Because his cultivation was two realms higher than the other party, Lao Wang accepted her courtesy calmly and did not lose his composure because of her beauty or temperament.
He is also a high-level monk in the Concentration Realm who has lived for hundreds of years. He still has this kind of concentration. He heard the girl's voice ask calmly, without the slightest fear in her tone:
"I wonder why senior showed up?"
The girl in green lowered her eyes slightly and did not look directly at Wang Qingquan. This was a kind of courtesy from a junior to an elder. This move really made Wang Qingquan's good impression of the girl even better. I saw him smile slightly and said kindly:
"I am Wang Qingquan, the leader of the monks stationed in Qianzhong City. I am patrolling the territory. I met the girl by chance. There is no need to panic."
Although Wang Qingquan has not stated his intention for the time being, anyone can hear the kindness in his words.
But after the girl nodded calmly, she put on a beautiful smile on her face, as if it were a snow-capped mountain that had been difficult to melt for thousands of years, which made Wang Qingquan a little incomprehensible.
He always smiles when there is no one around, but becomes more frozen when there are people around him. Could it be that he looks like a bad guy? So he simply stopped explaining and went straight to the point:
"To tell you the truth, girl, this ruins used to be called Liangren Village. Do you know?"
"Know."
Wang Qingquan couldn't see anything strange about the girl's unhurried answer, so he had to say again:.
"About three years ago, all the mortals here were slaughtered by a group of monks with unknown origins. No chickens or dogs were left. Afterwards, we conducted many investigations but found nothing. Therefore, I often come here to see if I can find anything. Useful clues, after all, this happened in our Qingxu Tian territory, it is really a shame for the sect."
The girl didn't seem to be interested in this, and still just nodded lightly, as if the word massacre, which was full of strong blood smell, had no impact on him. This made Wang Qingquan feel doubtful again, thinking:
"Since you are indifferent to what happens here, what are you looking for?"
With full of confusion, Wang Qingquan still asked the question he was most concerned about, because he concluded that the girl must have discovered something, otherwise she would not show that satisfied look:
"It seems like the girl has been here for a while. May I ask if you have discovered anything?"
The girl lowered her head when she heard the words, as if she was thinking. After a long while, she slowly raised her head and looked directly at Wang Qingquan, who was taller than her and had a cultivation level thousands of times stronger than her, and asked coldly. road:
"Why should I tell you?"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Qingquan suddenly became a little angry and said to himself:
"My seniors in the Concentration Realm are so friendly to you, a little demon from the Hundred Meridians Realm whose origins are unknown. How come you are so ignorant of appreciation? You can fall out faster than turning the pages of a book."
But before he could open his mouth to reprimand, the girl actually said indifferently:
"As a senior, you are not only hiding in the dark to spy on me, a weak woman, but now you are blocking my way. Do you think I have found some valuable treasure in these ruins? Or are you coveting my beauty? Besides, you haven't asked me until now. If you take my name, have you already planned to kill me and silence me?"
This splashing of dirty water almost made Wang Qingquan spit out a mouthful of blood.
He was hiding aside because he was obviously afraid that his cultivation in the Concentration Realm would scare you, so he didn't dare to show up suddenly, and he didn't know what method the other party used to be able to sense his existence.
How pitiful, his inquiry really just wanted to know if the little banshee had discovered any clues to the murder. This was related to the reputation of the entire Qingxu Tian!
Regarding the matter of the girl’s name, Wang Qingquan felt that he had been extremely wronged and thought:
"According to your wishes, I want to jump out and ask your little lady's name? Why don't you think you are a flower picker and slap me to death?"
But before it was Wang Qingquan's turn to speak, murderous intent began to appear faintly in the girl's purple eyes, which made him feel even more helpless and ridiculous, so he quickly said:
"Hey little goblin, don't be impulsive. You are no match for me. I also want to kill you. I just want to ask..."
But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the girl with a cold voice:
"Hmph, you want to kill me? Are you finally telling the truth? You men are really not good people!"
Lao Wang was immediately scratching his head and scratching his head and was about to cry without tears. This was all nonsense. He really just wanted to ask a question. He was a gentleman!
But when he was about to open his mouth to refute, he found that his tongue seemed a little numb. The experienced man immediately noticed that something was wrong, so he quickly used his skills to raise his spiritual power.
"late!"
Hearing a slight scolding from the girl in green, the moment Wang Qingquan was about to raise his hand, a yellow talisman hit his Dantian in an instant.
Suddenly, an unparalleled spiritual power completely blocked Lao Wang's Dantian in the blink of an eye. He was horrified and frightened, but he was helpless and fell down in great sorrow. He couldn't even use his spiritual power to remove the poison. Too late.
"What kind of talisman is this that is so domineering?"
