Upon learning of Qingyun's arrival, everyone in the Li family, as direct descendants of the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect, lined up at the door to welcome him.
The huge team lined up dozens of feet away from the gate, led by the old, one-armed Li Guan, who eagerly and tremblingly looked forward to her, like an old bachelor looking at the bride, his eyes glowing green.
Qingyun shivered, smiled awkwardly and bowed to Li Guan.
"Qingyun has met Senior Li."
After a series of disagreements, Li Chun and Li Gang, including Li Jing, took the lead and shouted loudly:
“A warm welcome!”
“A warm welcome!”
…
Their sound shook the world, and I also had a black line.
"It's so formalistic."
Although Qingyun was despised in his heart, Youdao was a person who could wear a lot of clothes and never flatter anyone. After practicing for more than ten years and being abused by others, this was the first time for him to enjoy such high-level treatment.
But what makes the young master curious is that Wan Congfang and him can be said to have a deep hatred. Even if the two of them can fight, they will never become friends. This has been a problem since he first stepped into Qingshui Town. You can see the clues.
But the Li family is so bold to cater to him. According to Wan Congfang's current domineering and surly character, it would be strange not to kill all these thorns in his side.
Others forget it, but Li Guan is hundreds of years old at least, so how can he be so ignorant?
After all, the suspicion was just rooted in his heart. He quietly glanced inside the door. Qingyun didn't see Wan Congfang's figure, nor did he feel the angry spiritual energy fluctuations on the other side, so he patiently chatted with Li Guan. stand up.
Li Chun followed closely behind his ancestor and still looked at Qingyun as if he had seen a ghost, but his only remaining son Li Jing had grown up a lot.
Qingyun remembered that when he met Li Jing last year, the boy seemed to be only at the early stage of the Hundred Meridians Realm, but now he had faint signs of breaking through to the Yuan Hua Realm. His growth rate was astonishing.
And seeing that he was wearing an emerald green gown today, which was quite similar to the Qingxi sisters, the young master guessed that this boy had Wan Congfang's approval?
"Li Jing has met Senior Qingyun!"
Facing the powerful Qingyun, the young man could no longer show any stage fright, but he also had no vanity and pride brought about by his rapid improvement in strength. He bowed to Qingyun very respectfully.
"Haha, no need to be polite."
Qingyun also responded politely, which made Li Jing a little flattered.
"Young hero, Jing'er last time..."
Seeing that Qingyun seemed a little tepid, Li Chun suddenly lost his confidence.
Although he had entertained Qingyun with good wine and food last time, looking at the Sword Demon leader's attitude towards Qingyun, it was hard for Li Chun to imagine how big the backstage was behind this kid. If he still cared about Li Jing's previous collision, the consequences...
Thinking of this, he quickly hugged Qingyun and hugged his fists.
"Master Li, this is a misunderstanding, you don't need to do this."
Qingyun smiled and waved his hands. At this moment, Wan Congfang's voice mixed with anger finally came out from the courtyard:
"How long will you continue to ink?!"
"Quick, let's not keep Senior Sword Demon waiting."
The young master felt guilty in his heart.
"Young hero please."
"Senior Li, please."
Surrounded by everyone in the Li family, Qingyun quickly stepped into the gate of the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect.
"Although it is developing rapidly, it can only rely on Wan Congfang as a pillar to support the sky. Even if the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect is determined to expand, it also needs talents in management!"
Qingyun thought to himself as he looked at the "Wan's Medical Center" that seemed to be prosperous but was actually a bit messy due to clutter.
Since it was expanding to the periphery, the original architectural layout of its sect did not change much, and there was no need to lead the way. Qingyun arrived at the spacious central hall with ease.
"You look down on the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect?"
The cold female voice sounded again, and Goosebumps aroused all over my body.
"How...how is it possible?"
Qingyun smiled awkwardly.
Wan Congfang, also dressed in green, appeared in the middle hall out of thin air, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point with her appearance.
"Then why did I see disdain in your eyes just now?"
"Why the hell are you staring at me?"
The young man cursed in his heart, but shook his head like a rattle.
"See the leader."
In fact, not only Qingyun, but also everyone present had great respect and heartfelt fear for this "Sword Demon", especially the Li family, who were very grateful to Wan Congfang for their support.
Because of the powerful protection of the Soul Returning Realm, the profound cultivation techniques and the inheritance of Taoism, this is simply a fantasy in an unconventional cultivation family like theirs.
But in other words, if you want to get it, you must pay the price you deserve, and the Li family that once dominated Baishi Town has now merged with the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect and become part of other people's forces.
I believe that the ancestor Li Guan, whose arm was cut off by Wan Congfang's sword energy, should have already weighed the scales in his mind.
Seeing Qingyun's timid look, Wan Congfang's mood seemed to be a little better. The young man glanced quietly and found that the scar between her eyebrows had not cracked, and there were no black lines appearing in the corners of her eyes. It must be that the "disease" has not recurred yet.
