On the top of the mountain, a green cyan suddenly shone, transparent as jade, and bright.

In front of Leng Xiao, the spirit fetus shattered, the fetal shell turned into dust and fell, and above the horned soldiers, a living creature was born with a rich aura, and since birth, it had an inseparable bond with the horned soldiers.

The girl had long blue hair, and sat on top of the sword of the horned soldier with her knees crossed, her long hair covering her delicate body. The smoke-like aura reflected her figure a little hazy.

Her eyes were big and smart, her eyelashes were slender, her eyes were like water, flowing on Leng Xiao's body, and her expressionless face suddenly bloomed with a bright smile that could melt away the ice, sincere and pure, in stark contrast to the calm and coldness on Leng Xiao's face.

The girl suddenly opened her arms and threw herself into Leng Xiao's arms, making a coquettish voice in her mouth, and became attached and intimate to Leng Xiao.

The sword spirit has just been born, and its own consciousness is still very pure and immature, and it has formed a bond with the horned soldiers, and the horned soldiers are the spiritual treasures of cold and filial piety.

What's more, Leng Xiao was still the first person she saw when she was born, which made her instinctively want to get close.

Of course, the premise of all this is that Leng Xiao did not show killing intent, most of the intelligent beings that have just been born are very sensitive, and if negative emotions are revealed to her, it will leave her with a deep mustard, so the first impression is extremely important.

Leng Xiao's gaze passed through the tips of Sword Spirit's hair and stroked over her long cyan hair. The sword spirit rubbed his cheek against his arms, like a kitten. Leng Xiao said calmly: "You can conjure yourself into a dress first." ”

The sword spirit is a spirit life, which is somewhat similar to the soul state of a person after death, it has no body, and the clothes are naturally changed out of thin air.

The sword spirit girl was a little ignorant, and looked up at Leng Xiao. He opened his mouth and didn't seem to be able to speak. Leng Xiao could read what she wanted to express through her emotions, so he pointed to his clothes.

The sword spirit girl looked down at her sleek body, her eyes flickered, and she changed into the same clothes as Leng Xiao.

Then she "babbled" twice, raised her little face and waited for Leng Xiao's praise. Looking at the male disciple clothes on her body, Leng Xiao smiled: "It's very good." ”

The sword spirit girl seemed to have received the best reward, flying around Leng Xiao non-stop, and finally sat on top of the horned soldiers, holding her cheeks, and quietly looking at Leng Xiao.

Her world is very simple.

After the spirit fetus turned into a sword spirit, Leng Xiao left the mountain. The Sword Spirit Maiden is very active and maintains a great curiosity about all new things. In that case, Leng Xiao didn't force her to return to the Horned Soldiers—though the Sword Spirit Maiden wouldn't disobey his orders in any way.

To her, the horned soldiers were nothing more than a chaotic, boundless cage that could not distinguish between day and night.

Qingya is the name Leng Xiao gave her. "Qing" represents purity, half of the word "green", because she was bred from Qingfeng Mountain, the horn soldier is the soldier of the green dragon, and her own qi is also cyan, and Leng Xiao is from the Qingxin Sect, all of which have an indelible fate with the word "green". The word "bud" represents immaturity and cyan, as well as vitality, just like the sword spirit girl is now smart.

Leng Xiao always understood that his personality gradually became cold and dead, and there were clear buds noisy in his ears, which was better than the whole world without a single sound.

Along the way, Qingya laughed in Leng Xiao's ear, learning what Leng Xiao said like a parrot. She can understand the meaning of the words, and if she learns again, the progress will be very fast.

After returning to Purple Heart Mountain, seeing groups of disciples of Purple Heart Mountain, Qing Ya was a little scared, and quietly followed Leng Xiao's side, not daring to speak.

Leng Xiao pointed to a female disciple and asked her to change her clothes, her eyes blinked, and she changed the clothes of the Purple Heart Mountain disciple on her body to the appearance of a female disciple.

She is a sword spirit, and she doesn't need to wear the clothes of a disciple of Purple Heart Mountain, but she has no reference, and she can't change out of thin air. Her current experience is too shallow, although she has a natural ability and preference for beauty and ugliness, she will inevitably not be able to conjure up a neon feather coat.

If it weren't for Leng Xiao's request, she would most likely be running around naked.

After a while, she seemed to find that the disciples of Purple Heart Mountain had no ill will towards her, and gradually became cheerful again. When there were disciples of Purple Heart Mountain talking together, she would also lightly lean in and listen, as if she was extremely curious about every word and pronunciation in their words.

Purple Heart Mountain has built a temporary fighting platform, but in fact, the original huge fighting platform was divided into one hundred parts by the Nine Masters with aura, which can be used to compete for the quota candidates.

Even if it is divided into a hundred small fighting platforms, there are nearly 100 zhang, and for monks who are generally Zhuji and Jindan, it will take some effort to go back and forth to a few times.

In fact, it is basically impossible for the foundation building monks to compete for a place, but everyone is extremely excited, there are very few disciples who have not participated in the fighting method, and even the mages who have not recovered much cultivation have also participated in the competition, even if they are looking for abuse, it also gives them a rare sense of belonging.

