"Senior Sister, I didn't find anything strange in Yunling Town. I just heard that ghost cultivators were robbing and killing casual cultivators. I went to see the scene. It was not the magic method."
The deacon of Xiyue Peak named Zhen Feng had been to Yunling Town before and asked Shopkeeper Tong about the source of high-quality elixirs at Danfu Tower.
But he didn't find anything at that time, so he quickly returned to Zhenyang Sect.
At this moment, he was a little uneasy, wondering why the senior sister would come to me personally to inquire about such a trivial matter?
Just as she was thinking about it, she saw Ye Xiyue slowly raising her hand, her white and slender jade fingers holding a pill.
"Restore Soul Pill?" Zhenfeng recognized this pill at a glance, and then opened his eyes wide, a little surprised:
"The quality is extremely high, and the effectiveness is probably at least 30 to 40% higher than ordinary soul-reviving pills!"
Ye Xiyue's voice was still empty and without any fluctuation:
"This elixir also comes from Yunling Town."
Zhenfeng was puzzled: "Sister, what does this mean?"
Ye Xiyue turned around and continued to look in front of the cliff. An ethereal and ruthless voice floated over:
"Xia Qinglian is a spiritual planter. The quality of the spiritual grass she cultivates is beyond ordinary spiritual grass."
When he heard the name "Xia Qinglian", Zhenfeng's face froze and his voice trembled.
"Sister, you, you mean Xia Qinglian is not dead?"
After saying the last two words with difficulty, Zhenfeng's chest rose and fell slightly.
When the three major sects surrounded the Qinglian Sect, he was not qualified to enter the core battlefield and could only set up formations on the outside to prevent ordinary Demon Sect disciples from escaping.
At that time, several elders from the three major sects besieged the Holy Master of the Demon Sect and Xia Qinglian, and reached the range where Zhen Feng and others were setting up their formation.
Zhenfeng was "lucky" to be glanced at by Xia Qinglian. He felt like he was struck by lightning and spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot. If Xia Qinglian hadn't been forced back by the elders, Zhenfeng and the surrounding disciples would have been seriously injured.
Since then, Zhenfeng has often seen that sight in his dreams.
Every time I felt extremely frightened and tormented, as if I was being burned by the endless fire of karma in the eighteenth level of hell.
"centering."
An ethereal and plain voice came to his ears. Zhenfeng came back to his senses, already sweating profusely, and said quickly:
"Thank you, senior sister, for the tip."
Ye Xiyue still stood on the edge of the cliff and said calmly:
"Zhenfeng, the Monk's Spiritual Academy has recommended a few outer disciples. You can take them with you to Yunling Town for investigation."
"yes."
Zhenfeng hesitated for a moment and then said:
"Sister, if it's really Xia Qinglian."
Suddenly, strong winds blew up on the top of the peak, and the clouds and fog dispersed, revealing the main peak of Zhenyang Mountain that stretches straight into the sky above.
Ye Xiyue raised her head, her long black hair fluttering, and there was suddenly a bit of weird excitement in her ethereal voice:
"If it's really Xia Qinglian, I have something to ask her."
"Ah?" Zhenfeng was startled.
Ye Xiyue stopped talking. Zhenfeng knew the senior sister's temper, so he cupped her hands and retreated on his own.
The peak has returned to silence, with the mountain breeze blowing and the clouds and mist drifting.
"Hehe, I finally left."
Suddenly, a playful smile appeared on Ye Xiyue's frosty face. She took off her shoes and sat on the edge of the cliff, dangling her white feet in the air.
There was also cheerful laughter coming from his mouth.
The dignified and elegant elder sister of the Zhenyang Sect, whom everyone was in awe of, suddenly turned into a lively and naughty little girl.
"I'm so suffocated that I can finally come out."
The smile on Ye Xiyue's face froze, then returned to coldness:
"What are you doing? Who asked you to come out?!"
The next moment, her mouth pouted and her cute smile appeared again:
"Keke, Ye Xiyue, why are you so weak? A mere red lotus killing array can hurt you. If you don't have enough spiritual power to lock me up, why can't I come out to let you go?"
Ye Xiyue took a deep breath and said coldly: "If you come out again, don't blame me for being rude!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her mouth opened and turned into a cute and lively voice:
"Why are you so rude? You secretly practiced forbidden arts and became possessed, and then you gave birth to me. You are an immortal body, and I am a demon fetus. What can you do to me? Geez!"
That cute smile suddenly turned weird, and his voice was charming and wild:
"By the way, don't those old perverts from Wufeng all want to practice dual cultivation with your ice spirit body? If you don't give your body to me, I will turn them all into my cauldron, harvesting yang and replenishing yin. Ye Shengge, I guarantee that you will enjoy the ultimate happiness on earth, how about it?"
"Shut up!!"
Ye Xiyue clenched her fists, and her chest rose and fell. Half of her face was like a fairy, dignified and cold, while the other side was weird and cute.
"Ye Xiyue, don't think that I don't know what you want to do with Xia Qinglian. Her Xuanbing Fire Demonic Skill can be practiced reversely to separate the demon fetus. You want to drive me out of your body, right?"
"But have you ever thought about it? If you and I are really separated, will it be you or me who can stay in this body? Geez!"
"You, shut up!!"
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Ye Xiyue's mouth, and the weird smile on half of her face finally disappeared.
She put on her shoes quietly and stood up straight.
