Xu Qing returned to the yard of Jinhua City. This is the cave heaven and home.

He closed the door and planned to see no one and have a good sleep.

However, when he walked into the door, Xu Qing saw the built-in courtyard, and only a poem appeared in his heart. The cold waves rose and the white birds were falling slowly.

The picture in front of you is very quiet and vivid.

The little maid is weeding, and the old wooden fish wanders in the water.

Seeing Xu Qing coming back, the little maid put down the hoe and said happily: "Young Master is back."

Xu Qing opened his hand.

The little maid came over immediately. She thought the young master wanted her to take off her Taoist clothes. But there was no one who changed clothes in the yard, although there was no one else.

Because the master was not here, even Wen Yuchun could not get in the yard, and Huan Niang could not get out.

After all, it's a cave heaven.

Huan Niang was about to untie Xu Qing's clothes, but Xu Qing shook her head and said, "Hug her."

He gently hugged the little maid and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."

No lust.

Huan Niang felt a little indescribable. It was something she had never seen before in her uncle's house. She had similar things at home when she was a child, but it was not so profound and strong.

Then, something is hard and a little bit hard.

The little maid blushed and said, "Young Master, what's your body? It's a little hard."

Xu Qing was stunned at first, and then he suddenly said, "Mr. Long, come out quickly."

The little white dragon is still in his sleeve.

It drilled out of Xu Qing's cuff and said embarrassedly: "This sister, my horn hit you just now. I'm so embarrassed."

The little maid opened her eyes wide and said curiously: "Are you a dragon?"

She then realized that this should be the master of the young master's dragon scales.

The little white dragon smiled and said, "Yes."

It is less than a foot, the dragon's scales are snow-white, and the dragon's head is not hideous, but it is a bit pink and cute. Girls rarely have the ability to resist such an image.

She immediately let go of Xu Qing's arms, looked at Xiaobailong and said, "Xiaolongjun, can I touch you?"

Xiao Bailong laughed and said, "Sister is very beautiful, you can touch me at will."

Huan Niang pursed her lips and said, "Xiaolongjun is really good at speaking."

She touched the dragon head, and her tentacles were clear and cold. She said, "Xiaolongjun is even colder than my family."

Xiao Bailong thought to himself: "This sister's breath is a bit like the immortal."

When it stayed in Xu Qing's sleeves, it felt very comfortable. Xu Qing's breath was mysterious and vast, somewhat like a vast starry sky. Huan Niang's breath was quite different from Xu Qing, but it was somewhat similar in its roots.

It likes this feeling.

Xiao Bailong was here to repay his kindness, but now he is enjoying it.

Moreover, this yard is actually a cave, which was unexpected before.

Xu Qing's voice sounded, saying, "Thank you for the hard work of raining, so go to the pond to rest first."

Xiao Bailong had heard Gu Canghai say that this pond is not ordinary.

It came to its senses and thumped into the pond. The water in the clear pond ripples. When the fish inside saw the supreme in the water, they were not afraid of being alive and were still playing leisurely.

The little white dragon waved its tail and the pond exploded. Many small raindrops flew into the sky and then fell down. The fish swam out of the water and spit bubbles.

The wind comes, and the white birds are also wandering in the breeze and drizzle.

What a poetic and picturesque feeling.

At this time, the little white dragon also understood that the water in this pond was actually the Three Lights Divine Water.

The spiritual pool of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in the South China Sea is also the Three Lights Divine Water. He had the opportunity to enter, but he gave up. Unexpectedly, he lost it in the east corner and gained it in the mulberry area.

What brothers have to strive for, it is obtained effortlessly here.

The inspiration of the Three Lights Divine Water is not particularly meaningful to the little white dragon, but the laws of heaven and earth contained in it are of great help to the little white dragon's practice.

Lao Muyu was also secretly happy that his master actually kidnapped the little dragon back.

When it was in the hands of the blood monk, it accompanied the little white dragon for a while.

The little white dragon also recognized it, but did not hold a grudge against the past. After all, it was the blood monk who wanted to imprison it, and the wooden fish was just a tool.

What's more, Lao Muyu privately made the little white dragon suffer less.

It said: "Old senior, you are much cleaner here than before."

Lao Muyu did not dare to be tall and said, "It's all for the master to be blessed. I hope the Dragon Lord will be able to attain enlightenment as soon as possible."

Xiao Bailong said: "Senior, too."

Xu Qing didn't care about them and planned to go back to the room to sleep, but Huan Niang brought a rattan chair and said, "Young Master can lie down here to rest."

When Xu Qing lay down, he found it very comfortable, the rattan chair was light and soft, and there was a pillow.

Huan Niang said, "I bought a new piece of cloth for the store where I bought the cloth for the young master before. It was as good as the material that made the master's tunic last time, so I knitted this pillow."

After she finished speaking, she was waiting for Xu Qing to praise her, but she could only hear Xu Qing's breathing sound.

The little maid rolled her eyes, took out a blanket to cover Xu Qing, found a small stool, sat next to Xu Qing, listening to the rustling sound of bamboo leaves, holding her chin to look at the water in Qingyou Pool, and the white birds passed by Pingming's water from time to time, quiet and leisurely.

This life is very good, and the years are peaceful.

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In the next yard, Gu Canghai met Yan Chixia.

Wen Yuchun was not at home, so he went to Ge's mansion. Ge Chenghuang asked Wen Yuchun to teach Miss Ge's meridian acupoints to lay the foundation for future practice.

Wen Yuchun was very happy with this matter.

Yan Chixia did not go out, but was quietly recuperating at home.

But he was still thinking about something. His sword was originally in the soil not far from Lanruo Temple, but now he can't sense it at all.

It is really a big deal to lose a sword as a swordsman.

Yan Chixia informed Gu Canghai about this.

Gu Canghai was originally sad that the ancient sword in the pine-patterned sword was not in his heart, and when he heard that his disciple had lost his sword, he was not so sad. He comforted Yan Chixia and said, "The sword path has reached its depth, and there is no sword in its hand and a sword in its heart. You are the most talented of the disciples of the masters, and sooner or later you can reach that realm. Just treat it as adapting to the realm of no sword in advance, and you don't have to worry about it."

Yan Chixia complained: "Master, you have not reached this level yet. We have to practice a sword in our lives. If we have no sword in our hands, wouldn't we have to transcend life and death and become an immortal?"

How could this be said? He said, "What Master said is very much."

Gu Canghai said: "It is not a good idea for us to live in Brother Wen's house. I see that almost no other family lives nearby. You can go out and buy all the nearby yards."

Yan Chixia said in surprise: "Master plans to stay here for a long time?"

Gu Canghai smiled and said, "The Master of the Temple is also the ancestor of our Qingcheng Sect. As a junior, he should serve him with all his heart."

When he thought about the fact that the master lived here, he could not hide it sooner or later. At that time, almost all the yards on this street were his property and could be rented to other experts in the future.

This is not to earn some spirit stones and magic weapons, but to deepen the relationship with the masters of various sects.

For practitioners, human relationships and causes and effects can sometimes be of great use.

Maybe the Qingcheng Sect can become the upper class of the top ten sects of the righteous path.

The leader didn't think about it for the time being. The Wang Lao of the Wudang Sect was unfathomable. Although he could not be as good as the master of the Guanzhu, he was not as good as the ancestor of Wudang.

Gu Canghai is still a little self-aware and knows that he will never have the hope of catching up with the other party in a short period of time.
Chapter completed!