Bailu, Lanjiang.

A light boat rises and falls in the turbulent waters.

Zhao Qing leaned on the bow of the boat, laying a divine sense mark from time to time, and continued to experiment with new uses of the Secret Technique.

After some time of skillful training, he was now able to lay thirty seals, and every hundred zhang they were connected to each other, and it was not a problem for his divine consciousness to spread for twenty miles.

Even though he had been away from the dock of Tianshui County for more than an hour, he could still clearly perceive the merchants and traders on the dock.

Although it is only directional perception, it is enough for him now.

As long as you prepare well in advance, you will have a lot more eyes than ordinary monks......

At the moment, he has only worked out two ways to use it.

The first is like installing surveillance, where the Divine Sense Mark can remain for several days, allowing insight into movements at great distances.

The second is to use the Divine Sense Mark to control the object...... The sword is 3,000 zhang, but if it is used against the enemy, it needs to be more skillfully controlled.

Unconsciously, there was a tingling pain from the Mud Pill Palace.

His consciousness was depleted again, and he needed to rest and recover.

During this time, he seemed to have returned to the days of the Danta Trial, tossing his divine consciousness every day, exploring all kinds of wonderful uses.

On his side, Qing Huan quietly crossed his knees, looking at the master beside him with a pair of watery spring eyes.

She was originally kneeling beside her, but Zhao Qing forcibly changed her posture.

There were only the two of them going out this time, and they accompanied Qinghuan to visit Gu Qingci at the White Horse Temple in Heyang Mountain.

Zhao Qing took Qing Huan into his arms and gently rubbed her gooseneck and beautiful jaw.

The woman was pulled by him, a pair of delicate jade legs slowly stretched, and a touch of spring flashed between her eyebrows.

Qing Huan always said that he wanted to go back to Tianshui alone, but he had been following Zhao Qing for the past two years, and he had no intention of going out.

There was no way, Zhao Qing could only forcibly take her back.

After all, if Gu Qingci didn't practice, he wouldn't be able to live for many years, and he wouldn't see Qinghuan more often...... She will inevitably be depressed in the future.

And the way to forcibly bring her back is simple.

Just say the last sentence to follow me to Tianshui, and this woman will follow her silently.

Qing Huan is silent at home, and he never speaks what he thinks, so he can only guess.

However, Zhao Qing already knows her very well, and there is nothing too difficult to guess.

It's nothing more than wanting to spend more time with her quietly, or I want to go to Tianshui to see my sister, or I want to hear some words that praise her for being useful.

…… At least, that's what Zhao Qing thinks.

What Qing Huan has in her head, only she knows.

Silently, the touch of warmth, humidity and heat comes from the fingers.

A panel emerges in front of me.

【Gu Qinghuan】

【Solidarity】

[Obtain the qualification of water spirit root: 15]

[Obtain Wood Spirit Root Qualification: 15]

[Obtain Fire Spirit Root Qualification: 15]

The woman's phoenix eyes trembled slightly, her lips gently licked Zhao Qing's fingers, and she only smiled between her eyes.

An autumn tide rises on the river, surging in.

But it was blocked by the condensed spiritual power, and it only turned into a little drop of water and fell on the light boat.

Zhao Qing looked down at the charming and humble face in his arms, and rubbed Qing Huan's forehead dotingly.

The progress of his three spiritual roots has increased rapidly, all thanks to Qing Huan's silent efforts.

This kind of thing of automatic grain production can only be played smoothly by Qinghuan.

It's hard for Shuyue and Xiaoyi to poke their fetishes...... Si He is more like a bystander, and will randomly drop rewards when he is cloudy.

Zhao Qing teased the woman's red lips slightly, and then caressed her eyes and held them tightly in his arms.

After feeling the warm palm that caressed her face, Qing Huan's eyes never opened again, even though the desire in her heart could no longer be suppressed, she was very used to sinking in this state.

Feeling the delicate body in his arms, Zhao Qing even had the illusion that this was a puppet.

That day, his aunt asked him how he made Qinghuan like this.

Zhao Qing said bitterly.

It had nothing to do with him, he was a total victim......

It was Qing Huan who was eroding his mind little by little and changing his habits.

Now, Zhao Qing's various habits have been completely distorted by Qing Huan.

But he obviously didn't do anything, but he just asked Qing Huan to call himself a master back then, and he became what he is now.

Zhao Qing also slowly closed his eyes and let the light boat sway in the river.

He pressed Qing Huan's head on his chest and said softly, "Xiaoyi asked me privately how you became like this. ”

The woman nodded slightly, silent.

Zhao Qing said again: "I told her that you were changing me. ”

Gu Qinghuan was still silent, his phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and he quietly listened to the heartbeat of his master.

A man's chuckle came to his ears, down his sternum and into his ears like a drum.

"Si He said, you're training me."

The woman closed her eyes and responded softly: "Don't you like it?" ”

Zhao Qing: ......

