Heavenly practice

In the evening, several people gathered together again. When Xue Junmi came in, Shen Zhuo saw the little blue bird, and was immediately stunned.

"What's wrong?" Xue Junmi asked when he saw him staring at him.

"Where did the bird come from?" Shen Zhuo asked.

Xue Junmi smiled shyly, "I found it parked on the window sill when I returned to the room today. I wanted to drive it away, but unexpectedly it was stuck."

"you……"

"This is the first time a bird is willing to get close to me."

"..."

Shen Zhuo couldn't speak for a moment, as if he had written such a setting, sword cultivators were all alone, because of the skills they practiced, so even the living beings were afraid of their murderous aura, Xue Jun Mi seems to have no relationship with animals since he was a child, and now seeing his overflowing love, he really can't bear to hit him.

"...It's cute." He smiled back.

Jiu Yuan on the side poked his head over, "Do you like birds? I'll catch you one tomorrow morning? Do you like red cranes?"

"No thanks." Shen Zhuo refused decisively.

As the person present who knew Shen Zhuo best, Long Xiang subconsciously looked at the bird a few more times, but the blue bird actually turned to look at him. He was surprised, and stretched out his hand to touch it, but the blue bird flew away.

"..."

Long Xiang's smile remained unchanged, "Senior brother, this bird is so human, can it be named?"

Xue Junmi was startled, "No, do you want to name it?"

"Of course."

Shen Zhuo looked at the blue bird with a smile, "Why don't you call Gousheng?"

Long Xiang echoed, "Ergou is also good."

A certain bird: "..."

Xue Junmi couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't tease it, it understands."

"It's just a bird, but can you understand its name?"

Shen Zhuo bent down to get closer to the bird, and said with a smile, "This bird will live soon after seeing it, and it's called a common name to make it easy to feed. When it comes to the Qinglin Festival, there will be dragons, phoenixes, kylins, Jinyu Mizuki, and you are called Gousheng. It sounds different, absolutely top-notch!"

"Chirp..."

The blue bird looked sluggish, and went straight to Xue Junmi's neck.

Shen Zhuo looked anxiously, "...you come out quickly!"

Xue Jun took a step back and looked at him in surprise, "Shen Zhuo, don't you like birds?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo stared at the shameless bird coldly, "I just don't like this one."

"Why?"

"It's flirtatious, shameless, it's just a hooligan."

"..."

Xue Junmi was helpless, held the blue bird in his palm, stroked it gently, "Let's call it Qingyu."

"Chirp!" The bird said happily.

Shen Zhuo watched coolly from the side, "Senior Brother Xue, I heard that the baby bird shits whenever it says shit, so don't sleep with it at night."

These words were not so lethal to Xue Junmi, who was rigorous and neat. He immediately froze when he heard it. Although he didn't say anything, he still silently put the bird on the table.

A certain bird: "..."

"This bird seems to be quite human, and I don't know if it can be cultivated."

Ning Feiyue's words made Xue Junmi's eyes light up, and he said immediately, "When Master Jiang comes back, I will ask him to take a look at Qingyu's talent."

"What if it can't cultivate?" Long Xiang asked.

Xue Junmi's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled, "It's the same if you can't cultivate, I will raise it until the end of my life, if it has children, I will continue to raise its children."

Before he finished his sentence, Jiuyuan said "Hey", "I'm afraid this bird can't really understand human language, but it's actually looking at you, Senior Brother Xue."

Everyone looked down, and sure enough, the bird was really looking at Xue Junmi with its two black eyes open.

Long Xiang asked Shen Zhuo in a low voice, "What's the matter with that bird?"

Shen Zhuo sneered, "That old rascal Qin Huang has changed."

Qin Huang?

Long Xiang thought of Xuanyu's companion, another powerful senior, and couldn't help asking, "Why did he turn into a bird so well?"

Shen Zhuo continued to sneer, "I want to pick on your senior brother, you green-haired old rascal."

Long Xiang: "..."

