Gu Qing looked at Fei Qingying with calm eyes.
Big opportunity?
This woman had a grudge against him, and she was just trying to tease him, not to mention that even if there was any chance, it had nothing to do with him at this time.
He has been delayed for more than half a month and must set off for Yan State.
"Not interested in."
Gu Qing responded coldly.
He bypassed Fei Qingying and went straight out of Yunke Lai Restaurant.
Fei Qingying’s expression froze.
The kind smile on her face faded and she stood alone.
Feeling inexplicably disappointed in her heart, she turned around in a daze, trying to find Gu Qing's back, but the hall on the first floor where Yun Ke came was crowded with people, and Gu Qing had already gone.
A trace of resentment spread in her heart.
Is she so annoying that people want to avoid her?
"Senior Sister Qingying, what are you doing here?"
A low voice came from the side.
Fei Qingying turned around and looked.
Qin Lan, a fellow disciple with a handsome face, was walking slowly towards her direction with several other fellow disciples.
Qin Lan is one of the most popular inner disciples of Chen Guoyang Gu Sect in recent years. He has been a disciple for only ten years and has already reached the eleventh level of Qi Refining.
Fei Qingying suppressed the disappointment in her heart.
She said calmly: "Junior Brother Qin doesn't need to worry about it."
With that said, she turned around and walked upstairs.
The smile on Qin Lan's handsome face did not change. He took a deep look at Fei Qingying's leaving figure. He withdrew his gaze and continued to chat and laugh with his fellow disciples who were surrounding him.
…
Gu Qing walked out of Yunke's arrival and started walking around Xiuzhen Dafang.
The reason why he avoided contact with Fei Qingying was very simple.
Many times, hate and love are the same feeling. They will hold a person in their heart until they encounter some opportunity, and then the two poles will reverse. Fei Qingying has had too much contact with him. When she was in Liujishan In the evil cultivator's cage, this woman was too close to him. The resentment at this time was nothing more than the slap he gave her back then, and it would not be resolved until it could be resolved.
Once this resentment is resolved, trouble will ensue.
If love arises, it will be a waste of effort and not what he wants.
After walking a few hundred steps, Gu Qing stopped in front of a shop selling spiritual weaving products. He pondered for a moment and walked into the shop.
In the shop, all kinds of glorious spiritual weaving products are circulating, making the small shop look like a dream. A very plump beauty is wearing extremely simple clothes, exposing a large area of snow-white skin, twisting He came forward with his hips swaying.
"What does this guest want?"
The beauty asked softly, looking at Gu Qing with charming eyes.
His figure with icy muscles and jade bones is looming, his eyebrows are a little red, and his smooth cheeks are lightly powdered and flawless.
Gu Qing's expression did not change.
He glanced briefly at the store.
At this time, in the shop, besides Gu Qing, there were several monks who kept looking at this beauty with coveted eyes. The one with the highest level of cultivation was an old man who looked like he was about to die. layer.
"Cheaper cassocks don't have to have anything special, they just have the features of being dust-repellent and not easily damaged."
Gu Qing looked directly at this beauty and spoke calmly.
This beauty's name is Su Xin, and she has been running this shop for many years.
After Su Xin heard this, she nodded towards Gu Qing and led the way: "This guest, please come here with me to have a look."
Gu Qing followed her closely.
He looked at the beauty's jade body, which was like bones lying on the ground, without any movement.
"What do the guests think of these?"
Su Xin led Gu Qing through a narrow corridor, and when she came to the back of the store, she pointed at a wall and spoke to Gu Qing.
Gu Qing looked up.
On the wall in front of him, there were almost ten robes of various colors hanging. He looked at them a few times and selected a pure black robe. He spent 400 low-grade spiritual stones and bought two of them, throwing them aside frequently. The charming beauty turned a blind eye and left the shop.
Outside the shop, Gu Qing glanced sideways behind him.
This woman is not simple.
He could not sense the specific cultivation level of this woman. He could only sense the subtle fluctuations of spiritual power in this woman.
