Sang Luo's words brought Song Qingyun back from his thoughts.
"What?!"
Song Qingyun looked at Xinglan with surprise,
"I'm an uncle?!"
Song Qingyun, after being promoted to the head of the Xuanyuan Sect, was finally promoted again!
Song Qingyun immediately took out his storage bag and rummaged through it, but he couldn't find anything good after rummaging for a long time. The best thing was the elixir that his senior sister gave him two days ago.
Finally, he found a ten-thousand-year spiritual essence.
This is valuable!
"This is the spiritual essence that I accidentally obtained in the secret realm before. I give it to you as a meeting gift!"
Song Qingyun handed the spiritual essence to Xinglan.
The young boy looked at the spiritual essence in his hand and was stunned for a long time.
Feeling the majestic spiritual energy, you gave him such a good thing directly?
Why is this man so good?
Sang Luo looked at Xinglan,
"Why don't you thank your junior uncle?"
The young boy was stunned for a long time, and finally looked at Song Qingyun and spoke stumblingly,
"Thank you, little uncle!"
Song Qingyun grinned, raised his hand and touched the head of his chicken coop,
"Thank you for nothing. When you enter the spiritual path, my uncle will teach you how to practice swordsmanship!"
Just like how his senior sister taught him.
However, his nephew is so thin that he is almost skin and bones.
Song Qingyun took a bag of osmanthus cake from the storage bag and stuffed a piece into his mouth.
"Eat more and see how thin you become!"
The sweet-scented osmanthus cake had a light aroma and melted in your mouth. The little boy was stunned again.
Junior uncle, he was so kind to him.
There can't be any conspiracy in this.
This is the first time since he can remember that someone has been so kind to him.
Sang Luo glanced at Xinglan and said to Song Qingyun,
"Take him down to heal his injuries."
There are still many wounds on the body.
Moreover, my clothes were in tatters, so I had to change my clothes and comb my hair.
Song Qingyun nodded as he listened, took Xinglan's hand and walked back.
"Little nephew, come with me!"
Xinglan nodded obediently and followed Song Qingyun.
Until this moment, he felt a little unreal.
Ever since he was born, it seems like nothing good has ever happened to him.
But this time, something seems different.
Is it a dream?
It seems not.
But why are they so nice to him?
The sudden benefit and warmth made the little boy a little uneasy.
Little Xinglan, who was covered in injuries, was taken down by Song Qingyun.
Not far away, Zhang Jianting climbed up from the pool, with a face that was swollen like a pig's head from being beaten, looked at Sang Luo, and asked,
"Is there no one to heal my wounds?"
No matter what, he just helped them test Ye Huaixin's strength.
Sang Luo ignored him.
Just looking at Ye Huaixin,
"Are you angry?"
Ye Huaixin snorted softly,
"Why are you so angry? It's your friend who wants to spar with me. How can we spar without getting hurt?"
This is not the battle stage of life and death in Shura Tower. Otherwise, missing arms and legs would be common.
He already gave Sang Luo a lot of face.
Zhang Jianting gritted his teeth as he listened. He looked at Ye Huaixin not far away and secretly swore, Damn it, if I don't beat you to pieces all over the place one day, my surname will not be Zhang!
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The appearance of little Xinglan gave everyone a promotion.
Ji Qingfeng gave himself a refined elixir as a meeting gift, and also included several attack and defense talismans.
Can block the fatal blow from Immortal Realm.
Su Ruowan gave him a set of abacus from Tianshu Pavilion, plus the mental method of Tianshu.
Lu Changsheng and Lin Qinghan didn't have anything good, so they each taught a set of sword techniques.
Even Zhang Jianting gave him the Taoist fruit he had condensed, which can be described as a generous gesture.