How many times the group portrait is spring

This time when they came back, Mo Lingyun's spring exam results came out, and they passed all subjects, and they were all happy.

Yun Jingye, the make-up exam, finally passed!

The two of them ate melon seeds for a while, and they agreed that the lecturer for marking this time must not be Ning Qing.

Sometimes whoever you speak ill of behind your back will suddenly appear, such as Ning Qing who came side by side with Jing Rong.

"Ah, it's definitely not me." Ning Qing smiled kindly.

"...We are praising senior brother that you are good at grading papers!" Yun Jing resolutely confessed, and Mo Lingyun nodded sharply to show his agreement.

"It's okay." Ning Qing smiled lightly, but Yunjing and Mo Lingyun turned cold, and as expected, Ning Qing said: "Next time it will be me."

"...I still can't do it. It's so hard to grade the papers, senior brother." Yun Jing choked up, and Ning Qing failed the exam. Rao, he was the heart of many disciples, and these disciples couldn't bear it!

"Working for the sect, and being subsidized by spirit stones, it's not hard work." Ning Qing spoke elegantly, and the corners of Jing Rong's lips were slightly curved as he listened quietly. He was the peak master, so he didn't need to take the exam, so he didn't panic.

Yun Jing thought for a long time to prevent Ning Qing from being the examiner, but when she looked up, she saw that the two senior brothers had smiles in their eyes.

"Actually, it's okay for Master Ning to mark the papers, right?" Mo Lingyun continued.

Yun Jing's eyes became more and more lifeless, she is the only scumbag here, right?What's the matter? This...

"By the way, the Son of the Longevity Sect will visit our sect in a few days. Junior sister, you should be less naughty." Ning Qing changed the subject.

"Longevity Gate? Western Realm?" Yun Jing was startled, the Son of Longevity Gate?Did she hear correctly?The son of Changshengmen visited Xuantianzong?This is even more inconceivable than she was graded by Brother Zhelan and Keke got full marks, right?

Compared with the other three realms, the western realm has always been extremely mysterious, and its internal forces and aspirations are all unknowable; separated.

The Longevity Gate is well known as the biggest force in the Western Territory. Other than that, foreigners only know about the Longevity Gate. They have their own gods, which are not the universally recognized god of the beginning, and this belief is supreme and pure.

Yun Jing's understanding of Changshengmen is deeper than that of Jing Rong and the others. Her mother's house, Yue Zhuge, is a subordinate force of Changshengmen. The self-proclaimed pilgrims have a common belief in their hearts.

"You heard me right, San Lun Gyatso, the Son of the Longevity Gate, is about to arrive at our sect." Jing Rong affirmed Ning Qing's statement.

The name is definitely right.

"How...how could they leave the western region..." Yun Jing asked uncertainly with a flash in his eyes.

"I heard that they are looking for the saint." Ning Qing didn't know much about the Western Territory, including the meaning of the saint son and saint.

The Western Territory has always been the most mysterious region in the eyes of their monks, except for the Nine Heavens.

Yun Jing tugged at his hair, sighed and said, "I know."

Ning Jiuchen never mentioned Yunjing's life experience to anyone, even Ning Qing didn't know that Yunjing came from the western region.

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San Lun Gyatso, as the Son of the Longevity Gate, did not come here with much pomp and circumstance. He was wearing a red robe and waistcoat, and his cloth shoes were a little worn out. He looked like he had come on foot, and the rosary in his hand was buckled slowly with his movements. move.

The clothes and deeds, which are so simple, are made by San Lun Gyatso, which adds a sense of sacredness and inviolability. He really deserves to be a disciple of the Longevity Gate who proclaimed himself a pilgrim.

Mo Lingyun was pulled by Yunjing and stood in the back row. Yunjing, who was quite nervous at first, couldn't help but change his expression when he saw the rosary in San Lun Gyatso's hand, and swears: "Damn it, you have two nine-eyed dzi beads."

"Ah? What?" Mo Lingyun couldn't understand.

"The one on the son's neck is worth half the city." Yun Jing made gestures.

Mo Lingyun kept his eyes on, how rich this Longevity Sect is, and half of the city is casually hung around his neck.

"However, he should still not have as much money as Senior Brother Jing Rong." Yun Jing said, although San Lun Gyatso's status was similar to Jing Rong's, but the money, it was still the profound background of their ten-thousand-year sect.

"Really?" Mo Lingyun, who was holding half of Jingrong's small treasury in his hand, was taken aback, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

"That's for sure." Yun Jingyuan watched Canlun Gyatso and other disciples of the Longevity Sect walked into Xuantianzong, and said not very confidently: "I always feel that something is wrong with this holy son, nephew, why don't you Accompany me to explore the bottom?"

As for how to explore, explore the residence of the Holy Son at night.

"One more face scarf, we are the assassin duo." Mo Lingyun squatted on the tree and thought about life.

"Those who achieve great things don't care about small things." Yun Jing, the man in black No. [-], tried to persuade Mo Lingyun, who was skeptical of life.

"Little uncle, let's not talk about whether we can beat the Son of Longevity Gate. If Master finds out about this, we will be beaten to death, right?"

"...This will be discussed later."

Yun Jing was really worried about the purpose of San Lun Gyatso's trip, she didn't dare to come alone, no matter what Jing Shixiong, Ning Shixiong, she didn't dare to call out, so she had to catch the bolder Mo Lingyun and follow her.

So far, this sneak is quite successful.

