Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

into the night.

In Beigong Linglong's bedroom, the lights were brightly lit.

Ye Ming beads hanging in the house illuminate the bedroom like daytime.

On the desk, there is a vivid portrait, the person in the painting looks lifelike against the background of Ye Mingzhu.

"How did this kid do it?"

Beigong Linglong looked at the person in the painting, puzzled.

"Grandma, take a look at the mystery of this portrait?"

As soon as the words were finished, a Daoist figure slowly walked out from the shadow of the room.

The figure was an old woman whose appearance was more than seventy years old.

She walked behind Beigong Linglong, looked at the person in the painting, and asked:

"Hey... how can there be the true meaning of swordsmanship in this portrait, Holy Maiden, where did you go this afternoon?"

When Beigong Linglong went to see Qin Hao, she didn't let her grandma follow her.

If this was an ordinary picture scroll, grandma would not be in the mood to ask.

But there is the true meaning of swordsmanship on the painting, which shows that the person who painted it is powerful.

There is a threat to Beigong Linglong, as a guardian, grandma will naturally not put Holy Maiden in danger.

"Grandma, are you sure the true meaning of swordsmanship is left on the portrait?"

Beigong Linglong actually had a guess in her heart, but she still couldn't believe it, after all, it was Qin Hao who did the painting.

A cultivator who doesn't even have a Gold Core environment, and can comprehend a little bit of Sword intent is not bad.

Even though the Talent has comprehended the exclusive Sword intent, he also realizes the possibility of comprehending the true meaning of the way of the sword.

"That's right, I'm not mistaken, does Holy Maiden need me to take action?"

There was a cold light in grandma's eyes.

The corners of Beigong Linglong's mouth raised slightly: "Grandma, there is no need to get excited, I can take care of this little matter."

"Then tomorrow, do I need to go with the Holy Maiden?"

Grandma still said a little worriedly.

"No, it's not a dragon's pool or a tiger's den there."

Beigong Linglong can now be sure that Qin Hao has an expert to guide him, and this expert is definitely not Sect Leader Zhao Xuan.

What method should I think of to find that expert?

By the way, Thousand Chance Order.

"Grandma, you step back first."

"promise."

After the grandma answered, she disappeared into the house.

Beigong Linglong took out the Qianji Token, entered the chat box, and sent a message: Shilipo Sword God, are you there?

But after a while, the Tenlipo Sword God did not appear.

Even Yao Lao and Xuedao Great Saint, who were usually extremely ingratiating to the Tenlipo Sword God, didn't show up.

Did that guy discover my existence?

Go try it out tomorrow, that guy Qin Hao.

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The next day, at noon.

Qin Hao was lying on the wicker chair, sipping on Dabai and drinking the fruit wine, listening to Xiaolan's words, his expression was particularly comfortable.

It's been a long time since I listened to a book so comfortably.

I don't know when Master Long will come back.

Come whoever you want.

Accompanied by the sound of rustling footsteps, Beigong Linglong appeared in the other courtyard.

Beigong Linglong saw Qin Hao's playful appearance, and she couldn't associate this guy with a genius who understood the true meaning of swordsmanship.

"Master Long, good morning, do you want to come and listen to Xiaolan's storytelling together?"

Qin Hao said hello casually.

If it was the first two days, Beigong Linglong would definitely make Qin Hao look good.

But today she just gave Qin Hao a cold look, and then sat on a chair beside her.

Before Beigong Linglong could sit still, Liu Xiaopang hurried in and said with a strange expression:

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Cheng is asking you to go outside."

"Um???"

Qin Hao put down Dabai in his arms and sat up straight: "You kid is right, when did Brother Cheng become so arrogant?"

"Forget it, you tell him, come in and talk about something."

Qin Hao is too lazy to delve into it, thinking too much will only burn his brain and affect his own mood.

"Yes."

A little while after Liu Xiaopang turned and left.

Zhang Deacon and Cheng Dali walked in.

Especially Cheng Dali, he was naked from the upper body, his body was bronze-colored, and under the sunlight, it was shiny.

Of course, the most attractive thing is that he is carrying a bundle of thorny brambles.

Rao Cheng Dali still had the Golden Core, but those thorns still pierced into his skin, and he could faintly see blood dripping from his back cheek.

"Brother Cheng, what are you doing?"

Qin Hao was taken aback by Cheng Dali, why did he still take the blame.

I haven't had any interaction with Cheng Dali recently?

Cheng Dali looked at Qin Hao, then at Aunt Long beside him, knelt down on one knee and said:

"Junior Brother Qin, Aunt Long, I was wrong."

As soon as this word came out.

Qin Hao was stunned, Beigong Linglong still had that aloof look, as if she hadn't heard Cheng Dali's words.

"Brother Dali has something to say, just say don't do so many fancy things."

Qin Hao said something angrily, why did he bring me and Aunt Long together?

She and I have a pure sister-in-law and nephew relationship.

Cheng Dali didn't say a word, but his eyes fell on Zhang Deacon who was beside him.

Zhang Deacon curled his lips helplessly: "Junior Brother Qin, it's all caused by alcohol."

Qin Hao: "???"

Why did you let the wine take the blame?

Beigong Linglong: "..."

Cheng Dali nodded.

Zhang Deacon recounted the matter of the two of them coming to ask for drinks yesterday, then paused and said, "When Dali went back to see Master Sixth, he accidentally told the news that you and Master Long were painting in the bedroom."

"There were a lot of people present at the time, and now the entire disciples of the Taiyi Sword Sect are spreading this matter, and the more it spreads, the more outrageous it becomes."

puff……

Qin Hao just spit out a mouthful of old wine and spilled Cheng Dali's face.

"Fuck, how can those guys slander people's innocence out of thin air?"

After he finished speaking, he sneaked a glance at Beigong Linglong from the corner of his eye.

Beigong Linglong still didn't change her expression, not even the slightest change in her eyes.

"Junior Brother and Senior Aunt Long, it's all my fault, you just go ahead and hit me, if I didn't slip up, everyone wouldn't know about the two of you."

Cheng Dali showed a straightforward expression on his face.

Zhang deacon quickly kicked Cheng Dali, why is this kid so simple and honest.

Beigong Linglong just set her eyes on Qin Hao.

Qin Hao was speechless: "Senior Brother Cheng, if you can't speak, please speak less."

Cheng Dali: "..."

Am I saying something wrong?

Zhang Deacon bowed to Aunt Long and said, "Aunt Long, Dali has always been outspoken, and I hope Aunt Long will forgive me."

After Beigong Linglong slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, she said without any emotion:

"Qin Hao, you can figure it out."

"Yes."

Qin Hao responded, and said to Cheng Dali: "Senior Brother Cheng, get up first, put on your clothes, and let this matter go."

He also knew that the two came to plead guilty, not because of their own reasons, but because of Aunt Long.

Since Aunt Long didn't pursue it, there was no need for him to pursue it.

"Thank you, Aunt Long, Junior Brother Qin."

Cheng Dali stood up with a relieved expression on his face, threw the thorns on his back, and got dressed in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Zhang Deacon cupped his hands and said goodbye: "Since Aunt Long and Junior Brother Qin still have something to do, we will take our leave first."

As soon as the words finished, Beigong Linglong said, "Wait."