In the early morning, the morning light shone into the window ridge and plated the wooden house with a layer of warm color. Chang Xi, who woke up from his dream, opened his eyes.

"Chang Xi, are you awake?"

A gust of fragrant wind came from his ears. Chang Xi turned his head and saw Xin Tong holding his jade arms beside the bed and looking at him smilingly. Qing Xuan was tucking the corners of the quilt for him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly woke up, his face was blushing and his hands were not sure where to put it. The girl's beautiful face turned red under the light morning light made Chang Xi lose all sleep.

Chang Xi grabbed the sheet in his hand and was amused and cried, protesting to the two uninvited guests in the room, "Why did you two come in without saying hello?"

Qingxuan, whose face was as red as a ripe apple, pouted and said, "It's time for the sun to dry your butts. You're still sleeping like a dead pig. Today is the first day you entered the back mountain to practice. You can't be careless. If Xin Tong hadn't said that you were tired and let you sleep more, I would have woken you up." After that, the naughty girl waved her fist hard at the person hiding in the quilt.

"Are you still sleepy? If you are still sleepy, just sleep for a while. I will tell you what you say to your senior brother and sister in the back mountain." Xin Tong smiled and asked softly, pushing away the ends of Chang Xi's forehead that covered his eyes. His words were full of unprincipled spoiling.

Chang Xi waved his hand and got up from the bed, and his muscles and bones crackled. He stretched his waist and felt indescribable comfort, and asked, "How long have I been sleeping?"

Qingxuan had a great mouth but her body was very honest. She handed a cup of warm tea obediently and tilted her head and thought, "From yesterday's competition to the end of today, you have been sleeping for a whole day and a night."

Chang Xi spread his palms in front of him and murmured to himself: "A day and night?"

The Cong Blade Talisman Forged with Golden Blood, the unparalleled Pure Jun Sword and Shenxiao Sword Intent, the collision of the jing-character character and the Fentian Seal, and the unparalleled momentum of Zhuyue three arrows to determine the universe and the unparalleled momentum came into my mind.

"In the end, I won."

Chang Xi stared blankly at the morning light that had plated his palms with warm colors. Memories surged in his heart like a tide. He knew that he had succeeded and fulfilled the promise he made in front of the Qingyun Monument. His extremely happy smile was directly overflowing on his face. He couldn't even believe that he had done it seriously until now.

Chang Xi took out the broken jade waist bow from the storage bag, and he was filled with emotion. Zhuyue's arrow yesterday, but he was not sure whether he could achieve success. Nangong Congyun, who had a half-step Nascent Soul cultivation, was the strongest opponent he had encountered since entering the world of immortal cultivation. Even the Black Golden Armor Guard in the Mangshan Mausoleum and the Corpse-Faced Dragon under the Burial Soul Ridge were far from the same. If he hadn't been deliberately laid many foreshadowings and trump cards, he would still be one of the corners of the real business leader of the Qingyun Peak Inner Sect, not to mention that Zhuyue completely drained his entire body of energy and spirit without any power. If it were really a life-and-death battle, he would have been slaughtered now.

Thoughts gradually faded away, Chang Xi's thick black belt was gently pulled from behind, and most of the clothes slid to the ground. Chang Xi then realized that he quickly raised his pants and looked at the two women behind him with terror and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you crazy? Why did you suddenly take off my clothes and act like a hooligan?"

Xin Tong put the black and thick strap aside, took a delicate lacquered wooden box beside him and opened it. On the left side of the wooden box was a big red food box that looked festive when you looked at the color. Qingxuan took out the exquisite snacks from the food box and placed them on the table. She glanced at Chang Xi who had "spring light suddenly appeared", and covered her mouth and said proudly: "Eat your breakfast with peace of mind. The boss of Tianxiufeng Food Mansion specially added the meal for you. It is not okay to wear anything to the market when entering the back mountain. You must wear the required ritual and brocade clothes on the first day."

