12)
And then the two didn't come back until it got dark... I don't know what to do indescribable~
Xiaoqi: "..."
Xia Shu climbed down the tree and walked back.
When I walked outside the main hall, I saw that the door was in a mess, the gate was broken into pieces and fell to the ground, and the hall was also full of chaos.
Is this a thief!?
Xia Shu stepped into the hall in the open space, and the hall was even more miserable, as if a twelve-level typhoon was blowing, and everything that could be broken was broken...
Xia Shu bypassed the tables, chairs and benches all over the floor, walked to the inner room, looked around, and finally found the "culprit" in the bedroom.
The bedroom is quite intact, and the "damage" is not serious.
The stupid fish was lying on the ground, clutching a bottle, and didn't know what to mumble.
Xia Shu stepped forward and sniffed it, it smelled so big, how much wine was drunk!
Squatted down and snatched the bottle from Ye Zhou's hand, and hugged it tightly.
"Little flower, hey, hey, hey." Ye Zhou was robbed of the wine bottle, opened his eyes in a daze, and turned over and threw down Xia Shu, "Little flower, little flower..."
I'll go! Where the hell did you get this wine?
Ye Zhou shook his head and squinted at Xia Shu's face, "Hey, hey, Xiaohua, I like you so much!" β
Ye Zhou lowered his head and kissed Xia Shu's lips, and stretched out his tongue to lick it in a daze.
Xiaoqi: "..."Ahhhh
Ye Zhou raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at each other, and Ye Zhou's face was slowly dyed red.
"Are you awake?" Xia Shu asked calmly.
Ye Zhou nodded stunned and shook his head again.
"Get up."
"I'm sorry, I like... The smell of the flowers. Ye Zhou hugged Xia Shu's waist tightly and buried his head in Xia Shu's shoulder.
Xia Shuyi turned over and pressed Ye Zhou under him, but the thing had already fallen asleep.
β...β
Xia Shu carried Ye Zhou and threw him into the apse hot spring to sober up.
Clapped your hands and went back to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, I saw a head lying on the side of the bed, staring at her with big eyes.
"Something?" Xia Shu sat up.
"Little flower, I... Yesterday..."Ye Zhou asked for a long time, "I yesterday... What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"No, I remember kissing Xiaohua!" Ye Zhou retorted.
Remember what else to ask.
"Xiaohua, can I... Kiss it again. Ye Zhou said with a finger in his eyes full of hope.
Is your skin itchy?
"No, you can't." Xia Shu got up and got out of bed.
"Why not? Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang will do. Ye Zhou caught up and couldn't understand.
What did the old man next door teach you?
"Because they're husband and wife." Xia Shu took out a coat from the wardrobe and put it on.
"Then I will also be married to Xiaohua."
Xia Shu turned to stare at Ye Zhou, "Do you know what a husband and wife are?" β
Ye Zhou blinked, "You can be with Xiaohua forever." β
"Nothing lasts." Xia Shu walked out.
Ye Zhou caught up, "I will accompany Xiaohua and never leave..."
β...β
The sect exchange meeting finally began, and Xia Shu sat in the elder's seat, watching the head of the sect to give an opening speech.
After saying a bunch of nonsense, he opened a secret realm portal and teleported the disciples under the age of 100 who participated in the competition in each sect.
You won't really die in this secret realm, and once you die, you will automatically teleport out of the secret realm. If you give up, you can also teleport out the crushed wooden card.
The ten people who remained in the secret realm in the end were the winners of this competition.
In other words, not only do you have to face all kinds of dangers in the secret realm, but also threats from other opponents. Of course, it's not all dangers, and the treasures and adventures found in the secret realm can naturally be taken away.
In order to show the heritage of the Qingwu faction, it is natural not to be stingy at this time.
There are several large light curtains outside the secret realm, relaying what happened in the secret realm.
Xia Shu looked at the familiar figure in the light curtain, isn't it why the male protagonist is in it!?
Can a sprinkler also participate? Who let him in?
There are still three days left in the competition, and Xia Shu doesn't want to watch them compete boringly, so he sneaks to the back mountain to climb trees and paint!
Three days later
Everyone gathered in front of the light curtain and waited for the last moment.
Someone keeps failing to be teleported out.,The male protagonist is still living tenaciously in it.γ
Until the last moment came, the male protagonist came out.
Others must have thought that the male protagonist was stabbed by the opponent and died. But will the male protagonist be stabbed so easily?,Why don't you have to struggle.γ
Only Xia Shu noticed that his left hand hidden in his sleeve was mostly afraid of attracting attention, so he smashed the wooden card and teleported it.
Xia Shu looked at the male protagonist's cultivation, and it rose again, in the middle of foundation building, but after seeing his performance in the secret realm, maybe this is not his true strength.
really has the aura of the protagonist, and those with poor qualifications are all scum!
There is also a disciple of the Qingwu Sect in the top ten, who is Xia Shu's junior disciple, Feng Lanyu.
The other factions had to re-examine the Qingwu faction, they thought that after the ascension of the Great Elder, the Qingwu faction had no successor, but the facts dealt them a heavy blow.
In the next few days, according to the cultivation, the disciples within the age of 100 who are refining qi, building the foundation, knotting the Dan, and Yuanying will be tested separately.
A big competition platform was set up at the foot of the mountain, and there was a spiritual barrier between the audience and the competition platform, which could ensure that the people who competed would not hurt the audience if they sent out their spiritual power.
Xia Shu sat in the elder's seat, watching the two lights below fly over and over, such a boring competition, let's draw!
"Old man Wu, do you think which of the two of them is better?" The mustachioed man next to Xia Shu turned his head and asked the thin man on his right.
"The one in white." The thin man glanced at the mustache and said coldly.
"No, no, no, I think the man in yellow has a better chance of winning." The man next to Xia Shu smoothed his mustache and shook his head with disapproval on his face.
"The white clothes are more proficient in using spells!"
"Then bet, I've been thinking about Old Man Wu's Transformation Pill for a long time." The mustachioed thief laughed.
"How about you lose?"
"How's the dragon root fruit?"
"Two."
"Deal!" The mustachioed man smiled and turned his head to look at Xia Shu, "Elder Zhang can hear it, give me a witness, Old Man Wu is about to lose my Divine Pill!" β
Xia Shu glanced at the two old men next to him, these two were almost five hundred years old combined, and they were still so naΓ―ve.
After a while, sure enough, the man in yellow won.
"Old man Wu, turn into a god pill~" The mustachioed man spread his hand and smiled at Old Man Wu.
Old man Wu glared at the mustachioed man angrily, snorted coldly, and reluctantly took out a small bottle.
"Hey, hey, thank you, old friend!" The mustache snatched the small bottle from Old Man Wu's hand and quickly put it into the Qiankun bag.
The next one was a competition between Feng Lanyu and the great disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. Xuantian Sword Sect is also one of the nine sects, this big disciple is said to build a foundation in fifteen and thirty knots, only forty-five this year, and is expected to cultivate into a Yuan Infant at sixty, which is a rare genius on the mainland.
Feng Lanyu is also in the middle of the Yudan, but it seems to be sixty years old, and he lost the talent, and the real competition is not necessarily.