When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

The little white tiger came to this world through time travel, the first word he learned was cloud, the second was Qing, and the third was Yue. Even though these three characters were not easy to write or remember, she still read them carefully many times, and her furry paws followed in mid-air gestures. It wasn't until these three words were deeply engraved in my mind that I looked away, and finally I was a little happy nestling in the arms of my senior sister.

Zhongheng on the side didn't think much about it, he raised his hand carelessly, pointed to his name on the jade bi and said to the little white tiger: "Look, supervisor, that's my name, brother's Zhong, balanced Heng. Now stand next to the senior sister."

As he spoke, he also gathered his spiritual power to write in mid-air, and the words written by him with Huo Linggen were also fiery red.

The little white tiger glanced lightly at the words, and seemed to have looked at the name he wrote down, but his attitude was obviously perfunctory. Not to mention raising her paw to gesture seriously, she didn't even bother to memorize it.

Seeing this, Zhong Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he only muttered: "This is really a distinction."

But the little white tiger responded to him this time, waving its paws and lifting its chin slightly, and the small look in its eyes clearly read: Isn't this a matter of course?

If the supervisor wants to be eccentric, who can do anything with her? What's more, it's still a cub.

Zhongheng didn't want to argue with her, and he didn't need to argue with her, he just took it as a small episode, and then told Yun Qingyue about the situation of several juniors and sisters. Everything else is fine, except for the seven true disciples of Mingxia Peak, three of them were eliminated in one fell swoop, and one of the outer disciples, Chu Yang, made great strides all the way. The juniors and sisters who lost this time may have a hard time.

Sure enough, when Yun Qingyue and Zhong Heng returned to the Tianyang Peak guest room together, three of the five juniors and younger sisters were missing. The two of them knew without asking, that the three of them must have gone back to practice in seclusion. If it wasn't for the three sects discussing martial arts, some people would have already gone down the mountain to practice.

Yun Qingyue was noncommittal about this, but went to Peak Master Qingyu's place a little later and told the matter to Master.

After hearing this, Qing Yu frowned slightly on her usual expressionless face, and finally commented: "It's unbearable!"

These words are naturally not to dislike the disgrace of the apprentices being eliminated. In fact, Qing Yu didn't pay much and didn't have high demands on these apprentices who hadn't met a few times. It's just that if you lose this time, what's the matter with hiding in the den? No matter how bad it is, you should watch the competition and know how far you are from the top brothers and sisters in the sect, and then you can understand the direction of your efforts.

But still the same sentence, Qing Yu didn't pay much for his apprentice, nor did he have high demands. Therefore, she only had these four words to comment on the three people who returned to the peak, and then she didn't say more, but asked Yun Qingyue a few more questions.

No matter what, Yun Qingyue is the eldest disciple of Mingxia Peak and the future peak master of Mingxia Peak. In addition, Yun Qingyue picked it up with her own hands, and her spiritual root and aptitude fit her very well. Qing Yu's only concern for her apprentice was almost all on her.

Yun Qingyue honestly replied to the master's words, and got some advice from the master. When he returned to his guest room, it was already dark.

Then, without any surprise, the little white tiger rushed into his arms as soon as he entered the door.

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Yun Qingyue had something to do to find Peak Master Qingyu, and the little white tiger didn't want to follow the master to see the master's cold face, so he went back to the guest room first. As soon as the door was closed, she gesticulated and wrote the three words "Yun Qingyue" on the ground, reviewing it so as not to forget it.

The system hadn't spoken for a long time, and at this moment it suddenly spoke, somewhat sourly: "Host, do you know what you look like now?"

The little white tiger didn't lift his head when he heard the words, but looked at the three words on the ground happily, and replied casually, "What does it look like?"

The system was unceremonious and hit the nail on the head: "Like an idiot."

The inconspicuous smile on Tiger's face gradually disappeared, and then he raised his paw, and skillfully sent the system flying—what idiot? She just felt that the words in this world were too complicated, so she had to memorize them twice more.

The system cooperated with being photographed flying, and then flew back skillfully, murmuring and saying something, it was not a good thing after all.

After a while, Jiang Mo suddenly asked again: "System, we have been here for more than two months. You said before that it would take a month to complete the deciphering of the text, so do you already know some characters?"

The system seemed to be illiterate, and it immediately became unhappy. It straightened its non-existent chest and said: "Of course, the system is not wasting energy. It has been collecting information from this world. Text or something, It’s all just one aspect, and there are historical legends, natural materials and earthly treasures, including exercises... the system has worked hard to collect information.”

This is an effort to break the network system. Although it looks as useless as its host at the moment, as long as it keeps collecting like this, it is obvious that the future can be expected.

But the future is always far away, Jiang Mo doesn't want to talk about it right now, she just asks: "Then do you know how to write my name?"

