Ye Qingyin knew that the light on Mu Heng's body was the light of merit, which was originally imperceptible to the realm of non-two instruments, but at this time, it was so clearly displayed in front of his eyes.

This golden light was emitted by the causal thread emitted by Xiao Ba touching the power of merit wrapped in Mu Heng's whole body.

Before she could react, the golden light on Mu Heng's body slowly disappeared, and finally disappeared at all.

Hachi, who was originally shining with white light, was blooming with golden brilliance at this time, and he was extremely holy. The power of merit that was touched slowly began to be absorbed by the causal line, and through the conduction of the causal line, it was all gathered on the body of the Great Dao Jing Xiaoba.

Then, Xiao Ba riveted all the causal threads into a wisp, which flowed into his mouth from Mu Heng's dantian, and through the lips of the two of them leaning together, it was transmitted to Ye Qingyin's body.

Ye Qingyin didn't feel anything in his mouth, but he felt that his body was changing, and he looked inside the dantian and found that countless causal lines connected every part of his body.

And the causal line is like a conduit, transporting all the power of Mu Heng's merits into Ye Qingyin's body.

Ye Qingyin saw Mu Heng's thoughts yesterday, and when she heard her ask about merit, she guessed that Mu Heng planned to do this. She never thought of accepting Mu Heng's merits, and she didn't expect that Mu Heng would have any way, so she didn't take it to heart after Mu Heng asked.

And now, Ye Qingyin was very surprised to accept the power of merit from Mu Heng. What surprised her was not that Mu Heng would do this, but how he did it.

How can ethereal merit and luck be so easily transferred? Ye Qingyin knew how difficult it was to achieve such a goal, and it was really hard to imagine how Mu Heng did it.

Thinking of how many times he saw Mu Heng's tangled and sad emotions, Ye Qingyin knew that the difficulty in his heart was not how to find a way to transmit the power of merit, but how to achieve it.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingyin couldn't help but feel sorry for the little man opposite, and the hands he held also increased his strength, giving the other party a full response.

The lips that were originally passive became active, and she wanted to show her enthusiasm so that he could feel her heart.

The transmission of the power of merit was only in the blink of an eye, Mu Heng received the signal from the end of Xiaoba, and reluctantly left Ye Qingyin's warm lips.

is obviously doing something unspeakable between men and women, but Mu Heng does not have a trace of lust in his heart, although he is reluctant, he is also very satisfied.

The fulfillment of his wish allowed him to sweep away the previous haze at once.

Ye Qingyin realized that Mu Heng was leaving, and she also had a lot of nostalgia in her heart, and in an instant, she suddenly had the idea that she was just a little woman, and the big man was the little man in front of her.

A young man, with poor talent, low cultivation, but very strong ability, and a sense of security.

Mu Heng's hands also let go, and he stepped back a little, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, looking up and down at the changes in Ye Qingyin.

Perhaps because these merits were his own, Mu Heng could clearly see that her body was exuding a peaceful soft light.

If you had seen Guanyin Bodhisattva in your previous life, you would think it would be Ye Qingyin's current appearance.

The first thing I saw was a orchid, but at this time she was more like a hibiscus out of the water, spotless and white.

Ye Qingyin opened her arms again, making the golden light emanating from her whole body even more brilliant, she wanted Mu Heng to see the results of his hard work.

She smiled so sweetly.

He smiled so contentedly.

Speechless, Mu Heng knew that Ye Qingyin still needed to be familiar with and comprehend the changes brought about by the power of merit, so he winked at her, turned around and swam away with a smile.

Ye Qingyin looked at the direction of Mu Heng's departure with attachment until he saw no shadow.

Mu Heng, who returned to the bamboo building, finally fell into a deep sleep because of the biggest thing on his mind, enjoying the comfort of an unrestrained life.

What he can do for Ye Qingyin has been taken out without reservation, and as for the result of tomorrow's competition, it is no longer within his control, and he believes that Ye Qingyin can win.

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"Senior brother, get up quickly!" Before the sun went out, the quiet morning was broken by Luo Yunjin's anxious shouts.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Mu Heng was hazy, reluctant to open his eyes, still nostalgic for the tenderness of the bed.

"Hurry up, let's go and help my sister." Luo Yunjin saw that Mu Heng was so lazy, and he was actually a little angry, the senior sister tried such a big thing, and the senior brother was still in the mood to sleep lazy.

"Don't pull, don't pull, I can't get up!" Mu Heng didn't want to go to see the competition, but he couldn't resist Luo Yunjin, so he simply accompanied her to take a look.

Luo Yunjin accompanied Mu Heng through the morning of mortals, and constantly urged Mu Heng to speed up his pace.

"By the way, where is the competition, is there a martial arts arena?" Mu Heng, who packed up his things, put all his belongings in the storage ring, only to remember that he didn't know where to compete.

"Not really, in Hantan." Luo Yunjin gave a mothball-colored color and replied.

"Hantan?" Mu Heng couldn't be more familiar with this place, it was the holy place in his heart. It's strange why you chose that place, you can't stand still, do you have to fight in the water?

"I don't know why the sect master chose the competition venue there, but this is a lot of benefits for the senior sister, and the speed of replenishing spiritual power can be much faster." Luo Yunjin continued.

So that's the case, for Ye Qingyin, who is a water attribute spirit root, a place like Hantan that is rich in water spiritual energy is her location. It seems that I met Ye Qingyin in the cold pool last night, and I think she is familiar with the venue.

Follow Luo Yunjin Imperial Sword and fly towards Hantan, which is much faster than running on his own legs, and it will be there in a few breaths.

"Hey, why is this cold pool different from what I saw yesterday?" Mu Heng looked at the scene in front of him and was very surprised.

