Yu Yi's head rested weakly on the puppet's shoulder.
As far as the eye can see, the soft blue silk of the puppet pours down, laying out on the back of the jade snow.
On the back, a pair of butterfly bones are like jade, and they want to fly.
The exceptionally cool light reflected by the snow broke into the room from the window, and the long black hair that was as thick as jade turned into a deep and rich dark red. Master, not a real person.
But she really looks like a real person, Yu Yi's chin is pressed down, and it touches her shoulders across the thin texture. This is the vitality that only human beings have.
Not only that, but she also gently stroked the back of her head, with silent comfort and even vague affection in her movements.
After a moment of daze, Yu Yi's eyes fell silent.
She propped up her increasingly heavier body and withdrew from the puppet's embrace.
Maybe it was because she had been alone for too long, she thought so much, Yu Yi's eyes were cold, it was just a simple act of getting close to her master.
The ceremony of recognizing the master is not over yet, and finally the puppet must be named before it is completely completed.
The names of the other instruments were given by the artifact refiners, but for the puppet, Qiongling gave the naming rights to his own children. It is very important to say the name to Yu Yi, so he must think of a name for the puppet. .
But in the last life, Yu Yi didn't know about the personnel after completing the ceremony of recognizing the master. When he woke up again, he heard that the puppet had become "Yun Qing", and as soon as he heard it, he couldn't get rid of Ling Yunzong, but had nothing to do with himself.
Yu Yi's eyelids were heavy, and her body was filled with endless tiredness. She straightened her back and asked the puppet:
"Do you have a name you want?"
Yu Yi wasn't going to let the puppet name herself. Everything about the puppet should be hers, and she was completely under her control.
After all, this is a test, is this puppet really different from the previous life? Although the heresy in the puppet's body has been eliminated, Yu Yi still has to try her again.
For example, see if the word "Yunqing" is spit out from the puppet's mouth.
Yu Yi waited for the puppet's answer, but saw that the puppet put a cushion behind her first, and then looked at herself with those pale tea eyes. Yu Yi couldn't understand the emotions inside, but soon, those who said The incomprehensible feelings were concealed, and the puppet's red lips curled up, saying:
"Jian Yixin."
My name is Jane Yixin.
Jian Yixin was very fortunate that Yu Yi did not listen to Ling Yunzong completely and chose to recognize herself as the master in advance, but she did not expect that Yu Yi would toss herself so badly.
Those blood had solidified under the action of the spell, and the dark red worm-like traces snaked on the girl's thin white arms, which was shocking.
Hearing that Yu Yi thoughtfully asked herself what name she wanted, Jian Yixin moved in her heart and reported her real name.
At this moment, she still had some romantic thoughts of telling the other party her real name, but she saw Yu Yi narrowed her eyes, looked at her inquiringly, and said instead:
"How about Pian Tiao?"
In Qinglu, has "Song Pianjiao" become the fixed vest for her tasks in the small world? Jian Yixin smiled helplessly:
"Okay, Song Pianjiao."
Song
Yu Yi frowned and thought about it, but she didn't hate this surname, and even put it together, there was an indescribable harmony, as if it were one.
She thought to herself, Song Pian.
"Yes." Yu Yi graciously allowed the puppet to give her a surname.
She felt that she should tell something more, but her mind was already drowsy, and time and space pulled a long line in her mind that could not be seen before and after.
The more sour and heavier the body becomes, the lighter the soul becomes, as if to sway with the wind—
"You should rest."
Before she fell into a deep sleep, Yu Yi heard these words again, and then she fell back into that warm embrace with a light fragrance.
When Yu Yi fell asleep, Qu Xirong was not idle.
She went to see Qu Hang first.
Yu Yi suddenly started a great formation for unwarranted things, and their plan to take away the puppets was frustrated. Qu Hang was very unhappy about this, but after pondering for a while, he did not let Qu Xirong go to Daiyuan Peak again. Let Yu Yi rest for a few more days.
He even told Qu Xirong:
"You are the senior sister. You have to be very careful with Yu Yi. Doesn't she like your silver fox? Give it to her tomorrow."
"But the snow silver fox was given to me by Elder Jiao that day..." Qu Xirong finished her sentence, and changed her words first, "Forget it, she hasn't passed the eighth-order monster yet, and she has always liked small animals, so she let her go. Linghu, stay with her for a few days."
