Sacrifice

He Lingfeng was shaken awake.

"Little brother, little brother, wake up!"

He Lingfeng only felt a pair of soft little hands pinching his cheeks and touching his smooth head from time to time. He grasped those little hands reflexively and opened his eyes.

Opening his eyes, he saw Qing Que half-kneeling beside him, although there was worry in his eyes, but also curiosity, the other hand was still touching his head curiously...

"Little brother, your head..."

He Lingfeng belatedly realized that her bamboo hat had been shattered into pieces.

He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was dry. He stretched out his hands to support the ground, and He Lingfeng sat up slowly.

Surrounded by a dark tunnel, there are even drops of water falling from the top of the head. The surrounding vision is less than five meters, and the spiritual sense is also limited. Originally, the range of He Lingfeng's spiritual sense was at least 500 meters, but now it is only about 100 meters .

After a while, he took out Wulianquan from the package and moistened his throat, before He Lingfeng asked, "Where is this?"

Qingque said in a low voice, "I don't know, just now the palace shook for a while, with the feet hanging in the air, Qingque fell down!"

"Where are your senior brothers and sisters?"

"Qing Que didn't see Senior Brother and Senior Sister. It was here after falling. I walked in one direction for a while, and saw my little brother lying on the ground, covered in blood..."

She touched He Lingfeng's head, with a sad face, "Did my little brother's hair fall off?"

"...No." He Lingfeng didn't know what to say.

"That was cut off by that old man?" Qingque looked at He Lingfeng sadly, "If you don't have hair, you will become ugly, little brother is so pitiful..."

"...No." He Lingfeng suddenly felt a sense of guilt, cheating the little girl of sympathy or something, it was too much a test of the lower limit and integrity.

He coughed, and said to Qing Que seriously, "Qing Que, I was injured before, and now I need to heal the wound. I will talk about the hair later, but I have an unkind request."

Qingque tilted her head, looking at He Lingfeng blankly.

"Can Qingque help me protect the law?" He Lingfeng only felt a throbbing pain in his back, the flesh wound was nothing, the problem was that the abnormal spiritual power attached to the wound made him recover extremely slowly, it was he who cut it In the case of washing the marrow, if it is still easy to tendon, it is estimated that at least half of it will be disabled.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she pulled out the two swords behind her back suddenly, with a determined face, "Don't worry, little brother, I will protect you!!"

——He Lingfeng always felt that there was something wrong with the lines==

Cross-legged and breath-adjusting, He Lingfeng quickly entered the realm of forgetting things and me. Qingque carefully guarded him aside, scanning the surrounding environment, and glanced at He Lingfeng from time to time.

Little brother...you are so beautiful =V=

Qing Que blinked her big bright eyes, carefully observing the little brother sitting next to her, her cheeks were flushed, and she smiled very cutely.

She thought of the senior brothers in the sect. Although they doted on her very much, they always had sword energy around them. Even if it was her father's long sword storage box, she could still see it from those cold eyes from time to time. I saw the shadow of the sword.

Even Qingque herself didn't realize that she also had traces of sword intent, but the magic weapon on her body covered up the trace of sword intent.

——Please, Kunlun Sword Sect, the number one sword cultivator sect in Cangmiao Realm, it is impossible to find someone who does not practice swords.

But little brother is different! !

He has a pair of light and long eyebrows, like distant mountains, as elegant as ink; he also has a pair of warm eyes, although they are swarthy, they are clear and sharp.His nose was straight, his lips were light in color, like spring cherry blossoms in March, and his face was handsome and elegant, like a fine jade ring, smooth to the touch, with a shimmering glimmer.

What Qing Que likes the most is that there is a faint scent of sandalwood on this little brother, standing beside him, it seems that the whole person has calmed down, quiet and elegant, stretching for a long time.

Qingque was happy for her discovery, as if she had found a treasure that belonged only to her, she smiled brilliantly and satisfied.

But... my little brother's hair is gone...

Qing Que thought, if someone dared to lose her hair, she would be furious.

There were still some in Fangshi before, but I didn't see them wearing a bamboo hat in Yunming Palace, but now that the bamboo hat is broken, Qing Que took it for granted that the old man surnamed Chi was responsible for it.

She clenched her swords tightly, and the evil spirit in her eyes flashed away, hum!Next time you see that old man, you must beat him so that his head is full of bags!

He Lingfeng didn't know what Qingque's little daughter was thinking. The alien spiritual power attached to the wound on his back was quite domineering. It took him a lot of spiritual power to slowly assimilate and absorb that alien spiritual power.

Washing the marrow and washing the marrow is naturally refining the essence, turning the dross into the essence, forging the five elements in the body, and enhancing the body's resistance and endurance. When He Lingfeng opened up the Daming Palace, he cut the marrow and put on a T-suit, which can even be full of buffs. Easily pile up the blood volume to more than 20W.

That's why even though the alien spiritual power is domineering, it can still be dealt with.

About three hours later, He Lingfeng opened his eyes.

I saw the little girl holding a sword in both hands, looking around vigilantly.

He Lingfeng's heart was slightly warmed, but at the same time, he was a little moved. Three hours... that is, six hours, has the little girl always been so engrossed?

He stood up slowly, "Qingque?"

Qingque turned her head and cheered, "Little brother, are you alright?"