A sense of belonging, a seemingly insignificant thing, allows me to get rid of loneliness and have something to rely on, so I find the meaning of existence and gradually clarify my goal.

"Master!...... Over there!" Qingya's eyes flashed, pointing to the Doufa platform in the distance.

Beside him, several Purple Heart Mountain disciples suddenly turned their faces, frowned, and looked at Leng Xiao with disgust and vigilance. A female disciple said: "Hey, he wears a robe inside the robe to cover his face, could he be the junior brother who was disfigured after being poisoned?

Her voice was not heavy, but Leng Xiao Xiuwei recovered to build the foundation, and her ear power improved, and she didn't drop a word in her ears. Fortunately, he looked down on everything and was not moved at all.

When several male disciples saw Qingya's face, their eyes almost erupted with envy, and they muttered to themselves, "I must have heard it wrong." ”

"Master, I want to see ...... "Qingya's pronunciation was still a little vague, and she gently pulled Leng Xiao's sleeve, her face full of hope.

Several male disciples' jaws dropped in shock for a while, and some female disciples couldn't help but come over, without looking at Leng Xiao, and said to Qingya: "This junior sister, is he threatening you, you and senior sister say, senior sister will uphold justice for you!"

Qingya took a step back cautiously, a little surprised: "Threat?" She thought for a while before she understood the meaning of these two words, and said with a smile, "There is no threat, Qingya likes the master the most!"

Suddenly, a male disciple finally couldn't hold it back, and exclaimed: "This junior brother is a good method, although I, Li Ying, have cultivated a little bit to be obsessed with him, this doorway to please women, but it is difficult to look at it!"

A male disciple was already approaching: "Senior brother, under Zhang He, cough ...... Dare to ask the junior brother if he has any tricks, don't hide it privately, hand it over to the senior brother quickly. ”

The female disciple who originally wanted to stand up for Qingya suddenly left with an ugly face, and snorted softly: "Perverted!"

Even if she didn't like it in her heart, since it was Qingya's own choice, not being threatened, she couldn't meddle anymore.

Leng Xiao pushed away a few senior brothers with difficulty, and took Qingya over a mountain, looking at the fighting platform one by one.

Qingya suddenly leaned against Leng Xiao's ear and asked softly, "What did that sister mean by 'perverted'?"

Her eyes were full of curiosity, and her cold face did not change, and she blurted out: "It means to praise me for being handsome and handsome." ”

It's not that he deliberately boasted, he really didn't know how to explain it to Qingya, after all, this is a somewhat complicated concept, listen to it and watch it more, and she will naturally understand it in the future.

Qingya was convinced of Leng Xiao's "teaching", and smiled brightly: "That sister is so powerful, she can also see that the master is wearing a hat." ”

"Handsomeness can not only look at the appearance, it is a superficial and vulgar performance, but also look on the inside. She was fascinated by my unique temperament. ”

"What is superficiality?"

"It's just superficial, shallow, and not profound, and you may not understand it now, but you will slowly understand it later. ”

Qingya nodded as if she didn't understand, and asked again, "What is vulgarity?"

It means mediocre and vulgar, and like superficiality, it is a derogatory term. ”

"What does it mean to be pejorative?"

"It's just bad to mean. ”

"What about temperament?"

Leng Xiao thought for a moment: "The word temperament refers to a person's specific, stable, internal or external personal characteristics. For example, in your eyes, what I look like, this is my temperament. ”

Qingya thought seriously for a while, her little face was extremely serious, and then she smiled: "The master is so powerful!"

Walking past a few fighting platforms, Leng Xiao suddenly stopped and stopped in front of one of the fighting platforms.

The last pair of disciples just happened to divide the winners and losers, and the people who just came to the stage, Leng Xiao happened to know each other, it was Shan Qiu and Wen Xi.

Wen Xi naturally would not be Shan Qiu's opponent, and as soon as he came to power, he began to beg for mercy from Shan Qiu, begging the other party to make a move.

Shan Qiu glanced at him and smiled slightly, but he was still ruthless in his shot, and he didn't look like he wanted to keep his hand at all, which made Wen Xi miserable.

Qingya watched the elegant moves of the two of them coming and going, and her body couldn't help but twist slightly, as if she was a little yearning.

"Senior brother, I thought you wouldn't come to see the competition, but I didn't expect you to come. It's good, why bother suppressing yourself every day, you see my junior brother, I've been in a good mood recently, and the gloom in my heart is about to dissipate. ”

"Congratulations. Qiu Yansheng came from not far away, and Leng Xiao only said lightly.

When Fang was far away, Qiu Yansheng hadn't noticed it yet, but when he got closer, he found that Qingya was with Leng Xiao, and he was suddenly surprised: "Senior Brother Leng Xiao, didn't you forget Senior Sister Hanyue when you were in the other world, and you got a new love so quickly?"

At the end, he added in a low voice: "The point is, you are all disfigured, uglier than Ghost Toutuo, how did you hook up with this senior sister?"

They were the latest to get started, and Qingya didn't look like a mage was born, so it was natural to call her senior sister. He knew that Leng Xiao would not have any trouble with his verbal humiliation, which was also a joke.

Leng Xiao's mood seemed to relax a lot, he glanced at him, pulled down his hat, and said jokingly: "Looks, I have already recovered." ”