Feeling the intense spiritual power emanating from the talisman, Wang Qingquan felt that his Dantian felt as if thousands of swords were pointing directly at him, like a gleam on his back.
Later, the depressed Wang Qingquan found that the numbness in his tongue receded like a tide, and the unknown toxin in his body began to dissipate so quickly.
He even had the illusion that he had been poisoned by the perspiration medicine used by mortals? With rich experience in fighting enemies, after he noticed that his body was recovering, he prepared to tear open the talisman on his lower abdomen without saying a word.
But at this moment, the girl's voice came into his ears again, but this time the tone no longer had the sweet and waxy tone unique to the girl.
All that is left is the boundless coldness and ferociousness, which is no less terrifying than the ghostly sounds in the netherworld:
"Senior Wang, if you move again, your head will say goodbye to your body."
He saw that the girl was holding a light short knife with a sudden cold light. She did not know when it appeared behind him. The short knife was placed exactly between his neck and shoulder. A drop of bright red blood had already slipped on the blade. .
Wang Qingquan has been practicing for hundreds of years and is a master who is about to enter the wind control realm. Although he has fallen behind a lot in recent decades, he can still rank high among the younger generation of Qingxutian.
But he never dreamed that he would suffer a big loss from a little demon girl who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she was only at the Hundred Meridians Realm. The loss was so clean, simple and quick.
If he hadn't already had a wife and children, he would have even wanted to wipe his neck with the girl's short knife. This would be extremely embarrassing.
"What do you want?"
Even though Wang Qingquan had advanced cultivation, he did not dare to move when his dantian was blocked. Instead, he quickly calmed himself down and asked in a deep voice.
"Senior Wang, you don't need to make any more plans to delay time. To be honest with you, although this talisman is simple, it is refined by the power of Guiling Realm. I don't know the name, but it must be easy to suppress your Dantian. .Listen! Like you, I just want to ask a few questions, that's all."
With the girl's pleasant voice lingering in his ears, Wang Qingquan, who calmed down, had already thought about where he had failed.
What paralyzed him must have been the faint fragrance that the girl's body exuded before. This strange toxin should have very little damage to the high-level monks, so it only paralyzed him for a moment.
However, this witch only used it for a moment, and she easily subdued her, a monk in the Concentration Realm. Even though she borrowed external power that did not belong to her, she was very resourceful and ruthless.
"Hmph, how could a treasure from the Guiling Realm appear in the hands of a little demon like you, who only has the cultivation level of the Hundred Meridians Realm? You can kill or cut it up as you please, so why should you humiliate me?"
It’s really no wonder that Wang Qingquan feels humiliated. If you win, I’ll forget it. Why bother bringing up some powerful person from the spirit-returning realm? Do you want to save some face for me, or are you deliberately mocking me?
Just listen to the girl in green exhale and say:
"This little girl is new to the world. It can be said that your senior is one of the few monks I have seen. And I can't see through your cultivation at all. I guess you are at least a monk above the Yuan Hua realm. You can't get close without using this method. Your body. The fact that I have told you so much but not killed you shows that you still have value, but if you make me feel that you have no value, maybe you will not be my senior."
The girl did not dwell too much on the matter of Gui Lingjing's treasure. She paused, then spoke calmly and calmly:
"Senior, you can call me Qinglian. Please tell me, senior, what do you know about the massacre of Liangren Village?"
After saying that, the girl patted Wang Qingquan's shoulder leisurely, signaling him to relax, but the short knife in her hand moved closer to his artery.
This move immediately left Wang Qingquan speechless for a while. Since his back was to the girl named Qinglian, he couldn't see the expression on her face. After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth to answer:
"What do you want to know?"
"Senior, there is no need to be suspicious. I am not interested in the struggle in your human world or even the affairs between the two races. But since you agree, I will ask you politely, are there any survivors in Liangren Village?"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Qingquan immediately began to think, thinking that although this girl seemed to be experienced and steady, she was actually too immature. He asked her to ask questions, obviously because he wanted to find out more, but he was fooled immediately, which showed that she was really serious. Young and naive.
And her ruthless and decisive way of dealing with things and her extremely strong vigilance should be a sign of excessive self-preservation, and it is most likely a disguise for her new entry into the world.
The most important thing is, from what she just said, she clearly believes that the tragedy in Liangren Village was caused by the struggle of human monks. How did she know this?
In other words, what exactly does the word "struggle" refer to?
With lightning flashing in his mind, Wang Qingquan still planned to answer according to the girl's words to see if he could get some more information, so he said:
"I can't answer you accurately on this point, because when we arrived, this place was in ruins, but there was indeed no living person when we arrived."
Hearing this, the girl named Qinglian nodded slightly, seeming to agree with his answer. However, the faint fragrance coming from the flowing hair made Old Wang feel a chill again involuntarily, and he only heard her continue to ask. road:
"Do you know who killed Yi Qing?"
