Xiaoyao Jian said: "Wen Zhenren will come to the Wanzong Conference. At that time, senior brother will leave you a place. At that time, you can sneak into the hall to take a look. You can see the big guys in the cultivation world."

Du Heng was very grateful: "Really? Thank you Senior Brother Xiaoyao."

Xiaoyao Jian smiled and said, "What's this? As long as you leave more dishes for your senior brother when you are cooking, the senior brother will give you a more front row."

Du Heng nodded hurriedly: "Yeah, thank you senior brother!"

Xiaoyao Jian wanted to say something, but suddenly he was happy: "Hey? A beautiful little girl is coming up! I don't know if it's a fellow Taoist who admires whom the sword fairy." After Xiaoyao Jian finished speaking, countless spiritual consciousnesses fell on the mountain road leading to the cultivation ground.

Du Heng also threw his spiritual sense out, and a round-faced girl in a red dress walked up on the mountain road. The girl's big eyes were starry-light, and her cultivation seemed to be only in the middle stage of the Golden Pill. But it gave people a feeling of harmony, especially the two small butterfly hairpins on her head flashed and looked very cute.

As soon as her head appeared from the mountain road, her eyes fell on the sign of Yishen Hall: "It should be this one, right?"

Du Heng's eyes widened as soon as he saw it: "Master!!"

Du Heng jumped up with a whistle: "Wen Qiong and Wen Qiong! Master!" He ran towards the mountain road happily: "Master!"

Wen Qiong smiled and reached out to pat Du Heng's shoulder. She breathed a sigh of relief: "It's considered to have found you. Let me see if you have been lazy recently?" The familiar spiritual energy poured into Du Heng's shoulders from Du Heng's shoulders, and Du Heng's happy eyes were red at this moment.

He said that his left eyelid was twitching today, and it turned out that something good happened. He was fortunate to feel one of the four great blessings in life. He met an old friend in a foreign land, and was his mentor. Du Heng wanted to take off even with his happy experience.

The monks' spiritual consciousness turned around in disappointment, and they all turned around. It turned out to be Junior Brother Du's master. They thought there would be any gossip and scandals to see. Du Heng happily introduced to everyone: "Senior Brothers, let me introduce this, this is my master Wen Qiong!"

The sword cultivators nodded politely: "It's Xiao Du's master, it looks very similar to Xiao Du." The master and apprentice stood together like a duo of intent.

I have to say that Wen Qiong's face was very pleasing. She bowed to the direction of the training ground: "Hello all the sword immortals, I'm here Wen Qiong. Thank you for your care for my disciples."

Wen Qiong's crisp voice attracted a kind laugh: "It's easy to say, we won't disturb your master-apprentice reunion. Xiao Du, will you have a meal at noon?"

Du Heng's eyes were all slit: "Add more meals! Today I stewed braised lamb, I cooked two spiritual sheep!"

The sword immortals smiled and went to do their own thing. Du Heng excitedly led Wen Qiong to Yichen Hall. As he walked, he asked, "Master, why have you come to Shenxu Palace?"

Wen Qiong smiled and said, "I'll attend the Wanzong Conference. I heard your senior sister say you're here, so I'll come to see you."

Du Heng asked in surprise: "Senior Sister? Who is my senior sister? Why didn't I see her?" Wen Qiong smiled and said, "Don't worry, she has something to deal with. I'll recommend you brothers to meet later. By the way, where are Long Jun and the others?"

Du Heng said: "Xiaoyu and Xixi are out, Nan Nan is..."

Jing Nan carried the bowl and turned out from the kitchen: "Xiaoqiong is here? Come and eat mutton, it's just out of the pot!" Wen Qiong stood up and ran to the kitchen: "I'm here! Xiao Fengjun! You are so cute!!" "Jiujiu~"

Du Heng was overjoyed by Wen Qiong's arrival. Du Heng really had a meal that night. After Xuan Yu and the others came back, several people sat down around the round table.

Xiaoxiao originally wanted Tai Shuhong to call her over to have a meal together, but Tai Shuhong has been too busy recently. There are many people coming to the sect, and he, the head of the sect, is so busy that he is not touching the ground.

Today I had a hot and spicy braised lamb pot with frozen tofu and shredded green vegetables. If you are interested, you can also stew a handful of noodles on it or rinse the dishes you want to eat.

