In the afterglow of the setting sun, the cold girl hugged the fox in her arms, and her indifferent eyes revealed a little tenderness.

The evening light in front of him was blocked, Qinghe looked up, and saw Mo Junqian staring at him, his expression was not as indifferent as usual, as if the tip of the iceberg had melted away.

"You really like this fox. ”

The white fingers caressed the fox's fluff, which was considered a default.

The corners of Mo Junqian's lips moved: "That person, is it your friend?"

Qinghe nodded.

Mo Junqian: "In the future, they will only be friends, right?"

Qinghe frowned, a little displeased, as if this question had touched her bottom line.

Mo Jun didn't seem to notice, "You are not quite like him." ”

"It's my private business. The tone was a little cold.

Mo Junqian didn't say anything anymore, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, his face was solemn, and somehow, he was inexplicably holding a sullen breath in his heart, and he wanted to send it but didn't know where to start.

He always felt that there was a veil between him and Qinghe, and he tried his best to pierce it, but the closer he was to a point, the farther Qinghe was from him, and he would never be able to break through.

The feeling irritated him, so much so that he had just lost his proportion.

After a long silence, he finally said: "I'm sorry, I overpassed." ”

Qinghe is not a ruthless person, but she has always been very clear about emotional matters, and she knows very well in her heart that she has no other feelings for Mo Junqian except for her peers, and she will not be now, let alone in the future.

With a light sigh, Qinghe hugged the fox and left.

Back in the courtyard, Qinghe entered the room, closed the door, put the fox in one place, and meditated on the spot. Before, she had a faint tendency to break through, and while she was free now, she simply broke her neck and advanced.

As soon as the suppression was lifted, the spiritual sea was churning, and the vigorous spiritual power wandered in the spiritual veins of the limbs, Qinghe felt the long-lost floating comfort, and after about half an hour, his cultivation had been promoted to the early stage of the transformation of gods.

When I opened my eyes again, it was completely dark, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

A streamer flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in just a moment, and Qinghe knew that this was a sign of successful promotion.

Getting up from the ground, the little fox stood up with her, jumped onto the table in front of her, and only stared at Qinghe, his head swaying from side to side, as if he had discovered something new.

Qinghe didn't know why, and touched his face, "Is there something on my face?"

The fox is a creature that is indeed spiritual, and it seems to understand Qinghe's words, and its head stretches out towards the vanity mirror by the window.

Qinghe walked over to take a look, the person in the mirror was as cold as a lotus, and his peerless face was fully revealed.

"Hey, does promotion have an impact on the disguise technique?"

Fortunately, there was no one around, even if he showed his true face, no one saw it, Qinghe didn't care, and picked up the little fox and started masturbating.

Hongyan's hair is soft, Qinghe enjoys it with her eyes closed, everyone thinks she likes foxes, in fact, only she knows it, she just likes to pet her hair, she used to be poor, and she couldn't even afford a cat or dog, and now she uses this fox to make up for this regret.

The little fox in his arms squinted and enjoyed Qinghe's touch, if he knew Qinghe's inner thoughts, he would definitely not be so calm, maybe he would jump up and paste her paws.

After a while, Qinghe slowly opened his eyes, looked at the dark night outside the window, and had some thoughts in his heart.

Since she didn't find the whereabouts of the Shenzhu in the Yujing Villa, there was no need to stay any longer, she remembered that when she was in the back mountain before, the Shenzhu had a trace of fluctuations, corresponding to the Xianhe Village under the mountain, her eyes were slightly condensed, it seemed that it was necessary to go to Xianhe Village.

At noon the next day, when Miao'er came to look for Qinghe, she sensitively noticed that something was different, and looked carefully around, it seemed that the environment had become cleaner, and there was a more significant point - no popularity.

She called Xiaoqing twice, but there was no answer, she raised her hand to open Qinghe's door, and found a note on the table, with the words "resignation order" written on it, and a line of small words below: If you are unwell, go home to recuperate.

Miao'er wondered, she was fine yesterday, how can she say that she is sick?

Just when Miao'er was silently praying for her in her heart, Qinghe was standing in front of the wood-carved archway at the head of Xianhe Village with a fox in her arms, and Li Jiang Mudong and others were also there.

Mahogany green bricks, the three big characters of Xianhe Village come into view, the area of the village is not large, the villagers are simple and honest, there are occasional villagers who enter and leave the village, see the outsiders enthusiastically ask whether they come to worship the Xianhe Temple, and also show them the way.

Li Jiang: "It seems that the Crane Temple is quite famous in the village. ”

Qinghe felt the fluctuations of the Divine Bead, and the closer he got to Xianhe Village, the stronger the fluctuations became, and he could even faintly feel the direction.

"Go to the Crane Temple. ”

Under the guidance of the villagers, Qinghe and his party came to the Crane Temple, originally thought to be a large-scale, solemn ancestral temple, but it was a small temple, not even one-tenth of the Yujing Villa.

Although it is small, but the sparrow is small, the five organs are complete, the general ancestral temple should have all the things, the building is still relatively rare all-wooden structure, according to the villagers, this crane temple has a history of three hundred years, after the erosion of the years still stands, it can be seen that the craftsmanship of the craftsman is wonderful.

On the left side of the main hall is the Taoist priest who unsigns the face, and on the right is the Taoist chief of the ancestral temple, Molan Taoist robe, and standing old, holding the dust in the crook of the arm, with a majestic face.

In the middle is the protagonist of the Crane Temple, a huge white crane carved from natural white jade stands in the center, its wings are spread, and it is in the shape of taking off, and the feathers are layered and lifelike.

Qinghe especially noticed that the crane's two eyes were inlaid with gilt beads, and when there was a flash of light, it emitted a golden dazzling light.

There are incense candles on the altar under the crane, and melons and fruits on both sides, all of which are tributes.

There are three futons in front of the stage, and some people are kneeling on them to worship, and they are still chanting words in their mouths.

There are many people who come to worship, and the appearance and posture of Qinghe and his party are particularly eye-catching in the crowd, so that as soon as they enter the door, the Taoist chief of the ancestral temple comes forward to take the initiative to say hello.

"A few people are from other places at a glance, our Crane Temple is famous, psychic gods and ghosts, pray for blessings and avoid disasters, try all kinds of spirits, do you want to buy a blessing bag and burn pillar incense?"

Li Jiangzi didn't believe this, he didn't even look at the lucky bag in his hand, and walked to the side, Mu Dong and Lingyin were very interested, and picked the lucky bag.

Qinghe looked at the long two more eyes, thinking that he was a serious and stereotypical character, but he didn't expect to speak so pompously and tactfully, and the contrast was quite big.

The whole temple was clear at a glance, everyone went inside, but Qinghe walked to the prayer tree in the courtyard, the tree was full of red silk, all of which were written by people who came to worship, and there were several people hanging on the tree under the tree.

Qinghe came to the root of the tree, and the direction guided by the divine bead was here.

There are red bricks around the roots of the tree, and Qinghe didn't find anything special when he turned around, the only possibility was under the tree.

The divine bead was beating so badly, Qinghe tried his best to suppress it, and suddenly he was hit by something behind him, and when he looked down, he saw that it was a child with a string of sugar gourds in his hand.

The child was blinking at her with big black eyes and looking at her ignorantly, waving the half-eaten sugar gourd in his hand, and it took a long time to say a complete sentence: "Sister, accompany, play with me." ”