He Lingfeng nodded, with a smile in his eyes, "Well, it's ready, thank you, Qingque."

"You're welcome!"

"You should also rest for a while, you will be tired after being on alert for so long."

Qingque waved her hands again and again, "It's okay, it's okay, when my father asked me to stand on the top of Lingyun Peak with a sword move for a whole day, three hours is nothing!"

"..." He Lingfeng took a deep breath, looked at the delicate and naive little girl, and felt serious.

He Lingfeng sighed, "Even so, there is one thing that needs to be clarified with the benefactor Qingque."

Qingque was taken aback, what did the little brother call her?Qingque...a benefactor?

He Lingfeng clasped his hands together, and said seriously, "I'm the Boye of Wuyin Temple, I had no choice but to conceal my identity from the benefactor of Qingque before.

Qingque stared blankly at He Lingfeng, and said timidly, "...Little brother, what are you talking about? Qingque didn't understand."

The corner of He Lingfeng's mouth twitched, and he said again, "I'm sorry, I'm a disciple of Wuyin Temple. You can call me Boye. I didn't tell you before because the master didn't let me. I hope you forgive me."

Qingque frowned slightly, "Wuyin Temple? I heard from my father that Wuyin Temple... seems to be a Buddhist cultivator?"

"Yes, little monk Bodhisattva."

Qing Que suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, "I remember! Buddha is a monk, right? It seems that he doesn't have hair, right?"

He Lingfeng couldn't laugh or cry, did the little girl still focus on her hair?

Qing Que thought to herself, since it wasn't the old man who caused the elder brother of the He family to have no hair, then she should just let him go!

"Then why did you tell me my surname?"

"My common family name is He."

Qing Que doesn't quite understand what a layman is, she only knows that the little brother in front of her is indeed named He, but now she wants to be called Bo Ye...

She pursed her lips, "Brother Puye?" She shook her head, "It doesn't sound good. Speaking of which, Qing Que is 12 years old, how about you?"

He Lingfeng was silent for a long time before he said, "I... seven years old."

"What?! You're only seven years old?!" Qing Que looked at He Lingfeng in surprise, a little ashamed that you were able to refine Qi at the ninth level at the age of seven!I'm 12 years old and only tenth floor..."

He Lingfeng's eyelids twitched, isn't the little girl only at the fourth level of Qi refining?

His eyes fell on the hairpin on Qingque's temple, and he silently cast aside his blindness.

Qing Que rolled her eyes, "Since you are younger than me, then I will call you a little monk, okay?"

He Lingfeng was amused, "The benefactor of Qingque likes it, so be it."

"Don't call me Qingque benefactor." Qingque grabbed He Lingfeng's arm and said coquettishly, "Little monk, just call me Que'er, that's what Daddy calls me!"

"...Hehe, the benefactor was joking." He Lingfeng rolled his eyes. If he dared to say that, his father would kill him with a sword.

"Does the little monk hate Qing Que?" Qing Que stared at He Lingfeng with a grievance on his face.

He Lingfeng said helplessly, "Then I'll call you Miss Que."

Que'er or something, he really can't hold it!

Qingque was still a little dissatisfied, but with He Lingfeng's warm eyes, somehow, she didn't want him to see her domineering appearance.

He Lingfeng saw that Qingque had finally stopped bothering him, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Okay, let's walk around and see where this is."

The tunnel is very long, He Lingfeng walked in front with a stick, Qing Que walked behind with a sword in both hands, one in front of the other, but the guards were tight, He Lingfeng's eyes were full of surprise, he thought that although Qing Que had a high level of cultivation, But the actual combat is probably not very good, but I don't want to see Qingque's vigilance, the experience is enough.

As if sensing that he was looking at her, Qing Que raised her head and gave him a bright smile.

He Lingfeng paused and said in a low voice, "Miss Que, did you find anything?"

Qing Que shook her head, her small face was still full of smiles, showing no signs of nervousness, "It's nothing, I just remembered the scene when I went to patrol the mines with my senior brother!"

He Lingfeng understood, and immediately thought that the little girl was worried about her senior brother and sister, so she comforted her, "It's okay, your senior brother has superb cultivation and extraordinary strength, and your senior sister has amazing sword skills, so it should be fine."

Qingque smiled sweetly, "Well, I believe in Senior Brother and Senior Sister!"

As the two walked, they occasionally chatted in a low voice, and the dark tunnel seemed not so boring anymore.

During the period, the little girl also curiously asked about Wuyin Temple, and He Lingfeng naturally began to tell Qingque about the scenery and interesting stories of Wuyin Temple. He had been in the temple for two years, although because of his age, he knew There were not many people, but they had to go to the monthly Dharma assembly, and they also heard a lot of Buddhist scriptures and Zen stories. Now he changed the way of saying that he would tell the little girl one by one, which caused Qingque to ask again and again.

Qing Que is young, even though she has read through many classics, no one will show her Buddhist scriptures, so the stories and scriptures that He Lingfeng told her made her seem to see a new world, her eyes lit up, and her heart was full of joy and joy.

Looking at the dark tunnels around, listening to the soft chanting, and looking at the little monk's slightly sideways face, Qing Que felt hopeful in his heart—if this tunnel never ends, it would be great...

And when He Lingfeng and Qingque didn't pay attention, the package behind He Lingfeng... seemed to move =V=