The world of cultivation emphasizes the land of wealth, law and companionship. Qingkong Mountain is a blessed place where spiritual veins are gathered, so more than a dozen sects have established sects here.

Unfortunately, the spiritual vein is not of high level, so that nearly 300 practitioners in Qingkong Mountain cannot produce a foundation-building cultivator.

Of course, no matter how low the spiritual vein is, it is still a spiritual vein. For example, Qingyang Town at the foot of the mountain, it is just a little bit of the spiritual vein tail, and there are seven or eight cultivation families offering more than a dozen Qi-refining cultivators.

Qingyun Sect has established a sect in Qingkong Mountain for nearly two hundred years, and the high-level Qi Refining Cultivator in the sect has never stopped. The premiered sect leader Zuo Chaoyang's Qi Refining Level seven realm can rank among the top three in the entire Qingkong Mountain. There are two fifth-level elders in the sect, and several fourth-level disciples among the junior disciples.

Of course, in addition to Zhao Yang, who is in the third level of Qi refining, there are only a dozen inner disciples who have just entered Qi refining. In addition to some introductory disciples and servants in the body refining stage, the situation is really bleak.

By the clear water and lake in the back mountain, there are clear lotus and red lotus, and a leaf of orchid boat, three or five girls in white snuggled up. In addition, the reflection of the surrounding fairy mountains and surrounded by spiritual mist, which is pleasing to the eye, like an immortal and a illusion.

"Why are you here?"

A terrifying sound rang behind the back, Zhang Tao trembled all over, and the mist in his eyes immediately turned into clear light.

"Senior brother, I'm worried about junior sister..."

"Are you worried about your junior sister? If you are worried about your junior sister, how could you let her take action in the mourning hall?" Zhao Yang's low roar made Zhang Tao stunned and awakened the girls on the Lanzhou.

"It's her junior sister..."

"Don't you know that the junior sister is the only bloodline of the master? If she has a few things, how can you tell the master to explain it to the master?" Zhao Yang did not lower his voice, and the sound floated across the entire Bishui Lake.

With a gentle glance, Zhao Yang felt the expressions of the female disciples in Lanzhou, especially the girl with red eyes in the middle, her face full of entanglement and confusion.

"Yes, I know I'm wrong." Zhang Tao bowed and clasped his fists and whispered.

"Then you still want to go to Master's Mourning Hall to think about your mistakes?"

Looking at Zhang Tao's departure, Zhao Yang hummed softly. What, junior sister, can you make an idea? I dare to dig up my corner of the wall, I will kill you!

"metropolitan."

"metropolitan."

Zhao Yang walked to the plank road by the lake. Several female disciples, except for the girl with tears on her cheeks, quickly got off the Lanzhou and bowed to salute.

"I have something to say to my junior sister."

After hearing this, several female disciples hurriedly left. Two of them even gave a look at the girl on the Lanzhou.

When the female disciples had all gone away, Zhao Yang looked at the girl and whispered: "Junior sister, do you blame me?"

As soon as the words finished, the girl who was originally looking at Zhao Yang with anger, tears rolled down like beads with broken threads.

The girl turned her head and leaned on her knees and cried out loud.

Zhao Yang did not persuade him, one was on the shore, one was on the boat, one was sobbing and the other sighed.

"Hey... I'll still make you sad."

Upon hearing this, the girl raised her head and shouted, "Why didn't you kill--"

"puff--"

Before the girl could finish her speech, Zhao Yang squirted out a mouthful of blood, scattered all over the orchid boat, and there were also stars falling on the corner of the girl's plain robe.

"Senior Brother, you, you!" Seeing Zhao Yang's face pale and shakingly look, the girl quickly stepped forward and supported her.

Zhao Yang took advantage of the opportunity to climb the orchid boat, and took a little water shore at the back of his heel, allowing the orchid boat to float lightly into the depths of the lotus lotus.

