As soon as these words came out, Wang Qingquan's pupils shrank obviously violently. Although Qinglian couldn't see it, she could guess the huge shock in his heart from the slight trembling on his body.
Wang Qingquan knew that it was not unusual for Yibian Mountain to have three or two great masters living within its radius of thousands of miles, but if a master from the Soul Returning Realm wanted to hide, not everyone would be able to discover it.
Seeing that this little demon, who was only at the Hundred Meridians Realm, actually knew Yi Qing's name. The most important thing was that she just blurted out that Yi Qing was killed, which made him feel extremely sad. Shocking.
Even he himself didn't know whether Yi Qing died or was killed, which meant that Qinglian not only knew the location of the wooden house, but also probably knew Yi Qing.
After passing through the front and back, Wang Qingquan suddenly thought of the talisman on his body and thought to himself:
"She just mentioned the treasures of the monks in the Guiling Realm, right?"
Thinking of this, he did not immediately answer the girl's question, but instead asked:
"Who are you anyway?"
"You have already said it yourself, I am just an ordinary little goblin. You haven't answered my question yet, Senior Wang."
After thinking for a while, Wang Qingquan still felt that the enchantress Qinglian should have some connection with Yi Qing, but now was not the time for the prisoner to ask questions, so he could only continue to answer:
"I don't know who killed him, because when we found out, Senior Yi had already been buried behind the wooden house."
Immediately afterwards, the girl asked again without any time to think:
"Did you collect the corpses in the village?"
This time, Wang Qingquan fell silent for a rare moment, because the girl's question clearly touched a deep concern in his heart, and it was something he absolutely did not want to think about.
But this time, regarding Wang Qingquan's silence, the girl seemed to have no intention of continuing to ask any more questions. As if silence was the answer she wanted to get, she could only hear her whispering as softly as a mosquito:
"I hope Yunlang is safe."
The next moment, Wang Qingquan felt a roar in the divine palace, as if thousands of shackles made of thunder were binding his soul. He felt a pain in the back of his head, and then fell into boundless darkness with questions in his heart.
When he woke up again, he didn't know how long he had slept. He really didn't expect that he could survive.
Although the half-demon Qinglian didn't seem to be a cannibal, the violent trembling of his soul at the end really gave him a fear of death.
"It feels so good to be alive. I don't know the origin and whereabouts of this half-demon. It's really a headache."
After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Qingquan discovered that except for the word "Qinglian", he knew nothing about her identity, and he didn't even know what kind of alien form she was.
It was really embarrassing to be thrown into my grandma's house by such a little demon cultivator in the Hundred Meridians realm who had my Dantian sealed and my soul banned.
After carefully looking at himself up and down, left and right, Wang Qingquan finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, except for a stab wound on his neck that was only half an inch away from an artery, there were no other wounds, and all the toxins in his body had dissipated. What a blessing among misfortunes.
Then he suddenly discovered that there was a line of beautiful small characters and two yellowed talismans on the ground in front of him.
"Senior Wang, the injury on your neck is a small punishment. I should punish you for the crime of spying. However, since you have no ill intentions and are still cooperative, these two talismans will be given to senior as compensation. Yours sincerely, Qinglian."
Seeing words is like seeing people, there are only a few crosses, and the domineering and arbitrary contained in them can be seen, but there is also a hint of implicit gratitude and respect. Wang Qingquan was speechless when he saw it.
What is this all about? It was obviously you who made the first move, but in the end it seemed like I was the bad guy. This is the only time in my life that I have seen such a arrogant and arrogant little girl.
"Even the Three Days and Four Factions, and even those secluded families who have not left the world for thousands of years, have never heard of such a Rakshasa Girl? Could it be that she is the illegitimate daughter left by the ancestor of the demon clan in Kyushu?"
Thinking of this, Wang Qingquan quickly picked up the two yellowed talismans, and after careful inspection, he finally discovered the clue.
There was an unyielding sword intent in this talisman. It was obvious that it came from the sword cultivation sect. Reminiscent of the words of the young girl just now, he became more certain about his previous guess and said to himself:
"Eighty percent of it was given to her by Yi Qing."
Looking up in the direction of the Liangren Village ruins for a long time, Wang Qingquan suddenly felt extremely powerless.
Although he is a high-ranking monk in the Concentration Realm, crushing all low-level ones, his experience today made him deeply feel his own insignificance.
Nonsense, I am about to step into the wind control realm with half a foot, but now I am being fooled around by an ant who is only in the Hundred Meridians realm, and is also the beloved disciple of the prestigious "Qingtian Sword". I really have no face to face my mentor!
But what is even smaller than small?
Wang Qingquan never thought that he would die in the hands of an ant. If Qinglian hadn't been inexperienced in the world and didn't know the meaning of cutting the grass, he might never have heard anyone call him senior.