Qing Huan opened his eyes, raised his slender goose neck and looked at him: "If my sister is still unwilling to practice, when she is at the end of her life, Qing Huan will wear chains and guard her master for the rest of her life." ”

Yes!?

Again?

Looking at the beautiful face in front of him, Zhao Qing couldn't wait to immediately press her into the river and punish her on the spot.

But I'm going to Heyang Mountain soon, even if I want to bully someone's daughter, I can't bully it in person, right?

Qing Huan felt the majestic blood of the man in front of him, and said softly: "Qing Huan still has to be the master's gun attendant, and his hands and feet cannot be restrained." ”

She held Zhao Qing's palm and placed it between her goose neck, and a pair of phoenix eyes flashed with a smile.

Zhao Qing understood what she meant, took a deep breath, and then shook his head.

Qing Huan is also a human being, how can he treat her like that?

He said in a deep voice, "No. ”

"Hmmm......"

The woman nodded weakly, and then a pair of bright wrists pressed together, slowly raised above her head.

Zhao Qing was taken aback.

I felt that it was too difficult to talk to Qing Huan like this.

He originally wanted to enlighten Qinghuan, so he abandoned the spirit boat and bought a small boat on the dock, and the two snuggled up and floated towards Heyang Mountain.

But obviously, he failed.

Gu Qinghuan said softly: "The master doesn't have to worry about Qinghuan. ”

"Qing Huan returned to Songshan and studied the gun trick seriously, and stayed by the master's side every day."

She saw that Zhao Qing's expression softened slightly, so she smiled and poked her head into the river water, like ink and green silk scattered and floating, and the swimming fish and gravel at the bottom of the river were clearly visible.

……

Nothing to say for a day.

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhao Qing clasped Qing Huan's slender hand and came to the ancient temple in the depths of Heyang Mountain.

It was supposed to arrive yesterday, but Zhao Qing didn't hold back, gave in to his heart, and quietly accompanied Qinghuan for a day.

The woman next to her was dressed in a white dress and smiled lightly.

I don't see the delicate posture on the river yesterday.

Zhao Qing pinched Qinghuan's wrist and looked up at the remnants of this ancient temple.

White Horse Temple.

Gu Qingci became a monk here.

There is a former Yujing walk here, the sixth walk of the Bodhi lineage seven hundred years ago, Daoxin!

This Dao Xin was a Yuanying cultivator seven hundred years ago, and now he is probably a god or even higher.

But Zhao Qing didn't care too much, there were many strange people in this world, and what people cultivated had nothing to do with him.

I won't come to bully myself, if I really want to say it, I want to say that they are all Yujing disciples.

If the old monk is willing to say a few words, then he will accompany him for two sentences, if he doesn't want to deal with him, it's better.

He's here to find someone anyway.

"Qinghuan went knock on the door." The woman tried to break free of his wrist, but was unable to do so.

Zhao Qing took a deep breath, pulled Qing Huan forward two steps, and knocked on the closed temple door.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The rusty knocker slammed into the door panel, sending up a few pieces of wood chips and dust...... This door is too broken.

Soon, the sound of brisk walking came from the temple.

Although the divine sense could not be detected, just listening to this footsteps, he knew that it should be a young man who had not cultivated in his body.

Zhao Qing slowly breathed a sigh of relief, he was also a little afraid that he would bump into that Bodhi walking as soon as he knocked on the door.

Although there is no injustice and no hatred, I am still a little nervous to meet the strange boss.

Crunch.

The dilapidated wooden door was opened, and a small sand novice greeted him with his palms: "...... are the two?" ”

Zhao Qing was silent, leaving the opportunity to speak to Qing Huan.

Although Qing Huan didn't speak in front of her, she was definitely not a fool, and her rank was really not lower than that of her aunt.

Gu Qinghuan naturally folded his hands: "Qinghuan has seen the little master." ”

"I wonder if Gu Qingci is practicing in this White Horse Temple?"

Gu Qingci?

The little monk instantly remembered something, looked the woman in front of him up and down with a pair of big eyes, and then looked at Zhao Qing.

"Come with me, the abbot has been waiting for a long time."

Abbot?

Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, watching the little monk turn around and leave, he pulled Qing Huan behind him.

It was hard to speak with a bald head, but the abbot waited for a long time...... It should be the one who believes.

At the thought of this, his mind gradually tensed.

On the contrary, Qing Huan's expression was calm, and he broke free of his arm, turned around and closed the temple door.

At this moment, the two most important people in her life are in the temple, and there is nothing to be nervous about, whether Daoxin is a god or a primordial infant has nothing to do with her.

The phoenix's eyes skimmed lightly, and when she saw the master's slightly solemn eyebrows, the woman gently scratched his palm with her small hand.

Zhao Qing glanced at her and relaxed slightly.

There were no pilgrims in the temple, only monks who came and went, and although the divine sense could not be detected, the fluctuations of the surrounding aura spoke for themselves.

