There was a knock on the door.

Qi Changfeng returned to normalcy and sat back on the chair, Lu Chang settled his mind and said, "Come in." ”

Qinghe made a gesture when he entered the door, "Master, uncle." ”

Lu Chang: "What's the matter?"

"The disciple came at night without incident, wandered around the courtyard, and met two guests from afar. ”

The implication is that someone has invaded.

"What did the guest do?"

"Carved array. ”

The two glanced at each other, and Lu Chang asked, "What kind of formation?"

"The runes are weird, the style is complex, and they have never been seen before, not like the methods of a decent monk. ”

The words are implying that it was the demons who did it.

Qi Changfeng suddenly said: "Little Er, this matter is already known to the teacher, you don't have to worry about it, go back and rest." ”

Qinghe hesitated, didn't he break the formation first?

Qi Changfeng didn't seem to see what she was thinking, so he only waved his hand, told her a few words not to make a noise about the matter, and let her go back.

Qinghe can only obey orders, since the master doesn't let her take care of it, there must be a way to deal with it, so it's better for her not to interfere.

*

The next day, the sun shines just right.

Qinghe sat under the maple tree and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The maple leaves fluttered and fell on her robe with the wind, inlaid with a layer of brocade pattern for the plain white gray dress, which looked picturesque from a distance.

The disciples who came to repair the house saw the senior sister who was about to be buried by the maple leaves under the tree, and their eyes were full of pity.

Senior Sister Qinghe is so pitiful, she doesn't even have a place to sleep, she can only make do under the tree, our Qingyun Sect is really poor. Then he looked down at his hungry figure that even had no abdominal muscles, and for a while he couldn't tell who was more pitiful.

Qinghe suddenly stirred up in his sleep, and looked around blankly.

Who scolded me just now?

After looking around and not finding the suspect, Qinghe lay back, and just wanted to go back to sleep, a voice came from his ear, "I'll catch a cold if I sleep like this." ”

Qinghe frowned and raised his head, it was Mo Junqian.

Why is he here again?

Mo Junqian squatted down, brushed the maple leaves on her body away, moved gently, and then repeated: "It's going to catch a cold." ”

Qinghe wanted to explain to him that with her current cultivation, there was no such thing as catching a cold.

But obviously, with the male protagonist now seriously injured and has no spiritual body, it's too early to say this.

In a sitting position, Qinghe got straight to the point: "Why are you here again?"

Mo Junqian picked up the last maple leaf and played with it in his hand, "Master Boya told me that my current body can't build a foundation yet, but I can do some physical work to strengthen my body, which is helpful for the recovery of injuries, so ......"

So you're here to live in the mud?

The corners of Qinghe's mouth twitched slightly, your hands are not used to live mud! Besides, if you want to take revenge on me in the future, wouldn't it be a loss for me to count this account for the work done for me on my head?

No, no, no.

Qinghe stood up abruptly and said in a cold voice: "I don't need your help, let me go out immediately, and I won't be allowed to come back in the future." ”

He turned away and left him.

As soon as he took two steps, he heard the muffled words of the person behind him, "Do you look down on me?"

Qinghe turned around and looked at him with a frown.

But Mo Junqian thought she was impatient.

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Even you look down on me." Yes, he was originally a beggar living on the streets, and he delusionally thought that he would be able to ascend to the sky in one step after entering the Qingyun Sect, which was really whimsical. ”

Seeing his gloomy and lonely appearance, Qinghe's heart is bad, and I'm afraid what he said just now is too serious.

Coughing, Qinghe excused himself: "I didn't mean that, it's just that you are injured and not easy to overwork." If you really don't have anything to do, then ......"

Just thinking about what reason to find, Mo Jun raised his head suddenly, hiding the starlight in his eyes, "You teach me how to practice qi, right?"

Qinghe froze.

That Mo Junqian observed her expression and called out cautiously: "Master Qinghe?"

Qinghe has not yet recovered from the surprise of being the male master.

Her original intention was to let the male protagonist go to Wanyue Lake to take a dip if he had nothing to do, with his anti-heaven talent and invincible protagonist aura, he could easily build a foundation without the guidance of others.

It's a pity that the male protagonist doesn't have the self-knowledge to be the protagonist, and he actually wants the vicious female partner to teach him to practice qi, which is just a fantasy.

What's even more terrifying is that when he heard Mo Junqian call out that master, Qinghe actually had a strange sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Thinking about it for a while, Qinghe attributed this feeling to the aura of the almighty protagonist, and it became fluttering when it was illuminated a little bit.

Having said that, Qinghe couldn't refuse, so he simply agreed, but he couldn't be a master.