Suddenly, for some reason, he thought of the dead Yi Qing, a master in the spirit realm. That was the person he used to be, no, even he could only admire him now!
But now?
Yi Qing was lying coldly in that lonely grave, but he was still alive and well. There was only a deserted grave to accompany him, and at least he had a big yard with a large family living in it.
Then, Wang Qingquan thought about his wife and children, as well as the vegetables grown in his backyard and the tea grown by his wife. These all had to wait for him to go back and take care of them.
All these things seem to need to be touched and felt by oneself, instead of thinking about life and death games, the level of cultivation, and the general trend of the world all day long.
Suddenly, Wang Qingquan raised the corner of his mouth and started laughing, but then he frowned and frowned, because he thought of his so-called persistence again, and his expression changed rapidly like a hysterical patient.
Finally, Lao Wang took a deep look in the direction of Yiren Mountain and whispered softly:
"I can only wish you peace here."
After saying that, Wang Qingquan seemed to become more free and easy, abandoning all kinds of thoughts in his mind, then carefully put the two talismans in his arms and walked home.
The pace was relaxed, and I don't know if it was the joy of surviving the disaster, nor did I know who he was talking about you.
Wang Qingquan chose to go north back to the city, but Qinglian chose to go south to the ancestral land of the demon clan. At this time, she was sitting alone by a shallow stream, washing the blood on her feet alone.
The originally crystal clear stream was quickly dyed red. Fortunately, the stream was fast. After a while, the blood was washed downstream, and her bare feet turned into a spotless and light girl.
Just after Qinglian left Liangren Village and entered Shiwanda Mountain, she encountered several groups of monks attacking her almost every day. The frequency of encountering human monks was actually much more than in the human realm.
Along the way, if she hadn't been possessing many pills and magic weapons, she might have been caught by human monks.
Most of these human monks had cultivation levels below the Yuan Hua realm. With their innate survival instincts and combat talents, Qinglian either hid or killed, causing countless bloody storms along the way.
Even if she encounters high-level monks in the Concentration Realm, relying on the "miscellaneous things" Yi Qing left for her, the little fox demon is not afraid at all below the Wind Control Realm. It can be said that she meets gods and kills gods, and meets Buddhas.
The Wind Control Realm is expressly prohibited by the Heavenly Guard City from attacking the low-level demon cultivators in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and it is even more difficult to penetrate into the ancestral land of the demon clan. Just like the high-level demon cultivators in Kyushu must pass through if they want to enter human towns. Strict review in general.
As for the Guiling Realm, at the request of all parties, even free movement within Kyushu is restricted, let alone entering the ancestral land of the demon clan. Therefore, although she has experienced fierce battles several times, she can actually bring Qinglian There are not many humans whose lives are in danger.
Of course, if she really encounters a powerful person in the spirit-returning realm, she can only sit back and wait for death. If she is in the wind-controlling realm, she can escape with the help of magic weapons.
It was also after this experience that Qinglian became more aware of Wang Qingquan's noble character. Because although Lao Wang is a bit cowardly and timid, he is indeed a gentleman at heart. Although he looks at her with lust, he will be suppressed by reason immediately. This is already very commendable.
But in Shiwanda Mountain, the monks who attacked her were completely different from Old Wang.
The eyes of these human monks are full of unsightly evil thoughts. Each one of them has a ferocious appearance, even more terrifying than the green-faced and fanged monsters. They trample the so-called moral bottom line to pieces, and there is no humanity at all.
After all, except for humans themselves, all living creatures here are their enemies.
The monks who pushed from the border of Qingxutian to the hinterland of the demon clan were not only members of the Qingxutian sect, but also a large number of casual cultivators and other sects who came to fight against the autumn wind.
The monks in Qingxutian's own sect were better off, after all, they were smaller and of higher quality, but the others were really just raping, raping, and committing all kinds of evil.
After the monsters take shape, they are no different from humans. They have towns, residences, men, women, old and young, and joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
But these monks completely ignored the cries of demons or half-demon. They killed all those who could be killed, took the inner elixir, skin, bones and blood on the spot, and then retreated directly. With such behavior, who is the evil heretic preached by humans?
And their actions can be said to be inseparably closely related to Qingxutian's indulgence!
The more she saw this kind of human tragedy, the more Qinglian missed her lover who held her in his arms and cared for her carefully. Although her lover always thought that she was just a little fox, a pet that he rescued casually, she didn't care about it at all.
Even her own name, Qinglian, had the same character as him.
Because as long as this happens, whenever someone calls her this way, even if she calls herself silently in her heart, that handsome and elegant young man, as warm as the spring breeze, will appear in front of her eyes.
Yes, Qinglian, also known as Alian, the white fox demon who was sealed by Yi Qing in an abandoned cave in Banren Mountain.
