Duan Qingyan woke up slowly and saw a familiar face at a glance.
"Qiu Kuang, are you okay? Is your cultivation still there?"
"In." Qiu Kuang smiled bitterly. "But Xiao Qi."
Looking at the painful expression on Qiu Kuang's face, Duan Qingyan's heart couldn't help but sank.
In Duan Qingyan's heart, Ah Dai was her best friend, not a spirit beast that ordinary monks could use as cannon fodder.
Xiaoqi has a bit boring personality, but she is very loyal to Qiu Kuang. I think Qiu Kuang must be very sad.
"What's your expression? Xiaoqi is not dead again." Qiu Kuang looked at Duan Qingyan speechlessly. This little girl was really kind. There were not many cultivators who could be sad for the spirit beasts.
"That little seven?"
"He just died of true energy for a while, and it would be enough to go back to practice for hundreds of years." Qiu Kuang's voice also seemed weak.
"Hundreds of years..." Duan Qingyan's heart ached. Although hundreds of years are really nothing for the spirit beast, it is still quite a long time.
"Bun." A weak voice came from behind Qiu Kuang.
Duan Qingyan almost couldn't help but shed tears.
The originally tall and majestic Qilin beast has not become smaller in size. The pair of beautiful horns on its head are gone. It is covered in blood and is wearing the black armor given to it by Duan Qingyan. The armor is now not even considered a clothes, but can only be considered a piece of iron. What kind of strength is needed to make a good armor into this kind of virtue.
In fact, if you take a bath for Xiaoqi, your appearance has not changed much, just a pair of corners is missing. But the weakened aura cannot deceive people.
It seems that they have succeeded. Duan Qingyan, who has a cold surface temperature, is not used to it. Because the previous high temperature has made her used to it, the current normal temperature makes Duan Qingyan feel as cold as falling into an ice cellar.
"I'll make buns for you now." Duan Qingyan took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions, and began to make buns for Xiaoqi.
Ah Dai was responsible for staying with Xiaoqi, and his soft little hoof touched Xiaoqi's face from time to time.
"A Dai, it's not sad. A Dai is sad, Xiaoqi is sad, too. Xiaoqi is fine."
Qiu Kuang occasionally stuffed a few pills into his and Xiaoqi's mouths, but he still couldn't change Xiaoqi's changes.
The talent of the Qilin clan is to protect.
In addition to the protection of the Qilin, there is another trick that only pure blood Qilin possesses - sacrifice.
Moreover, the target of this sacrifice can only be your own master, not any other person or spirit beast.
Sacrifice. As the name suggests, it means using oneself to suffer various harms for the owner.
Qiu Kuang ate the colorful divine pill and prepared to face the backlash of rules in the cave.
Both of whom are Nascent Soul cultivation, if you want to break another person's rules from within, you must endure the tearing of the rules.
Qiu Kuang dared to do such things with the protection of the colorful divine pill. The so-called loss of cultivation is still light. Maybe he will be useless for the rest of his life.
Xiaoqi has been with Qiu Kuang for hundreds of years. When he was a kirin cub, Qiu Kuang was still a little boy. It watched him grow up, and he worked hard to practice hard to be better than others and even sacrificed his life.
They had already been in harmony with each other, and Xiaoqi understood what it means to the proud master without cultivation.
So at the last moment, Xiaoqi used sacrifice.
Xiao Qi, who had not swallowed the colorful divine pill, was injured by the backlash power of the rule left by Venerable Fire. Fortunately, he was a powerful spirit beast with thick skin and thick flesh. Fortunately, Qiu Kuang discovered Xiao Qi's strangeness at the last moment and saved a lot of true energy for him.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the cave was a little solemn.
Qiu Kuang, who closed his eyes and breathed without saying a word, was a weak big Qilin lying on the ground, A Dai who gently and obediently touched Xiaoqi's face, and Duan Qingyan who was busy fighting with pots, pans and spoons.
Duan Qingyan felt that after learning forging, she seemed to have formed a habitual breathing pattern invisibly, and even her cooking speed was much faster than usual.
Several steamers were filled with hot buns, and Duan Qingyan watched them swallow them one by one with satisfaction.
"Okay, eat less, I'll help you put away the rest." Qiu Kuang had already stood up and gently stroked Xiaoqi's head. "I'll let the little lamb make a lot of buns for you, okay?"
"Okay." Xiaoqi was very happy.
Qiu Kuang looked at Duan Qingyan, and three words seemed to be written in his eyes: You understand.
Although Duan Qingyan had the urge to slap Qiu Kuang, he still endured it.
The buns were made for Xiaoqi, so she endured them.
After reaching an unequal agreement with Tianchu, Duan Qingyan gave up the refining plan on that day and focused on making buns.
When Duan Qingyan felt that he was almost making buns, he finally completed the amount Qiu Kuang promised Xiaoqi.
Xiaoqi saw the local buns in the storage bag, and his eyes were filled with happiness.
Finally I'm free.
Huh, it’s so tiring, making buns can make people exhausted!
"There is the inheritance they have always dreamed of, go and have a look." Qiu Kuang suddenly pointed at the hole that was forcibly opened and said to Duan Qingyan.
"What you pried open should belong to you. I just need to appreciate the Qinghuo Treasure Furnace." It is impossible to not want Duan Qingyan, but she also has her own principles of being a human being. Other spirit beasts have become like that. Things belong to Qiu Kuang, so it would be great that she could go out.
"If you want to go, just go, I, Qiu Kuang, don't even look down on the inheritance of a little venerable."
Damn, it's so crazy.
But, so handsome.
Duan Qingyan didn't want to admit it, but Qiu Kuang looked arrogant and arrogant, he was really a little handsome.
"What are you looking at? Are you fascinated by me? Unfortunately, my cultivation is still there. Don't be tempted or unchanged." Qiu Kuang was actually very satisfied with the stunning expression on Duan Qingyan's face. Although being admired as a man is a bit of a shame in his self-esteem, he always appreciates it.
Duan Qingyan rolled his eyes helplessly. "I'm just looking at the vase."
"Hmm? How dare you treat me as a vase? Humph, I won't bother you this time. A stupid sheep, why don't you go in quickly? I'm still waiting to take Xiaoqi back to heal my wounds."
"You, your home is far away?"
“Not close.”
"Then will we meet again?" Duan Qingyan asked this question with a slutty question for some reason. "I'm not reluctant to leave you, I just miss Xiaoqi a little."
"It depends on fate." Qiu Kuang was inexplicably in a good mood and smiled on the corner of his mouth. "I will come to see you. Don't forget that you still owe me fifty years, and the time I left is not counted."
Duan Qingyan stuck out his tongue and suddenly felt that it seemed good to have these fifty years of bondage. At least, he would come to find her and would not disappear from the crowd like a stranger.
"Don't go as if you are separated from life and death, hurry up." Qiu Kuang became impatient.
"I agreed to come to see me, don't be dependent." Duan Qingyan also showed a smile on his face, and happily entered the secret room of the legendary Fire Cave, the core part of the Fire Cave.
I heard that there is the most precious treasure left by Master Fire here.
I heard that there is a black-level exercise that fire-attribute practitioners dream of.
I heard that there is a Qinghuo Treasure Furnace that the weapon refiners have envied for a long time.
There are many legends, only those who enter know what they specifically have. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)
ps: The next time may be more than twelve o'clock later. Do you want to go to bed early? You will definitely see birds tomorrow morning~