After Su Qingwei collected her emotions, she returned to her bamboo building, and she just walked into the living room of the bamboo building when she found that there were guests.

The person who came was Mo Qingzhen, the eldest disciple of the head of the Tianxuan Sect, Yun Miao Zhenjun, if nothing else, he would be the next leader.

Mo Qingqi is also talented, and he is not more than 100 years old, and he is already a real person in the middle of the Jindan period. It is also mature and steady, and its spirit is lofty.

With Su Qingwei's current seniority, she had to shout when she saw Mo Qing: "Uncle Mo."

Mo Qing smiled even more pleasantly when he saw her, he looked at Su Wenqing, who had been silent all the time, and said, "Since Senior Nephew Su is back, the juniors will not bother, and I also ask Elder Su to talk to Senior Nephew Su about this matter." ”

He bowed to Su Wenqing and left, and encouraged her before passing Su Qingwei: "Come on, nephew Su." ”

Su Qingwei was confused, and it wasn't until he left that he found that Su Wenqing had a heavy look on his face.

"Dad, what's the matter with me?" She asked.

Su Wenqing picked up the teacup next to him and took a sip of tea before sighing: "Have you ever heard that the disciples of the Southern Regions Shu Sect will come to Tianxuan Sect to conduct two sect martial arts?" ”

Su Qingwei nodded: "Naturally, I've heard of it, but what does this have to do with me, I've just built a foundation, shouldn't the sect send me down?" ”

Seeing Su Wenqing's silence, she was a little surprised: "Wouldn't it?" There are so many disciples of the foundation building period of the sect who are in the Great Perfection, why do they need me to be such a rookie? ”

Su Wenqing glanced at her leisurely, and said coolly: "It's not that the vision made too much trouble when you built the foundation, but don't worry, I really don't want you to deal with those Great Perfection monks in the foundation building period." ”

It's good if it's not, otherwise it's just looking for abuse.

"But I want you to go to Shumen after the competition, and strive to subdue a spirit sword in their Sword Pavilion." Only then did Su Wenqing finish speaking.

Shumen sword cultivation is famous all over the world, and since ancient times, there have been "nine out of ten sword cultivation in the world", and their sword pavilion is a holy place of sects, and hundreds of thousands of spirit swords in it have a faint sword spirit. The sect spent a lot of money this time to agree to the Shumen Sword Pavilion to be opened to several disciples of the sect.

After Su Qingwei understood this, she couldn't help asking, "Who else is traveling with you?" ”

Su Wenqing shook his head: "Mo Qinglai just told me that you were choosing, as for others, they didn't tell me." But don't worry, you'll know before you leave at the latest. ”

Having said that, Su Wenqing was still quite worried when he thought that his daughter was going to go away again.

But soon his eyes lit up, didn't he also go to the Southern Regions! So what's there to worry about.

So Su Wenqing drank his tea again, he hadn't been out of the sect for so many years, and he could also take a good stroll outside and meet old friends.

Su Qingwei didn't have any pressure on this trip, this was simply the sect distributing benefits. But before she travels, she still has to prepare a few things.

She returned to her room, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw her Dichen Little Master sitting straight on her bed, looking at her with a resentful expression.

Su Qingwei began to reflect on herself, and it seemed that it was quite rude to leave the master and run out by herself. So she put on a posture and was ready to apologize.

Who knew that before she could speak, her little master slowly spoke: "I'm hungry for my teacher!"

Hungry? Su Qingwei was speechless, she remembered that she seemed to have packed a lot of food for him in the storage bag, how long did it take to be gone?