A young man with black hair and a dark robe hung a fishing rod on his shoulder. The slender silver thread behind his back swayed as the man walked, but never touched the man's figure.
The aura around him is restrained, as simple and unpretentious as ancient jade. At first glance, he seems to be just an ordinary person.
On the roof, a big orange cat lay lazily on the ridge.
The huge furry tail on the back swept randomly on the roof, the dark nose moved slightly, turned to look at the man in the ink robe, and opened a pair of amber eyes.
Zhenjun Duanyi followed suit and followed Zhenzun Jiuyuan very obediently, holding Zhenzun Jiuyuan's fish basket with fish in his hand.
Lingchu also followed his master Duanyi Zhenjun obediently, thinking that just now when his master heard his master telling him to pick one out of the vegetable garden as a greeting gift, his eyes lit up and he frantically gestured to his little one. disciple.
Good stuff, take it now.
Before Lingchu could react, Lord Jiuyuan had already waved his hand, and the bamboo fish basket drew a long line in the air and landed in the arms of Lord Duanyi.
In an instant, Zhenjun Duanyi came down obediently.
Lingchu naturally became obedient as well.
Ever since, the situation has become like this, with Jiuyuan Zhenzhen walking leisurely in front, Duanyi Zhenjun and Lingchu following obediently behind.
The big orange cat stretched lazily on the roof ridge, stood upright, crossed its two short forelimbs against its chest, and its amber eyes first traveled around on the face of Zhenjun Duanyi, and then on The fish basket paused for a few breaths, but finally landed on Lingchu.
To be precise, it was Lingchu's waist.
"Little girl, let me play with that little kitten of yours." The big orange cat suddenly spoke, with a clear voice, like that of a young man, but pretending to be deep.
Kitten?
Lingchu subconsciously touched the spirit beast bag at his waist, and immediately understood in his heart that the spirit beast senior was probably talking about Qingkong.
Because apart from Qingkong, there is no other spiritual beast in her body, let alone one that looks like a cat.
This big orange cat can speak human words and is by the master's side. It should be the master's spiritual beast and also the elder of Lingchu's sect?
For Qingkong, he should be the senior in the spirit beast world.
They are both spiritual beasts and belong to the same sect, so there should be no problem.
Although he was thinking this, Lingchu still looked at his master and master cautiously.
The master still looked like a master from this world. The master blinked and looked at the big orange cat, "This is your master's spiritual beast. It wards off evil spirits."
"Little girl Duan Yi, after all, I am still your elder. Do you know that you should call me uncle Jixie, or uncle Jixie." The big orange cat Jixie looked like his tail had been stepped on, and his teeth were bared, showing his white fangs.
This Duan Yi has not been cute at all since he was a child.
"Little girl, don't imitate your master, he is not cute at all. No wonder at such a young age, there is no one to pursue." Jiexie was obviously very familiar with Zhenjun Duanyi, and the orange figure turned into a The rainbow light snatched away the fish basket from Zhenjun Duanyi's arms in the blink of an eye and landed in front of Lingchu.
"Hurry up, let your little kitten out." Bixie stretched out his fleshy palm impatiently and patted the ground.
With the master's approval, Lingchu naturally did not dare to delay. The spirit beast bag on his waist flashed with inspiration, and Qingkong curiously fell to the ground. The shrinking Qingkong looked like a snow-white cat.
Righteousness and evil spirits, two cats, one orange, one white, looking at each other.
After looking at it twice, Qingkong's blue eyes rolled around and looked at Jixie with an innocent and pitiful look. He stretched out his head and rubbed Jixie in a flattering way.
Jixie obviously has a lot of patience with the cat-like species. Compared with the expressions on the faces of his opponents Duanyi Zhenjun and Lingchu, he is much gentler to Qingkong.
The orange flesh claws patted Qingkong's head, and the little head gave a signal. Qingkong picked up the fish basket very cleverly, followed Jixie, and swung towards the vegetable garden.
Although Qingkong is young, she is still somewhat clever, and Jiuxie is the master's spiritual beast, and she is in the secret realm of the sect, so Lingchu is not worried.
Jiuyuan Zhenzhen, who had been smiling at the development of this matter, sat on a stone chair under the tree. His eyes fell on the chessboard on the stone table. After looking at it for a while, his eyes moved to Duanyi Zhenzhen.
"Tell me, what happened?"
As a female disciple, she was very arrogant and aggressive outside, but she was very afraid of his master. She mostly looked for her senior brother for small things. Unless there was something big, she wouldn't usually blame him.
Thinking of his eldest disciple, the expression on Jiuyuan Zhenzhen's face was a little dark for a moment. Everything in this world is ultimately a matter of sadness.
This young disciple has a free and easy temperament and doesn't care about anything. At that time, it seemed that he was really troubled, but now, it seems that it is not a bad thing.
As soon as Zhenzun Jiuyuan asked, Zhenjun Duanyi immediately smiled, sat down on the opposite side of the stone chair, and pulled his little disciple beside him.
"Master! Your disciple, my little disciple, has been restrained and I can't get rid of it!" Zhenjun Duanyi complained angrily to Zhenzun Jiuyuan like a bullied child.
Zhenjun Duanyi has been a disciple of Zhenzun Jiuyuan since he was a child. He is still the youngest disciple and the only female disciple. He has senior brothers above him and a master above him. After hundreds of years of getting along with each other in the blink of an eye, Zhenjun Duanyi is a bit... I'm afraid of Master, but after all, we have known each other for a long time, and I still have a lot of admiration for him.
What's more, if there is no one to love and protect Zhenjun Duanyi's temper, how can he develop it?
Jiuyuan Zhenzhen looked at his disciple with a headache. He was not as anxious as Zhenjun Duanyi. Instead, he calmly touched the stone table and three cups of tea quietly appeared.
"You are already the Nascent Soul True Monarch, and you are still so irritable. It seems that I still need to let you go to Hongchenjian again to refine your mind and stabilize your character." True Master Jiuyuan held up a cup of tea and said lightly said.
When the Hongchenjian was mentioned, Zhenjun Duanyi immediately sat upright with a face full of resistance, "Master, I was wrong."
After speaking, he handed the tea to Lingchu, "Just take a small sip. This is the tea your master roasted himself."
Lingchu took the tea and smelled it gently. A faint fragrance entered his nose. Just one smell, Lingchu felt that the sea of consciousness suddenly became much clearer.
According to what the master said, Lingchu just took a brief sip, and the light fragrance of tea entered his throat, and instantly turned into a raging spiritual power flowing through Lingchu's limbs and bones.
Within the dantian, spiritual power surged.
Unconsciously, it started to move, and the cyan spiritual power in the Dantian instantly turned into distinct black and white spiritual power, flowing slowly.
When Duanyi Zhenjun saw his little disciple take a sip, he closed his eyes and fell into concentration, started to work on his mind, nodded, and drank all the tea in his cup in one gulp.
Jiuyuan Zhenzhen glanced helplessly at Niu Yin's disciples, and his eyes fell on Lingchu.
A pair of eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the void narrowed slightly.
My little disciple is a bit unusual.
