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Ji Qingning tugged at Zhuang Qiu's sleeve and pointed to the side.

Zhuang Qiu opened his eyes and looked aside as Ji Qingning said.

"Master Uncle? Holy Son? Why are you together?"

Qinghong was wearing a gold-patterned shirt with a white background, and the white sweater around his waist, and the saint son next to him was also wearing a white shirt. Standing together, if they didn't mention their age, they looked like a pair of seductive golden boy and jade girl.

Qinghong turned his head, looked Zhuang Qiu up and down, and then looked at Qinghong in front of Zhuang Qiu.

She immediately smiled and said: "It seems that you have someone to accompany you, it's not bad, it's not a silly unrequited love after all."

Zhuang Qiu patted his head in embarrassment when Qinghong mentioned it by name.

"We're going to Chengtianmen to watch the lanterns, will you go too?"

"Okay."

Zhuang Qiu pushed the wheelchair, squeezed into the crowd, and walked side by side with Qinghong.

Zhuang Qiu sent a voice transmission to Qinghong: Uncle, do you really plan to eat tender grass for old cows?

Qinghong: How is it possible, no matter how hungry and thirsty I am, I can't make a move on a kid who hasn't even grown his hair yet.

Zhuang Qiu: Anyway, the head of the Huajian faction is not easy to mess with. If something really happened, we must hide it immediately. Let's find a solution together.

Qinghong: That old thief's cultivation level is not much different from my own. He doesn't dare to say anything because he has an artifact.

Zhuang Qiu: You really reported your plan to rob someone!

Qinghong: No, no, I'm not interested in children.

Just as the sound was being transmitted, a windmill played by a child suddenly appeared in the hand of the Holy Son next to him. The wind blew and the windmill made a rattling noise, and he asked, "Do you want it?"

Qinghong nodded three times in one second: "Yes!"

The Son said again: "Just now I saw a person selling scriptures on the side of the road, do you want it?"

"Also too!"

Zhuang Qiu rubbed his forehead and looked at it, wondering who was more like a child.

So the four of them came to this small stall. Zhuang Qiu looked at the pure and noble Saint Son, who was so pure and noble that no one dared touch him, squatting beside the stall, picked up a copy of "Bed Shore **" and flipped through a few pages, his eyes widened. It's about to fall out.

The Holy Son didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and even read a few pages and handed it to Qinghong, asking, "Do you want this book?"

"want."

The Son continued to read other books.

Zhuang Qiu stared at the book for so long that the Son had been looking for it. He felt that his eyes were going to be sore, but the Son had no intention of restraining himself at all, and even wanted to empty out other people's bookstalls.

"A total of 230 four spirit stones."

Shengzi readily took out the spirit stone, put all the books into the storage ring, and handed the ring to Qinghong.

Zhuang Qiu's eyes are extremely greedy.

He had already spent [-]% of his spiritual stones to buy swords and God-devouring beads before, and now he only has a little spiritual stones left to prevent what happens later.

So he didn't dare to spend recklessly, let alone use Lingshi to buy scripts like Shengzi.

"Master, I really envy you for having a friend like Shengzi. I'm so shy now that I dare not buy anything." Zhuang Qiu smiled emotionally at Shengzi.

"Brother Zhuang, is there anything you want to buy?"

"I don't have anything I want to buy, I just envy my uncle."

Qinghong rolled his eyes, and said to Zhuang Qiu via voice transmission: What are you pretending to be here with me?

Zhuang Qiu replied: I also want Shengzi to buy it for me.

Qinghong: You don't have a man yourself, let your man buy it for you?

Zhuang Qiu said again: "Qing Ning is also from a mortal background, where a family of cultivation like Shengzi is really rich.

Qinghong: Wealth has nothing to do with you, if you act like me again, I will let Bai Lian strangle you.

Zhuang Qiu: Oh, uncle, why can't you pity me.

Shengzi glanced at Qinghong, then at Zhuang Qiu, he always felt that there was some strange aura between these two people.

Ji Qingning looked at the book in Qinghong's hand without saying a word, he always felt that these things seemed familiar.

He has seen it in the spirit lock bag and in the white mist illusion.

Neither are great memories.

Shengzi said: "Brother Zhuang, is there anything you want to buy? If it is not very expensive, I have some spare spirit stones."

Zhuang Qiu smiled sincerely: "The Holy Son is worthy of being the successor of the cultivation family, and I can't wait for him to spend so much money."

Qinghong lazily said: "Isn't the monthly salary of the Qingyuan Mountains not enough for you to spend? To spend the spirit stones of other sects, you are not afraid that Xiao Yi will say that you are ashamed."

"Uncle, I didn't spend it first, and you haven't married yet, why did you turn your elbow out?"

"Uncle Master has no preference, but he can't understand some people reaching out to beg for things."

Zhuang Qiu said innocently: "I didn't ask for anything, I just said something casually, isn't that okay? It's Master Uncle, isn't the ring on his hand hot?"

Qinghong rolled his eyes and said: "You have aunt's backing, you will be so courageous now."

Zhuang Qiu showed off: "I just have someone backing me up. I'm not going to be more courageous now. Why don't I wait until I get back to the Qingyuan Mountains and continue to lie down and be small?"

