My buddy always flirts with me

◎Are you acting like a baby? ◎

I suppressed my slightly delicate emotions, looked at Ling Yi on the communication projection and asked in a deep voice: "Elder Ling Yi, Afeike is still obedient."

Elder Lingyi shook his beard when he heard the words, and said kindly: "Ah, of course. Xiaofei is very obedient and very spiritual. He is a good boy. Do you want to see him?"

I replied: "Okay."

Elder Lingyi then picked up the communication jade slip, the projection shook for a while, and after a while, he came to a quiet room.I saw Wan Tufei sitting cross-legged in a corner with a booklet on his lap, looking at him while carving a wooden sword.

Over the years, Ah Fei has been playful, and I always see him finding various reasons to hide from his laziness.

I haven't seen him so focused in many years.

Elder Lingyi didn't bother him, and held the jade slip out of the window to let me look at it for a while, and then returned to the original room.I was silent for a moment, then said in a warm voice: "If Afei finally chooses to practice Dao, then I will ask Elder Lingyi."

Elder Lingyi smiled: "I will definitely teach you everything I have."

I softened my expression and nodded my thanks to him.

Lingyi is the direct descendant of Huangtian Sword Sect, and has worshiped under Huangtian Sect since childhood, and it has been more than [-] years.

When I hadn't mastered the way of the Emperor's Sword, and the long sword of my life, he had been forging the saber for me.Not just me, he has forged countless utensils for his disciples and elders over the years.

In addition, Lingyi is also one of the most adept cultivators in the Huangtian Sword Sect who are good at teaching disciples.Now among the elders and disciples of Huangtian Sword Sect, there are at least one hundred thousand weapon cultivators who have accepted his guidance, so his status and reputation among the deacons and elders in the sect is quite high.

Gentle, kind, and don't like to fight, this is the most evaluation of him I have heard.

If Wan Tufei wants to take the path of refining weapons, Elder Lingyi is the best candidate for master in my heart.

I chatted with Lingyi for a few more words before hanging up the call.

The avatar outside the body in the Library Pavilion also took advantage of this time to browse through all the books on this floor, and then picked out three of them, and quietly carried them back to my palace.

I frowned and stared at the three volumes.

I just looked through it on a whim, but I didn't expect to see these things.

Storybook novels are nothing more than popular entertainment, and the laws of the emperor are not too restrictive about it.However, monks are often afraid of offending the strong, and dare not make more insinuations; ordinary people are ignorant and fearless, and even if they let go of writing, they will not have much sense of reality.

But these three books are all about the emotional discord between me and Qinan-including the "Never See You Again".All of them have good literary talents, and the plots are secretly consistent with the past events in the source world, and even some details are very resistant to scrutiny.

Of course, that's not why I pay so much attention to them.

What is special about them is that there are traces of Elder Lingyi's "thought" more than 1000 years ago.

Although most of the high-ranking members of Huangtian Sword Sect have practiced the way of Huangtian, I can't clearly distinguish what thoughts are in his remaining thoughts... But I can be sure that these thoughts belong to him.

In that layer of story books, there are only seven books that dare to write Qinan and me with a bad ending, but nearly half of them have been passed by Elder Lingyi. Although there are none of the rest, I don’t know if it’s because the time is too far away. Cleaned up, or really nothing.

I just suspected that Xinyi had secret hobbies just like Rong Ji, but after careful induction, I found that there was no trace of Lingyi's thoughts in other books with good endings.

So what does he mean by this, secretly expecting me to have a falling out with Qinan?

Elder Lingyi... is this kind of person?

I frowned even more, got up and left the palace, went to Dutian Mountain in hiding, and pulled out the jade slip that recorded the application to investigate the Wushan Spirit Beast Farm.

There is no elder Lingyi's thoughts on it.

I can't say how I feel, maybe I am temporarily relieved, or maybe I am a little disappointed.

Maybe I'm just suspicious.

Half a day later, Great Elder You Jue successfully rushed back to the sect.

"Uncle Youjue."

The giant black beast lying on the ground in the backyard, gasping for breath, opened its eyes and glanced at me, shook its head, and said in a feeble voice like thunder, "...Ye Hong."

He doesn't look well.

I was a little worried and asked, "Are you injured?"

The black giant kicked its legs twice and finally sat up.He said in a muffled voice: "No, I just feel a little nauseous. In order to get back as soon as possible, I used hundreds of virtual world teleportation charms in a row. I was caught in the law storm three times on the way, and my scales were almost scraped off by two layers. "

After a short pause, he said again: "I'm much better, please give me the rest of the official jade slips."

