Qingge frowned and looked at the little white cat in confusion.
Every time in the past, although the little white cat had a melancholy temperament like aventurine, he was always happy to see her and liked to be close to her.
The little white cat stood on the highest point of the branch, its blue eyes filled with sadness.
It looked at Qingge with complicated eyes, as if it were an old friend from the old days, looking at her deeply through the torrent and desolation of several years.
That look in his eyes made Qingge's soul tremble in an instant, as if he was soaked in the infinitely cold river water, his limbs and bones, and the blood in his body were all cold.
Qingge pursed her bright red lips, flew up, hung in the air, slowly walked towards the little white cat, and stretched out her hand towards the little white cat.
"Can I hug you?" Qing Ge said softly, like coaxing a child.
The little white cat was motionless, like a stone sculpture, with all four paws firmly stepping on the branches of the dragon and phoenix sacred tree, and its eyes as blue as the sea looked into the distance across the void.
It didn't respond, and Qingge didn't take the little white cat away by force. At this moment, Qingge looked at the beasts around the sacred tree space, and suddenly thought that since the little white cat appeared in her realm of nothingness,
, all the monsters have a feeling of surrendering, as if they have returned to the year when Xiao Yueyue was still there.
.
Meow--
There was another low meow, and the melancholy eyes of the little white cat gradually gained focus.
Crunch, crunch.
It stepped on the branches and walked forward. After a few steps, it suddenly jumped up and fell into Qing Ge's arms.
Qingge was lying in the tree, a smile appeared on her lips, she held the little white cat in her arms, stretched out her hand and rubbed the little white cat's head.
"Meow."
The little white cat seemed to be in a better mood and purred again.
Qingge held the little white cat in her arms, her thoughts turning over and over again.
What does the existence of the little white cat mean to the aventurine?
A long time ago, she heard that Aventurine loves cats very much, and that shiny-haired cat has a very nice name.
Qingge.
Seeing a cat misses a person.
Later, after Qingge took the little white cat away, she also inquired about the little white cat's origins.
The little white cat appeared suddenly.
After thousands of years, when the aventurine cod appeared in the Qinglian Palace for the first time, the little white cat appeared almost at the same time.
Coupled with the fact that the little white cat and the aventurine had the same look in their eyes, Qingge couldn't help but think that maybe the little white cat was a member of the Dream tribe and the host of the aventurine.
But this matter is uncertain.
In the sacred tree space, a young Suzaku boy with long red hair pouted his glistening mouth and looked at Qing Ge displeasedly, as if he had been wronged.
He said: "Smelly woman, you come here once in a while, and every time you only see this cat, do you still have us in your eyes? If you don't care, why not give us away, or simply sell us, and you will get the money
, and also allows you to marry a wife and have children."
Get a wife and have children.
Qing Ge was quite messy in the wind, and the corners of his mouth twitched sharply.
After Suzaku finished speaking, the Nine-tailed Blood Luan, the Snake King Warlord, and the Killing Blood Wolf all looked at her sadly.
Even the swamp beast, which had been sleeping comfortably and unconsciously, lazily opened a pair of orb-like eyes.
Qingge scratched her hair, feeling a little ashamed.
At this moment, why do I feel like I have become a heartless person?
It seemed that she needed to apologize for the heartless man she had scolded so harshly in the past.
"Meow."
The little white cat let out a low cry, and immediately, the monsters in the sacred tree space fell into silence and said nothing.
Qingge stared for a moment, then lowered her head to look at the soft, glutinous white cat. She was really curious in her heart, what is the background of the little white cat?
The little white cat suddenly raised its head and looked straight at Qingge with a pair of blue sea-like eyes.
Suddenly, the two paws in front of it gently clasped Qingge's clothes, climbed up a little, and placed a gentle kiss on Qingge's cheek.
The next moment, two shameful blushes appeared on the little white cat's cheeks, and then it ran away at an extremely fast speed, hiding far away.
Qingge touched her cheek and frowned.
Or a perverted cat?
…
After Qingge's consciousness returns to his true form, the registration for the martial arts profession has ended.
Elder Qiu pushed Shen Qingxiao towards him. Shen Qingxiao looked at Qing Ge with a smile like a spring breeze: "Master Ye, have you seen the martial arts profession you like in the appointment book?"
These professions are useless and have no real power. They are just in name only. At most, they sound good and their reputation can be linked to such a powerful force as the Martial Arts Association.
Qingge couldn't help but think of her identity in Qinglian, which was the majestic 'Great Emperor Ji', but it was just a false name.
Qing Ge randomly chose a martial arts profession: Spirit Master.
She thought for a while, it was probably related to spiritual power, and maybe she would encounter some special opportunity.
Looking at the entire job list, it was this martial arts profession that aroused her interest.
Shen Qingxiao and Luo Cheng were both a little stunned when they saw this martial arts profession, especially Luo Cheng, who looked strange and hesitated to speak. He looked at Qing Ge as if he was looking at the idiot from the next village.
Qing Ge touched her nose and seriously suspected that Grandmaster Luo had some objections to her, which was why he would find trouble from time to time.
"Mr. Ye, has it been confirmed?" Shen Qingxiao asked.
Qingge nodded, "That's it."
"Okay." Shen Qingxiao looked at the white-haired old man aside: "Grandpa Zhang, please register."
The white-haired old man waved his arms, and saw two radiant treasures flying out of the wide cuffs.
One side is a pure red stone slab, which is hot and emitting smoke. The other is a wolf hair pen. The white-haired old man holds the wolf hair pen and writes Qingge's name and martial arts profession on the stone slab.
This white-haired old man surnamed Zhang is in charge of all major professions in the Martial Arts Association. Every practitioner must be appointed through his hands.
"Father, what profession have you chosen?" Bai Liuyun couldn't hold it in any longer and asked curiously, looking longingly at the young man's profile, his eyes full of admiration.
He is a few years older than this adoptive father, but he is not as good as one-tenth of his, which really makes Yun feel ashamed!
Lu Chen and Lu Wenshan also came over with great interest, intending to find out.
"Spiritual Master." Qingge said with a smile.
The expressions of several people have changed drastically.
"Uncle Ye, have you chosen a spiritual master?" Lu Chen asked.
Qingge was confused, "Well, what is a spiritual master?"
Lu Wenshan: "..." His brother Ye Xian is really excellent. He doesn't even know what a spiritual master is, so he dares to make a bold and rash choice?
As expected of his good brother!
Most people really can't learn this kind of incompetent operation. "Spirit Yuan Master is a special type of instructor in the Martial Arts Association, specializing in teaching those disciples who have dark hearts and have made big mistakes..." Chief Bai said.