In addition to this, Du Heng also braised Wen Qiong's neck and wings, steamed bacon and sausages, and cooked a pot of milk tea in the casserole. These meat and vegetables were placed on a table, and they looked red and green and festive.

"Cheers!!" The wine cups containing green plum wine met together, and laughter rang out from the warm kitchen.

Wen Qiong drank the green plum wine in her glass in one sip, and a blush appeared on her cheeks: "Ah, is this made of plums from the south?"

Du Heng smiled and poured wine in Wen Qiong's glass: "Yes, not long after the master left, the green plums would be ripe." If he hadn't walked out of the village, Wen Qiong wouldn't know how long it would take for Wen Qiong to drink this sip of wine. It seems that the wandering along the way would have been a bit unexpected gain.

Wen Qiong's face soon turned pink, as red and cute as an apple in Dongji Mountain. She stuffed a large mouthful of mutton into her mouth, and then chewed it hard and sighed comfortably: "I have never eaten after leaving the village. I miss my apprentice's cooking skills so much."

Du Heng was amused and crying: "Master, you just miss the dishes I cook? Don't you miss me? And when you left, I packed so much food for you, didn't you eat?"

It would be fine if you didn’t say this, but Wen Qiong slapped the table in anger: “Stop talking, I just ate the food you put in your backpack. As soon as you took those things back to the sect, your senior brothers and sisters took them away. It’s really outrageous!”

Jing Nan smiled and grabbed a piece of crispy fish in Wen Qiong's bowl. He supported his chin and said, "Xiao Qiong has reached the level of accepting disciples, but you are better off. Look at us, we have all fallen to the level of being a mission disciple. We were still traitors some time ago."

Wen Qiong blinked her big eyes and asked curiously: "The Demon God made a decision. I shouldn't have asked more questions. But now I see that everyone is in Shenxu Palace, so I will let me say something more. Have you entered the sword tomb? Have you found Longjun's natal spiritual sword?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Nan and the other two looked at each other. Seeing the expressions of the three, Wen Qiong understood. She smiled and said, "It's okay. At the meeting of Ten Thousand Sects next year, the Lord of the Shenxu Palace will open the sword tomb and let everyone go in. If you really can't get in, you demon gods will condescend to follow me in at that time."

Feng Gui put a chicken leg in Wen Qiong's bowl: "At the critical moment, you still have to rely on Xiaoqiong, Xiaoyu, you learn more. After searching for so long, you haven't found the entrance to the sword tomb. Is it embarrassing?"

Xuan Yu glanced at Feng Gui, and he calmly said, "Do you want to arouse the Demon Demon Array?"

Feng Gui muttered: "What does it have to do with the Demon-Destroying Formation? Is the Sword Tomb near the Destroying Formation?" Xuan Yu nodded: "I think it's nearby. Xiao Qiong, you have been to the Sword Tomb. Do you know where the Sword Tomb is located?"

Wen Qiong put down the chopsticks in her hand and said, "I only know that the sword tomb is in the forbidden area of ​​Shenxu Palace. When the forbidden area is opened, it uses a teleportation array. It is surrounded by fog. Even I can't find the location of the forbidden area. However, when we leave the sword tomb, we are outside the Zhengyang Hall of Shenhua Peak."

Xuan Yu said to Feng Gui: "Did you hear it? If you forcefully tear open the barrier of their forbidden area, it is very likely that it will inspire the Demon Demon Array."

Feng Gui rolled his eyes: "Shenxu Palace looks down on me too much. A forbidden area is so complicated." Jing Nan smiled: "Come on, which of our three tribes has better forbidden area than Shenxu Palace?"

With Wen Qiong here, everyone was in a good mood. After three rounds of wine and five flavors, Wen Qiong stood up and wiped his mouth: "Demon God, disciple, it's time for me to go back."

Du Heng wondered: "Master, where are you going? Don't you live in Yichen Hall?"

Wen Qiong said: "I came to attend the Ten Thousand Sects Conference with my fellow disciples. They were all on the Shenhua Peak, and I sneaked out. Tomorrow morning, the head of Shenxu Palace will set up an altar in Zhengyang Hall, and we will all go over and listen to the sword master's preaching."

Du Heng seemed to understand: "Oh~ Then do you want to come here for dinner?"

Wen Qiong shook his head: "If you can't get through, their Supreme Elder will preach tomorrow. As soon as he opens his mouth, he will not be able to come out in less than three or five days. Speaking of which, tomorrow, cultivators with the Golden Pill Cultivation and above in the Shenxu Palace will listen to the preaching of the Sword Lord. Don't you listen?"