I gave him the magic weapon of space that contained the jade slips, and watched him hide it in the Ni Lin under his throat before leaving, but was stopped by him again.

"Yi Hong, are you going to Wanjie with Qinan to investigate clues to the gluttony case?" he asked.

I turned around and looked up at him: "Yes."

Uncle Youjue narrowed his dark red eyes slightly, as if he was smiling.He said: "That's right, after checking the clues, why don't you trade with me. I will stay in the sect to approve official documents, and you and Qinan will inspect the remaining half of the land for me."

My heart skipped a beat.

Uncle Youjue continued to say in a warm voice: "After the Millennium Celebration, it happens to be the deadline for the [-]-year rotation. Then you won't have to stay in the palace to approve official documents every day, so it's not bad to start thinking about it a few months in advance. "

Uncle Youjue... He is asking me to take this opportunity to take Qinan out for a stroll.

A few years ago, the battle situation was initially determined, and most of the monks with high cultivation still gathered in the Twelve Continents, so it was easier to control them.It's a pity that the source spirit collapsed later, and the twelve continents split into countless stars, and the spiritual power gathered in the twelve continents gradually flowed to the world.The monks began to migrate to the Ten Thousand Realms, and it became more and more difficult for Huangtian Jianmen to control them.

Coupled with the collapse of the source spirit, the recovery of the source world's spiritual power and the manifestation of the law, the difficulty of cultivating for monks has been greatly reduced.This change directly led to the appearance of many opportunities and frequent occurrences of arrogance, and the total number of monks may have doubled several times.

The sudden increase in the number of cultivators has led to frequent chaos, and the Huangtian Sword Gate is always short of manpower.In order to fill the vacancy, I haven't been able to leave Zongmen to travel with Qinan for a long time.

... Uncle Youjue is really a good person.

I heard that even before I was born, Sword Emperor Huangtian had been relying on Uncle Youjue's good temper to push official duties to him.I haven't seen this with my own eyes, but after I started to take over the affairs of Huangtian Jianmen, Uncle Youjue is indeed more conscientious than anyone else - more than half of the official documents every year are approved by Uncle Youjue and me.

After a long silence, I whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he urged with a smile, "Go quickly, you have worked hard all these years."

……

On the flying boat, Qinan and I stood side by side on the side of the boat, looking at the fading wilderness.

The Great Wilderness is the only continent among the Twelve Continents that has not been completely split into stars, but it is much smaller than when the Twelve Origin Spirits were still around 8000 years ago.The Huangtian Sword Gate, which originally only occupied a territory in the middle, now seems to have almost embraced the Great Wilderness, with only a narrow circle at the edge outside the gate of the Huangtian Sword Gate.

Of course, this is only because of the distance.

In fact, the average width of the "narrow circle" is more than [-] miles.

The ebony side of the flying boat was polished smooth and translucent. Qinan rested his elbows on the side of the boat, looking at the boundless chaotic sea of ​​stars outside the spiritual barrier of the flying boat.But I just lowered my eyes, secretly watching my Taoist companion's quiet face from the reflection on the side of the boat.

I haven't told him about Elder Youjue's early shift change with me.

Because he looked in a bad mood, he didn't even take the initiative to talk to me.

Qinan was born as a casual cultivator, so he felt very empathetic about such things.I'm not sure it would be inappropriate if I told him now that I could take him out for a walk.

I was struggling, but suddenly felt a little pain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

what happened?

High monks don't get sick, and I haven't felt that way for years.

I mobilized my spiritual energy and checked myself for a long time without any results. I was a little uneasy, and raised my eyes to look at Qinan beside me, and whispered: "Qinan."

Qinan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he tilted his head to look: "Huh?"

I said, "I have a headache."

Qinan's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately rushed forward to hold my face: "What's going on? Let me see!"

I:"……"

Qinan put his forehead against mine, probed into a trace of spiritual energy and checked it carefully, frowned and opened his eyes after a long while: "No abnormality?"

I:"……"

Qinan moved the hand holding my face a little to the side, and pinched the tips of my ears.He looked at my red ears and asked suspiciously, "Wait, are you acting like a baby?"

I'm not."

Qinan half-closed his eyes and looked at me for a while, then lowered his head and kissed my forehead: "Does it still hurt?"

Me: "...it hurts."

Qinan checked again with his spiritual sense in doubt, and after a long while glanced at my waist, he hesitated and said, "Are you talking about the top head or the bottom head—"

...He looked so depressed just now, how could he say such words in a blink of an eye!

I forced his lowered head back: "It's not... there."

Qinan blinked his eyes, and said regretfully: "That's right, I have been with you for more than 8000 years, and I have never seen you speak yellow."

...Qinan!