Long Aotian is not happy today

"Breakthrough?"

"correct."

The golden awn is bright, casting a large area of ​​dazzling color in the house.

The faint candle flame seemed to have absorbed the light from this golden light, and the tiny flames swayed lightly, dancing with the breeze.

The colorful halo fell on Hang Shi's cheeks, reflecting his already handsome profile even deeper, as if the phoenix eyes painted in thick ink were slightly curved, and the pupils were shining with brilliant light.

"Teacher 025, think about it, Xu Yang is a stowaway, and he doesn't have to be punished with electric shocks for destroying the plot. As for us, we are clearly on the job with a certificate, but we are constantly being watched by the rules. How unfair is this?"

After thinking for a moment, 025 nodded.

With his hands in his arms, Hang hour wandered around the house for a few steps.

He turned his head sideways, looking at the bubbles floating in mid-air, seeing the surface of the transparent bubbles constantly cracking, and continuously absorbing energy from the gold thread, he suddenly said: "If the rules are a dead thing, it is the maintenance of balance between heaven and earth. Self-generated mechanical order, Mr. 025, is there a way for your system... to gain this control?"

Hang Shi's voice was very soft, and it fell into 025's ears, but it was no less than Jinglei in June.

The thunderbolt flowed all the way along the consciousness, setting off a numbness that was almost trembling.

There was a long silence in the ear, the golden thread in front of Hang Xiao gradually shrank, the huge sky curtain system collapsed, and the golden bubbles burst one by one, turning into a radiant water curtain in front of Hang Xiao.

A series of low laughter suddenly came from Hang Hour's mind.

"It's amazing, your idea is too bold-but I like it!"

025's laughter was very low, vaguely hoarse, although his tone was brisk, but Hang Xiao's heart trembled, and he keenly felt the complicated emotions hidden under the laughter.

Under 025's usual cynical mask, there seem to be many unspeakable pasts hidden, but most of the time, they are covered up by 025 with a free and unrestrained illusion.

Until just now, under Hang Xiao's whimsical suggestion, a small corner of its hard mask was caught off guard, revealing a little soft and tender sincerity.

"I have a friend who has brought hundreds of hosts and experienced many small worlds." 025 turned into a golden hummingbird, buzzing and hovering in the hut, excitedly said, "It may have a deeper understanding of the nature of small worlds and rules. Understood, when I was young, let me sort out my thoughts..."

"Although it may be a bit inappropriate..." Hang Xiao raised a finger, "Mr. 025, when people say 'I have a friend', they are generally implying themselves."

"Really friends."

025 smiled, and added: "But I... it's not too bad."

Hang hour snickered.

Not only is it not bad, it is just...

"Dong dong!"

Suddenly there was a rapid knocking sound outside the door, interrupting Hang Shi's thoughts.

Although the knocking sound was rapid, it was very low, with a sneaky cover-up feeling.Hang Xiao turned his head in doubt, and glanced at the increasingly dark night outside the window.

It's so late, who will come to him?

Could it be... Ning Hong?

As soon as this idea came up, it immediately flickered like a candle, illuminating Hang Xiao's heart.

With excitement and a little nervousness, Hang Shi rushed to the door, and pushed the door bolt open with his aptitude almost on the door panel: "Brother Ning, can you not sleep, in fact, I also—"

The people outside the door were startled by him, and hurriedly took two steps back.

The flame leaked out from the crack of the door, casting a foot-long light on the ground, illuminating the slightly dull face of the visitor.

The eyebrows are cut like a knife, the nose is chiseled like an axe, and the facial features are handsome like sculptures. Only a pair of eyebrows are soft and black, a little...unnatural.

It was Meng Qinghe.

Hang Shi leaned on the door, stared wide-eyed, subconsciously said: "...sleep, can't sleep."

As soon as Meng Qinghe saw him, his complexion darkened again, his brows furrowed tightly, his black pupils stared at Hang Shiu, and then he glanced over his shoulder into the room.

The newly built wooden house is empty except for tables, chairs and wooden beds.

When the golden glow disappeared, it took away the heat in the room, and the candle was also dimmed by the cold wind blown by Hang Shi when he rushed out the door. At this moment, in Meng Qinghe's eyes, there are several bright labels——

Cold, downcast, shabby, poor.