Du Heng hesitated a little: "But, I want to have lunch in Yichen Hall..."

Wen Qiong slapped Du Heng on the back of the head, and she was so angry that she was so angry: "Are you stupid?! Will you not be as good as the number of meals you made for them? Listen to the master, I will close the Yishen Hall tomorrow and go to the front of Zhengyang Hall to line up to grab a good seat. You have to know how many sword cultivators waited outside Zhengyang City a few months in advance to listen to Ye Wenqiu's sermon. However, tomorrow at the Shenxu Palace will open the mountain gate and let them in. You are at Shenxiu Peak, and you have taken advantage of the time and place, but you are not in line yet?"

Du Heng was buzzing with Wen Qiong's slap in his head. He touched the back of his head: "Oh, I understand, Master."

Wen Qiong sighed: "Speaking of this, I handed over the Qingshuang Sword to you, you have never had the right sword move. Now that you have arrived at the Sword Cultivation Sect, if you don't hurry up and find a suitable mental method for you, you are still cooking here obediently... Alas..."

Du Heng said in a daze: "But master, isn't it good to steal the master?"

Wen Qiong said firmly: "This is not a stealing master. I heard it all today. Other sword cultivators call you junior brother. Although you are now a disciple of the outer mission, you are also a monk from Shenxu Palace. It is not an exaggeration for your own monks to go to their own library to read snacks."

Du Heng touched his head: "Then should I go to the library to find a way to find a way or listen to Ye Wenqiu's preaching?"

Wen Qiong said, "I suggest you listen to Ye Wenqiu's preaching first, so that you can understand what kind of sword techniques you apply to. I am not a sword cultivator, I can only give you some advice on magic. My attainments in sword techniques are far inferior to those of these sword immortals.

Shenxu Palace is the most orthodox sword cultivation sect among human cultivation. It contains almost all the sword scores and sword techniques in the cultivation world. Since you are here, don’t be polite. If you should do it, do it when it’s time to do it.”

Wen Qiong put his hands in his arms and said, "I remember when your five senior brothers and sisters practiced sword moves, I threw them to various sword cultivation sects to practice."

Du Heng:...

The filter in Wen Qiong's heart shattered again. The cautious, serious and diligent master had become a smooth and opportunistic monk. Oh, he was the lovely master!

Wen Qiong patted Du Heng on the shoulder seriously: "Disciple, you must know that practicing is always your own business. It is not shameful to get what you want without violating the laws of heaven and humanity. There are too many things in this world that kill people and treasures. What's wrong with us not stealing or robbing a more stable path to practice?"

Du Heng muttered: "But Master, you told me before that there is no shortcut to cultivation. Are you just asking me to take the shortcut now?"

Wen Qiong smiled: "I just said that this is a safe path to practice. Compared to practicing the practice that is not suitable for you like a headless fly, why not find something that suits you at one time? What's more, the techniques in Shenxu Palace are backed up, and countless sword techniques you can see have been practiced by predecessors. Besides, do you don't have to practice by yourself after you get the sword score?"

Wen Qiong said earnestly: "Disciple, there is no shortcut to practice, but the method of practice can be more stable. You can slowly realize it."

Under the talisman, Wen Qiong's eyes were burning. Jing Nan slapped his head and asked, "Did the Qingmei wine not melt? Is Xiao Qiong drunk?"

Wen Qiong smiled and said, "I can do it before I get drunk, so I'll say goodbye first."

Du Heng and the others took Wen Qiong to the door of Yishen Hall. Wen Qiong waved to everyone, then put on a red cloak and walked down the mountain road.

Du Heng sighed and said, "I didn't expect my master to be like this!" It's really unconventional. Du Heng thought she was a serious monk before.

Jing Nan smiled: "Hahaha, can you understand how we felt back then?"

Du Heng was confused: "Ha?"

Feng Gui said happily: "I remember that Qingheng couldn't afford swordsmanship back then, so I asked us to go to the Sutra Pavilion of the sect to steal the martial arts of other families when I went to other sects."

Du Heng:...I didn't expect that the Saint Qingheng was so unreliable.

Xuan Yu said relaxedly: "This trick was so good to teach Xiao Qiong back then."

Du Heng looked at the three people in confusion. He always felt that these three people had the pleasure of revenge. Now, these three people smiled so brightly, leaving only Du Heng and a confused smile looking at each other.

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