"I've met fellow Taoist Qianli."
Li Qingjun bowed his hands.
"Sister Li, I have long admired you."
Qian Li returned the courtesy and smiled slightly: "My little girl doesn't like to be seen in public, so she hides her face and hides among the crowd. If there is any disrespect, please forgive me."
"It doesn't matter."
Li Qingjun waved his hand lightly, and after a casual politeness, he turned to say seriously: "I just heard from my Taoist friend that there is a way to stop these monks from fighting. Is this true?"
"Uh-huh."
Qian Li is naturally quiet, and her speaking voice is soft and waxy, tepid, giving people a soft and frail feeling, like a white begonia in bud:
"I have a spell that puts them to sleep."
Li Qingjun looked happy:
"Great Kindness, without further ado, please ask fellow Taoists to use their magical powers."
Qian Li nodded, raised his bare hands lightly, his jade fingers moved smartly, and the laws overflowed. Transparent silk threads stretched out like peeling silk and cocoons, passing through the backs of the monks' necks.
"Buzz."
Finally, a spiritual net was woven in the vast void. Qian Lihao's wrists shook. All the awakened people who were fighting froze and trembled. The next second, their eyelids gradually darkened.
"Clang."
Drowsiness swept over him, and the sound of soldiers falling to the ground kept coming. Not long ago, the cave, which was still raging with all kinds of magic, magical powers, and the light and shadow of swords, suddenly seemed peaceful.
"Sister, it's done."
Qian Li exhaled a long breath and gave Li Qingjun a gentle smile.
"Awesome, good method."
Li Qingjun looked Qian Li up and down and marveled: "Thanks to you, otherwise we would be in big trouble. Come back to the black-clothed guard and I'll treat you to dinner."
"No, no, I'm very stupid. It's because my father gave me powerful magical powers."
Qian Li lowered his head and stared at his toes. It was probably the first time he had been praised like this. He looked a little nervous and embarrassed, and his cheeks were also blushing from shyness.
The unparalleled elegance and beauty that bloomed in an instant were beyond compare. Even though Li Qingjun was used to seeing the discerning eyes of talented men and beauties, his heartbeat could not help but slow down.
She almost became emotional, and she was a woman: "By the way, isn't your relationship with your parents not very good? It seems that you have always been alone."
During this period, monks from five thousand years ago were awakening from their previous lives one after another. She had also asked Yi Qinglan before, if she had not witnessed the recognition of father and daughter in Changsheng Heaven.
No one knew at all that Qian Li was the heir of the legendary Emperor of Heaven.
Even in what was supposed to be a warm and harmonious scene, Chen Yi's facial features were shrouded in fairy light that day. I'm afraid even Qian Li herself didn't know what her father looked like in this life.
"Hmm... Actually, I can't say whether it's good or not."
Qian Li's expression suddenly became a little downcast. He held the hem of his skirt tightly with both hands and narrated in a low voice: "I was raised by a maid sister by my father's side."
"I heard from Sister Hongshe that my mother hated everything except my father, and my father was the kind of person who didn't want to live in the world and was devoted to the Tao, so..."
Speaking of this, she was obviously feeling extremely wronged, but she tried to force out a sweet smile, as if she was afraid that her emotions would cause trouble to others:
"But it doesn't matter. There are no parents in the world who don't love their children. I believe that as long as I persevere, I will be able to gain my mother's approval one day!"
"Qianli..."
Looking at Qian Li, whose eyes were unconsciously red, Li Qingjun hesitated to speak. In the end, he said nothing. He just stretched out his hand and pulled the girl's hair away from her ears:
"Do you have any...complaints against them?"
Qian Li shook his head without hesitation and said seriously:
"Your skin and hair is from your parents."
"My life was given by my mother, and my magical powers were taught by my father. Without them, I wouldn't be where I am today. What reason do I have to resent them?"
These words made Li Qingjun's motherly nature overflow.
He couldn't help but hug the girl in front of him, and his cold palms gently rubbed the weak waist, showing rare tenderness: "Good boy, good boy..."
She is quiet and kind. Although she desperately longs for her parents' love and service, she has never been dissatisfied even if she never had these.
She stubbornly believed that what she did must not be good enough. She never questioned her parents' love, even though she never enjoyed even one day of family happiness.
She is a girl who is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
"carp."
"If you don't mind it, just leave it alone and follow me back to Black Guards. We will burn incense and bathe, and we will marry Jinlan. From now on, you will be my Li Qingjun's biological sister!"
Two invitations, the first was polite, the second was sincere.
"OK."
Qian Li felt the kindness shown by the usually unkind black-clad commander, and accepted it readily. She rubbed his shoulder intimately and called out sweetly:
"elder sister!"
At this time, Yan Chixia, who had been silent for a long time, said in a very embarrassing tone:
"Ahem, what should I do with that thing?"
"You really don't understand style."
The ambiguous atmosphere that had been brewing was suddenly broken. Li Qingjun rolled her eyes speechlessly, but she also understood the importance of the matter and did not care about it:
"Any suggestions?"
"without…"
"The vitality emanating from this grass doesn't seem to be fake. Take it away first?
Yan Chixia frowned slightly: "Those ravings seem to have some ability to confuse people's hearts. I'm worried that they are evil things, so if they rashly bring out the ruins like this..."