Meng Qinghe clenched his teeth.

He lowered his voice and almost forced out a few words from his teeth: "Hang Xiao, are you stupid, why did you choose Misty Peak?!"

The tone of hating iron but not steel reached Hang Shi's ears, which made Hang Shi a little confused.

"What's wrong with Misty Peak?" Hang Xiao scratched his head, "The main peak is still clean, and there are a lot of handsome guys... Cough cough, ignore the last one, anyway, I think Misty Peak is pretty good."

Seeing him pretending to be stupid, Meng Qinghe pursed his thin lips tightly, and his complexion became even worse.

He said loudly: "Because of the ghost cultivator who rebelled against the sect, there is almost no place for Misty Peak disciples to gain a foothold in the Xinghe sect. It's not like you don't know about this..."

Meng Qinghe's tone became more and more irritable, and his voice also tended to be raised.

Fearing that he would disturb Xu Yuer, Ning Hong and the others, Hang Shi hurriedly grabbed the young man's hand holding the door, held it tightly in his palm, and said sincerely: "Brother Meng, I know all this, sorry...for making you worry. But now, the deal is done, no amount of discussion is meaningful, but don't worry, I will take care of myself!"

"...Who is worried about you!"

Meng Qinghe shook his sleeve angrily, and pushed Hang Shi's hand away.

Standing stiffly on the spot, the young man took a few deep breaths, put his hands into his sleeves with a dark face, touched for a long time, and took out a small white jade bottle.

Holding the vial in his palm, the young man hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand.

"It's Juyuan Pill inside, you can eat it sparingly."

With a flick of his hand, the vial drew a graceful curve in the air and fell steadily into Hang Xiao's arms.

Touching the cool and delicate surface of the jade bottle, Hang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and asked in doubt: "Brother Meng, is this... a gift from your teacher?"

Juyuan Pill is not a very expensive pill, but if you buy it from the market, you can only buy ten pieces for one spirit stone.

It mainly helps low-level practitioners quickly gather spiritual power and improve the efficiency of cultivation.

Such a meeting ceremony is quite satisfactory for most of the peak sects in the Galaxy Sect.

It's just... What is the meaning of Meng Qinghe giving Juyuan Pill to himself?

Raising his hand and shaking the jade bottle, Hang Xiao pursed his lips and pricked up his ears, hearing the crisp sound of the collision of pills in the jade bottle.

In the jade bottle... there are at least three Yuan Gathering Pills.

"Brother Meng, I can't take this." After handing the jade bottle back to Meng Qinghe, Hang Shih said sincerely, "You need this for your cultivation."

"Here you are, just take it."

Meng Qinghe stared slightly, then pulled out another dark object from his bosom, and handed it over together: "Here, and this, this is the remaining Yanzhi, you take it and eat slowly."

Hang Hour: "???"

He had forgotten about it.

Yanzhi is the same as most genius treasures in the world, the less you eat, the better the effect; the more you eat, the worse the effect will decline.

He ate a lot of Yanzhi in the secret realm, and at this moment, Yanzhi's help to Hang Shi was very small.

He looked at the forearm-thick Yanzhi stone in Meng Qinghe's hand, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Meng, I don't need this. Misty Peak also gave me a meeting gift, it's not worse than these."

"Bullshit."

Meng Qinghe curled his lips with disdain, and said in a low voice: "The Misty Sect has long been poor, and even wants to cheat the candidates for money to make ends meet... What good things can it give you?"

Hang Shi was slightly taken aback.

"Isn't it?" He said incredulously, "You also know about this?"

"The whole mountain gate has spread." Meng Qinghe said coldly.

It is simply the laughing stock of the whole sect.

When Meng Qinghe first heard the news, he thought it was a rumor.Meng Qinghe didn't know that it was true until some of the candidates who had been deceived came up with evidence on the Wenmo Peak where he worshiped - a thin ranking manual.

Later, he heard that Hang Shi and others had entered Misty Peak.

The young man was so angry that he couldn't sleep all night.