It's only two or three days left, and in the extremely thrilling ceremony of recognizing the master, there will be an elder who goes wrong, Yu Yi will definitely die, and Tianxue Yinhu will return to his hands.
It's a pity, if the puppet were captured by him today, Yu Yi would not be able to save his life.
Now, she must die.
Naturally, on the bright side, Ling Yunzong was very saddened by this matter, and his father would insist on using the Ling Yunzong secret method to send Yu Yi's soul to the mortal world, so as to keep her safe and happy for a lifetime.
But this flowery fairyland, the coveted treasure in her hands, has nothing to do with Yu Yi anymore.
A smile appeared on Qu Xirong's face.
Qu Hang said indifferently: "Don't forget to entertain the distinguished guests, especially the Buddhists—"
He squinted: "Yu Qing Qiongling went too fast, the outside world is staring at our Lingyun Sect's fault, don't let people catch the handle, remember."
"Remember your father's teachings." Qu Xirong responded first, then said softly, "The only ones who know about it are our own family members and a few respected elders, you can rest assured."
Qu Hang weighed it and responded slightly.
Not to mention that Yu Yi is a little girl who took Shenmian three years to save her life. Even before she was injured, she was just a golden pill, and her temperament was not yet fulfilled. Now she is just waiting for Yu Yi to enter the game, there is really nothing to worry about.
Qu Hang closed his eyes, if it wasn't for Ling Yunzong's face and prestige, he wouldn't need to make such a slow plan...
After seeing Qu Hang, Qu Xirong returned to her cave.
Her cave is on a side peak next to the main peak, called Lianyun Peak, which is different from the majestic and majestic peak of the main peak.
A lot of pleasant-looking low-level spirit beasts were playing in it, and three or five female nuns were chatting and laughing in the veranda, waiting for Qu Xirong to come back.
Seeing Qu Xirong, the female nuns called out "Elder Sister" one by one, and told her what they were going to say one by one. There are serious things in each church, and there are hearsay news, for a while, it is more lively than the main peak Qu Hang.
Qu Xirong, however, handles it with ease. Ever since she was promoted to Nascent Soul and entered the ranks of high-level monks, she has transformed from a young junior sister to a senior senior sister. She has done a great job of winning people's hearts. No one in this generation can surpass her. go-
Except for Yu Yi.
That talented little junior sister with excellent foundations, whose parents are graceful and graceful, and who were spoiled by the heavens from birth.
But she is not now.
Qu Xirong smiled even more, and the female cultivator named Jiao Xiao thought that what she said won the favor of the senior sister, and said it more vigorously:
"...And also, Master Chu Feng has always been pure-hearted and has few desires, and he doesn't drink meat or wine, but he bought all the Yurui Qionglu at the auction. I don't know which confidante he has."
Yurui Qionglu is the drink that female nuns love to drink. It is not only sweet in the mouth, but also drinkable with a breath of blue and a beautiful face that lasts forever. Female nuns all rush.
When Qu Xirong heard this, she said sweetly: "Where to send it? It must be to congratulate our little junior sister who recognizes the master of the semi-artifact."
When others hear it, look left and right.
"I heard that Junior Sister Yu Yi's mother was very close to Master Chu Feng."
"Demi-artifact... How did you give it to her? If it wasn't for the mother of a Heavenly Rank Refiner, it shouldn't be her."
"She is a mortal body, how much can she drink from this wine, senior sister, good senior sister, share with us." Jiao Xiao pleaded with Qu Xirong, as if he had forgotten that Yu Yi was the real master of Yu Rui Qionglu.
"Don't say that, it's the younger sister." Qu Xirong scolded, but she didn't mean much seriously.
Jiao Xiao was even more dissatisfied, and the other female cultivators were also displeased.
"In the past, the magic weapon was willing to give it to us, but now Qionglu refuses?"
"You said those magic tools of the Xuanhuang rank? Yu Yi didn't give you the good things in her hand. Quan should make room for her storage bracelets. We are doing a good job by accepting them."
"In the end, I haven't really been sincere to us senior sisters. Unlike senior sisters, I always think of us well."
Qu Xirong smiled. She had collected a lot of high-level magic tools that Yu Yi had given her, but Yu Yi didn't give her, and there were many more.
She slowly drank a cup of Qingquan tea, and waited for the female nuns to speak to their heart's content before saying:
"Don't talk behind your back, little junior sister is already pitiful enough."
She didn't say a word about who was wrong, and only said that Yu Yi was pitiful.
