What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

After hearing his words, Yu Hong seemed to be stunned, and there was no movement for a long time.Qinan half-closed his eyes and licked his lower lip, then called again: "Yu Hong?"

Yi Hong's eyelashes trembled, and he said slowly: "But just now that person said that spiritual power cannot be used here."

Qinan raised his eyebrows, and asked doubtfully, "It sounds like you have already prepared the spiritual source contract?"

Yu Hong let out a muffled hum.

The spiritual source contract is the highest level of contract and guarantee in the cultivation world. It is guaranteed by the most original law of heaven and earth. Once signed, it will be branded on the monk's soul and become a part of them, which will never be erased.

If you violate this contract, you will be rejected by the law and spiritual power, and it will be difficult to make any progress in this life.

It is extremely difficult to make a contract of this level, and the price of the top-level one is even so expensive that it can make an ordinary origin monk go bankrupt ten times.Ordinary monks can't afford the price of top-level spiritual source contracts, so they usually use inferior spiritual source contracts or other contracts instead.

——It’s just that as long as the cultivation level is high enough, that kind of contract can be unilaterally canceled. Therefore, in the eyes of many high-status monks, it is not really a real contract, and the guarantee is not too strong.

Of course, with Yu Hong's status, the top-level spiritual source contract will definitely be used when forming the contract.

Qinan touched his cheek with a smile, and said, "Then we'll get married after we go out, huh?"

The corners of Yu Hong's eyes and brows were finally stained with a bit of soft color: "Okay."

Qinan said: "The Grand Ceremony may not be held until everything is settled and settled down."

Yi Hong seemed to follow his words and thought of the scenes that would appear during the Daoist Companion Ceremony, a slight smile appeared in his light gray eyes.

Qinan clicked his tongue: "I just don't know if you will be criticizing jade slips at that time."

The smile in Yu Hong's eyes faded, and after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "I have resigned from the position of deputy sect master, and I will just be an idle elder from now on."

Qinan was stunned, a little surprised.

The deputy sect master of Huangtian Sword Sect is actually the successor of the next Emperor Tian Jianjun, equivalent to the crown prince of a mortal dynasty. If the current Emperor Tian Jianjun has an accident, the deputy sect master will immediately take over and stabilize the chaotic situation .

The previous six Emperor Tianjian Lords were all like this.

Qinan thought for a while and asked, "Then Emperor Tianjian has no heir?"

"The name of Emperor Heaven does not rely on bloodline inheritance." Yu Hong said slowly, "I was the former deputy sect master, just because I was suitable."

Yuhong is the only son of this generation of Emperor Tianjian. However, even now, when people mention him, they no longer call him "the son of Sword Emperor Huangtian", but directly call him by his dao name.His strength and savvy have already been recognized by all the monks in the cultivation world, and all of this has been accumulated little by little by himself.

In the early years before he became the deputy head of the sect, Yu Hong often went out with his fellow sect masters to suppress riots; and after becoming the deputy head of the sect, he always represented Emperor Tian Jianjun to negotiate with various forces.

Qinan knew about these past events of Yu Hong, but he didn't know very clearly.

After all, he used to be just a casual cultivator in Nantian Continent, and he could not reveal his identity by keeping his anonymity, and he never thought that he would have such a deep connection with Sword Lord Yuhong in this life.

Qinan raised his eyebrows and asked him: "Then you don't want to protect the peace of the source world?"

Yi Hong's gray eyes stared quietly into his eyes: "There are other monks in the source world, but you only have me."

Hearing these words, Qinan's heart seemed to be hit lightly by something, making it beat a little faster.He subconsciously touched the cloth strip tied around his neck, and immediately laughed.

Yes.

There is only Yihong left.

There was only one person who was so kind to him, but that person left early when he was ten years old, leaving only a "longevity lock"; Hong this one, and they will also walk through the long time after that.

He can have friends, such as Yan Nange, but the most important person in Yan Nange's heart will always be the light-chasing sword Jun Weiqing; he can accept apprentices, but it is like a master he has never met, What the disciples passed on was nothing more than his way, and it couldn't be said that they were so intimate.

Qinan took Yuhong by the hand and led him to his residence these days, and said with a smile: "Idle elders are fine too. We can go around the source world and suppress those thugs who disturb the order - this is also the way to protect the source world." Peace. And before we agreed to go to Ten Thousand Realms to see the stars, this is great, you don’t have to rush back to the sect to deal with sect affairs.”

"Ah."

"By the way, what's the outside situation? Did any accident happen?"

"No."

"Then let me tell you what I learned in Yecheng..."

They talked all the way, and when they got to the room, they almost finished talking.Qinan suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, are my things with you?"

Yu Hong paused for a moment, and poured out a piece of amber that was as tall as a person from the storage bag.

Seeing the translucent self inside Amber, Qinan was in a delicate mood, looked up and down for a moment, walked over and put his arm on Amber, touched his chin and said meaningfully: "Oh, two bodies."

Yihong: "..."

Qinan pondered: "It just so happens that Lord Jianhong also has two."

The tips of Yi Hong's ears turned red.

Qinan intentionally glanced at the position a few inches below his belt with malicious intentions: "Well - don't you think it's a coincidence, Master Jianjun?"

Yu Hong's face was blushing now: "You..."

Qinan looked confused: "Me?"

Yu Hong refused to speak, and closed his mouth tightly again.

Finally, Qinan couldn't hold back his laughter, and began to pry open the amber while laughing.At this moment, his new body has been reshaped, and its strength is much higher than before, and he does not intend to keep his original body anymore.Anyway, after entering the Source Realm, he has been able to draw more suitable inscription tattoos for himself. Originally, the focus of these inscriptions was to conceal his identity, but for him now, it is a bit off.

He took off the clothes and storage bags from the original body, and at the same time controlled the spiritual power to be absorbed into the body so as not to disperse into Qingshan City.

After doing all this, he stared at the exquisite white robe of Huangtian Jianmen in his hand, then at the ugly robe he was wearing now that was condensed with spiritual power, and finally tilted his head to look at Yu Hongjian thoughtfully. You also don't have neat clothes.

Qinan slowly took out a rectangular box from one of the storage bags, and winked at Yuhong.

Yi Hong understood the hint in his eyes, and his breathing suddenly became a little short.

Qinan hung his clothes in his arms, and walked towards him slowly: "Speaking of which, Huangtian Sword Gate is good, but it's a pity that there are no beds on Fukong Mountain. No wonder, after all, high-ranking monks don't need to sleep."

His footsteps stopped less than an inch away from Yu Hong, and he stretched out his hand to gently push Yu Hong's shoulder, pushing him down on the bed covered with soft quilts, and then he raised his legs and knelt on it.

Qinan pointed his index finger at the upper edge of Yu Hong's dark belt, and then traced along the gap of the skirt, and finally stopped on his Adam's apple hidden in the conservative collar.He rubbed his fingers lightly, half-closed his eyes half-closed his eyes, and said with a half-smile: "Master Jianjun, all pills have an expiry date, so don't let my ointment expire."