Zhuang Qiu and Qinghong started arguing after a while, and Ji Qingning was taken aback.

He thought to himself, it turned out that Zhuang Qiu was like this after he got acquainted with people, and when he talked, people wanted to beat him up.

Uncle Qinghong and Zhuang Qiu are so familiar, and their relationship is so good.

In addition, Shengzi who was standing aside suddenly interrupted.

His voice was clear and firm: "I voluntarily."

Zhuang Qiu looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm also very happy to buy things for Elder Qinghong. Brother Zhuang, stop mocking the elder. The junior just wants to show filial piety. If you violate the admonition of the Taixuan Sword Sect, please forgive me."

Zhuang Qiu was speechless.

How could this child be cheated by the uncle and happily count the money for the uncle.

Are you so stupid already?

Or is it that he has been staying in the Huajian faction and has never been out of the sect. He is so simple and easy to deceive, and he was easily deceived by the uncle.

But since Shengzi said so, Zhuang Qiu naturally found a step to come down, otherwise, when Uncle Hui really beat him up, Auntie would have no time to save him.

Elder Qinghong was stunned when he heard Shengzi say that he was voluntary, and turned his head to look at him with a complicated expression.

Maybe it's because I still have a little conscience after living for hundreds of years, so I'm embarrassed to lie to the younger generation.

In any case, she turned around and turned a mocking face at Zhuang Qiu and said, "Ziqiu, it's not that my uncle is talking about you. If you have time, you should practice more exercises. Don't always think about being jealous of others."

Zhuang Qiu: ...

"Thank you uncle for teaching, Zhuang Qiu will remember."

The lights were brightly lit along the way, and the night was illuminated by all kinds of lights like daytime. The silver brilliance sprinkled on the ground, covering the street with a layer of silver gauze.

Then, Zhuang Qiu met an acquaintance again.

"Master? Lu Xuan?" Zhuang Qiu couldn't help shouting as he looked at the two who were setting off lanterns by the river.

Lu Xuan turned his head, took a closer look, and then let out a faint oh.

"You are here too." Lu Xuan said lazily.

He always looks like he can't raise his spirits, as lazy as the afternoon sun.

"Master is setting off lanterns?"

Shenyin was sitting by the water, her white shirt was dragging to the floor, her face was covered with icy silk, her red lips were thin, her jaw line was obvious and soft, her chin was extremely beautiful, from the side, it looked like a painting, a picture of a beautiful woman falling into the mundane world and putting on a lantern.

The master's own immortal energy made Zhuang Qiu feel in a trance that this lantern is some magic weapon.

Shenyin heard Zhuang Qiu's voice, he glanced at it with his spiritual sense, then turned his head, and said calmly: "It's Qinghong, Qingning and Ziqiu, are you going to watch the celestial maiden parade too?"

"That's right, I've seen the Tiannv Parade, and I was about to come here to set off lanterns, and I saw you unexpectedly." Fairy Qinghong said.

"I bought a few more, if you don't mind, let's put them together."

By the river, there are pens, ink and notes placed by lantern sellers. Put the notes into the lanterns, and the lanterns will follow the moat all the way downstream and finally flow into the sea.

Maybe God heard your pious prayer and will realize what you want.

For cultivators, this is actually an illusory statement. They all know that this lantern is just the most common paper paste. Even if a little bit of spiritual power is added, it will definitely overturn in the sea in the end, and maybe it won’t reach the sea. , turned over in the moat.

Therefore, the item of setting off lanterns is not very popular among monks. Naturally, there are few people who come to set off lanterns. Looking around, there are only a few of them.

Zhuang Qiu wrote a few words with a pen and stuffed them into the lantern.

He turned his head and accidentally saw Ji Qingning's words.

On that note, Ji Qingning wrote extremely briefly.

go, run.

This should be what he is most looking forward to in his heart. He wants to stand up, walk with two legs like others, and run with two legs like others.

This wish will definitely come true. It was written like this in the previous plot. When he accepts his curse and accepts his identity as a demon to practice demons, he will naturally be able to stand up.

Maybe there are other ways, Zhuang Qiu guessed, maybe there are living Buddhist practitioners who can also heal the curse on his leg.

The most vicious curse among the demons is not that the Dharma has reached the most proficient level, so there is no way to solve it.

But Zhuang Qiu is just a small character, how can he find the integration period to be proficient in Buddhism, it is very difficult for him to advance to become a god now,

Qinghong wrote very little, even less for the Holy Son. After finishing writing, he put it in a lantern, and everyone lit it together, and then put it in the moat.

The weak spiritual power made the flames seem to be erratic, and along the river, this expectation slowly went away.

Maybe one day in the future, it will really come true.

Qinghong suggested: "I heard that the hook bars here are also very good. They are not those of ordinary people, they are all monks."

"Isn't Goulan the place where male monks go?" Shenyin frowned and said.

"Shenyin, you are a little ignorant. Where the male monks go, why can't the female monks go? Besides, are men and women important to us?"

Although they practice against the sky and don't pay attention to ethics, they also need to follow the way of heaven after all, so most people still choose heterosexual partners.

But same-sex couples are not uncommon.