The atmosphere cooled down a little, and Qu Xirong looked at the silver fox who was playing beside him:
"Little Junior Sister lives alone in Daiyuan Peak and is unbearably lonely. I will send Yinhu to her tomorrow."
As soon as this remark came out, the female nuns were even more unhappy, and the atmosphere became cheerful again in the praise of Qu Xirong and the condemnation of Yu Yi.
These voices will spread throughout the Lingyun Sect along with their clan relatives and friends, and it has happened dozens of times before—
Long before Yu Yi's death, Yu Yi's reputation in Lingyun Sect had fallen to the altar, and she herself didn't know anything about it.
In the current Lingyun Sect, Qu Xirong is the only one who is the proud daughter of the sky.
Qu Xirong narrowed her eyes and slowly drank a cup of tea.
She was looking forward to the arrival in three days.
This time, the main recognition ceremony was held by Ling Yunzong as a great gift. There were not many guests invited. They were all famous sects in Kyushu, and many elders were sent here.
This is Qu Hang's plan. If he wants to gain a good reputation, he naturally needs a big deal. Now that the plan has been changed, it is even more necessary for these eyes to see that they did not plot against Yu Yi, but Yu Yi insisted on admitting the master and died, and then sighed and regretted a few words, and the matter would be over.
Except for a Buddhist Chu Feng.
Chu Feng has a special status. The Buddhist sect she belongs to has always only allowed men to enter the sect. Only Chu Feng has been raised in the Buddhist sect as a daughter since childhood. In the fusion stage, it is a small realm higher than Qu Hang.
What's more troublesome is that she has an excellent relationship with Qiongling—
Qu Hang had expected that she would come to see Yu Yi, but when he saw it, his heart was still subconsciously tight, and he went up to meet him:
"Master Chu Feng."
Chu Feng is dressed in a snow-colored cassock, as cold as a mountain snow lotus, her face is neither happy nor sad, her hair is blue-gray, and the color of her eyebrows is three points lighter than ordinary people, like a person dipped in ice and snow, and her voice is also cold:
"Where is Yu Yi?"
"Yu Yi, she will arrive later." Qu Hang smiled, "I asked Xi Rong to pick her up, so as not to be hurt by the cold wind, it would not be beautiful."
Chu Feng nodded: "Sect Master Qu has a heart."
After saying that, she didn't say a word to Qu Hang anymore, and went straight to the table, with her eyes closed and a string of blue-gray Buddha beads in her hands.
Standing in the banquet, Qu Hang glanced at the unremarkable string of Buddha beads in her hand with trepidation. He quickly turned his eyes away and looked in the direction of Daiyuan Peak. It was reasonable to say that his daughter and Yu Yi should have arrived.
As soon as Qu Hang thought of this, he saw Qu Xirong, Hang Yun and Yu Jian coming, but Yu Yi, who ordered them to pick them up, disappeared.
Qu Hang's eyes were fixed, and the words of the elders of the Cang Lei Sect were stagnant.
Qu Xirong's face was filled with a bit of surprise and confusion, but she said calmly:
"Sect Master, Junior Sister is not at Daiyuan Peak, and I don't know where to go."
"How could this be?" Qu Hang answered immediately, and continued, "Quickly order disciple Xun Xun, Wan Mo was naughty and got trapped in which formation."
The Buddha beads in Chu Feng's hands stopped.
"Sect Master Qu."
Qu Hang wasn't sure either, but the sect had to use a jade token to get in and out, and Yu Yi was still in Lingyun Sect.
He immediately said this to Chu Feng and the other guests, but he was thinking in his heart, if Yu Yi really broke into a dangerous place because of playfulness, and said that he had to do it himself—
At this moment, an extremely unfamiliar powerful breath came from the sky.
This breath is soft in nature, but when it is released, it is merciless, and even wrapped with cold and cold killing intent, like a heavy spring mountain pressing down on its head, it also spreads wildly with an intangible chilling feeling.
High-ranking has always suppressed the low-ranking. Qu Xirong and Hang Yunhe are clearly Nascent Souls, but at this time the other party has not yet revealed his true body, which makes their hearts suffocated and their meridians are stagnant.
What shocked everyone even more was that a soft and beautiful voice came from the sky, like Lin Lin's spring rain, lingering and pouring down:
"Lao everyone, wait."
—When did a high-level female cultivator appear in the world of comprehension!