The place where the bowl spirit is entertained in the summer is quite exquisite, not luxurious, but it is impeccable.

On the table are all kinds of unique delicacies of Xia Dingguo, and the bowl spirit is full of oil, it has been fifteen years since the last time he left the secret realm, and he feels that his generosity this time is worth it.

During the banquet, Xia further introduced the matter of Huiwu to Wan Ling, and Wan Ling knew the importance of Huiwu to these cultivators outside the sect.

The main body of the Cangyue Divine Cult is the Phantom Race, and few other races appear. There are only two ways for other races to join them, the first is that the time pattern is more than nine percent complete.

This criterion is almost impossible for only cultivators who have practiced the law of time to appreciate the difficulty of it.

The second way is through the martial arts.

The martial arts meeting is held once every hundred years, and each of the four secret realms sends five cultivators to participate, and among these five, one is from outside the sect.

If the children outside the sect achieve the top three results in the martial arts, they will have the hope of joining the Cangyue Divine Sect and accepting the first sixfold inheritance of the Cangyue Bible.

Only then did Wan Ling know that he was already a disciple of the Cangyue Divine Sect at all, otherwise it would be impossible to master the first eightfold exercises, and there was no need to be humble with Xia, but at this time, the time limit for declaration had passed, and he could only reluctantly quit.

In the ensuing conversation, it was basically between Bowl Spirit and Summer, and the two people next to them were a little embarrassed.

Xiu Guangtao couldn't bear it at first, and proposed to walk around. Of course, the bowl spirit knew what he was going to do, and he didn't stop it.

Then Gangqiang didn't do it, but he didn't say what he was going to do. But through the understanding of him, the bowl spirit can see at a glance that he is looking at summer, and he is a little beastly unbearable, and he has gone to visit the kiln.

Gangqiang's transmission before leaving also just verified this.

"Boy, count yourself lucky, next time you encounter something like this, brother, I won't let you. ”

Gangqiang's voice was naturally disdainful, but the summer in front of him did have a different taste.

With her, the bowl spirit seems to be in nature, full of life. This woman is pure and fresh, smart and tenacious, and the maturity and stability of her spiritual eyes, which also deeply attracts her.

Maybe it's because of the relationship with the human race, and Wan Ling feels that something should be done for her.

After Gangqiang and Xiu Guangtao left one after another, only the two of them were left, and the summer was no longer as comfortable as before, but on the contrary, it was a little restrained, and Wan Ling's subsequent words made her even more nervous.

"Ah! such a flower before the moon, wine and beauty, I really can't help but make a lot of poetry!"

Summer was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, she knew that the bowl spirit was joking, because he was also laughing, and there was no meaning of chanting poetry at all, and the nerves that had just been tense were relieved a little.

"But I seldom recite poetry, and my poetry can only be read to those I care about. ”

In the summer, I felt a little nervous, and I felt that I was always frightened when I was with the bowl spirit, but I saw the bowl spirit smiling and handing him a jade slip.

"The poem is ready, please take your time to appreciate it. ”

Summer was just about to read the contents of the jade slip, and the bowl spirit had already stood up.

"Thank you Miss Xia for your hospitality, I have to say goodbye in advance. ”

Summer hurriedly stood up: "Childe go slowly." ”

After the bowl spirit left, Summer couldn't help but reminisce about the contact with him for a moment, feeling that this was a very interesting person, but then the content of the jade slip made her stay in place.

What is written in the jade slip is not a poem, but the first six exercises of the Cangyue Bible.

"Am I the person you care about?" Summer looked up into the distance, and the long-lost spring heart in his heart was rippling.

Bidding farewell to the summer, the bowl spirit walked aimlessly through the streets of Summer City, hesitating whether to find the spirit or not. Soul Breath Condensation has a god-level triple cultivation, and the soul cultivation has even reached the fourth level of the Soul Transformation Realm, judging from his current situation, he should not be an opponent yet.

Fate seems to be deliberately pulling the two of them, and at this moment, the spirit eyes are also walking on the streets of Summer Time City. The Spirit Clan just sent a message, and after receiving the news, Lingmu felt a little upset, so he came out to relax, but he didn't want to meet the bowl spirit here.

Both of them spotted each other, stopped almost at the same time, and looked at each other at a distance of about ten meters.

Seeing the bowl spirit again, the spirit eyes were almost a little unrecognizable, because the bowl spirit's soul cultivation at the moment was already comparable to her, but the divine body cultivation was slightly lower.

After staring at each other for a long time, the bowl spirit took the lead in front of the spirit eye.

"Sister, do you miss me?" With the current cultivation of the bowl spirit, he can finally face the spirit eye.

"Still so out of tune, why haven't you come to see me?" Lingmu's face turned red, and when she saw Wan Ling, her mood improved inexplicably, and she didn't know why such a question popped up.

"No, I can see my sister every day!"

"You... !"

"I'm talking about dreams. ”

Lingmu's heart was pounding, and she didn't know when she started, she was already a little nervous in front of this ignorant boy.

"Come with me. ”

"It's a great honor. ”

Then, the lonely two traveled together, shuttling back and forth in the summer city, and the surrounding scenery repeated over and over again, and they still did not know.

The bowl spirit could see that Lingmu had something on his mind, but he didn't ask, he hoped to be able to bring Lingmu a nature-like breath like summer, so that she could forget her troubles, and then, her head was full of her own figure.

The bowl spirit suggested that they go outside the city and take a walk, so that they might be closer to nature, and the spirit eyes naturally had no objection.

Subsequently, the footprints of the two of them were all around Xia Shi City, they both had extremely high cultivation, but they did not fly, so they walked with the strength of their physical bodies. When you get tired of walking, sit there for a while and then walk again.

Lingmu's ears were always echoing with the bowl spirit's tussle, and he slowly came out of his boredom.

The two of them are you and me, but they forget the time.

At this moment, on the side of the Cangyue Divine Sect, the martial arts have already begun.

Due to the absence of the bowl spirit, the original twenty cultivators became nineteen.

The location chosen for this meeting is in Summer Time City, and it adopts the method of taking turns to challenge. The content of the competition is only related to the law of time, but there will be no harm to the cultivators.

Before the first round began, Elder Mo Xian left early, and the bowl spirit has not returned yet, this is her heart and soul treasure, and there is absolutely no room for loss.

When she finally found the bowl spirit outside Xia Shi City, she did not show her figure, but quietly retreated.

At this moment, the bowl spirit and the spirit eyes are sitting side by side by the stream, surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers, birds and flowers, it is a place very close to nature, but the atmosphere is very heavy.

"The Soul Clan proposed to withdraw from the marriage, just because you didn't go to participate in the Divine War? Think the Spirit Clan is cowardly? What kind of thing is this bullshit Divine War? I'll go back and let Grandma Mo sign up for me, I have to come back first. ”

In the face of the bowl spirit's incessant talk, Lingmu did not have any words, but his gaze always stayed on him.

For the first time, Lingmu felt that his father was indeed far-sighted, and that the bowl spirit had really grown up, and if he could be given enough time, Lingmu believed that he could definitely become a myth.