This White Horse Temple is full of lay monks, and there are no monks as far as the eye can see.

Wisps of smoke wafted from the huge copper furnace, and there was a vegetable field by the courtyard wall, where a little monk was picking vegetables.

Under the grass hut not far away, a monk walked slowly with a wooden barrel, and a fragrance wafted in...... It was their breakfast.

Just like a normal temple, it is self-sufficient.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Zhong Ming echoed repeatedly in the temple, and Zhao Qing pulled Qing Huan to follow behind Xiao Shami, and finally arrived outside a meditation room in the depths of the temple.

There was a calm voice passing through the dilapidated window, and it was an old man.

"Come in, Hui Guang go and bring some porridge and vegetables."

After Xiao Shami left, Zhao Qing pushed open the narrow wooden door and stepped into the dark meditation room, Gu Qinghuan followed behind.

As far as the eye can see, a small blue and dark bronze statue is placed on the wooden table, and there is still standing incense in the incense burner that has not yet been burned.

The yin in Zhao Qing's mind shook violently, and Si He seemed to have seen something incredible......

Zhao Qing was also a little puzzled, the blue and dark bronze statue was not a human form, but a dragon head!

To be precise, it should be called a dragon head statue.

Such an unlucky thing, Zhao Qing even thought that Bodhi and Bloody Clothes were mortal enemies, but after looking at it carefully, this dragon head statue was not at all the same as the dragon carving inherited by Bloody Clothes.

On the bloody jade of the clothes, the eyes of the dragon head exuded a strange red glow, and there was a faint tendency to hook up with the stars.

And this blue and dark dragon head is extremely blurry, and a pair of huge dragon eyes are closed, as if they are sleeping.

The four futons were arranged at random, as if they had been prepared for a long time.

An old monk with a white beard sat cross-legged on one of the futons, calmly looking at a man and a woman in front of him.

Zhao Qing hesitated slightly, not knowing whether to call the abbot...... It's still called seniors.

Soon, Daoxin gave the two of them steps.

"The two donors took a break, and Hui Guangsheng porridge went."

Zhao Qing clasped his palms awkwardly and saluted: "Thank you, abbot." ”

Since the big guy is willing to be the abbot, then he has no choice.

He didn't sit down, but pulled Qing Huan over and whispered: "This is Qing Huan, her biological mother is practicing in the temple and wants to visit for a while......"

The old monk showed a kind smile and bowed slightly: "Let Huiguang take you later." ”

Seeing that Zhao Qing and Gu Qinghuan were not seated, he stood up and tidied up his robes......

When Gu Qinghuan saw the scene in front of her, her phoenix eyes slowly widened, Rao is mind was calm and didn't care who Daoxin was, and now she also showed a shocked face.

As for Zhao Qing, he was directly stunned.

In front of him, the old monk bowed respectfully: "Daoxin has seen his predecessors. ”

Zhao Qing: ......

If it weren't for Si He's movement, he would have thought that Qing Huan was the reincarnation of some kind of big guy.

it.

The gloom of Si He in his mind was up and down, and a thought came out of his mind: "I don't know him." ”

Zhao Qing was silent, obviously, he knew you.

The current situation is very stiff, and Zhao Qing received a heavy gift from the Bodhi boss on behalf of Si He, but Si He didn't know who he was at all.

At this moment, there is a mountain phantom manifestation above Zhao Qing's head, which is Tai Ayin.

Si He's cold voice came out: "Borrow incense for use." ”

The old monk nodded slightly, carefully took the blue and dark dragon head, and temporarily put it on one side, before breaking off the three incense sticks.

Clang!

It seems that an ancient bell vibrates through the soul and can't stop reverberating in the meditation room.

Gu Qinghuan gradually relaxed his mind, and returned to the state where everyone looked the same...... She only recognized Zhao Qing and Gu Qingci.

Zhao Qing didn't know that at this moment, all the incense from the entire White Horse Temple was poured into the Tai'a Yin for Si He to drive.

Zhong Ming Xiaojue dreamed in a dream, and the clouds gathered and dispersed.

Under that small seal, a slender hand gradually manifested, and pressed it back into Zhao Qingming's palace.

The ethereal shadow like a cloud of mist came from nowhere and stood in front of Daoxin.

The white-haired woman first looked back at Zhao Qing, gave him a look that was reassuring to you, and then said coldly: "Sit down." ”

……

The meditation room was even quieter, Zhao Qing and Qing Huan sat on the futon, and the old monk Daoxin also sat on the futon.

Only Si He's Divine Dao Phantom picked up the blue and dark dragon head and played with it.

She said lightly: "Have you seen the Nine Yin Great God?" ”

Zhao Qing silently took Qinghuan into his arms, with his father there, he didn't panic at all.

What panel goldfinger, Si He is my father!

There was an earthquake, and I stayed downstairs for a long time and didn't sleep well.

More tomorrow.