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Chapter 39 Hefeng Xianzun retreats
Qin Nuo felt dizzy, and Master would always drag her to drink during major festivals.

Sometimes it was due to the atmosphere, but Hefeng Xianzun was definitely the one who made the most noise.

Gradually, Qinnuo's most obvious improvement was her drinking capacity, from one glass to two bottles now.

"I feel so dizzy." Qinnuo muttered something before falling on the table.

This time Xiao Bai stood up and carried him back to the room.

Perhaps Qinnuo was familiar with Xiao Bai's back during the battle with the vine demon.

When she was drunk, if someone else carried her, she would still sniff around while drunk. If Xiao Bai hadn't carried her, she would have made a fuss about getting off.

The cool evening breeze blew on Qin Nuo's face, and she smelled the peach blossom fragrance on Xiao Bai's body.

"Immortal Venerable."

Xiao Bai called someone.

Then Qinnuo felt his center of gravity sliding down, and finally his face was pressed against a piece of cold marble.

The stinky Xiao Bai did things in a hurry and ended up finishing her work, but he actually put her on the marble halfway.

But her limbs were really weak and her brain was extremely dizzy. It felt like even raising her eyelids was a tiring task.

But with her eyes blurred, she saw the master with a white beard.

"I will be in retreat in a few days."

"So fast, it's obviously less than a month since the last retreat..."

"Ahem, cough... people are no longer useful as they get old. I don't know how long it will take this time. If the sect leader is still unable to come out... cough, cough, cough, you must keep an eye on Qinnuo and don't let her get into trouble."

Maybe it was because the wind was too strong at night, which made Hefeng Xianzun catch the cold. The master's cough was much more serious than during the day.

"Don't suppress him anymore. It's not good for your health. He will get better after the sect competition." Xiao Bai stepped forward to help the Immortal Lord.

Qinnuo's brain was running at a low speed.

Master wants to retreat again?

But his old man's skills have not improved...

suppress?Suppress what?
Before Qinnuo could think clearly, her brain shut down and stopped functioning.

When she woke up the next day, Qinnuo could not find her master anywhere.

"The Immortal is in seclusion." Xiao Bai took out the hot steamed buns.

If Qin Nuo's alcohol consumption has increased visibly in three years, then Xiao Bai's cooking skills have improved exponentially.

The opportunity is because Master has done too many retreats in the past three years, and the duration of retreats has become longer and longer. One-month retreat is the norm.

I can bear not seeing Master Qinnuo, but!

I really can’t bear not being able to eat delicious food!
So under Qin Nuo's many cries, Xiao Bai could only rush the duck to the shelves, put on an apron and start learning to cook.

"It's delicious!" Qinnuo took one big bun in one bite.

But the sound of Xiao Bai and his master talking last night suddenly appeared intermittently in his mind.

She frowned, she always felt that things were not simple...

"Master has taken so many pills, why is his cough still not good?" Qinnuo said to himself while eating.

Xiao Bai, who had just turned around to leave, paused for a moment.

"It'll be fine. Eat."

This sentence made Qin Nuo feel at ease inexplicably. It should be said that she believed every word Xiao Bai said.

He would never lie to her.

In spring, everything revives, and Qinnuo is finally able to leave Heyang Peak with Xiao Bai's permission.

She was like a bird released from a cage and flew freely into the sky.

"Qin Yuan! I came to see you...to play..."

Before seeing Qin Yuan, Elder Zhu Lie picked up the fly whisk and ejected her out the door.

Elder Zhu Lie: "The sect competition is about to begin. The disciples of Hefeng Xianzun come to see my disciples for what they want to do. Could it be that they want to steal the skills from their masters!"

In the sect competition, there are not only personal rankings, but also the rankings of each immortal elder.

"Elder, there is no need to do this, right?" Qinnuo was about to cry but had no tears.

"I would like to learn skills from my master, but I don't have that talent." Elder Zhu Lie blew his beard to show that he would not take the sympathy card.

"Go back and tell Old Man Hefeng that he didn't accept any disciples in the past and could barely escape the sect competition, but this time he has to keep his eyes open."

Qinnuo finally left without looking back.

He doesn’t even have the honorific title of Immortal Lord for Master, it’s so rude!

Soon Qinnuo's voice sounded again from another place.

"Xu Yan! I'm here..."

Before she finished speaking, Xu Xue took the lead and blocked the door.

Xu Xue: "What are you doing here?"

Qin Nuo probed her head: "Are you deaf? I'm looking for your brother."

Qin Yuan joined Elder Fang Zheng's sect the second year after giving up the inner sect selection.

Fangzheng came out with a stern face.

"He doesn't want to see you."

Qinnuo: "Why?"

"He must prepare wholeheartedly for the sect competition." Elder Fang Zheng said unceremoniously, "I specifically tell him not to get together with some unscrupulous people."

The fact that the Hefeng Immortal Master is in seclusion has not spread among the disciples of the sect, but the Immortal Master and the elders must know each other.

Without the support of Hefeng Immortal Lord on the spot, Elder Fangzheng was not polite when he spoke.

Bang.

The red door is locked tightly, showing no mercy.

Qin Nuo was just asking for trouble as she walked on the road, bulging with anger.

"A sect competition, what about it? Everyone seems to be going to war."

"Junior sister, long time no see."

A graceful and beautiful figure emerged from the forest.

"Senior Sister Zishan!" Qinnuo's eyes sparkled.

Sure enough, seeing the beauty, my mood went up several degrees unconsciously!
"Junior sister, I don't know. If the sect's competition only depends on the ranking, there is no need to fight to the death, but the No. 1 in the competition can get rewards."

Qinnuo: "What reward?"

Sure enough, the master didn't tell her...that's all, the old man didn't even remember the time of the competition.

Zhao Zishan: "I thought junior sister knew about it!"

"In this sect competition, if an individual can get the thousand-year water lily in first place, it will be of great benefit to the water spirit root cultivator."

Zhao Zishan gently reminded: "If junior sister wins the water lily, she can greatly improve her spiritual power!"

She secretly looked at Qinnuo, whom she hadn't seen for a whole winter. Apart from her skin becoming whiter, there was no change in her spiritual energy.

Qin Nuo yawned: "Thank you, Senior Sister, for reminding Senior Sister to work hard to get first place!"

It’s not that she’s not interested in water lilies, the problem is——

There is no way she can take first place!
Let those who have the strength fight!
Zhao Zishan was surprised: "Junior sister, don't you fight for it?"

"I won't stop dreaming, haha." When talking about cultivation, Qinnuo's anxiety reappeared.

She had to hurry up and go back to practice.

In fact, Master always praised her for her great progress, but she didn't feel it herself.

Only on days when there is heavy snowfall can Qinnuo strongly feel the existence of the spiritual power of the meridians.

The rest of the time, his spiritual power was so low that Qinnuo doubted his life.

Chi Zefeng, Zhao Zishan, who returned to the room, lifted up his long leg and hung it on the other leg.

"Sister, Qin Nuo poses no threat to me. Are you relieved now?"

Fairy Girl: "Don't take it lightly, sister. The winner of the water lily this time must be us, so that your cultivation can make further breakthroughs."

Zhao Zishan has reached the sixth level of Qi training in three years. If she has the blessing of water lily, she can build the foundation as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)