The girl helped Zhao Yang walk two steps, and Zhao Yang's legs became weak and he rolled down in the cabin with the girl.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Yang stretched out his hand, gently brushed the girl's cheek, slid across the tears, and said with a heartache: "Junior Sister Ling'er, if you have a little solution, you won't feel sad at all..."

Having said that, another trace of blood was overflowing from Zhao Yang's mouth.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?" The girl was at a loss, and tears flashed in her eyes.

Wipe the girl's tears with one hand and grab the girl's soft cocktail.

The girl is really made of water! Zhao Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then gently pinched it twice.

A faint internal force surged out from Zhao Yang's meridians, which stunned the girl. She quickly poked out her spiritual power.

"Senior brother, you, your cultivation level!"

"Junior Sister Ling'er, you and I are childhood sweethearts, and you are together day and night. Do you think I can use the sword in the hall?"

The girl widened her eyes and shook her head.

"That is used to use secret techniques. With just this sword, I will lose all my cultivation. Otherwise, how could I let others humiliate my master and bully you, junior sister?" "Then, what should you do now, senior brother?" the girl said anxiously.

"It's okay, you can recover after a few days of recuperation."

Zhao Yang's words made the girl breathe a sigh of relief.

"Junior sister, you must keep this matter secret for me and not let anyone know." Holding the girl's shoulder, the two of them sat upright.

"If outsiders know about this, not only will I be killed, but Qingyun Sect also faces a disaster." Speaking of this, Zhao Yang held the girl's shoulder with both hands, pulled her closer to her less than a foot, and looked at each other with all eyes.

The fragrance is fragrant and elegant.

"Ling'er, you are the only person I trust, do you understand?"

The warm breath swept across the face, causing the girl to fly with her cheeks. She didn't dare to look up, but just lowered her eyelids, pursed her lips, and nodded slightly.

Looking at the trembling thick eyelashes and warm and delicate lips, Zhao Yang cursed inwardly, "It's worse than beasts" and pushed the girl away with great perseverance.

"Junior sister, this thing is the supreme secret treasure related to my Qingyun Sect's inheritance. Senior brother is handed over to you now, so you must keep it." After a pause, Zhao Yang said again: "It is all the credit for this thing that I can use."

After taking the round green jade pendant from Zhao Yang's hand, the girl held it in the palm of her hand, nodded and said, "Don't worry, senior brother, I will keep it."

"Junior sister, do you know why Master wants to refine the realm-breaking pill?" After letting the junior sister relieve her past grudges, Zhao Yang turned his head and asked while scooping water to wash away the blood on the Lanzhou.

"Senior brother, I'll do it." The girl rolled up her sleeves, exposed her forearm like a lotus root, and snatched the water and said, "I don't know why, but about a month ago, my father received a letter. After receiving the letter, his father was frowning and began to refine the alchemy."

It's really related to this letter!

"Who sent the letter?" Zhao Yang asked anxiously. This letter was the fuse for the destruction of the senior leaders of Qingyun Sect. The person who sent the letter was the real murderer behind the scenes!

"Dad has never mentioned it, nor have I seen it." The girl shook her head and her eyes turned red again. The masters of Qingyun Sect all died in the furnace. Finally, they were inspected for the relics, which were messy. The letter was left with only a few words. Who sent it to me, and it was impossible to check it.

"Junior sister, don't cry, you will be with your senior brother." Zhao Yang quickly stopped talking.

The two of them returned to the shore together until they washed Lan Zhou and saw no trace of blood. They sent their junior sister back to the room. After some warm words, Zhao Yang turned around and left.

"You really vomited blood?" In the mourning hall, Zhang Tao waved his hand and asked a slaughter disciple in gray to leave.

"I just said, Zhao Yang, how could you reach the realm of "Sword Heart Clear"?"

"Qingyun Sect is mine, and junior sister is mine too..."

Under the dark candlelight, Zhang Tao's face showed a hint of hideousness.
Chapter completed!