"You! Who are you!"
Although Wei Zhong still looks calm, Qing Huan can see that he feels guilty at the moment. Although the people around him are not as good as him, they are all first-class masters. Now Qing Huan swung him away , You can imagine how terrified Wei Zhong felt in his heart.
Qing Huan didn't answer him, but approached him step by step, stopped a few meters away from Wei Zhong, and asked politely: "I have a little pet named Ji Guang, I heard it's with you, Can you give it back to me?"
Although it was a question, there was basically no room for Wei Zhong to refuse.
Thinking of that mysterious spirit beast whose origin he could not find out at all, and thinking of the great help he had received from that spirit beast over the past four hundred years, only a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, he would never give Jiguang back! "I don't know what the 'Jiguang' the girl is talking about. The girl wants to find her own pet, why did she come to our school?"
"Wei Zhong, what are you pretending to do in front of me?" Qing Huan laughed at Wei Zhong's pretending. "Could it be that you want me to call you 'Nine Baby'?"
Hearing this, Wei Zhong's expression changed drastically: "I don't know what you're talking about, if you keep talking nonsense here, don't blame me for throwing you out!"
"You have this ability, just use it." Qing laughed happily. "I'm not going to talk nonsense with you, just return Jiguang."
"I said, I don't know what 'Jiguang' is!" Wei Zhong growled lowly.
His repeated denials finally made Qing Huan feel impatient. "Yes, that's good. You know, you have to give it back to me, and if you don't know, you have to give it back to me."
"Young lady is too deceitful!" Wei Zhong waved his sleeves, and hundreds of disciples of Wan Jianzong immediately poured into the hall and surrounded Qing Huan, with the intention of preventing her from getting out of Wan Jianzong today. "My Wanjianzong is the righteous way of cultivating immortals. Is it a place where people like you come and go at will! Please leave quickly!"
At this moment, a soft voice came over: "Brother Zhong."
"Rong'er." Wei Zhong turned around and saw that it was Mei Ao Rong, his eyes softened immediately, and seeing her anxious expression again, he asked in a low voice: "But something happened?"
Mei Aorong was burning with anxiety: "Brother Zhong, Tong'er hasn't returned since he went out early in the morning, I'm so worried about him! This child is always sensible, and he never doesn't come back so late!"
Not seen for four hundred years, Mei Aorong is still beautiful, but she has changed from a charming female cultivator to a more charming, mature and charming young woman. Her long black hair was tied into a bun, and she stood beside Wei Zhong in a purple skirt.
Wei Zhong was about to comfort Mei Ao Rong a few more words, but Qing Huan smiled: "Are you talking about him?"
On her snow-white and tender palm, a child full of venomous expressions was trapped in a transparent ball of light, seeing Wei Zhong and Mei Aorong at this moment, the child suddenly became excited and kept beating the ball of light, wanting to get out.
Wei Zhong's expression turned cold: "If the girl has any enmity with this subordinate, she can directly come to challenge her. Why take a child to vent her anger! If it spreads, I'm not afraid to make the monks all over the world laugh at me!"
Qing Huan shrugged indifferently: "If you give me back Jiguang, I will give back your child." Anyway, he is not a good child, compared to that doll named A Yuan, this Mei Feitong is simply a beast. Relying on the appearance of a child, I don't know how many people's lives have been ruined in my hands. It's better for this family to die earlier.
Although Mei Feitong is in his sixties and mature in mind, he is very dependent on his parents, so he started to cry immediately, and Mei Aorong's heart was about to be broken by his crying. She looked at Wei Zhong pitifully, and pleaded with her eyes. He returned Jiguang to Qinghuan. Although the spirit beast is good, it is not worth the importance of the son! Besides, if they lost one spirit beast, they could hunt another one, but without Tong'er, where would they go to find another one
Although Wei Zhong was cruel and ruthless to others, he treated his wife and son with deep affection, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you." After saying that, he flicked his robe sleeves, and a white mass smashed straight at Qing Huan come over. Qing Huan quickly caught it, and the little life within his reach was skinny, and the snow-white fur was stained with dust, and even a few bones were clearly visible when he touched it. She was annoyed, and the red mark between her eyebrows was faintly visible, "It's a lifeless thing."
Just when she was about to start a killing spree, Ji Guang suddenly meowed in his hand, raised his head, his big blue eyes gleamed red, and obviously recognized her.
Seeing Ji Guang licking and rubbing against Qing Huan's hand, Wei Zhong felt very upset. He has raised this beast for hundreds of years, but he has never kissed him like this, but he always treats him as an enemy! Otherwise, if he got the mysterious spirit beast, how could he be willing to absorb it to cultivate? It's not because the little beast is not familiar with it! Could it be that... this woman is really the master of the little beast
"Okay, don't act like a baby, I told you to stay with him by his side, but I didn't tell you to make yourself look like this." Qing Huan sighed, and lightly tapped the blood-red lightning bolt between Ji Guang's eyebrows with his index finger shape imprint. Immediately, the white light shone brightly, and in the blink of an eye, the haggard little white cat disappeared, replaced by a winged, snow-white mythical beast with a fiery red mane. Its eyes are blue, with occasional flashes of red, its momentum is like electricity, its gallop is like thunder, its holiness is like snow, it is unattainable and daunting. But at the same time it is so beautiful that one can't help but be amazed.
