Xuanhuan: the Way of Heaven Revolves Around Me

　　"Tsk."

　　Jiang Jiuge clicked his tongue.

　　A smile appeared on Yu Qingyue's face.

　　"Junior brother is still the same. He can't practice calligraphy, and he can't make tea. Probably only the talent of cultivation is left to be admired."

　　"..."

　　Jiang Jiuge was about to reply, but after sensing that Fang Mingjing stepped into the Taoist palace, he raised his finger and tapped lightly on the tea table, and the little saint immediately felt the connection between himself and the tea table. The distance was narrowed.

　　There is an extra seat in front of the tea table, and there is also a cup of hot tea on the table.

　　"What did the master call me to come here for?"

　　Fang Mingjing sat down, then looked at Yu Qingyue, who showed a gentle smile at him on the right, but she didn't know what to shout with her mouth open.

　　He had previously said that calling uncle Shi would feel too masculine, and Yu Qingyue herself also said at the time not to let him shout like that.

　　"Call the master."

　　"what?"

　　"That's why I called you here."

　　With Liu Anran's enchanting and charming face, Yu Qingyue showed a dignified and gentle expression on the other side.

　　In the curling hot smoke rising from the tea stove, her soft and pleasant voice came:

　　"However, Mingjing is also my Holy Son, but it turns out that you are such an unreliable master. You only dare to let you go out after teaching ten evil solutions."

　　"..." Jiang Jiuge drank tea silently.

　　"So after returning to the Holy Land, I discussed with your master, and I will teach you from today. Of course, the relationship between the master and the master will not change, but I don't know what you mean. How's it going?"

　　"Well. ....."

　　Fang Mingjing couldn't help but look at Jiang Jiuge.

　　I saw that the Holy Master's face was still calm and gentle, but he reached out and brought the cup of tea that Yu Qingyue had just sipped and said it was not good to drink to Fang Mingjing.

　　"Here, serve your master tea."

　　"..."

　　Yu Qingyue was silent.

　　And Fang Mingjing, who didn't know the situation, was also silent.

　　After looking at Yu Qingyue's gentle gaze for a while, he finally put aside most of the impressions Liu Anran had left on him, picked up the teacup and handed it to Yu Qingyue.

　　"Master."

　　"Um……"

　　Although it is a tea ceremony, it has no sense of ceremony. The so-called steps of serving tea and bowing to the mirror are not done, but just looking at his little face with red lips and white teeth, Yu Qingyue can't help but accept his serving tea. .

　　Seeing Yu Qingyue drinking the apprentice tea, Jiang Jiuge stared blankly beside him and asked cheerfully:

　　"Is this teacher's tea good to drink?"

　　"..."

　　Yu Qingyue looked at him speechlessly.

　　Although she knew from a long time ago that her junior brother had a very small heart, but because of his status as a senior sister, he would still hold it somewhat, but now that he is the Holy Master, he has completely let go.

　　However, looking at Fang Mingjing next to her, she could only speak nonsense against her will.

　　"good."

　　What Yu Qingyue didn't expect was that after she said this against her heart, she saw Fang Mingjing looking at her in surprise.

　　"Does the master actually think that the tea made by the master is good? Did you say that to coax me?"

　　"..."

　　Yu Qingyue was stunned, then smiled.

　　On the other hand, Jiang Jiuge narrowed his eyes.

　　"Okay, now that you have recognized the master, then Mingjing will follow me to recognize Fengtou. By the way, I will see how to teach you the right way."

　　……

　　Thanks to "Anxiu" for the 5000 tip! .

Chapter 238

　　The mountain where Yu Qingyue lives is called Yuyue Peak.

　　Not far from Shishui Peak.

　　When he came to this mountain, Fang Mingjing only thought it was a very quiet place.

　　It's really quiet.

　　As if there was no sound.

　　Surrounding the mansion halfway up the mountain is a misty bamboo forest, which looks quite poetic.

　　"There are multiple mazes in this bamboo forest. If you step into the bamboo forest rashly, you will only get lost in the bamboo forest, so if Mingjing wants to come over next time, remember to show this token, so that the maze will show itself. path."

　　Yu Qingyue handed a token to Fang Mingjing.

　　"it is good."

　　Seeing his well-behaved appearance, Yu Qingyue smiled lightly.

