"That's right." With a wave of the ink monkey's paw, the golden lotus fell into the Chaos Sea, "Chaos gives birth to the Golden Lotus, if this Chaos Sea is full of golden lotus, the Xuan Qi can be increased by two times, and then the little master can grow on his own without absorbing your Xuan Qi." ”

"You got the golden lotus?" Luo Qingyin was so happy that she just wanted to hug the ink monkey and kiss it fiercely.

She was just struggling with the nutritional problem of the Phoenix God Egg, and it was solved as soon as it was a golden lotus, and it didn't go too well.

The ink monkey scratched his face in frustration.

It found the golden lotus, but it didn't get it.

Because, it doesn't have a helper!

Therefore, in the end, it was Zi Yunchen.

However, it will never be said.

Luo Qingyin didn't ask any questions, his divine sense moved, he took out the phoenix god egg and held it in his arms, and asked casually, "Do you know the illusion world?" ”

The ink monkey said casually: "I know, isn't it just the thing that the ten ancient clans tossed out to pit the juniors, and it hasn't disappeared yet?" ”

Hey?

Pit juniors?

Luo Qingyin was curious: "How to pit?" ”

"The illusion world is to Wuhou what the heavenly generals are to the generals, it is to let people fight and fight, but it is just a virtual world." The ink monkey said with a lack of interest, "However, the purpose of the ten ancient clans is only to train the juniors, and the people who can pass through the pit of the Heavenly General List and break through the hurdle of Wuhou will not be too bad, in order to ensure the safety of their lives, they can be resurrected if they die in it, and it will not affect the life in reality, and they can also earn Xuanjing and squeak inside." ”

Luo Qingyin's eyes immediately lit up: "Make money? ”

The ink monkey licked his paws and spit out, "Master has a master who ranks first on the wealth list of the illusory world. ”

One sentence aroused Luo Qingyin's great interest, and he said with great interest: "Where did you get in?" ”

With her ability and the understanding of the ink monkey, she can definitely make a lot of money in the fantasy world!

The ink monkey glanced at her: "It's not suitable in the wild, squeak." ”

"Okay." Luo Qingyin pursed his lips, his divine sense moved, and the chaos bracelet appeared.

At this time, Shang Jin and Shang Yan went hunting, Shang Qing was lighting a fire in a clearing not far away, Ren Xian was trying to combine spirit grass and poisonous weeds to prepare medicinal food needs, and the snow ginseng doll was holding his cheeks and looking at him softly.

Wannian Xue is pure and good in nature, and has a vague medicinal fragrance, even Ren Xian, who is dark inside and out, has a great impression of him, so he explained to him the role of each poisonous herb while configuring the medicinal diet formula.

Poisonous weed and spirit grass not only opened a new door for the preparation of wine recipes and pill recipes for snow ginseng dolls, but also opened a new door for Ren Xian.

While he was teaching, he was also carefully checking each spirit grass poisonous weed.

Luo Qingyin smiled secretly in his heart, the snow ginseng doll was much more familiar with these than him!

She wouldn't tell him, though.

Walking to Ren Xian's side and sitting down, Luo Qingyin looked at him with his cheeks raised, his posture was exactly the same as that of the snow ginseng doll, and even his expression was the same.

Ren Xian couldn't help laughing and asked, "There are still two months to graduate, what are your plans?" ”

Luo Qingyin and Snow Ginseng Doll tilted their heads at the same time, and their beautiful and sparkling eyes blinked at him: "What? ”

Ren Xian's heart was instantly sprouted.

Sometimes he can't help but think that if he and Xiao Qingmei are together, there will probably be a cute child like a snow ginseng doll, who can sit together like this and make the same movements without going out of his way, right?

However, there are no ifs in life.

Selling himself to Luo Qingyin was not as uncomfortable as he imagined.

After collecting his thoughts, Ren Xian hooked the corners of his lips and said with a light smile: "After graduation, you always have to join the sect, are you ready to join which sect?" ”

"This ......"

She really hadn't thought about it.

She didn't need to think about it.

Because, she has a hundred grass halls.

Hearing him ask, she casually took out a set of tea sets, and asked while boiling water to make tea, "Do you have a good sect recommendation?" ”

Ren Xian handed the sorted out poisonous weed spirit grass to Shang Yan, and said lightly: "If you don't have a choice, you can consider joining the Poison Sect...... Oh, no, it should be the sect master of the Poison Sect. ”

Luo Qingyin's hand shook and almost knocked over the kettle: "Be the sect master of the Poison Sect?" Are you serious? ”

Ren Xian joked: "This monarch is the sect master of the Poison Sect, and now he has sold himself to you, you are not the sect master, who should be?" ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

Other sects or forces are okay, but she really can't be the sect master of the Poison Sect!

After all, before she met Ren Xian, she thought that poison was not a righteous thing, although her current impression has changed, but if she is in charge of the Poison Sect, will she really not put the Poison Sect on the wrong path?

Her deep groan looked in Ren Xian's eyes, Ren Xian thought that she was worried that she would not be able to convince the public, and explained with a smile: "The rules of the Poison Sect are different from ordinary sects, as long as you can pass the sect master's trial, the upper and lower levels will obey you." ”

Luo Qingyin raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were like a wave of water flowing: "What is the sect master trial?" ”

Ren Xian said: "A hundred random people in the sect will give a hundred different poisons, as long as you eat it and not die, you will be over." ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

This kind of sect master trial is really easy!

Luo Qingyin hooked the corners of his lips: "I'll try it when I have the chance." ”

Cooking rice on the spot, stewing medicinal food and barbecue, and eating a big meal, Luo Qingyin took out the Condor Order to summon the Fire Condor King, and the six people boarded the back of the Fire Condor King and flew back to Xuanfeng City directly.

Six days later, the Fire Condor King arrived in Xuanfeng City.

Let Qianjiujiu settle Ren Xian and Shang Jin, Luo Qingyin sent a crane talisman to Ming Jiu and Kite respectively, and immediately took the snow ginseng doll and the ink monkey to hike up the mountain from the Asking Heart Ladder.

After leaving Xuanfeng Academy for more than a year, and then coming back, things are not people.

Tao Hong, Qiu Yongyuan, Huang Youshuang and other familiar friends have all graduated from Xuanfeng Academy and joined different sects, and the faces of the students who come and go on the road look immature and unfamiliar.

Luo Qingyin stood on the ladder of inquiry, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of homesickness.

Familiar friends are gone.

What about Hua Qianye?

What about Jimo without a heart?

Are they absent?

In the middle of her thoughts, a delicately shaped black butterfly fluttered out of the flowers and landed on her fingers, with a faint streamer around her body, which was very beautiful.

The snow ginseng doll immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Little chubby butterfly!" ”

Little Fat Butterfly opened her mouth and made a crying voice: "I haven't seen you for two years, and as soon as we meet, you will say that I am fat, and I am ......"

The snow ginseng doll stuck out her tongue and grimaced at the little black butterfly: "You are fat, black and fat." ”

The little black butterfly lay on Luo Qingyin's fingers and cried: "Huh, you said I was fat!" ”

Luo Qingyin "fluttered" and laughed, and the trace of emotion in his heart disappeared.

No matter how Xuanfeng Academy changes, no matter how strange the students who come and go are, at least, the junior brother is still there.

Mentor, I think you'll be there, right?

Mao Dun Literature