At least Sanlun Gyatso in the room has not noticed their reaction.

After 2 minutes, Yunjing understood a truth, don't think too much about things, or you will be slapped in the face.

Yun Jing, who fell alone in front of Sanlun Gyatso, took a deep breath, and Sanlun Gyatso in front of her looked calm, and even had the mood to pour Yunjing a cup of tea.

"Where is my nephew?" Yun Jing pretended to be calm.

"The other one that came with you?"

"Correct."

"This fighting technique will probably let him drop it randomly."

"you?!"

"Don't worry, I can't fall out of Xuantianzong, mine—preparation saint."

The wind came quite suddenly, and when Mo Lingyun realized it, he had already been blown several miles away. When it stopped, he even made a hole in the roof of the house, and he fell into the water in the next second.

"Pfft!" Mo Lingyun wiped his face and came up to the surface of the water. He took a closer look and couldn't help but fix his gaze.

Finish the ball, Master...

"This roof is not very strong haha..." Mo Lingyun's eyes widened and he smiled awkwardly.

Jing Rong didn't smile, his complexion seemed to be cracked.

Mo Lingyun, who didn't close his eyes, blinked, and the drops of water rolled down from his eyelashes, allowing him to see the person in front of him more clearly. Mo Lingyun's Adam's apple rolled, and his heart trembled. Oh no, it looks a little nice...

In the next moment, Mo Lingyun's vision was covered by his outer shirt, and his senses returned from a broken line. With a strong desire to survive, he howled: "Master, please listen to my explanation!!!"

Whether you listen or not, you will be beaten.

Mo Lingyun was fished out of the bath in a wet state. Jing Rong was already looking at him neatly. Mo Lingyun blinked guiltyly, "I didn't see anything... Aww!"

"I really didn't do it on purpose...it was all a misunderstanding..." Mo, who was getting darker and darker, gave up struggling, stretched out his hand towards Jing Rong, and said pitifully, "Master, hit me."

"What misunderstanding." The ruler appeared in Jing Rong's palm in an instant.

"I was walking on the road, and suddenly there was a gust of evil wind..." It is impossible to tell Jing Rong that Mo Lingyun, who had just climbed the holy sub-wall with Yun Jing, tried to make up, but was hit on the palm of his hand by Jing Rong's ruler.

"It's a real fight..." Mo Lingyun shrank his hands, his clothes were completely wet, and water was still dripping from his hair.

Jing Rong lowered his gaze, and unconsciously relaxed his tone: "This is not an example."

"Yeah, there's no next time, no next time." Mo Lingyun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"But Master, to be honest, you don't look as strong as me... Ouch!" This time Mo Lingyun who was really beaten ran away in embarrassment.

Mo Lingyun, who was bedridden the next day after falling into the pond, saw the first person who came to visit him, Yun Jing.

Yun Jing looked anxious: "Where did you fall? Why is it so serious?"

"I've hit the iron plate." Mo Lingyun, who was trying to look up and almost rolled his eyes, fits a word: Hanhan.

"He bumped his head? Why do you keep rolling your eyes?" Yun Jing frowned, feeling that he should call the doctor again to help Mo Lingyun look at his mind.

"I'm not rolling my eyes, I'm just afraid that tears will flow from the corners of my mouth." Mo Lingyun said righteously.

"It's the corners of the eyes, not the corners of the mouth." Yun Jing corrected, pinched a sign by the way, her nephew must have hit his head, and Yun Jing, who took most of the responsibility for Mo Lingyun's being stunned, decided to ask the doctor to take a look.

Mo Lingyun fell silent, recalling how he recited the Purifying Mantra, he couldn't think about it, really couldn't think about it, the matter of Master getting out of the bath, he got angry.

"Stupid?" When Jing Rong came, the doctor had just left.

"Not stupid..." Mo Lingyun weakly retorted, after all, he was the one who took advantage of Jing Rong, and he really didn't dare to talk to Jing Rongpi now.

"My, my fault, senior brother..." Unknowingly, Yun Jing smiled awkwardly, was swept away by Jing Rong's gaze and decisively sold out his teammates, "I didn't do anything! Senior brother!"

She couldn't figure out where Mo Lingyun had fallen so that her senior brother could be alarmed.

And Mo Lingyun, after he was injured, he became Jing Rong's little tail, he followed Jing Rong wherever he went, he would lie on the table and read Jing Rong's comments, Jing Rong looked at him, and he also looked at him.

Jing Rong didn't reprimand him, just lowered his head and continued to critique the paper, Jing Rong's tenderness was never in his eyes, but in his every moment of behavior.

"Master." Mo Lingyun suddenly approached.

Jing Rong paused the hand holding the pen, and only looked up at him.

He said, "You are so beautiful."

"...Really?" Jing Rong was silent, it was the first time that he was so blatantly said that he was good-looking, and the bright eyes of the galaxy were all reflecting him.

"Yes." Mo Lingyun nodded, and immediately, his head was pushed on the table.

Jing Rong said, "Study hard."

This time Jing Rong probably really didn't hold back.Mo Lingyun choked back two tears, his nose, his nose hurt so much... It seemed as if his face had been rubbed against the wooden table, not as if, but for real!

Jing Rong really made a move, pushing him on the table with lightning speed.

Mo Lingyun sniffled and nodded indiscriminately, "Okay...study hard..."

Jing Rong, who was grading papers, seemed to bend the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, but Mo Lingyun, who was busy rubbing his miserable nose, didn't see it.