However, such an admirable beast fell down in front of Qing Huan. Taking advantage of the situation, Qing Huan sat on Ji Guang's back, gently combed the warm fur with her slender fingers, and sighed softly: "The original shape is so beautiful."
Jiguang let out a proud cry, it was obvious that he was also very satisfied with his perfect and divine appearance.
Wei Zhong regrets it! If he had known that the kitten named Ji Guang would have such a form, he would never have returned it anyway! At the moment, the only way is to get Tong'er back first, and then think of a solution for Ji Guang's affairs! So he clasped his fists and said, "Girl, now that I have returned Jiguang, can you let the dog go?"
"Before, didn't you say that you didn't know what Ji Guang was or where Ji Guang was?" Qing Huan asked.
All the disciples in the hall also felt strange, and turned to look at Wei Zhong, waiting for him to give an answer. Wei Zhong's heart twitched, he was used to being superior now, and he even forgot... Most of the disciples of Wan Jianzong didn't know his true face at all! But how would he explain it? Just as his brain was spinning rapidly, Mei Aorong moved lightly with lotus steps, stepped forward and bowed slightly to Qing Huan: "Girl, the kitten was picked up by Gouzi accidentally while playing in the mountains. He loves it very much, and insists on us husband and wife to take care of him. I never thought that this is the girl's spirit beast, and if I offend it, please ask the girl Haihan." He said, and bowed deeply again.
If it was someone else, it would definitely be fine. But Qing Huan was not someone else. She ignored the loopholes in Mei Aorong's words, stroked Ji Guang's fiery red mane, and said, "Spirit beast? My Ji Guang is not a spirit beast, it is a divine beast."
Divine beast? ! Legends... exist only, no one has seen it, and the world basically believes that it does not exist... divine beasts? !
If it was said that Wei Zhong's regret was only 80% before, then now, it has already exploded. He stared at Jiguang greedily, considering how much benefit he could get from it. No wonder... No wonder! No wonder this little bastard has been absorbed by him, yet he has lived for four hundred years without dying! Other spirit beasts, even high-level eighth-level spirit beasts, can last for a few months at most, but this little beast, otherwise he wouldn't have kept it for so long!
So as the master of the beast, how powerful is this woman? Wei Zhong doesn't know. He couldn't feel Qing Huan's level, she walked lightly and silently, and seemed to have no cultivation, but judging from her performance, she was by no means simple! It is said that those who have really gained the Dao can control the coercion as they please, and others can't see it at all. Could it be that... Wei Zhong frowned, and for the first time no doubt about Qing Huan's identity as "Master Uncle": "Dare to ask how old the girl is?" ?”
geometry? Qing Huan said with a smile: "I am very old, very very old."
Wei Zhong rolled his eyes and took the lead and knelt down: "Disciple pays homage to Master Uncle!"
Mei Aorong is worthy of being his thoughtful wife, and immediately knelt down. There was a husband and wife who was the head teacher and took the lead, and the other disciples naturally put away their swords and bowed down one after another: "Disciple waits to meet Master Uncle!"
It's true that those who know the current affairs are heroes. If Wei Zhong didn't deviate from the right way, with his character, Qing Huan would indeed be willing to help him, but it's a pity. Sitting on Ji Guang's back, she threw the ball of light in her hand towards Wei Zhong: "Return your son."
But when Zhong took it, Mei Feitong was already crying tears and snot, his heart-piercing appearance made Mei Aorong's heart feel like a knife. Women are born with maternal love, and now that she is no longer the waste of the five spirit roots back then, but a powerful monk who is about to enter the stage of becoming a god, and her son has returned to her side safely, Mei Aorong can't help it. Going to seek justice with Qing Huan: "Uncle Master, our Wan Jianzong always pays attention to etiquette and law. Although my son has a stubborn personality, he has no bad intentions. Why did Uncle Master treat him like this? He is just a child!" After speaking, holding Mei Feitong in his arms, tears fell down. "My poor boy!"
The disciples in the hall saw her crying like pear blossoms and rain, and Mei Aorong's image among the disciples was very upright, immediately aroused the sympathy of many people. This is her usual method, and she has never failed for hundreds of years. I don’t know how many teachers and sisters who wanted to compete with her, or who admired Weizhong lost to her method, so she used it without thinking. .
But it's too strong, and it's impossible to look down on such a weak clown. Qing Huan just glanced at her, and Mei Aorong felt an indescribable coercion, which made her breathless.