Chapter 122 The little white rabbit spoiled by the holy monk is the demon king 7
Chapter 122 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (7)
The little white rabbit blinked at him with a pair of red rabbit eyes.
Very innocent.
The little white rabbit who got into the shirt and acted mischievously just now is not like her.
Qi Sheng chuckled and couldn't help but touch Bai Guaiguai's ears again, then stuffed the white rabbit into the quilt that smelled of cool sandalwood, and touched its belly through the quilt.
"Okay, stop making trouble and go to sleep."
In the past few days, the little boy has been clinging to me. As soon as he came back, he would jump on him, raise and lower his hands, trying to teach him a lesson, but he had innocent and pitiful red eyes.
It makes people unable to take action.
In the middle of the night, it started to rain lightly in Qingya Mountain.
The patter of rain moistened the mountain air, and wisps of breeze came in through the open windows. The slight chill made people sleep better.
Qi Sheng was awakened by a cool mountain breeze.
He opened his eyes hazily, moved his arm slightly, and seemed to have touched something. When he turned his head, Qisheng's sleepy eyes suddenly tightened.
The middle coat on his body was messy and open, and the mountain wind stirred up a cold shiver on his skin. However, what made Qi Sheng even more confused was the hand pressing on his waist.
The arms are like lotus roots, crystal clear and white.
But Qi Sheng was so frightened that his heart was beating wildly.
The woman sleeps peacefully, her long curled eyelashes hanging down unaware of the accident. She seems to be sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, and her beautiful collarbones are rising and falling slightly with her breathing.
The Demon King is naturally very handsome.
Thin curved eyebrows, like crescent moons, thin red lips like spring begonias, just the right amount of red, and skin that is delicate and white and smooth, like wild water chestnut pulp growing in the water.
Qi Sheng gradually relaxed his vigilance, but he did not dare to touch the Demon King's body again.
He sat with a red face a foot away from the Demon King, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the Demon King's fair neck and the surrounding cold white skin.
After hesitating for a long time, he timidly stepped forward and covered the porcelain white glimmer with the quilt.
Sitting cross-legged, Qisheng closed his eyes tightly and recited the Qingxin Jue three times before he dared to open his eyes.
Where are the demon kings who are enjoying themselves together?
There was a steady sound of rain outside the window, and the cold raindrops seemed to drip into Qi Sheng's heart. A coldness spread in his heart, making him feel a little empty and uncomfortable.
The next day, the mountain rain continued.
The entire Qingya Mountain was covered with rain and fog, and the moss in the mountains and forests was wet. Most of the disciples in the sect were unable to form golden gang shields to protect themselves from the rain, so they all gathered in Yuhu Pavilion to practice.
Qisheng was summoned by his senior brother to go to Yuhu Pavilion.
He urged all his disciples to practice the Golden Gang Mask.
Zeyang was also among the disciples in monk robes,=.
He is very talented and has already understood the formula of the Golden Gang Shield. Therefore, while everyone was practicing the Golden Gang Shield, he was studying the magic weapon he selected from the Treasure Pavilion a few days ago.
There are many magical artifacts in Qingya Mountain, and the Treasure Pavilion has six floors dedicated to holding magical artifacts.
Among them, swords, axes, hammers, etc. are all low-grade magic weapons. The higher the loft, the more difficult the magic weapons are to control, and the formulas required to control the magic weapons become more complicated and difficult to learn.
There are no restrictions on the selection of magical instruments in Qingya Mountain, and every disciple has the right to choose.
However, if you cannot understand the formula for the magic weapon within ten days after selecting it, it can only be said that you have no chance with the magic weapon and must return it to the Treasure Pavilion.
Generally, even if a disciple with low talent can choose a high-level magic weapon, it will be in vain if he cannot understand the magic formula.
What's the point of a magic weapon that can't be controlled by you?
Zeyang noticed the frequent glances from the expiring student's uncle, and felt a little happy in his heart. When he glanced over, he smiled brightly in return.
He has always regarded his uncle Qi Sheng as a role model in spiritual practice, so he chose the same high-level magic weapon as his uncle Qi Sheng - the Nine-Bend Chain Lock.
There is only one magical weapon on the sixth floor of the Treasure Pavilion, which is the Nine-Tune Chain Lock.
Initially, there were two sets of nine-turn chain locks on the Treasure Pavilion.
One of the sets is now in the hands of Uncle Qisheng.
I heard that it only took three hours for Master Qisheng to unlock the magic formula contained in the nine-melody chain lock.
He was a little ashamed. He had been studying it for three days. Not to mention the ultimate magic formula inside the lock, he had not been able to understand and unlock even the nine-turn chain lock.
When Qi Sheng's eyes glanced at him inadvertently again, Zeyang's face turned red with shame. He stood up in confusion and walked over to ask for advice humbly.
"Uncle Master, can you give Zeyang some pointers?"
Many disciples heard about it and came here.
Seeing the nine-curved chain lock in Zeyang's hand, everyone showed fear and sigh.
The nine-curved chain lock is the treasure of Qingya Mountain. It is rumored that it was left behind by the founder of the Qingya Mountain sect before he ascended to immortality. It is full of spiritual energy and is the natural nemesis of monsters and monsters.
However, it is also difficult to unlock the nine-turn chain lock and obtain the magic formula inside.
Many of them have tried but failed.
Although they are reluctant to part with it, if they cannot understand this high-level magic weapon, it will be just scrap metal to them!
Qi Sheng's advice to Zeyang was exactly the same as that of the disciple who came to him to solve his doubts with a nine-curved chain lock.
"The nine-turn chain changes everything. These nine beads contain a relic left by the Immortal Patriarch. If you can find this relic, the nine-turn chain will be solved."
Zeyang frowned slightly and looked at the nine identical Buddhist beads: "How did Uncle Master find this relic?"
"When you use your heart, you will use it without intention. If you use it without intention, you will see it. If you use it frequently, you will see it."
"Thank you, uncle, for the guidance." Zeyang knew that asking further questions would be against the rules, so he bowed humbly and returned to his futon.
It was raining lightly at noon, and Nan Xian returned to the Demon King's body.
Lazy stretched his waist and felt refreshed.
She cast a small spell to clear out a piece of the cage, and threw out all the fruits and vegetables that someone who had been fond of throwing away in the past few days secretly poked and prodded beside her cage.
Zeyang walked in uneasily to eat, and was almost hit by a peach flying towards her.
His forehead was scratched a little and it hurt a little. He rubbed the forehead that was hit and moved his eyes downwards, seeing the culprit - a fluffy and round peach.
The demon king is in this dark prison, and he still has peaches to eat?
Wait, why does this peach look familiar?
It looks like it grew on the peach tree planted by Uncle Qisheng in the back mountain.
It's not even July yet. Last time he and his companions went to the back mountain to take a look. The peach peaches were green and red, not particularly ripe, so he endured the itch and didn't pick them.
But this peach is obviously big and red. It seems to be just right. It must be crunchy and sweet to eat!
Dong dong dong——
Zeyang felt for a moment that hail was falling inside the cave.
He stood close to the stone wall, and after about a cup of tea, the banging sound stopped.
Zeyang stared blankly at the melons, peaches and vegetables all over the ground, thinking to himself how many melons and vegetables this demon king had stolen from Qingya Mountain?
Just when I was thinking it was a waste, I heard a soft and pretty voice: "Ah, he is a handsome little master. I didn't scare you, did I? This is my meeting gift for you."