Uncle is Up

"Senior brother, senior brother, what kind of treasure is this? It's so powerful!" Xia Kongqing stared at the sapphire pen with his eyes shining.

Xu Mingyu turned the sapphire pen with some pride: "This is a Yang pen. Whether it's people or objects, as long as you have enough cultivation, you can draw anything."

"But there is a time limit." Xu Mingyu glanced at Chu Lingsheng: "My cultivation level is still low, and the things I draw can only last for seven days. Once the seven days are up, they will automatically dissipate. You should hold on to the time and don't expose the secret."

Chu Lingsheng raised his lips and nodded unhappily. At present, this was the only way to hide it from his master.

Bei Yinuan comforted Chu Lingsheng not to think too much and leave everything to her. Then he felt relieved and began to quarrel with Xia Kongqing and Yun Bufan.

After the three careless fools ran away, Bei Yinuan glanced at Xu Mingyu and said, "You got into trouble again, and you want me to clean up the aftermath for you."

"Ha!" Xu Mingyu was dissatisfied: "I didn't ask you to mind your own business. If you don't help, I can help him get the blessing of the divine stone again."

"Just you?" Bei Yinuan glanced at him: "Are you going to run back and tell your father to help?"

This sentence touched Xu Mingyu's pain point, and his face turned gloomy immediately.

His entry point is to prove to everyone that he can make a career on his own and does not need to rely on his family. However, when everyone thinks of him, they will always associate it with the background behind him.

It's not that he doesn't deny his family's help, but he just wants everyone to think of him first, not as the Crown Prince of Long Su Emperor.

"Why, couldn't I tell the truth?" A faint smile escaped from Bei Yinuan's mouth.

Bei Yinuan is the only one who doesn't care about Xu Mingyu's face and feelings. He doesn't like to hear this. She insists on saying that since she has received help from her family, she must admit it and there is nothing she can't say.

Bei Yinuan's smile deeply stimulated Xu Mingyu. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and finally raised his sleeves and left.

Bei Yinuan stood there for a while, and she didn't come back to her senses until someone hugged her calf.

"True Lord!"

Xiaomao and Little Fox appeared out of nowhere, and each of the two little guys hugged one of Bei Yinuan's legs.

"What's up?"

Bei Yinuan smiled and pulled the two little guys down.

"I want Tianquan water, okay~"

Wheat Yad looked at Bei Yinuan softly and coquettishly with her round green eyes, and rubbed her fat face hard against Bei Yinuan's calf.

Bei Yinuan's smile changed, thinking that this day has finally come.

"Wheat Malt" Bei Yinuan squatted down and looked at it levelly: "Have you considered changing your contractor?"

Hearing this, Wheat Yad was shocked: "Zhenjun, Wheat Yad has never thought about changing his master. Wheat Yad thinks Zhenjun is very good, very good. Wheat Yad will never betray his master!"

Bei Yinuan lowered his head tiredly, then took out a small bottle and gave it to it.

She shouted in her heart, in fact, it doesn't matter if you rebel against the Lord, it really doesn't matter!

Tianquan water is very precious, and only rich people like alchemists can squander it on a spirit.

Xiaomao took Tianquan water and asked for a temporary contract with Bei Yinuan, then ran away with the little fox in his arms.

Ever since Xia Kongqing introduced Xiaomao to everyone as Bei Yinuan's contract spirit, Xiaomao could be said to have gone sideways in the Longyuan Sect, and no disciple dared to pay attention to it.

The Danxiang Peak disciples who were eyeing the wheat sprouts also stopped trying to catch it.

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The Poseidon Festival is full of dangers, and the venerable ones who have disciples who have not yet formed the elixir will not let their disciples go to participate. At most, they will be taken to watch the fun.

Yun Bufan, Xia Kongqing and Chu Lingsheng were not able to participate originally, but one of them was the young master of Fuxing Island; one was attended by Senior Brother Jindan and Senior Uncle and was protected; the other was a disciple of Tianqiong Palace and could occupy If you can count, you can figure out where the danger is and avoid it.

When the disciples of Tianqiong Palace want to participate in any competition or go for training, they will do a fortune-telling for themselves. If the fortune is good, it will go out, and if it is less than good, it will be nothing.

Although Chu Lingsheng lost his blessing, he still dared to calculate the usual bad luck, so he went too, but he did not dare to follow his sect for fear of revealing his secret.

They had to go to Fuxing Island half a month in advance. Bei Yinuan went to Du Heng's hall to listen to his explanation, and then set off with four people from the sect, Xu Mingyu.

On Poseidon Day, Fuxing Island will send leading disciples to guide the major sects. Because of Yun Bufan, there will be no Fuxing Island disciples from the Longyuan Sect.

The disciples who went to participate in the Poseidon Festival were all Jindan monks. There was only one Nascent Soul monk, and each group was limited to twenty people.

The Poseidon Festival coincided with the day to strengthen the Long Yuan Sect's forbidden area, so only one or two Nascent Souls from the six major sects were left to participate in the Poseidon Festival.

On the Longyuan Sect flying boat, Xu Mingyu was surrounded by several Jindan disciples.

"Mingyu, that's good. You're lucky to have caught up with the Poseidon Festival."

"No, if you are a few days late in forming the elixir, Mingyu, you will be upset for a few days."

"Mingyu, it's your first time to attend the Poseidon Festival. You need to follow us closely. You can't be careless in the Poseidon Palace."

Xu Mingyu nodded at everyone's instructions. He would never refuse a good offer.

In a corner, Bei Yinuan was playing chess with a woman with simple hair accessories.

Bei Yinuan dropped a white piece and instantly changed the situation of being surrounded. The woman opposite frowned, and the black piece in her hand wavered unsteadily.

After half the stick of incense passed, Gong Yan finally sighed: "I lost."

Bei Yinuan smiled lightly and cupped his hands: "I accept it."

Gong Yan is the only Nascent Soul monk in the Longyuan Sect who participates in the Poseidon Festival.

Gong Yan smiled gently: "Yinuan, your chess skills have improved a lot."

"If I don't make progress, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed of Sister Yan's constant teachings."

Gong Yan loves to play chess, and she would play a game of chess with someone before talking about things.

The surrounding scenery receded rapidly, their clothes and hair remained motionless, and the noisy sound behind them seemed to have nothing to do with them.

"Why don't Yuesha come?" Gong Yan took a sip of hot tea, her voice was light, and she had a peaceful attitude of being in the secular world and in a paradise. Her peaceful and indifferent temperament could easily infect the people around her, and Bei Yi Nuandu would often be brought into a state of tranquility and desirelessness by her.

"Senior sister, she doesn't like this kind of lively place." Bei Yinuan picked out the black and white chess pieces one by one and took them back.

Gong Yan smiled slightly and stared at the scenery outside.

Mochizukisha has never liked to participate in various festivals or activities among sects. She only likes to wander around, and she is quite unrestrained and loves freedom.

No one would bother Bei Yinuan and Gong Yan, and no one else could get in on the quiet atmosphere between the two.

Xu Mingyu glanced at the two of them secretly, but the two of them were like old monks in trance. Except for the occasional sentence or two, there were no unnecessary actions or things.

Chu Lingsheng sat on the head of the flying boat, his feet dangling outside, holding his chin with one hand and sighing repeatedly.

"Why are you panicking?" Yun Bufan came over and sat down, dangling his feet like him: "Zhenjun Beihan said he would help you, why don't you trust Zhenjun Beihan?"

Chu Lingsheng sighed: "That's not true. I was just wondering if the mask on my face would be seen through by my fellow senior brothers and sisters."