"Xiao Xuanxi is here again!"

"Xiao Xuanxi, where are you going to burn today?"

In the square, a group of sword-practicing disciples stopped and smiled and teased the little boy who was more cute than the New Year painting doll on the big rabbit's back.

Xiao Xuanxi was wearing a light blue brocade robe, his hair was tied on top of his head, and he was buckled with a small jade crown. The small hair that could not be combed in front of his forehead turned into cute little bangs, which made his big black and round eyes clear and transparent, cunning and lovely.

His skin is fair and smoother than the peeled egg. Everyone wants to go up and pinch his chubby pink and tender cheeks.

"Why can't I understand what you are saying?"

Xiao Xuanxi tilted his head, looking like I don’t understand what you are talking about. Who is burning things? He is a good baby, so he won’t burn things randomly!

It made everyone laugh.

"Then what are you doing?" someone asked him with a smile.

"I didn't sneak over, I came over openly." Xiao Xuanxi corrected him with righteous words.

"Puff! OK OK, you are here to be honest! Our little Xuanxi is the most open and upright!"

Xiao Xuanxi was satisfied at this time. He said clearly: "I am here to cheer for you. Are you going to have a competition? Grandpa, the head, said that this competition is very important!"

"Oh! Yes! I can't talk to you anymore. The selection competition will be in two days. We have to hurry up and practice swordsmanship!"

The group of disciples said in annoyance, and they all raised their swords and prepared to practice the sword.

The annual genius event is held in the second half of the year, and they are not qualified to participate.

However, when the sect competition is the same once a year, they have the opportunity to represent the sect to compete with other sects.

The sect competition is a competition that all sects can participate in, and it is the opportunity for their Qingyun Sword Sect to be promoted from the Jiuliu Sect to the Baliu Sect.

However, it is too difficult to be promoted to the Eighth Rice Sect now. You must win the top three in the competition with all the Nine Rice Sects to have the opportunity to compete with the Eighth Rice Sects. As long as you win one Eighth Rice Sect, you can squeeze it down and become one of the Eighth Rice Sects.

If you can't get the top three in the competition with all the Nine-Rule Sects, then there is no hope and you can only wait for the next year.

Last year, Qingyun Sword Sect happened to be fourth, and it was just a little short of that to compete with the Baliu Sect.

So this time, many disciples tried their best to help the sect get this opportunity.

Everyone hopes that their sect can go a step further. After all, the name of the Jiuliu Sect is too ugly. Outsiders say that their Qingyun Sword Sect is the Jiuliu Sect, which means that the Qingyun Sword Sect has always been a Jiuliu Sect and has never moved.

In fact, the Qingyun Sword Sect was a glorious sect a long time ago. It had a sword immortal, but I don’t know what happened. The inheritance of the sword immortal was cut off, so the sect began to decline.

And so many leaders in the past, including the current leader Wuji, are like the master of the sect. They are not responsible for their affairs and have no ambitions. In the past two years, Wuji has finally become a little positive, but the disciples of the sect are not very powerful.

Their Qingyun Sword Sect, including the outer disciples, only have more than 400 people in total. Compared with other sects, it can be said that there are no less.

This competition was to select fifty people from more than 400 people to participate in the sect competition.

The chances of each month are not too small.

After Xiao Xuanxi's interruption, everyone started practicing seriously again.

"Uncle Cang!"

Suddenly, Xiao Xuanxi shouted happily.

Cang Yang, who had just left the seclusion and was about to meet the head of the sect, stopped and looked at the little man who called him.

This little boy was born by the woman who was picked up by the head of the sect. Logically, he should hate him, but this little boy is too enthusiastic to him, and Cangyang, who has always been serious, can't bear to him.

Cangyang didn't know that Xiao Xuanxi was already a beautiful dog at such a young age. Only when he saw good-looking people would he be enthusiastic, whether it was a man or a woman.

And Xiao Xuanxi felt that he was so beautiful, and his father must be very good-looking. Uncle Cangyang is the most beautiful man he has ever seen since he was born. He felt that Uncle Cangyang might be his father.

Xiao Xuanxi had already secretly labeled Cangyang as "Dad suspect number one" on his face.

He was silent. The little guy had already crawled off the rabbit and came towards him steadily. However, the little guy's legs were too short, and the distance was more than a hundred steps. The little guy hugged for a while before coming over.

As soon as he ran to his feet, the little guy stretched out his short hand and asked for a hug.

Cangyang could not help but lift the little guy up with one hand.

Good guy, heavier than three months ago.

"Uncle Cang, why have you been in seclusion for so long? I haven't seen you for three months? Xixi misses you."

Cangyang was not good at speaking. When he heard Xiao Xuanxi tell him so affectionately that he missed him, his serious and heroic face was a little at a loss.

"Because I'm going to participate in the sect competition, I'm going to retreat. That, I'm going to meet the head of the sect. Are you going together?"

"Go and go! My mother is about to leave the seclusion, and she must be very good after she comes out! My mother said that she will not go into seclusion after this time and will accompany me every day! Hehehe!" Xiao Xuanxi said happily.

Cangyang was a little surprised. He knew that Xiao Xuanxi's mother often went into seclusion, but speaking of it, he had never seen her before, and she had never left the back mountain. Instead, Xiao Xuanxi ran around the mountain gate just over one year old.

If she no longer stayed in seclusion, Cangyang suddenly knew the intention of the head of the sect to call him over.

But he was very calm and had long since he had no resentment as he had been three years ago.

Amid Xiao Xuanxi's constant chirping, he arrived outside the hall of the head sect.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the little short legs of the heavy little guy in his arms struggled excitedly: "Uncle Cang, let me go quickly. I smell the fragrance of my mother. She is out of seclusion, she is inside!"

Cangyang subconsciously moved his nose, but he didn't smell any fragrance.

Xiao Xuanxi had already slid down from him like a loach, stepped aside his short legs, and shouted "Mother" while climbing into the high threshold.

Cangyang followed him in. As soon as he stepped into the threshold, he smelled a faint fragrance that was faintly visible. It was not a powdery fragrance, but an indescribable light fragrance that was easy to smell.

But when he thought of the fragrance of his mother in Xiao Xuanxi's mouth, his face became faintly hot and he dared not smell it again.

"Mom! Xixi misses you so much!"

The little guy turned into a small breast bag in one second, and his eyes were red and pounced on a woman in a thin purple skirt.

The person was originally talking to the head, but there was an extra human-shaped pendant on her legs, so she turned around without any haste.

At this moment, Cangyang only felt that time seemed to be still.
Chapter completed!