After more than ten breaths, Gu Qing left Xiuzhenfang City.
He came to the entrance of Xiuzhenfang City, stepped on it, and turned into a ball of white light and flew away towards the setting sun in the distance.
Before returning to the area of Wind Valley, Gu Qing found a place with dense trees, pressed down the escape light, revealing his body. He quickly put on a black robe, and used the fire bomb technique to burn the tattered black clothes he had just taken off into flying objects. Hui, we have to continue on our way.
A gray bird flew towards him with flapping wings.
He turned into a ball of white light and avoided it calmly.
Just when he dived a few feet, about to soar into the sky, a clear and melodious voice sounded in his ears.
"Gu Qing, you don't know how to salute your master when you see him!"
The sound was so sudden that Gu Qing froze.
Gu Qing looked back and looked at the gray bird that had landed on a branch, its big eyes showing human dissatisfaction.
"Master?"
He was a little surprised and tried to send a message to the gray bird.
"Hmph." The gray bird raised its neck, twisted its tail with few feathers, and snorted crisply. Then it flew to Gu Qing's shoulder, slapped twice with its paws, and moved its beak slightly. The crisp sound was transmitted again. In Gu Qing's ears, "I, your master, will follow you from now on."
Gu Qing's expression was a little strange.
He thought for a while, then took out the bell magic weapon and released the Dragon-backed Goshawk. As soon as the silly eagle came out of the bell magic weapon, it chirped and flapped its wings, and the surrounding area was filled with dust.
Gu Qing ducked onto the eagle's back and sat cross-legged.
His eyes looked over his shoulder. At this moment, the beak of the bird was moving slightly, as if it was transmitting sound to the Dragon-backed Goshawk.
The dragon-backed goshawk's dark yellow vertical pupils flashed with confusion.
Originally, the owner finally let it out once, and it was about to flap its wings and flip around in joy. But as the voice rang in its ears, it couldn't help but obey. The impulse to let out the joy in its heart faded away, and it took off very gently towards the sky. Fly far away.
While Gu Qing was sizing up Gray Bird, Gray Bird was also sizing up Gu Qing.
It was not until two hours later that the Dragon-backed Goshawk flew out of the Return Wind Valley and landed in front of the rolling sandstorm layer.
"May I ask this master, why do you want to follow me?"
Gu Qing was the first to ask.
"Ancestor's order."
The gray bird's beak moves slightly.
"Ancestor's order?" Gu Qing frowned slightly. The only person from the Xianhe sect who could be called an ancestor was the old monster who formed pills.
The gray bird glanced at Gu Qing, a humanized look of contempt flashed in its eyes, and then its pointed beak trembled slightly again: "Don't worry, I am the suppressing spirit beast of the Xianhe Sect, and I will protect you from now on. You, please walk sideways inside the door, by the way, I always keep a low profile, from now on, Mr. Gu, you can just call me Hongling, you don’t have to call me master all the time."
Gu Qing's expression became even weirder.
He looked at the vast sand curtain in front of him, took out the bell magic weapon and put away the dragon-backed goshawk. He reached out calmly, took the red caltrop from his shoulder, and threw it to the side.
Hong Ling's eyes were stunned for a moment, and the whole bird was thrown into a tree hole on the wind-sanded tree trunk.
Gu Qing's figure turned into a ball of white light and escaped into the vast sand curtain.
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"No matter what this bird says is credible or not, you cannot let it follow me." Gu Qing took out a yellow wind talisman from the space of the stone tablet, activated it and patted it on his chest. The white light suddenly turned into a deep yellow color, and suddenly He escaped several thousand feet.
He flew away in the sandstorm layer, flying close to the ground, climbing over each and every one without seeing any green sand dunes. This time, in the sandstorm layer hundreds of miles outside the wind valley, the situation was even worse than the yellow sky in Tianbei County in summer. Sand, even worse.
Therefore, there are no mortal creatures in this sandstorm layer.
