Tibetan Sword Peak, Mojiang Temple. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As one of the gathering areas of the disciples of this peak, this courtyard covers an area of several acres of size, pavilions, pavilions, pavilions, dark creeks and rockeries cover each other, quiet and beautiful, it is really a good place to live and live.

In a small courtyard to the west, the door of the main house was closed, and the door was crowded with monks dressed in various costumes, some of whom were strong and some were weak, but they were basically disciples of the Qi refining period. Most of them were fidgeting and pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing anxiously at the room, as if waiting for something.

In the corner of the courtyard, two young men in satin blue robes were gathering together, talking in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Liu, you said that this Senior Sister Hang is a rare refining master, so I came here with you, but there are so many people here, and most of them are official disciples, if you want Senior Sister Hang to help make my treasure mirror magic weapon, won't you have to wait until next year?" The young man on the right was slightly fat, and said to the other person with some complaints at this moment.

The person next to him was a thin man like a stubble, and when he heard this, he turned his head to look at the scene in the courtyard, and said with a wry smile: "Senior Brother Huang, how can this be blamed on me, I didn't expect that there would be so many people waiting outside." ”

Speaking of this, he touched his chin with some confusion, "I also came here at the beginning of spring this year, and although Senior Sister Hang was also very famous at that time, there were not so many people, strange." ”

"Hehe, you don't know that. ”

The two of them were confused, and a purple-robed old man next to him couldn't help but smile, and explained loudly: "Senior Sister Hang's refining technique is perfect, and her fame has spread in this peak since seven or eight years ago, but because Uncle Qingling's teachings are extremely strict, Senior Sister Hang, as a disciple, spends most of her time accepting the arrangement of the sect to complete the refining task, and there is not much time for us to refine weapons in private. ”

"I see. ”

The chubby young man nodded as if he didn't understand, and then said puzzledly: "Then why is this situation now? Could it be that Uncle Qingling has let go of the restrictions?"

"Tsk, look at you like this, the old man still can't understand what he said in such detail, don't tell me, you don't even know characters like Uncle Qingling. ”

The two young men looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Hey, the old man knows. ”

The purple-robed old man sneered. His cultivation is enough to have the peak of qi refining, so even if his tone is quite unpolite, the two people on the other side don't dare to say anything, so they have to listen to him continue to explain: "Senior Uncle Qingling was born in the Wang family, has an ice spirit root, and successfully advanced to build a foundation in his twenties, he is definitely a genius in ten thousand, and what is even more famous is her one-handed refining technique. ”

"Ten years ago, Senior Uncle Qingling refined two top-grade spiritual weapons one after another within a month, causing a sensation in the entire sect. And it is this kind of character who is qualified to be Senior Sister Hang's master. ”

"Then what does this have to do with the changes in Senior Sister Hang's place?" the slightly chubby young man hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but interrupt.

"Hmph, what's the hurry, the old man will naturally say it to you. ”

The purple-robed old man glared at the young man unhappily, and then continued with a dry cough, "Just a few months ago, Uncle Zhang Yan of Chiyan Peak successfully advanced to build a foundation, and he immediately couldn't wait to find the Wang family and propose to Uncle Qingling, and the Wang family didn't know what to think, so they agreed, Uncle Qingling didn't seem to be willing to do so, but his arm couldn't twist his thigh, and he finally married to Chiyan Peak. ”

"And before leaving, Senior Uncle Qingling left a few disciples under his door in our Hidden Sword Peak, now you understand, why does Senior Sister Hang have the time to pick up the refining weapon in private?"

"I mean, that's what happened. ”

The chubby young man nodded a little abruptly, and then asked with some confusion: "What is the origin of that Uncle Zhang Yan, but he has just advanced to build a foundation, and he can let Uncle Qingling marry him, isn't it also an incredible genius and handsome?"

"Genius, you also think too much, it's not because Uncle Zhang is standing behind him......" The old man in the purple shirt waved his hand disdainfully, and paused mysteriously, and when the two people on the other side looked at him intently, he smiled and prepared to continue.

However, at this moment, only to hear a "squeak", the wooden door of the main hall made a soft sound, interrupting his words, and then the wooden door opened in response, and a girl in a water-green dress suddenly appeared at the door, casually covering the door behind her.

The girl's face was ordinary, and her cultivation was only a pitiful fifth layer of qi refining, but when she appeared in everyone's sight, the courtyard suddenly became silent, and a pair of eyes full of anticipation all fell on her body in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the girl's face was still calm, as if she had become accustomed to this, and after looking around, she cleared her throat and asked with a serious face, "Which one is Senior Brother Qi Yunfei?"

"I!

A middle-aged monk with a pockmarked face was overjoyed, hurriedly pushed aside the crowd next to him and squeezed to the front, smiled at the girl, rubbed his hands and said, "I'm Qi Yunfei, isn't it my turn?"

"In the order in which it was registered, it is true. The girl's gaze stopped on the other party's face for a moment, and a trace of imperceptible disgust flashed in her eyes, then she waved her hand and said, "Go in, remember to cover the door." ”

"Hey, yes, yes. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and touched his head, walked past the girl, pushed open the hidden door and walked in.

When the rest of the people saw this result, they couldn't help but retreat one after another, and many of them sighed, unable to hide the disappointment on their faces.

After half a cup of tea, the wooden door was gently pushed open, and Qi Yunfei, who had a happy face, walked out again, compared with when he entered, at this moment he had an extra light cyan token in his hand, which was mottled with notches, and a capital "nine" could be vaguely seen.

The girl glanced at the token in Qi Yunfei's hand, and coldly ordered: "You are the ninth, there are still a few people in front, wait until half a month later to come and get it, do you understand?"

"I know, Senior Sister Hang has explained it to me clearly. ”

The middle-aged man nodded gratefully and replied hurriedly.

"Very well, let's go. After the girl said lightly, she stopped looking at him, and said in a deep voice to everyone: "Next, Senior Brother Xiang Yunhai, are you here?"

"It's coming, it's coming!"

It was the old man in the purple robe who made the sound, and after seeing him smile proudly, he swaggered towards the lobby in the envious eyes of the two young men next to him, one fat and one thin.