I thought the kindness was repaid, but I didn't expect to owe another debt!
"Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you." Xia Qingchen watched him leave with the compliments of Sister Zhou and others.
There was something in his heart, and he was about to go back and take a closer look at the eighth-grade moon marrow, when a beautiful figure who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward beside him.
"Master Xia." His voice was soft and soft, like a spring breeze, making people feel happy as if they were listening to the sound of silk and bamboo.
Xia Qingchen turned around and said calmly: "Are you looking for me?"
The person coming is none other than Yun Hua Xin!
Her expression was far less gentle than her face.
After all, she was the only one in the audience who didn't get the moon essence, so how could she become gentle?
"I'm not looking for it, it's my master who is looking for it." Yun Hua thought to himself.
Xia Qingchen already knew that his master was the feared Xiyuan Moni. It was said that he was trapped in love and hated the relationship between men and women.
"Oh." Xia Qingchen responded calmly: "What do you want from me?"
"You'll know when you get there." Yun Huaxin turned around and led the way.
But there were no footsteps behind her. When she looked back, she found that Xia Qingchen was walking towards the other side as if nothing had happened, with no intention of following her.
"Mr. Xia, what do you mean?" Yun Huaxin felt extremely disgusted with Xia Qingchen in her heart.
In order to pursue her, he deliberately acted unconventional and different in front of her.
But once or twice is enough. It’s like this all the time. Isn’t it disgusting?
Xia Qingchen didn't look back: "I'm very busy and don't have time."
Who summoned him and he immediately went to meet him?
He, Xia Qingchen, is not that free.
"My master is Xiyuan Mouni." Yun Huaxin repeated.
Xia Qingchen chuckled and walked away without comment.
He was not afraid of Beiyuan Sword Master in person, let alone Xiyuan Moni, whom he had never met before?
"You've gone too far!" Yun Hua was furious. How could there be such a rebellious person?
The summons of the Lord of the Abyss are invisible!
Xia Qingchen returned to Baiyun Villa and immediately went to the backyard. After retreating to the left and right, only Linglong was left present.
He just took out the eighth-grade moon marrow and felt it carefully.
A trace of star power penetrated into it, and the powerful power of moonlight rolled in the moon marrow.
In terms of Yuehua's power, it is slightly stronger than the Butterfly Heart of the Yu family, but the difference is not big.
Xia Qingchen opened his eyes, revealing a hint of regret: "It was a waste of time."
If in the past, this moon marrow could still be used reluctantly, there would be no doubt that it would break through to the moon realm.
But after practicing in the abyss, the star power in Xia Qingchen's body had transformed and became extremely powerful.
The power of the moonlight of just an eighth-grade moon marrow cannot ignite all the star power in the body. The result of a forced breakthrough can only be that the breakthrough fails halfway and then gets stuck at this level.
"Take it as a toy." Xia Qingchen threw it away and threw the moon marrow to Linglong.
Linglong's cultivation is far from reaching the moon realm, so giving it to her would be a waste of resources.
But, who asked her to follow Xia Qingchen?
"Oh." Linglong took it with both hands and played with it in her palms.
If outsiders knew about it, they might have the intention to kill Xia Qingchen!
rustle
Suddenly, an ancient tree in the courtyard rustled, and its reflection on the ground swayed.
A green leaf fell from the tree and slowly drifted into the tea cup, swaying gently with the ripples.
Xia Qingchen flicked her finger on the tea cup, and the whole tea water immediately surged up and turned into a swirling stream of water, rushing straight into the ancient tree.
Wow
There was a sound of water splashing, and the tea seemed to have encountered some tyrannical force and all of it turned into mist.
"The soft power has reached the state of transformation, and even my generation can't match it. It's really scary for future generations." A cold voice drifted down from the treetops.
Linglong looked up and saw a middle-aged nun in gray clothes and Yun Huaxin standing on the branch.
"Hey, where is this old woman from? What are you doing standing on our tree?" Linglong asked with her hands on her hips.
The nun jumped down with Yun Huaxin and looked at Xia Qingchen who was sitting still.
"Good bearing." The identity of the nun is self-evident. Xiyuan Mouni said: "It is rare among the younger generation to see a poor nun without changing his expression."
Xia Qingchen had no expression on his face and said calmly: "What do you want from me?"
The other party forced his way into Baiyun Village, so don't expect Xia Qingchen to be polite.
"Of course I have something to do with you." Xiyuan Moni walked slowly to the stone table, took out a painting and placed it on the table: "I am here for the painting."
Xia Qingchen glanced at it and immediately recognized that it was the painting said to be of God King Wuchen in the private exhibition held by Yun Huaxin.
The content of the scroll is unknown, but it contains an extremely astonishing ghostly energy.
For Xia Qingchen, it has great benefits.
"What does it have to do with me?" Xia Qingchen stared at the incomplete cracks on it.
Yun Hua felt guilty and said quickly: "You were the last person to touch the counter. How could the damage to the scroll have nothing to do with you?"
hehe!
Xia Qingchen knew that Xiyuan Moni would not look for him for no reason. It turned out that he was putting the blame on him.
"If I remember correctly, Han Xiangdong and Gu Batong had a dispute and got into a fight, which caused the counter to collapse. I happened to be nearby and just supported the counter."
"No matter how we investigate the responsibility, we can't find Xia, right?"
Hearing this, Xiyuan Moni looked sideways at Yun Huaxin: "Are you lying to me as a teacher?"
Yun Hua Xin and Xia Qingchen's words were completely different things.
Yun Hua blushed and said with a guilty conscience, "But if he doesn't help me, the scroll may not be damaged."
Strong words!
Xia Qingchen was kind enough to help her, but she also found out the guilt?
I've only heard of old people who can't help themselves, but I never thought that now I can't even help them paint.
"Hua Xin, is this how your teacher teaches you how to be a human being?" Xiyuan Mo Ni's eyes were stern.
Although she has a bad reputation and is criticized, she is still very strict in educating her disciples.
"My disciple is wrong!" Seeing that the paper could not contain the fire, Yun Huaxin made his intention clear.
Her original intention was that she did not want her master to get along with the other two Abyss Masters.
That's why I wronged Xia Qingchen.
"You have let me down so much." Xiyuan Moni sighed deeply. She clasped her palms to Xia Qingchen and bowed solemnly: "On behalf of my disciples, I would like to apologize to Mr. Xia."
oh?
Xia Qingchen couldn't help but be surprised. It was rumored that Xiyuan Moni had a bad reputation, but meeting him in person was not the case.
At least you can distinguish right from wrong and be reasonable.
"Senior, you're welcome." Xia Qingchen stood up and showed respect.
He is only polite to polite people and respectful to respectful people.
Xiyuan Mouni glanced sideways at Yun Huaxin: "You still haven't apologized?"
Yun Hua hesitated in his heart and hesitated without apologizing.
"Have you stopped listening to my teacher's words?" Xiyuan Mouni scolded.
Yun Huaxin looked directly at Xia Qingchen with her wonderful eyes, and reluctantly bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xia."
She straightened up, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation.
At this age, only young heroes surrounded her and praised her as a fairy in the sky. Xia Qingchen was the first one to apologize.
"I apologize, but please don't pursue me in your wildest dreams from now on." Yun Huaxin expressed his feelings with mist in his eyes: "I hate you so much!"