After Qingxuan finished speaking, Xin Tong shook out a brocade sacrificial ritual clothes from the wooden box, which were complex and unforgettable. The color of the brocade clothes was obviously taken into consideration by Chang Xi's preferences, and specially selected black and gold. The dragon head and dragon claws on the front were lifelike like a real dragon hidden in a painting. The seven-color auspicious clouds on the back were divided into nine meanings, which were auspicious and high, and were extremely similar to the dragon robe of the nine-five masters in the world. Chang Xi looked carefully and found that the pattern patterns on the brocade clothes of the brocade were not ordinary knitted threads, but were powerful enough to embrace the true meaning of heaven and earth with some incredible great gods.

The true meaning is hidden in the clothes, and it is integrated.

"The sacrificial brocade dress I wore before also contained the true meaning of the phoenix. I don't know where the leader of Qingyun Mountain got these rare things. Thank you so much for your hard work."

Xin Tong was obviously quite satisfied with the handsome style of Chang Xi's ritual brocade dress, and was extremely happy and a little guilty. She remembered that more than a month ago, she was cold-blooded and forced the old man who had worked hard to find these rare things to the corner of the Qingyun Palace and grabbed Qingluanzhou from the arms of the helpless leader.

She secretly stuck out her tongue, thinking in her heart that she could not bully the head teacher again in the future.

No matter how complex the sacrificial brocade clothes were, they were just clothes. Chang Xi, who had never been served by women, was wailing with luck and asked herself to change her clothes. Until Xin Tong slowly opened the bottom drawer of the exquisite wooden box, the dazzling array of pendants and golden threads completely broke Chang Xi's last fantasy.

Under the service of the two women, Chang Xi put on the ritual brocade robe and buried her head in dealing with the breakfast carefully made by the boss's wife. Qingxuan combed Chang Xi's hair into a bun and put on a purple gold crown. Xin Tong, who was respectful to the status of Jiufeng Peak, knelt on the edge of the bed, her eyebrows, eyes and mouth were full of spring, and she was carefully serving to take off the remaining clothes for Chang Xi, and then hung exquisite and meaningful ornaments on the ritual brocade robe.

After a long time of dressing, Xin Tong waved his hand to call out a hazy water mirror. The man in the mirror, Fengshen Yulang, was born with a celestial appearance. Two strands of brocade belts floated down on the purple gold crown. The complex and luxurious sacrificial brocade clothes that were comparable to dragon robes were decorated like stars. The waist was surrounded by purple gold swallowing python buckles, and the wooden signs woven with red ropes were tied to the waist. The whole person was like an emperor on earth.

Xin Tong and Qingxuan both looked confused, and Xin Tong smiled and said intoxicatingly: "It's a pity that you don't want to be an emperor. Whether it's appearance or the cruelty in your bones, it's more than enough to be the king of that country."

Behind her, Qingxuan carefully soothed the slightest folds on the sacrificial brocade clothes, and she couldn't help but feel funny: She didn't know whether Chang Xi would be the emperor in the future, but she knew that even if she was the emperor, she would definitely not enjoy the erotic show of the Queen of Phoenix willingly kneeling on the ground to serve the changing clothes.

When he looked closely, the young man, who was indeed a bit emperor-like, lowered his head, grabbed the wooden sign on his waist in his hand, rubbed the scratches with his fingertips, and a familiar touch surged into his heart. He vaguely remembered that Beibai once told him about this thing in front of the Qingyun Mountain Gate that it was of great significance. At that time, no matter what, he would not have thought that the meaning of the wooden sign was the disciples in the back mountain.

He could not guess whether it was the head sect who was unsure of the prophecy or the unintentional willow.

Chang Xi turned around and smiled, "Stop making trouble, it's getting late, it's time to do a good job."

The sword flew over the top of Tianxiu Peak. From a distance, countless disciples under Tianxiu Peak looked up and waved their hands. On the edge of the cliff paved with flowers and grass behind Tianxiu Palace, a graceful figure in white clothes that was more snow-covered than snow stood on the railing. The young Tianxiu Peak master opened his red lips and his voice formed a line and rang in Chang Xi's ears: "Remember to come back and take a look."

The figure on the sword of the sacrificial brocade robes like the true dragon emperor bent down and bowed to the top of the mountain with great respect. The voice spread throughout Tianxiu: "Tianxiu Peak is my home. No matter where the disciples go, they will always be disciples of Tianxiu Peak."
Chapter completed!