"Is she also in a state of neither life nor death?"
While he was thinking secretly, Wan Congfang flicked his sleeves and commanded coldly:
"Hebai and Qing'er stay, everyone else should leave."
"yes."
To be honest, Wan Congfang's appearance has become much softer now, as if she has turned back into the young girl who collected herbs. However, her long emerald green dress is lifeless, her hair is disheveled and her figure is erratic, which makes her whole person's temperament change again. There is no beauty at all.
No one dared to say anything, and the Qingxi sisters also had doubts on their faces. One of them stayed, and the other followed Li Guan and others out of the central hall with their fists clasped.
"Come with me."
Without any nonsense, Wan Congfang led them back to the backyard.
The three of them looked at each other silently. For some reason, the closer they got to each other, the more calm Li Qing'er faced Qingyun. She nodded to the young master calmly, obviously knowing some inside information.
However, it was impossible for her to say anything with the master in front of her. After wandering around for a while, the three of them came to a well-hidden dry well.
"Qing'er, stay here and don't let anyone else get close."
"Yes, Master."
Li Qing'er bowed with clasped fists respectfully.
Immediately, Wan Congfang waved his sleeve, and the mouth of the dry well was instantly moved several feet, revealing an underground passage that was about a foot long and wide.
"There is an aura of formation. Could it be that Chen Ping is locked inside?"
Climbing down the stairs, the two of them followed Wan Congfang quietly towards the cell at the bottom.
After walking around for about two to three hundred steps, they finally came to an iron door at the bottom.
"All the way down, there are at least twenty or thirty cells on both sides. Is it possible that they are all the unlucky ones captured by Wan Congfang?"
Thinking of this, the young man was afraid that if he did anything wrong, he would be thrown in by this female ghost.
Fortunately, Wan Congfang did not have the incredible mind-reading skills of Yao Mengxun. As she pointed out a green light, the shackles formed by runes on the iron door disappeared silently, and the door opened with a creak.
Looking around, Qingyun estimated that the cell was about seven or eight feet square, which was quite spacious as a single room for prisoners.
Looking from a distance, I saw a tall and thin monk hanging in the void with his hands and feet bound by rune shackles. Other than that, the whole room was empty.
Except for the flickering brilliance of the runes that bound his limbs, it could be described as dark, very depressing and frightening.
Looking carefully, the prisoner's clothes were intact and he seemed not to have suffered any punishment, but with his head hanging down, his breath was weak and he looked half-dead.
"Huh?"
"Um?"
Two different voices, one same question, Qingyun and Hebai looked at each other, and both read the same answer in each other's eyes, even before they got close.
"Hmph, a nest of snakes and rats."
Wan Congfang twitched the corner of his mouth, then snorted again, seeming to ask deliberately:
"Hmph, he hid it well at that time and He Bai didn't even notice it. Now you know why I asked you to come?"
"Well, thank you Fang...Senior Sword Demon."
"Are you not going to change your words or what? Believe it or not, I cut your tongue?"
It seemed threatening, but Wan Congfang's tone was not too reproachful. At this time, Qingyun clasped his fists, and then walked towards Chen Ping. He Bai was also happy after getting Wan Congfang's acquiescence. Bu followed up.
"It's indeed him."
The young man said in a deep voice.
He still had the sinister and vicious face of a bad guy, but now Chen Ping had his head drooped, and his breath was extremely weak, as if he had entered a state of suspended animation, and he was completely unaware of the two men's approach.
Qingyun was a little curious, because he estimated that according to Wan Congfang's current extreme personality, he would have to be tortured into a human shape. Unexpectedly, Chen Ping didn't have many scars on his body.
Looking calmly at the enemy who had "killed" him with one palm, Qingyun's heart was filled with endless hatred, even more hatred than the instigator Zhuo Bufan.
But when they met in person, the hatred that wanted to kill him disappeared in vain, and he knew the reason behind it very well.
"It seems that you know him, so he came out of the Thirty-three Realms?"
Wan Congfang narrowed his eyes and stared at Qingyun and asked.
"I have no idea."
"have no idea?"
Hearing this, Wan Congfang thought Qingyun was deliberately hiding it from her, and couldn't help but grimace.
"Thirty-three realms? Master, what is going on? Why does this person have..."
"Will it have the power and aura of your family?"
"Yes, but his condition..."
Speaking of this, Wan Congfang did not say any more, but turned his gaze to Qingyun, signaling He Bai to ask himself.
"Miss Fang'er, do you still remember the time when Master Wan rescued me and came back?"
Rarely, Wan Congfang did not get angry because of Qingyun's name this time. Her eyes began to soften and she nodded lightly.
"Miss Fang'er?"
Tiehanhan Hebai looked at the young master inexplicably, but before he could get an explanation, he received a fierce glare from Wan Congfang.
