Dressed as Jackie Chan Aotian, countless big guys are vying to be my dog ​​licker

"Thank you?" Zhou Qing's voice was very pleasant. The moment Xie Yanyan heard it, he was stunned for a few seconds.

Then he looked up at each other.

I saw Zhou Qing walking towards me slowly, "I am Zhou Qing, from the Fuyun Realm."

Generally speaking, only the small world is called a certain realm, while the big world is a certain realm - for example, Xie Huanyan comes from a place called Shanyu Realm, which belongs to the Yuqing Realm, and small people like him There is much more to the world.

There are so many small worlds, and they are basically all mortals.

Some of these small worlds have entered the Age of Ending Dharma, and they will not know the possibility of cultivating immortals until they die. Although there are occasionally some monks in these small worlds in the Age of Ending Dharma, they can only practice Qi at most and cannot be touched until death. The true avenue.

Xie Wangyan has never heard of Fuyun Realm, which is not surprising.

There are tens of millions of small worlds in Yuqing Realm alone, and most people cannot remember the names of these small worlds clearly.

Perhaps because he knew that Xie Wayan also came from a small world, the Zhou Qing in front of him spoke with more intimacy, and Xie Wayan felt relieved in his heart when he saw that the other party was not the kind of monk who would be a harsh follower.

After the two exchanged casual greetings for a few words.

Xie Wangyan came to the yard with Zhou Qing.

Their courtyard is relatively remote even in the North courtyard - perhaps because Zhou Qing comes from the small world. Even if his cultivation level is sufficient, the monks from the big world still feel that the other party is incompatible with him from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking of this, when Xie Wangyan looked at the other party, he felt more sympathy in his heart.

In addition to the place where Zhou Qing slept, there was also a wing in the courtyard prepared for their attendants.

All the facilities at the lower peak are simple. Xie Wayan sat on the stone bench with his head propped up, looking up at the blooming peach blossoms above his head. In front of him, Zhou Qing was making tea. In fact, this was what Xie Wayan should do, but Zhou Qing Qing said that he liked the tea ceremony and poured tea for Xie Wangyan.

"This is the tea I brought from my hometown." Zhou Qing pushed the tea cup to the other party, "Try it?"

Xie Yanyan looked down and found that the tea was slightly green and smelled strange... He smelled it for a few times like a small animal, then looked up at Zhou Qing opposite, "What kind of tea is this? I haven't seen it yet." Saw it."

"A kind of tea that is abundant in my hometown."

Zhou Qing's movements were very slow, with a sense of unhurriedness.

"It is said that drinking it can refresh your mind and improve your eyesight. It is a kind of tea that mortals like."

"There is no aura." Zhou Qing drank the tea in front of Xie Yanyan, "It can only be used as a fun gadget."

Seeing that the other person was drinking so happily, Xie Wangyan thought for a few seconds, then carefully picked it up and took a sip - he didn't dare to drink too much, so he just stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it a little.

He thought he was so fast that the other party would never notice.

But she found that Zhou Qing's eyes had been fixed on his movements. He saw Xie Yanyan licking a sip of tea, his eyes lingering on the tip of his red tongue for a moment, and then he turned away and just looked at the peach blossoms falling around him.

"The competition will start in January."

He stretched out his hand to catch a falling petal, "If I fail to enter the later competition, I'm afraid you will have to go back too."

The competition lasted until one month before Yan Qingzhou's official engagement.

The final winner will go back to Zhanlongyuan with the disciples of those aristocratic sects to observe the engagement ceremony of the Yan family and the Ye family under the witness of Heaven. At the same time, they can live in Zhanlongyuan for a year. It is indeed rare. Good thing.

And the fate of these attendants is of course closely related to the monks they serve.

If the serving monks are lucky and win the competition - then they and their attendants can also be taken to the Dragon-Zhanying Abyss.

Xie Wangyan held his head and looked at Zhou Qing in front of him.

He understood this clearly when he was on the boat——

The monks serving at the lower peak were all without family or surname, and each of them was responsible for a monk.

The disciples of each aristocratic family sect in the middle and upper peaks will need more monks.

For example, among the five major families in Shangfeng, each monk selects as many as 20 attendants. Because the Yan family has its own attendants, the young master of the Yan family, Yan Qingzhou, only selects two attendants.

The five major families in Shangfeng are certain to enter the Dragon-Zhanying Abyss.

Each monk in Zhanlongyuan can only carry one attendant.

Although the servants at the top have access to higher-level resources, the probability of being selected is low. They have a high probability of being selected, but the monks who follow them will most likely not be able to enter the Dragon-Zhanying Abyss... Unless they are lucky and happen to meet a genius who has not yet been born. .

Xie Wangyan bit the cup in his mouth and looked at Zhou Qing carefully.

In the original work, there is no Dabi, and of course there is no such person as Zhou Qing... In the original work, those who are responsible for part-time work only serve people from major sects and families, and there are no casual cultivators or unknown monks from the small world.

Xie Huanyan suddenly felt uneasy when he thought of this.

Wouldn't the butterfly wings also blow away his chance to meet his eldest wife...?

What can we do then!

In the original work, it was because he met Yan Qingzhou that he and Yan Qingzhou were accidentally involved in the illusion together.

But now Yan Qingzhou is at the top of the Penglai Mountain, and there are countless restrictions on him just wanting to go up - they, the servants at the lower peak, have no chance to go up, so how can he get in touch with his eldest wife.

He was frowning now.

His expression was not disguised at all.

Zhou Qing just looked at him.

He took another sip of the light cyan tea in the cup, and then asked, "Yan'er has such a sad face, but what is so annoying about him."

...Yan'er? ! ! !

Hearing this title, Xie Wuyan was a bolt from the blue.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something... but when he saw Zhou Qing's teasing smile, his face felt inexplicably hot.

He bit the cup in his mouth and said after a long while, "Can you change the name?" He and Zhou Qing began to bargain.

Zhou Qing sat on the stone bench.

The peach blossoms were still slowly falling all around, and a few petals fell off. The young man in front of him was half-lying on the edge of the table, looking at him.

The light amber eyes did not look directly at him, but occasionally turned to him, perhaps because the name was too unfamiliar to him. His earlobes were reddish, but because his skin color was too white, it looked too obvious.

Zhou Qing stroked the cup made of warm jade in his hand... If Xie Yanyan was a discerning person, he would certainly have discovered that the cup in front of him was made of a fifth-grade jade that is a specialty of Yuqing. This tea set alone is worth at least Thousands of spiritual crystals.

This is definitely not something that a small world monk can possess.

Zhou tapped the edge of the table a few times.

"Then what do you call me?" He smiled, "Don't you like it? Yan'er."