With a face like frost and long hair like a waterfall, she has turned back into the cold-fairy-like elder sister of the Zhenyang Sect.
No one can see her secret.
Three thousand years ago, the founder of the Zhenyang Sect ascended to heaven and left behind a martial art.
It's just that the ancestor has strict orders that no one is allowed to practice this technique.
There are several generations of Zhenyang Sect leaders and countless talented disciples, and no one dares to disobey him.
But Ye Xiyue was the most talented disciple since the Zhenyang Sect was founded.
Others dare not practice, but she dares.
So, one night three years ago, Ye Xiyue entered the Tianjin Pavilion, took one look, and memorized this technique in her heart.
Then he began to practice secretly.
This forbidden technique is indeed very beneficial to practice. In a short period of time, Ye Xiyue's cultivation level has increased dramatically, even surpassing her master Sang Yue.
But it also caused some changes in Ye Xiyue's body.
Finally one day, a demon fetus was born in her body.
During the trip to Tianlu Mountain, Ye Xiyue was seriously injured and could not suppress the demon fetus. The situation where the immortal body and demon fetus shared their body has been seen more and more often.
Only by finding the Xuanbing Lihuo Demonic Skill of Qinglian Sect, can the demon fetus be completely separated from his own body.
"Xia Qinglian, I hope you are not dead."
One month later.
Narrow Rain Alley.
bedroom.
Qin Gengyun sat cross-legged on the bed, his body lighting up from time to time. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes.
[Cultivation: Sixth level of Qi training, 1/3000]
[Skill: Level 3 Alchemist, 5/1000]
[Spiritual roots: middle-grade fire-type spiritual roots (681/1000), medium-grade ice-type spiritual roots (693/1000)]
He turned his head towards Qiu Zhihe, who was lying on his side with his back to him, and said:
"Zhihe, I have advanced to the sixth level of Qi training!"
Qiu Zhihe hummed, the faint blush still lingering on her small round face.
Recently, Qin Gengyun's working time has been stable at around two hundred breaths, and as his skills become more and more proficient, Qiu Zhihe needs a while to calm down after each working session.
At this time, hearing Qin Gengyun's delighted voice, Qiu Zhihe said calmly:
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Tonight is the day when Qin Gengyun goes to Yunling Mountain to learn fighting skills.
In the past month, Qin Gengyun has almost mastered "Earthline Killing" and "Golden Python Divine Fist".
Now that my cultivation level has reached the sixth level of qi training, I would like to have a good practice with my master tonight.
Qin Gengyun smiled and said, "Madam, I'm leaving then."
Qiu Zhihe was startled, turned over, and said coldly: "What did you call me?"
Qin Gengyun said: "I call you my wife!"
Qiu Zhihe looked at him without saying anything, Qin Gengyun said quickly:
"Zhihe, how about this? I'm going to spar with Master again tonight. If I can hit Master, you agree to let me call you my wife, how about that?"
Then he added: "Don't worry, I will never deceive you. If I don't succeed in hitting Master, I will never lie."
Qiu Zhihe suddenly sneered: "Okay."
Qin Gengyun was overjoyed: "Zhihe, did you agree? Okay, wait until I come back!"
After saying that, he happily walked out the door.
Qiu Zhihe stood up, and the quilt covering her body slipped off, revealing her soft curves wearing only underwear. Her long hair moved freely without wind, her figure gradually became taller, and her legs became slender.
The pair of long legs could not be covered by the obscene pants, revealing a large area of white leg muscles, as beautiful as brocade and jade, which was dazzling.
The next moment, this beautiful scenery was covered by a red dress.
Qiu Zhihe has always been quite resistant, but only forced himself to act in order to restore his cultivation.
But during this time, she seemed to feel the happiness of being in harmony with each other.
Therefore, more and more spiritual energy is absorbed.
If this continues, we will soon be able to return to foundation building.
However, she was seriously injured by Ye Xiyue and Su Hongling. These two people were extremely vicious and planted their immortal marks in her body.
When the cultivation level is low, this mark is okay. When it reaches the late stage of foundation building, these two vicious marks will occur.
It won't endanger life or cultivation, but it will make people miserable.
If things go on like this, it won't harm the body, but it will easily break the Taoist heart.
At that point, there may be only one way.
Restored to Xia Qinglian's body and practiced with Qin Gengyun.
But, how to prevent him from knowing his identity?
After half a stick of incense.
Yunling Mountain.
"Master, I have already reached the sixth level of Qi training. I will definitely hit Master once today!"
Qin Gengyun was talking to the tall and plump master.
Xia Qinglian said coldly: "So what if I get hit?"
Qin Gengyun raised his head with excitement on his face: "I made a bet with my wife. If I can hit you today, my wife will promise me something very important."
"Is it something important?"
Xia Qinglian was a little confused for a moment.
Is it important to him to call me "lady"?
"Master, this disciple has been offended!"
Just as she was thinking about it, Qin Gengyun had already attacked her.
Bang bang bang!
ah!
Collisions and screams continued. Qin Gengyun's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he was still full of energy. He was knocked down again and again, and he attacked his master again and again.
He went to such lengths to call me "lady"
Xia Qinglian was knocked back a step
He actually did.
Qin Gengyun was stunned, and quickly raised his hands and said: "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean it! Ah! Master, please calm down, disciple!"
For a moment, screams echoed through the snowy woods.
(End of chapter)