　　She led Fang Mingjing into the mansion.

　　During the process, Fang Mingjing couldn't help but look at her quietly.

　　He was very curious about Yu Qingyue.

　　For example, to make her identity clearer, her past, and her original appearance, why did she fall 15 years ago...

　　When he came to Yuyue Peak, Yu Qingyue actually told him a lot of things.

　　Among them is the fact that she and Jiang Jiuge are in the same family.

　　Coincidentally, the previous Holy Master was just as unreliable as this one, and there was almost no teaching for his disciples. In addition to supplying resources, he adopted a policy of complete stocking.

　　Yu Qingyue didn't know what was going on with Jiang Jiuge at that time, but she suffered a lot herself, so to this day, after seeing Jiang Jiuge's "traditional" stocking policy for the little saint, she is really a little worried. Can't watch.

　　"Der Jing, your talent is far above ours."

　　"At the age of ten, you have reached the level of the Profound Realm. Even if this achievement is called shocking, it is not an exaggeration. To be honest, the master really doesn't have the confidence to say that he can definitely teach you well. I can only say that I did my best. ."

　　In the quiet courtyard, Yu Qingyue said to Fang Mingjing.

　　The breeze slightly lifted a corner of her dress.

　　Looking at this, Fang Mingjing smiled, "Will the master be strict?"

　　"Probably not."

　　Looking at his immature face, Yu Qingyue's eyes showed some love, but she quickly showed a little seriousness and said:

　　"Okay, Mingjing, try to attack me with all your strength."

　　Little Saint Child tilted her head involuntarily, only to feel that her words were a bit sudden.

　　But he didn't hesitate too much. After he took out his sword from the storage ring, spiritual energy surged out of his body, attached to the blade like Yang Yan, and slashed straight at Yu Qingyue.

　　The enchanting Yu Qingyue's jade palm turned over, and a three-foot green blade also appeared in her hand.

　　An incomparably powerful aura washed out from her sword.

　　I have to say that Yu Qingyue's realm is a bit strange at this time.

　　The body of Liu Anran, who was taken away by her, was originally in the middle stage of the Tribulation Realm. She was forcibly pushed to the Nirvana Realm in the secret realm, but after a period of consolidation, this realm did not fall.

　　And her divine soul is an out-and-out god-sculpting realm.

　　"Moonfall."

　　Yu Qingyue stabbed out a sword.

　　It was obviously a straight sword, stabbing straight from the front, but in Fang Mingjing's eyes, the silver sword light wiped out all the light at the same time, like a bright moon falling from the dark night.

　　A biting chill spread from his shoulders, but what made his body even more stiff was the beautiful sword that came straight from the front to his heart.

　　Fang Mingjing immediately ignited a turbulent golden sun, and with that brilliant flame, the sword he swung released a scorching waterfall.

　　It was like the collision of the sun and the moon.

　　The blazing sword qi was churning in this elegant small courtyard, ripping apart everything arrogantly. In this turbulent movement, Yu Qingyue stepped forward, but the spiritual qi swept in all directions only raised. Her three thousand blue silks maintained a gentle and elegant temperament, and Yu Qingyue waved her long sword to provoke it.

　　"Cherish the flowers."

　　This sword, without any murderous intent—

　　When the elegant sword light flashed, suddenly, like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and pears blossomed.

　　With a sword full of vitality, countless flowers bloomed in the ruined yard in an instant. Fang Mingjing smelled a dangerous breath in the dark fragrance of countless flowers and rains.

　　He actually took a bit of haste to stop the long sword in front of him.

　　Ding--

　　Ding Ding Ding Ding!

　　The crisp and melodious voice kept coming from the sword, and after a while, it was incomparably fine, and the strength of the repeated falling on the long sword made Fang Mingjing feel numb in his wrist.

　　"This is the power of life."

　　"Der Jing, your moves are too superficial, you can almost say that you only learn the power that is completely superficial."

　　"The 'condensation' of condensing the real realm, and the 'sheng' of the profundity realm, can be integrated into the moves based on the characteristics of each stage of aura."

　　Yu Qingyue's figure flashed.

　　With the petals of flowers rising in the sky, like the bright moon falling from the other side of the sky, her figure came to Fang Mingjing in the invisible and visible. The tip of the long sword in his hand had already landed on the blade of the sword in Fang Mingjing's hand.