Sister, look at him!

Chapter 148 The Heavenly Prodigy of the Upper Realm in Male Cultivation Novels 14

Xuanqing is the capital of flowers, and Jiang Chuyao is also a flower lover, so naturally, the Jiang family is full of various flowers. He even ordered people to divert a spiritual lake in the back mountain to grow some aquatic flowers.

This kind of place would naturally attract the attention of the curious He Qingwan, who immediately listed it as a place for a walk after dinner.

She asked someone to bring a small boat, lay in it, and let the current carry her into the depths of the Spirit Lake.

It is not yet the season for lotus flowers to bloom, but the Linghu Lake is full of lotus flowers.

He Qingwan lay on his back in the boat, looking at the starry sky and couldn't help but let his thoughts drift away.

She likes stars very much.

But in the interstellar space, there may be living things on every star, and it is very impolite to look directly at them too much.

So when she was very young, He Yanhuan made a starry sky projector for her.

When she was a little older, He Yanhuan gave her a small planet, which was filled with shielding devices that could block detection and countless artificial stars.

That was the planet named after her, she was the lord there and the only inhabitant.

"Wow..."

The sound of flowing water brought He Qingwan out of his homesickness.

She propped herself up and sat up. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little white Qilin running towards her on the water.

Kirin?

He Qingwan was a little surprised.

Zhongli Yuya said that among the ancient gods there was a Qilin, known as the Qilin King. When the Qilin King died, he imitated the other ancient gods and used his own flesh and blood as the source to create several tribes in his own image.

At the same time, the power was equally distributed among the leaders of the Qilin tribes.

The Qilin clan is not immortal. As the sun and the moon alternate and the stars move, their leaders are constantly replaced.

Correspondingly, the power is becoming more and more dispersed, and the current Qilin is no longer as powerful as it was in the beginning. Of course, the same is true for other mythical beasts.

The little Qilin in front of him looked no more than a hundred years old and was still a cub.

"Little guy, do you want to see the stars too?"

He Qingwan reached out her hand to catch the little Qilin that jumped into her arms, "Can you speak?"

The little Qilin blinked his big clear eyes and looked at He Qingwan in a daze.

"Sanxiang is still young and doesn't understand what people say."

The indifferent voice passed through the lotus leaves and reached He Qingwan's ears.

Is anyone???

He Qingwan looked around but didn't see anyone. She frowned and carefully released her mental power to check, only to find a monk standing on the shore of Linghu Lake.

He Qingwan drove the boat to the shore with his spiritual power, flew in front of the monk, put down the Qilin in his arms and asked curiously, "I am Jiang Rongye, who are you?"

"Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Mingkong."

Mingkong? The mage who lived next door to her?

He Qingwan wanted to continue asking, but Mingkong didn't give her the chance. He got straight to the point and asked, "Ms. Jiang, do you know He Qingwan?"

"Oh?" He Qingwan raised his eyebrows, his attitude becoming more serious. "What do you mean, Master Mingkong?"

"..." Mingkong was silent for a moment, "Seven thousand years ago, I was just an ordinary ascetic monk in the secular world. After burying a corpse with my master, I suddenly realized the truth..."

"The person you buried is He Qingwan?" He Qingwan knew who Mingkong was.

"That's right." Mingkong nodded, with a hint of doubt on his handsome face, "Miss Jiang, I see her shadow in you."

He Qingwan did not answer.

She was thinking about how to explain the principle of parallel worlds to Mingkong.

Ever since she survived the night when He Qingwan was supposed to die tragically, a parallel world was born.

The original world is still going in the same direction, but the world in which she survived "instead of" He Qingwan has become a brand new world.

Similarly, if someone else enters that world after her, and that person is powerful enough to change the world, then every different choice that person makes will lead to the emergence of another new parallel world.

The Mingkong in front of him was the Mingkong who collected the remains of "He Qingwan" in the original world.

Never mind. He won't understand even if I tell him.

He Qingwan gave up explaining. She looked directly into Mingkong's eyes that were as calm as water and said, "I once lived for her."

"...I see." Mingkong suddenly smiled, "She should have been filled with resentment, but for some reason her soul was pure and flawless, and she was blessed with a destiny that was beyond the limits of the mundane world."

"She didn't deserve to die." He Qingwan said calmly, "The Xuanyuan family owed her, and I just gave her what she deserved."

Those invisible and intangible fortunes are enough for "He Qingwan" to have a happy life for ten lifetimes.

Mingkong just smiled without saying anything. He bowed to He Qingwan, chanted a Buddhist name, and turned and left.

The little Qilin rubbed He Qingwan's legs reluctantly, then followed Mingkong away.

He Qingwan, with a head full of questions, stood there in confusion.

So what does this monk mean?

Tsk, she really hates the Riddler the most!

*

The next morning.

As soon as He Qingwan got up, he saw Mingkong standing in the yard.

Her bedroom was on the second floor. At this moment, she was lying on the windowsill. From her high vantage point, she could just see Mingkong's sparkling big head.

There is also a little unicorn that hops around like a rabbit.

She couldn't help but picked a flower and threw it at the little Qilin.

"Miss Jiang."

Mingkong just happened to raise his head, and the bright yellow flower fell between his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Mingkong was puzzled for a moment. Before he could brush it away, the little Qilin jumped up and ate the flower into its stomach.

Mingkong lowered his head and wiped the saliva left by the little Qilin on his forehead, then looked up at He Qingwan again.

"Miss Jiang, I have to go out for a few days for something." Mingkong saluted with one hand, "Could you help me take care of Sanxiang for a few days?"

He Qingwan still remembers Sanxiang, the name of the little Qilin.

She didn't ask any questions, but just opened her arms downwards, and the chubby little Qilin stepped into the air and jumped into her arms.

"You need to pay me for your help." He Qingwan hugged the little Qilin tightly and rubbed it against him.

Mingkong smiled slightly, took off the Buddhist beads from his wrist, and used his spiritual power to send them to He Qingwan.

nice one!

He Qingwan grabbed the Buddhist beads and nodded with satisfaction. Although they were of no use to her, if an ordinary person wore them, even a person with a bad luck could be reborn.

"I'm very satisfied. Leave the little Qilin to me. Happy cooperation!"

He Qingwan wrapped the Buddhist beads around her wrist a few times and rubbed them against the little Qilin.

Mingkong lowered his eyes, "Amitabha."

*

"Little Sanxiang, your master doesn't want you anymore."

He Qingwan rubbed the little Qilin's face with evil humor.

Sanxiang was still young and didn't understand what He Qingwan was saying. He tilted his head and thought for a while, but when he found that he still couldn't understand, he pounced on He Qingwan and wanted to lick her face.

"What do you want to do?" He Qingwan quickly pinched Sanxiang's mouth, "Don't spit all over me, or you'll have to sleep downstairs tonight!"

The little Qilin didn't understand, but he was frightened by the aura that He Qingwan emitted in an instant. He could only squat aside with grievance, staring at He Qingwan with his big eyes without blinking.

The unsympathetic He Qingwan stretched and opened her arms, allowing the maid to change her clothes and dress her up.