After Chinese New Year's Eve, it's time to play, it's time to make trouble, everyone is a cultivator with strong self-control, collect their hearts, and return to high-intensity cultivation.

But there are also people who can't cultivate, such as Bing.

“...... Master, didn't you say that it was okay this time, why do I still want to vomit?"

"It's a good vomit!" Yarrow slapped it down, and another wave of sour water rushed up his throat, "This is my new emetic pill, it seems to have a good effect." ”

"Why do you want to match this kind of pill recipe, is it any use?!" "If the ice collapses, can't her master think about her as the person who tried the pill?

"Sometimes the poison has not yet taken effect, so you can spit it out directly, and you can study what kind of poison it is. Artemisia covered her mouth and nose and walked away, and it seemed that she didn't want to see the pile of things in the barrel.

Qi Bing couldn't hold it back, and when she thought of the picture of looking for poison in the vomit, she immediately retched a few times, and successfully scared her master away.

"It's okay, it's okay, drink more hot water to warm your stomach, it won't hurt you. "Artemisia mays also be a little weak-hearted, leaving such a sentence and leaving, less of the usual dislike.

Yu Bing was afraid that he would vomit it all after drinking hot water, so he lay on the bed with dry lips, and two lines of bitter tears were about to flow out.

Fortunately, they will go to Penglai in another month, and they will not be in Kunlun for several months, and her master can't do it if he wants to be a demon.

Although the Hundred Doors Conference started in early April, most people would arrive at the venue a month early, not only to get acquainted with Penglai, but also to inquire about many of the participating monks.

And the three of them decided to go to the nearby for a mission before going to the Baimen Conference, and then go to Kunlun, anyway, with Jiang Muling, a local to lead the way, they can't lose it.

And the competition between Yu Bing and Zhao Funian was originally scheduled for a few days after Chinese New Year's Eve, and everyone knew that Yu Bing had become a trial Dan boy of Artemisia Zhenren, and she was not in good shape recently, so they advised her to postpone the competition for a few days.

Bing: Forget it, I don't know what pill to swallow in a few days, while I can still move, the winner will be decided!

Seeing that Qi Bing came to the stage with a pale face, Zhao Funian probably wanted to behave like a gentleman, so he spoke: "This competition is taking advantage of the danger of others, otherwise it will be a few days, right?"

"No, hurry up!" Although Qi Bing has all the strength and spirit, he just can't help but want to vomit, it's not easy to clean up when he vomits.

Zhao Funian is really very talkative, and when he was competing, he also recited the scriptures in his ear and talked about his closed-mindedness, and how he realized it.

Qi Bing didn't listen to a word, and then, when the two swords were opposed, he was shocked, and finally couldn't help but turn around, propping up on the hilt of the sword and vomiting thousands of miles.

The onlookers next to the "......" were shocked, and the few who were close to Qi Bing twitched the corners of their mouths and took a few big steps back.

"......?!" Zhao Funian was also shocked, scared the child, the sword fell off, and his face became pale.

Qi Bing vomited a little, and just as he wanted to say sorry, he heard Zhao Funian ask in disbelief: "Although Zai Xia is not a powerful or peerless genius, the experience is not so bad that it is disgusting, right?"

Qi Bing choked for a moment, so he had to shut up and quickly solve the competition by force.

Afterwards, someone asked her how those figures came about, and Qi Bing also found a reason: after trying Dan for the real person of Artemisia for a long time, she fought poison with poison and tempered her body.

Those junior brothers didn't dare to try it after hearing it, although the elixir of Artemisia Zhenren was good, but who would dare to eat it during the trial period? I don't know when I died of poison.

So this matter has become a tacit secret for the Kunlun disciples.

Later, Qi Bing found that in the secret story of Kunlun, a clause called "Alchemist and His Genius Poison Test Disciple" was added, and he also felt that his impression of Kunlun had completely changed.

Why did the outside world pass on the monks of Kunlun as the flower of Kaolin? Could this Kaolin mean that Kunlun Mountain is very high?

Anyway, she didn't see any disciples in Kunlun who were particularly cold and forced, they were all a group of funny teenagers who had been suppressed for too long!

......

Naturally, not only the participating disciples will go to the Hundred Doors Conference, but some disciples who are still young but talented will also be brought to see the world, maybe it will be their turn at the next conference.

The disciples that Kunlun brought to see the world this time were all recruited a year ago, a total of three, including Jin and the other two Twin Spirit Root disciples.

"We are going to leave a few days earlier than those participating disciples of the sect, Jin do you want to go with us on the mission?" asked Qi Bing, sitting on the stone bench in front of Jin's house.

Kunlun doesn't have those small snacks under the mountain, in winter, even the fruit is only citrus and the like, the ice is a greedy sweet, recently tortured by the real person of artemisia, the appetite is particularly poor, knowing that Jin made some candied fruit with citrus, so he came over with a shy face to ask for some.

Jin also took out a small jar that was wiped clean and let the ice eat as she pleased.

Listening to Qi Bing's words, Jin hesitated a little, in her impression, Kunlun disciples can't go out of the mountain at will: "I'm not a participating disciple, can I go with you Bing?"

"Well, experience, I'll talk to the elders, as long as I can ensure safety. "Kunlun's rules are not rigid, it is forbidden to go down the mountain at will, in order to prevent mundane things from disturbing the Qing cultivation, and also to ensure the safety of disciples, but they should be allowed in this situation.

Because Jin came to Kunlun partly because of herself, Qi Bing always wanted to take care of her, and Jin was not cultivating on any peak, but the most deserted Kunlun Palace, and there was no senior brother who could chat and talk with her, which was pitiful.