Not to mention ordinary people, even some first-order monsters cannot survive in this sandstorm layer hundreds of miles thick. Only a few special first-order monsters and second-order monsters can survive in this sandstorm layer hundreds of miles thick. Survive the sandstorm layer.
This sandstorm layer of hundreds of miles is also one of the training places for the disciples of the three Immortal Sects in Huifeng Valley. It is divided into three areas.
The first area has almost no monster activity. It is also the part where cultivators walk in and out of the Return Wind Valley. The route Gu Qing is taking naturally belongs to this area.
The second area is the area where some special first-order monsters move, and the third area is the territory of the second-order monsters.
The hundreds of miles of sandstorm layer in the Return Wind Valley surrounds the entire Return Wind Valley. Due to the underground spiritual veins in the Return Wind Valley, the spiritual energy in this sandstorm layer is much richer than the outside world, but it is also more violent. The monsters in the sandstorm layer often have the characteristics of being physically strong and controlling the wind and sand.
At this moment, Gu Qingfei's fleeing figure suddenly stopped.
He looked at the yellow sand rushing in front of him, capturing the bloody smell in the sand with his consciousness. Under the brilliance of the Yellow Wind Talisman, his expression became a little more surprised.
The Xuehua Sword was unsheathed. He lowered his body and galloped forward at a faster speed. After half a breath, the two confronting figures appeared in front of him.
The person lying on the ground who was more than half buried by the wind and sand was clearly one of the three similar-looking junior brothers who were on Yunzhou on the mountain of the Xiang family when he returned from Huaining County. He had also met with him when he first arrived at Foreign Affairs Peak. We have met this person before, but unfortunately now that we meet again, this person has been upgraded and cut off.
The two figures confronting each other, one is a young man with a dull face, whose cultivation is at the fifth level of Qi Refining. His face is full of murderous intent, and his staring eyes are full of bloodshot eyes.
The man opposite him was covered in black robes, and his face could not be seen clearly. His cultivation was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. There was a blood-colored ravine on his chest. On top of the standing figure, his chest had no rise and fall.
This black-robed cultivator at the seventh level of Qi refining is dead.
There were several magical weapons with dim light scattered around.
Gu Qing's arrival attracted the attention of the dull young man.
"Senior Brother Gu..."
The dull young man's pupils shrank and he exclaimed in a low voice.
Gu Qing keenly felt that the dull young man in front of him had a hint of murderous intention towards him. With a half-smiling look on his face, he put the unsheathed Snow Flower Sword back into its scabbard.
His gaze seemed to glance at the sand curtain behind him inadvertently.
Several black-clothed figures who had just arrived here trembled when they noticed Gu Qing's presence. They quickly retreated and disappeared from Gu Qing's senses in the blink of an eye.
The dull young man breathed a sigh of relief, stared at Gu Qing tightly, tensed his body, and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Gu, for the rescue. Zhou Lian is grateful."
Gu Qing sheathed the Snow Flower Sword and glanced at the several magical weapons on the ground.
Zhou Lian, a dull young man, tensed up.
"Senior Brother Gu can take whatever items he likes. Even if he takes them all, Junior Brother will never complain." Zhou Lian said.
Gu Qing's eyes were fixed on the dull young man.
"No need, Junior Brother Zhou Lian should clean up quickly. Gu has important matters, so he will stay here soon." He said this, and his figure turned into a ball of dark yellow light and disappeared from Zhou Lian's eyes. , Zhou Lian's tight figure slowly relaxed.
Looking up to the direction where Gu Qing left, Zhou Lian was speechless.
After half a breath, Zhou Lian lowered his head.
He first collected the corpse of his senior brother who was half buried by the wind and sand, and then collected the scattered magic weapons on the ground. Then he took a few steps forward and kicked down the dead man in black robe, and plundered his body. Finally, he cleaned up the scene in an orderly manner, placed a few magical talismans on his chest, and flew away in a direction slightly deviating from the direction Gu Qing left.