Originally, it was shaped like a water droplet, with a thick layer of ice floating on the surface at the end of the water droplet, and many chairs were placed on it, which was supposed to be used as a stand.

And the head of the water droplet, with a regular circle, is the home of the competition.

Such an ingenious arrangement couldn't help but make Mu Heng look at the sect master a little differently, and he was really thoughtful in his management.

There were already a lot of women gathered in the huge stands at this time, all of them were disciples of Yuqing Xingzhai, thinking that they came as cheerleaders.

Mu Heng saw a lot of familiar faces inside, although he couldn't name them, he knew that they were disciples in the door.

"Haven't the Halal Sect come yet?" Mu Heng looked at the sun that had just emerged and asked Luo Yunjin.

"No, I guess it's going to be soon. I heard from the uncles that there will be people from the Taiqing Dao Palace." Luo Yunjin and Mu Heng walked side by side to the stands and kept looking at the surrounding environment.

"Taiqing Dao Palace? What are they coming to do?" Mu Heng said strangely.

"What's so strange about this, the Sanqing Daomen is already one family, and if this kind of big event happens, the three parties must be involved." Luo Yunjin said as a matter of course, it seems that there are not a few things like this that she has encountered.

"I see." Mu Heng answered, and looked around for the figure of the real person. I haven't seen a figure after observing it for a long time, and I'm still preparing for it, but it's not time to appear.

"Senior brother, what are you looking for?" Luo Yunjin saw Mu Heng talking to him absentmindedly, and asked unhappily in his heart.

"Nothing."

"The Sect Master is here." Luo Yunjin wanted to continue to ask Mu Heng about his perfunctory, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the sect master was coming with a group of people, so he reminded Mu Heng to pay attention to that side. Mu Heng looked towards Luo Yunjin's eyes, although the sect master's face was cold, and no one should enter, it was still not difficult to see the spirit in his eyes. Looking at her like this, she seems to have won the battle, and I don't know where she got the confidence.

Mu Heng shook his head and didn't care about it anymore, and suddenly thought of a key question: "Senior sister, you said that the Holy Maiden Contest is such a big thing, will your master come back to participate in this grand event?"

Luo Yunjin was a little surprised when she heard this, she didn't expect Mu Heng to ask her master, and she thought about it with her little head and replied, "Master has always been the head of the dragon

I can't guess if I don't see the end. However, I heard from my sister that Master is looking for something important, so I may not have time to pay attention to my sister's competition."

"Oh." It stands to reason that this competition not only involves the treasure of the Shangqing Sect, but also the major events of Ye Qingyin's life.

"Mu Xiaoyou, I didn't expect you to come so early." The sect master walked past Mu Heng and suddenly stopped to say hello to Mu Heng.

"Sect Master, good morning." Mu Heng responded.

"Thanks to the gift of Mu Xiaoyou, the poor road has successfully broken through a small class." The sect master changed his grim face and expressed kindness to Mu Heng.

"The kid doesn't dare to take credit!" Mu Heng didn't feel that he had helped her anything, and refused rationally.

"Whether you recognize it or not, Poor Dao remembers a little friend's love." The sect master put down his words and walked towards the main seat in the center of the stands.

After taking a closer look, Mu Heng found that there were three main seats in the center of the stands, and he thought that in addition to the sect master, it was also prepared for the sect masters of the other two gates.

"Whoosh.. Whoosh.." The sound of the fairy sword cutting through the air came one after another, attracting the attention of everyone in the stands. Mu Heng also stared at the group of people who suddenly appeared, and there were forty or fifty people under the careful count.

Except for the one at the head of the row, who was dressed in gray, the others followed him in two rows.

On one side, there are all men, all of them are flawless white shirts, with fluttering clothes and cold expressions, and the momentum is extraordinary.

On the other side, there are all women, with pink gauze clothes on top of their white clothes, like plum blossoms in winter, which is very good-looking.

Among the people who came, Mu Heng caught a familiar figure, wasn't that Meng Xuyang! It seems that these are all people from Taiqing Dao Palace.

"Senior Sister Tianqing, how are you doing?" The leader, Edgeworth, flew above the stands, jumped down and greeted the sect master.

The man appeared to be about fifty years old, with black hair on his head and gray in color. The same gray beard looks a little old on the wrinkled face. What's more obvious is the slightly hunchbacked figure, and the original appearance of the fairy wind bones has been destroyed a lot.

"Tianqing has seen Senior Brother Zhao." The sect master hurriedly stood up and saluted the other party.

After Luo Yunjin's introduction, this old man was Zhao Jingtong, the palace master of Taiqing Dao Palace, and the Tianqing in his mouth was the sect master of Yuqing Xingzhai Chong Tianqing. Mu Heng was still amazed at the strange surname of the sect master, and Zhao Jingtong spoke again.

"The old man didn't come late, did he? Haha."

"Of course, Senior Brother came just in time."

The two seem to be the protagonists of the stage, greeting each other and saying goodbyes to each other.

"Senior Brother Yuande is the last one to come every time, and the shelf is full of shelves." Zhao Jingtong slandered with a belly that was not salty or light.

"Not really." The sect master also echoed.

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"Brother Mu, Senior Sister Luo, it's been a long time." Meng Xuyang had just landed, and he was already looking for Mu Heng's figure with sharp eyes.

In fact, there is no need to deliberately look for it, Mu Heng, as the only man, is so conspicuous in the crowd that he was caught by him at a glance.

When Meng Xuyang found Mu Heng, the other disciples of the Taiqing Dao Palace unexpectedly discovered that before they came, there was already a man stretched out in Wan Hong.