Jin herself didn't feel bored, she liked to have a time alone, but she was also happy that Qi Bing always came to see her.

It's like...... The mother sees her filial son often come home to see her?

Qi Bing didn't know that she thought Jin liked her, and Jin actually regarded her as a son!

In terms of appearance, Xia Zhiqiu is actually cuter, but ......

"Hey, that's it, I'm a big living person sitting here without consulting me?!"

"Xiao Qiuqiu, you don't agree? Xia Zhiqiu kept standing in the corner and didn't speak, and Qi Bing really forgot about him.

"Of course I don't agree!This guy is a woman!" Xia Zhiqiu turned his head to grab the candied fruit, and the small jar was taken away by Jin.

"Why, do you look down on the girl? Isn't your mother also a woman, if there is no woman, can you still stand here and talk?" Jin spoke a little coldly to anyone other than Yang Bing.

Xia Zhiqiu's temper has also reined in a little in recent years, but for some reason, when he meets Jin, he will explode, and if he is not there, the two of them can quarrel for a day.

Qi Bing had never seen Xia Zhiqiu quarrel with any girl, well, he hadn't spoken much to the girl.

Qi Bing also persuaded Xia Zhiqiu: "Xiao Qiuqiu, we just bring someone, Jin She has learned the sword well, and she also has the ability to protect herself, if you are worried about dragging down, I will take her." ”

Xia Zhiqiu glared at her, and Qi Bing actually saw a trace of ...... in that look Hate the emotion of iron not steel?

"I didn't mean that!come, come here!" Xia Zhiqiu glanced at Jin and took the ice to a small corner.

"I know you don't mean that to her, but it would be bad if she pestered you!" Xia Zhiqiu was very awkward when he said this, but he still told Qi Bing seriously.

At first, he didn't understand what "entangled" meant, but then he reacted: "Who told you all this?"

"My mother! she said before I came to Kunlun, don't be confused with the female cultivator, if someone messes with you, you won't be able to tell a hundred mouths!" Xia Zhiqiu didn't like to deal with women in the first place, and when he heard his mother say that, he avoided the female cultivator even more.

As soon as he heard it, Xia Zhiqiu's family had a big business, how could it be that there was nothing bad about it, this possibility was too much, and he would remind the male juniors.

But Qi Bing still wanted to sigh, Mrs. Xia, how sinister did you talk about this kind of thing, so that Xia Zhiqiu would become such a woman who was not close to women?

It's not that I'm afraid of being entangled, it's a fear of women, right?

"Jin, she's not that kind of person, I'm measured. "Bing's emotional intelligence is not a decoration, and it can be seen that Jin treats her sincerely, not for any personal gain.

Even if it is really falsely supplied, it will not do any good.

Do you want money, Qi Bing's external image is very poor, and she often has to rely on Xia Zhiqiu for help, Jin's master is Bai Zhoujun, the master of Kunlun Gate, and he is better than her no matter how he says.

Not to mention the color, the ice is a woman, and the face can be seen, and the others really can't be given!

Xia Zhiqiu saw that his good brother didn't listen to his advice, and he looked like he was forgetful of lust and light on friends, and stared at Jin unhappily, feeling that what was good about this girl, which could make Yu Bing so worried.

Then he poured half a jar of candied fruit and wrapped it in a veil, and went away in a huff.

"It's okay Jin, Xiao Qiuqiu didn't refute, he just agreed. "Bing tried to save Xia Zhiqiu's image, but unfortunately it was useless.

Although Jin felt that it was not good to hurt the feelings between their men, she still couldn't help but complain: "You guys...... Why did you become friends? I always felt that Xia Gongzi would bully Yu Bing. ”

No, no, no, although Xiao Qiuqiu looks fierce, he is really only fierce on the surface to ordinary people and friends, if you want to talk about bullying, Qi Bing feels that she bullied Xia Zhiqiu a lot, but everyone didn't see it.

Although Jin and Xia Zhiqiu didn't like each other, the fundamental reason was for the good of Qi Bing, which still moved her very much.

And inexplicably I feel that these two people are a bit of a good match, if only they could get along well and be friends.

"Qi Bing, I put on the sword spike you sent, it's so beautiful!" Jin carefully took out his saber and showed it, and Qi Bing looked at it, still a little proud of his taste.

Although Bai Zhoujun and Tate-kun, who were passing by, did not enter the small courtyard, they had excellent ear power and couldn't help but smile slightly when they heard this.

"You see, they have a really good relationship, and they are about the same age, and they must like your apprentice. "Tate-kun is usually gentle and generous, but she will always have a little girl's mind, and she will stand elegantly outside the courtyard and eavesdrop.

Bai Zhoujun naturally waited for her beside her, fumbled for his sword for a while, untied the sword spike on the spirit sword with a straight face, handed it to Tate-kun, and asked her to keep it.

"Poof, I'm not a sword cultivator, if you give it to me, I won't need it. Tate-kun was amused, and she didn't answer it with a bad heart.

Bai Zhoujun took her hand and stuffed it into the palm of Tatejun: "You are envious, so take it." ”

Tate-kun blinked at Bai Zhoujun, and finally found a rare bit of embarrassment, feeling that her Taoist companion was so cute.

Cute, this is an adjective that is completely inconsistent with Bai Zhoujun, and it is incompatible when put together, but Tatejun thinks that it matches how to look.

Holding Bai Zhoujun's hand that he wanted to take back, the man was an ice spirit root, and when he took out the sword, the surroundings were cold, and the person was as chilling as the winter in Kunlun.

But in the February day, Bai Zhoujun's hands were very warm, as hot as his heart.

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