How many times the group portrait is spring

After Ning Qing announced that he could hand in the examination papers, Mo Lingyun came out of the examination hall in a daze. The sky outside the hall was still early, and it was cloudy in the cold spring season, which seemed to suggest that rain was coming.

"Can't the weather be fine and give me some good omens?" Mo Lingyun muttered casually, untied Qingniu and hurried to Lingxiao Peak leisurely.

"What are you doing for lunch...the weather hasn't warmed up yet, let's continue to simmer the soup." Mo Lingyun put his mind on the black-bone chicken he raised, and he yawned lazily, determined to get a good night's sleep after eating. Each of these subjects is tested on the next day, which can be regarded as leaving time for their students to rest.

Jing Rong had to deal with the Artifact Refining Competition recently, so he was basically not in Lingxiao Hall, except for the review time, most of the time Mo Lingyun was playing with himself.

The Artifact Refining Competition is a competition between the Artifact Cultivators, and has little to do with their sword cultivators, but Jing Rong, as the acting suzerain, has to handle a lot of things in person in this competition, and the venue is set at the Qingluan Peak, the Artifact Master Peak , most of the participants were juniors, such as Taoist Qin Fang, an old-fashioned weapon refining monk, most of them were watching or commenting on the battle.

"Little uncle, do you want to compare?" Mo Lingyun asked Yun Jing.

"I'm a talisman repairer, not a medical repairer, nor an instrument repairer." Yun Jing smiled.

"Oh—" Mo Lingyun slightly lengthened the tune.

"You boy, have you been in the sect for so long and still haven't distinguished the major of Liufeng?"

"No, remember, there are Sword Cultivators at Lingxiao Peak, Qingyun Peak merged with Fu Xiu and Medical Cultivator, Taoist Cultivator at Qingyue Peak, Tool Cultivator at Qingluan Peak, and all kinds of monks at Wangui Peak. Most of them are casual cultivators, right? ?”

"Wrong is right, what about the Twelve Halls?" Feeling that he was offended just now, Yun Jing continued to ask.

"Little uncle, don't embarrass me. I haven't memorized all the elders. Let me count twelve halls. It's not bad if I can count six or seven." Mo Lingyun muttered.

"Then remember it well, your little uncle, I am Fuxiu, and I belong to Qingnang Hall." Yun Jing gnawed at the fruit.

"Got it, got it." Mo Lingyun gestured to show that he was listening carefully.

"Where is the Danyang hall, where is Danxiu?" Mo Lingyun, who still can't tell the difference between the six peaks and twelve halls of Xuantianzong, asked.

"Danyang Hall is affiliated with the Medical Cultivator, and Danxiu is a branch of the Medical Cultivator." Yun Jing explained to him that the various names of their six main peaks, Sword Cultivator and Taoist Cultivator, are mainly for the purpose of unifying the titles. When subdivided, one main peak has many branches. .

The structure and background of Wannian Dazong are not that simple, even though they were severely injured thousands of years ago.

"Understood." Mo Lingyun nodded, and tacitly did not mention the exam status just like Yun Jing.

In short, after the exam, you can talk about anything, just don't talk about the actual exam.

The half-month spring exam was like a dream. Looking at the thick stack of books, Mo Lingyun shook his head slightly and sighed, "See you again."

Jing Rong, who witnessed the whole process, picked up a pen to mark the documents, and did not interrupt Mo Lingyun to bid farewell to the book that had been sleeping with him for more than half a month.

Mo Lingyun touched every book carefully, and was reminded by Yun Jing who was waiting to return the books with him: "These books will be damaged if they are damaged."

Mo Lingyun, who was still in love a second ago, immediately withdrew his hands. He has no plans to touch the elder of Shuge yet, so he should return the book honestly.

After the spring exam, the number of people in the library was far less than before the exam. Mo Lingyun returned the books smoothly, and then glanced at the bookshelves. It is undeniable that the amount of books in the library of Xuantianzong is simply a paradise for good scholars.

Yun Jing's problem of getting sleepy while reading is worse than him, and he yawned and walked away as soon as he returned the book.

As soon as the two of them left the Zangshu Pavilion, they saw that the clouds in the sky had dispersed a little, and a few rays of light flew across the sky towards Xuantian Sect Master's Hall.

"The first batch of people arrived so soon?" Yun Jing rubbed her eyes, and then yawned again, "Forget it, it's none of my business, this time the home court is Qingluan Peak, Brother Wujian and the others will handle it. "

"so?"

"So?" The teacher, uncle and nephew looked at each other speechlessly.

"So I decided to go back to sleep first." Yun Jing ended the topic.

*****

The first group to arrive was the Li family from the swordsman family. The head of the Li family led the team. Apart from his daughter, there were also several outstanding disciples who also wanted to participate in this weapon refining competition.

Qin Wujian waited outside the main hall with the disciples of Qingluan Peak. Although he is a sword cultivator, his master is the master of Qingluan Peak, and he is the chief of Qingluan Peak. To put it simply, even though he practiced He doesn't participate in the big game, but he has to do everything in dealing with people.

It's not that Qin Wujian never thought of betraying and going to Ling Xiaofeng. After all, the master of Ling Xiaofeng is Jing Rong, and he doesn't care about things. It's really free to stay in Ling Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng is right, right?

But his master Qin Fang Wuji didn't want to let him go, and he wanted him to inherit Qingluan Peak.

Qin Wujian was reluctant in his heart, but his face was still full of smiles. After the two parties saluted each other, they heard Li Shishu's introduction: "This is the little girl Li Yao, Yao'er, come and see your Senior Brother Qin soon."