"Don't worry, what I set up on your senior brother that day was a ninth-level formation, and I also added a curse specifically for the old hooligan, so he can't get close to your senior brother."

"Um……"

Hearing that his tone was wrong, Shen Zhuo turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Long Xiang watched Xue Junmi being intimate with the blue bird, and asked quietly, "Have you noticed..."

"Ok?"

"Men around you start liking men, and women start liking women..."

"..."

Shen Zhuo was stunned to find that Hong Yue admired Ning Feiyue a lot recently, and Ning Feiyue kept talking about Xuanyu... What the hell is this?

It was getting late, but the two elders Mingxin still came back. When Jiuyuan was going to look for it, Jiang Li came back.

Jiang Li came back alone, and announced the news as soon as he stepped into Shen Zhuo's room.

"The head of the sect has passed away, and the elder Mingxin hastily summoned to go back."

"..."

Everyone except Xue Junmi was discussing the whereabouts of the person who kidnapped Su Tianming, and they were stunned when they heard this.

"Uncle Jiang... what did you just say?" Jiu Yuan asked in a daze.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the young man. Among all the disciples present, only Jiu Yuanxiao, the nephew of Elder Yin, had the best relationship with the head of the sect. Now that he heard the death of the head of the sect, he was undoubtedly devastated.

Long Xiang was shocked in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to look at Shen Zhuo, but he forcibly held back. When everyone comforted Jiu Yuan in twos and threes, he dared to look at Shen Zhuo. Knowing that Yi Qianhui's death must be Shen Zhuo's handwriting.

The room was filled with confusion, Jiang Li plucked his hair irritably, swept it around, and couldn't help getting annoyed again, "Is there someone else?"

"Ying Tianbai stays in his room, Zhao Kongyuan is with him, from now on we don't want to be alone, we try to travel together as much as possible," Xue Junmi said.

The irritability in Jiang Li's heart eased a little, and he said to himself that it's fortunate that there is Xue Junmi, otherwise he would be so angry that it would be unlucky for anyone who leads his disciples to have him, and he lost one before he reached the imperial city, and it was still named Su Now, they don't dare to go to the imperial city in a hurry anymore. Looking back, the prince in Daxia asked for someone, where can he find him?

"By the way, Uncle Jiang."

Xue Junmi then told the story of Wu Jin again, Jiang Li was nervous when he heard that Su Tianming was no longer in Qingcheng, and the next moment he heard that he could find someone, he immediately became hopeful.

"I made an agreement with the people from Luantianmen when I came back. If that's the case, let's go on the road together tomorrow morning to Linjiang City."

"Why are they with us?"

Before Long Xiang had time to make an opinion, Ning Feiyue raised a question.

Although Zhentianmen is famous for Xiao Wuya, it is only a second-rate sect after all, and it is impossible to get into the eyes of a big sect like Luantianmen. Even if Bai Yuanhong may agree to go with Long Xiang, it is impossible for others promise.

Jiang Li frowned, showing worry, "Isn't it because they also lost someone?"

"what--"

"They lost someone too?"

"Who is missing?"

"Is it also made by ghosts?"

"..."

Jiang Li silenced them, and said slowly, "It's a female cultivator named Qiutang."

"Qiutang..."

Shen Zhuo was somewhat familiar with this name, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

At this time, Long Xiang reminded, "It's the woman who spoke for Bai Yuanhong in Yibao Pavilion that day."

Ning Feiyue sneered, "Oh, so it was the woman who wanted to scold me."

"It's also related to ghost cultivation?" Xue Junmi was concerned about this.

Jiang Li nodded, his expression was extremely solemn, "There were demon cultivators making trouble before, and now ghost cultivators appear frequently. This Qinglin Festival may not be peaceful."

Shen Zhuo smiled, and said in his heart that it was natural, this is the Qinglin Festival prepared for the protagonist, a magnificent drama just kicked off, and soon you will find that compared with what is about to happen, the Qinglin Festival is not at all What kind of.