He couldn't figure it out, when Hang Xiao was talking with him, he was obviously smart and witty, why he couldn't think about it at this moment, and joined Misty Peak?

After thinking about it, Meng Qinghe still couldn't help it, and touched Misty Peak overnight, wanting to meet Hang Xiaoxiao and give him his Juyuan Pill.

"Before going out, Dad asked me to take care of you. I can't let him down."

The young man put on a straight face, thought hard for a long time, and managed to find a few excuses: "Just pay back the favors in your secret realm. Besides, there are many such things on Wenmo Peak, and the master will give them to you when you practice in the future."

As the night fell, Meng Qinghe's cheeks were hidden in the shadows, only a bright light shot from the crack of the door reflected the young man's tall nose bridge and dark eyes.

Looking at Meng Qinghe in a daze, the small jade bottle in Hang Shi's hand suddenly became heavy.

Although the body of the bottle is cold, there is warmth radiating out, lingering in my heart, lingering.

With his thoughts flying, Hang Xiao replied quickly: "That's okay. Then, I'll exchange it with you with the gift from the teacher."

As he spoke, he hurried back to the wooden house, rummaging around in the corner.

Hearing the messy rummaging in the room, Meng Qinghe tightened his lips.

Misty Peak is in such a difficult situation, how can there be any kind of meeting ceremony on stage?

But... If I don't answer, Hang Xiao's self-esteem may be damaged.As the eldest brother, he has to save Xiao Xiao some face.

Thinking in this way, the young man nodded in satisfaction, secretly giving himself a thumbs up for his thoughtfulness.

Not long after, Hang Xiao walked out the door again.He leaned against the door, looked around cautiously for a moment, and sneakily stuffed a small wooden box into Meng Qinghe's arms.

"Shh, brother Meng, be careful when you take it back, don't be seen by others." Hang hour whispered.

Meng Qinghe caught the wooden box—as expected, it was very light.

"Okay, let's switch then."

Seeing him accept the wooden box, Hang Xiao smiled slightly, and said again: "Brother Meng, I still have some here. If you run out, just come to me."

"it is good……"

Meng Qinghe subconsciously responded, and suddenly froze.

Ok?

what run out?

Just as he was wondering, the golden lock of the wooden box in his palm "clicked", and lightly flicked open, a stream of light overflowed from the gap, and in an instant, it seemed as if the stars had descended from the lower realm, embellishing the night with brilliance.

Gently push open the wooden box——

There are three spirit crystals inside.

Condensed from the purest spiritual power, it is the best auxiliary thing for cultivation, and one piece is worth dozens of spirit stones.

...or hundreds of Juyuan Pills.

Meng Qinghe: "!!!"

His hands trembled and he almost slapped the wooden box on the ground.

Is Misty Peak too poor to let go of what was agreed?

The spirit crystal is given away... This is not poor, it is simply rich!

……

Meng Qinghe came here in high spirits, but when he left, he faltered, extremely skeptical about life.

The small wooden box in his arms was very inconspicuous. He held it in his arms, but it felt as if there was a fire in his arms, hot and scalding, which made his face burn.

Hang Shi stood outside the door and watched him, and watched the young man's unsteady back disappear into the hillside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe his forehead.

025 laughed in his mind and said, "When I was young, people were bullied when they were kind."

"Brother Meng will keep it a secret for me." Hang Xiao blinked his eyes, "Besides, he came to care about me at night, shouldn't I express it?"

Xu Yu'er distributed a large amount of spirit crystals to everyone, which was enough to last for a whole year, and now he gave some to Meng Qinghe, which made him feel at ease.

The night wind was chilly, and the long sleeves were fluttering. Hang Xiao stood in the wind for a while, but also felt a little cold, so he turned and went back to the house, and closed the wooden door.

The moment the door was closed, Meng Qinghe's words flashed through his mind, causing ripples.

Maintaining the posture of closing the door, Hang Xiao stood still.

His eyes became brighter and brighter, and he suddenly said: "Teacher 025, I suddenly have an idea. I can no longer practice that pure yang exercise, why not use it... to exchange another Xuan Yuebi in Xu Yang's hand Linjia?"

Then give it to Ning Hong.

In this way, he and Ning Hong can wear couple outfits!