The great god of the male protagonist is still left to Qi Changfeng to teach in person.

After half a year, there are finally five days left before the Weigu trial.

Reva Terrace has already been repaired, the main hall wooden house occupies a fairly large area, the interior and exterior decoration is not bad, Qinghe is very satisfied.

In the open space in front of the door, there is a low table of pear marble, on which are placed melon and fruit snacks and tea sets.

There are two rattan chairs on the left and right, and Qinghe is nested on the rattan chair on the right, with a book on his face, and is closing his eyes to recuperate, from time to time he reaches out and puts a piece of dim sum in his mouth, chewing carefully.

The rattan chair swayed and creaked.

"Ninety-seven...... Ninety-Eight ...... Ninety-nine...... One hundred ......"

At the same time, a loud bang was heard in the distance.

Mo Junqian ran in front of Qinghe from a distance, with an excited smile on his face, "Qinghe, I have broken through the late stage of foundation building!"

The book on Qinghe's face slipped down, and he raised his eyes to look at him: "How many times have you said that you want to call Senior Sister." ”

There are no words of praise, but the relief and appreciation in the eyes are unobstructed.

Mo Junqian smiled shyly and whispered, "Senior sister." ”

Qinghe smoothed out, and raised his hand to signal him to sit down and drink a cup of tea.

Just as he was about to say something, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Li Jiang and Bo Da walking this way.

Qinghe stood up and nodded at the two of them, which was considered a salute.

Li Jiang smiled when he saw her, which made Qinghe very helpless.

The reason is because she came up with a good name for her cabin, and Li Jiang was next to him when the inscription was written, and he covered his mouth and tried his best not to let himself laugh, and said with difficulty: "Why do you choose the name 'Wandering House'? Don't you think it's a little indecent?"

Qinghe expressed his disdain for his lack of knowledge, this is a quote from the name of the sage, a famous sentence through the ages, a hundred years of history, which contains the meaning of detachment and freedom, which is what you Xiuzhen Party can understand.

Regardless of his strong opposition, Qinghe insisted on taking these three words as the name, and also made a plaque, peach wood secret carving, and gold sand thorn characters, which are not only beautiful but also ward off evil spirits.

Li Jiang said that he did not appreciate it.

Mo Junqian also saluted the two: "Senior Brother Li Jiang, Master Boda." ”

When Boda saw him, she automatically exerted her maternal aura, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Cultivation has grown again, it seems that my vision has not regressed." ”

Mo Junqian's eyes were sincere: "It's all taught by senior sisters." ”

These words are not mixed with water, Qinghe did teach him a lot, if he had relied on his own little bit before, he would never have grown so rapidly.

Qinghe raised his eyebrows and gladly accepted.

Li Jiang also looked at him: "Since the foundation has been established, why don't you go and participate in the Weigu Trial?" Now that you have no name and no role in the Qingyun Sect, you can be regarded as a guest at most, if you pass the Weigu Trial, you can officially join us." ”

Bo Da also echoed: "Yes, the Weigu Trial is held once every five years, and it is specially set up to select beginner disciples, most of them are monks in the foundation building period, as long as they are selected into the top ten, they can become disciples of Qingyun Sect." Now there are still a few days before the trial, and there are already a lot of monks gathered at the foot of the mountain, Lu Chang has already begun to prepare, and it is not too late for you to sign up. ”

Mo Junqian seemed to hesitate a little and turned his head to look at Qinghe.

Qinghe is puzzled, what do you want me to do?

Mo Junqian: "Do you want me to participate?"

Qinghe nodded: "Naturally." "Here's the script.

Mo Jun smiled slightly, no longer hesitated, turned his head to the two of them and said that he would definitely participate, and asked for specific details about the trial.

Li Jiang concentrated on solving his doubts and didn't notice anything, but Bo Da was sensitive, and her eyes looked back and forth on Mo Junqian and Qinghe, and her heart was a little subtle.

After the two left, Qinghe returned to laziness and collapsed on the rattan chair as if he had no bones. Reaching out to get a piece of pastry, she saw Mo Junqian pick up a piece and bring it to her mouth, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Qinghe was not used to such intimate movements, so he leaned back and reached out to take the pastry.

As soon as he put it in his mouth, Mo Junqian said gently: "Don't worry, I will definitely come out on top in the trial and enter the Qingyun Sect, and I won't embarrass you." The tone was firm.

Of course, Qinghe was not worried that he would fall off the list, but the words of encouragement were still indispensable, swallowed the pastry, and said to him: "I believe in you." ”

Just four words gave Mo Jun a lot of confidence.

No more words remained, and only the sound of Qinghe chewing pastries and creaking rattan chairs remained in the air.