The word "Jiang Mo" is not an uncommon word, at least it is much more common than Yun Qingyue's "Yue". The system has been deciphering the text for two months before, and it really knows these two characters.

Originally, the system was a little complacent when it heard the host's request, and wanted the host to say something nice. As a result, it seemed that the host had seen through its thoughts before it even opened its mouth, and then saw the nails on the little white tiger's tender paws popping out, covered with a faint golden light, scratching a claw mark on the floor.

Threats, blatant threats. Even though he knew that he would not be harmed by this method without a physical body, the system was still scared in seconds. It didn't dare to delay for a second, and the system's light group directly transformed into a word in mid-air, flattering it: "Host, this is the word 'Jiang'."

The little white tiger snorted softly, staring at the characters written in mid-air without blinking, and then gesticulated and memorized the distorted words in his mind. Then, without her having to speak, the system that could somewhat perceive the host's mind changed consciously after binding to her, and turned into another word, and said again: "Host, this is the word 'Mo'."

It was another gesture to memorize, until Jiang Mo was sure that the two words were also deep in his mind, and then he left the system to practice by himself.

The little white tiger did not receive the bloodline inheritance, but the talent of the white tiger beast is obviously not trivial. She had watched Yun Qingyue condense her spiritual power to write in the air before, and then watched Zhong Heng do the same operation again, and she had a vague feeling.

At this time, taking advantage of the senior sister's absence, Jiang Mo began to learn by himself based on that insight... The golden spiritual power condensed in the void little by little. It was just a mess at first, and then slowly stretched and elongated into a straight line . But perhaps it was because the little white tiger was not cultivated enough and lacked spiritual power, the gathered spiritual power only lasted for a few breaths before disintegrating and disappearing.

Jiang Mo was not discouraged, he tilted his head and thought about the previous operation carefully, then raised his paw and tried again. Seeing this, the system didn't bother him, and sneaked up on the host's head and got down on the ground, watching Hu struggling to learn to write.

But the little white tiger practiced until it was dark, and the golden characters in mid-air were crooked, and he could only vaguely make out the outline.

Seeing it, the system complained about the word "dog crawling", but was shot again by the little white tiger and changed it, saying it was "tiger crawling". But the complaints are all complaints, and it also has to admit that its host's talent is really good, and it has learned to use spiritual power to write in the air without anyone teaching it. The unsightly handwriting was only temporary, and when she practiced the control of her spiritual power more perfectly, the handwriting would naturally look good.

But there is no such time tonight, because the system suddenly noticed Yun Qingyue's return, so it reminded: "Host, senior sister is back." After reminding, he added: "Do you want to show her your tiger crawling word?" ? And claw marks on the ground."

The system's words had already interrupted the little white tiger's control over the spiritual power, and the awkward golden characters trembled in mid-air, and then shattered. She looked at this scene and shook her head, did not continue to write, but turned her head to look in the direction of the door, and then threw herself into the other's arms the first time the senior sister entered the door. As for the claw marks scratched by the threat system on the floor... Does she need to take a piece of floor to heart?

It's also because the system doesn't know her specific thoughts, otherwise it would be quite difficult to describe—the host searched through the system mall in order to mend the floor in the senior sister's room. It didn't take long, right?

But the floor is really not the point, Yun Qingyue didn't say anything when he saw it at first glance, and the coldness in his body when facing the enthusiastic little milk tiger seemed to be reduced by three points. While rubbing the milk tiger, she explained her late return, and finally said: "I only taught you my name before, but now I teach you how to write other characters?"

As she spoke, she lifted her fingertips and easily wrote the word "Supervisor" in the void.

It was a good handwriting, and Xiaobaihu's eyes were slightly bright when he saw it, but after Yun Qingyue told her that the two characters were "supervisor soldiers", Xiaobaihu originally wanted to practice good handwriting before writing his name to his senior sister. Shaky - name is very important to a person, in a way, it is the credential of your existence. Supervisor is Baihu's name, but not hers.

The little white tiger hesitated for a moment, raised its claws, and did not gesture to Yun Qingyue's Protestant word "Supervisor", but gathered a little golden glow in the air. Then the golden light twisted and stretched into lines, and then slowly formed two crooked golden characters.

Writing down two characters at a time seems to be a bit reluctant for the little white tiger, so the two golden characters only existed for two breaths before they shattered. It's just different from disappearing without a trace after being broken before. Under the control of the little white tiger, the broken golden characters turned into dots of golden light. At first glance, it looks like a group of fireflies dancing in the night, which is a bit of a beautiful mood.

Yun Qingyue also seemed a little surprised, his eyes followed the dots of golden light for a moment, and then he spoke in a soft tone, but with some indescribable emotion: "Jiang Mo...that is, your name?! "

Jiang Mo didn't think too much. She heard these two words slowly read from her senior sister's mouth, and there was only an indescribable joy in her heart.