"Senior Brother Qin, I've been admiring you for a long time." The girl in red who was pointed out arched her hands forward, and gave a solid fist, like a quack.

"Junior Sister Li, you are all fellows, so don't be polite." Qin Wujian punched back.

Li Qidong glanced at Li Yao calmly, and reprimanded in a low voice: "You can't look like a daughter's house."

"What's wrong with me?" Li Yao was dissatisfied.

"True temperament is a good thing." Taoist Qin Fang cheerfully smoothed things over.

In this friendly scene, Li Yao moved closer to Qin Wujian and asked, "Senior brother Qin, I heard that you are the No.1 heavy sword of Xuantianzong, can you teach me when you have time? Comparing with you."

As soon as she mentioned the fight, she got excited, danced and danced, and was dragged back to her original position by the other senior brothers of the Li family, she still had to look at Qin Wujian and wait for his reply.

"Yao'er, don't mess around." Li Qidong's smile froze.

"Actually, it's not bad, not as good as senior brother." Qin Wujian answered seriously.

"Really?" Li Yao's eyes lit up, "Then is your senior brother still accepting disciples?"

"Don't blame the father for punishing you if you talk nonsense." Li Qidong almost choked up a mouthful of old blood. It's fine if his daughter doesn't want to inherit the family business, but still wants to worship Jianzong in front of him?

"This...I don't know either."

As soon as Qin Wujian finished his answer, the Taoist Qin Fang answered, "My nephew is just accepting disciples, so you can't even pay homage to my little niece Li."

"Ah this...?"

"Cultivators of Ruthless Dao don't accept disciples of the opposite sex." Taoist Qin Fang explained Li Yao's confusion.

"Why?!" Li Yao felt that he might not be able to change his dialect when he was excited.

"There are old reasons for this." Taoist Qin Fang lowered his tone.

Li Qidong also sighed: "That's right, that's a hero who is at the same time as Beixiao Sword Fairy Li Zhifeng, so he just ruined his Taoism."

"Can you explain it more clearly?" Li Yao, who liked listening to stories, smiled.

"Hengshuo Taoist, the head of the Hengshan Sword Sect thousands of years ago, ruined his way and deeds for his apprentice when he was transformed into a god. Disciple." Li Qidong was full of regrets. It was also after Taoist Hengshuo betrayed the Hengshan Sword Sect. This veritable No. [-] Sword Sect of Cultivation Realm went downhill step by step from its heyday. .

"That's right, it's anti-emotional robbery, right?" Li Yao spread his hands.

"Correct."

"Same-sex disciples don't have to guard against it?" Li Yao asked a tricky question.

"What's the point of guarding against the same sex?" Taoist Qin Fang and Li Qidong, who have been upright for hundreds of years, asked. With their straightforward temperament, it is impossible for them to take the initiative to understand what is Longyang and what is grinding mirror, even if the cultivation world does not object Same-sex couples.

Li Yao smiled without saying a word, and thinking about Mo Lingyun's affectionate face, she felt that Taoist Rong Xie's acceptance of her as a female disciple would not cause love trouble or anything, but it would be more dangerous to accept a male disciple.

In another place, Mo Lingyun, who was kneading dough in the small kitchen, sneezed unexpectedly. He was about to rub his nose, but the flour on his hand made him sneez twice in a row. , Mo Lingyun went to wash his hands with great regret, and said to himself: "Who misses me so much?"

Mo Lingyun remained idle until he saw Li Yao, one of them was at the intersection and the other was at the end, Li Yao pointed at him and shouted: "Mo Lingyun!!!"

Mo Lingyun didn't even think about it, he turned around and ran away.

"Don't run away, you!!!" The tigress roared, further away from him.

In short, he didn't dare to go out of Ling Xiaofeng recently, Ling Xiaofeng is not something that idlers can enter, it's good to stay here and hide from Li Yao.

When Yunjing came, Mo Lingyun was peeling beans and couldn't stop muttering: "I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"What are you doing? Don't dare to go out because of romantic debts?" Yun Jing was curious.

"Where is the romantic debt? I eat vegetarian to cleanse my body and mind." Mo Lingyun let go of the beans in his hand, very worried, really worried. If he had known that there were so many entanglements with Li Yao in the future, he would be killed if he was killed. Don't make up such unreliable words to deceive people, okay? !

"The Artifact Refining Competition is just two days away, and you have to go even if you don't want to go out then." Yun Jing picked up the beans Mo Lingyun peeled and threw it into his mouth, "Eldest brother recently approved papers in the Palace of Qinzheng quickly The batch is crazy, it’s better to start soon.”

"Is Master in the Palace of Qinzheng?" Mo Lingyun was thoughtful.

It was a cold night, and there was a sneaky figure swaying outside the Qinzheng Hall, Jing Rong saw it out of the corner of his eye, and didn't make a sound to disturb the person, and he didn't speak, the figure kept swaying outside the hall.

Almost half a quarter of an hour passed, and the figure didn't seem to move much except swaying around.

Jing Rong raised his hand, the door of the palace opened without wind, the man in black who had been swaying outside the door froze, and he tilted his head, "Master!"

In Mo Lingyun's arms was a food box, the glutinous red bean soup in the box was still warm, and Mo Lingyun's face, which was a little flushed by the wind, also had a smile on his face, and his loose ponytail was tied by a dark silk ribbon That said, this dark body made Mo Lingyun a little fairer and calmer.

"Why did you come here in person?" Jing Rong pulled a small stool so that Mo Lingyun could sit beside him, he let go of the pen in his hand, and looked at Mo Lingyun beside him.

Mo Lingyun opened the food box, carefully took out the bowl containing the red bean soup, and said softly: "I'll accompany you, it's so boring to be alone."