The clouds have no intention to come out of Xiu, and the birds know when they are tired of flying.
When Lingchu once again stood under the tall mountain gate of Sanqing Dao Sect, his jade-like face was filled with joy.
The girl with open arms, water sleeves hanging down, bright wrists and jade hands, a slender waist, and a long green dress closed her eyes. Grab it
Long eyelashes covered her clear eyes, and her pale pink lips were raised.
Lingchu took a deep breath, and his face was filled with fresh spiritual power.
On the shoulders, the snow-white kitten imitated the actions of its owner, its pink nose twitched, its heterochromatic pupils blinked, and it raised its head and took a deep breath.
Aura, a long-lost strong aura.
Qingkong swung his tail happily as well, and his already pretty wings trembled subconsciously.
Zhenjun Duanyi stood with his hands behind his back, standing behind Lingchu, looking at his little apprentice and her spirit beast, their movements were vague, his face was calm and indifferent, and his heart secretly twitched.
Fortunately, my little apprentice is good-looking, otherwise he would look like this...
Shaking his head secretly, Zhenjun Duanyi walked into the sect first. Lingchu felt a gust of wind pass by his side. When he opened his eyes, he saw his master floating several feet away.
Not daring to delay, Lingchu bent his magatama-like clear eyes, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and walked towards the sect with a calm and indifferent look like his master.
"I've met Master!"
"Hello, uncle!"
The disciples of the Sanqing Dao Sect are very polite and polite. When the master and the disciple pass by, everyone under the foundation will address them respectfully.
Those on top of the foundation respectfully saluted Lord Duanyi.
As the True Lord of Nascent Soul, Duanyi Zhenjun looked like a master. Countless disciples saluted him along the way. Duanyi Zhenjun always had his eyebrows unmoved, his eyes were light, and he walked with his hands behind his back.
Lingchu didn't have the confidence of her master. Whenever someone greeted her and bowed, Lingchu would bend her eyes, smile, and respond with an extremely gentle nod, taking the trouble to do so.
She hadn't returned to the sect for a long time. Not only did she see the living disciples, but she also felt particularly friendly when she saw a tree raised in the sect.
After leading the master and disciple away, the disciples behind him gathered together in twos and threes and started whispering.
"Senior brother, are those two seniors from our sect? Who is the senior uncle in Tsing Yi?"
There was a young male disciple with a red face and a look of curiosity on his face.
The male disciple who heard the junior brother's question looked older. Hearing this, a trace of memory appeared on his face, "The one in purple clothes is Duanyi Zhenjun, the Yuan Ying elder from Neishan Taiqing. The one in green clothes Young girl, that is a famous existence among the disciples! Do the Ice Jade Shuangshu know?"
"Two ice jade girls?" The male disciple who asked was a little confused.
However, the disciple with pricked ears next to him exclaimed, "I know, I know! The two ice jade girls are the two female disciples with the highest qualifications and the most beautiful appearance in our Sanqing Dao Sect for hundreds of years! One is the ice beauty Zhan Tai Mingyue, One is the natural phantom spirit body, the jade beauty Yu Lingchu, and the immortal wood spirit root. Both of them, regardless of their talent or appearance, are rare to meet in a hundred years!"
The older senior brother nodded, with a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes. He and Bingyu were disciples of the same batch, but his qualifications were only mediocre. He was now in his thirties, and he was still stuck in Qi refining. At the peak level, I don’t know if I can successfully break through the foundation before forty.
Although the aura of Yu Lingchu who had just passed by had restrained, he did not deliberately hide it. That level was not weaker than the middle stage of foundation building, and perhaps he had already reached the late stage of foundation building.
Thinking of this, the older senior brother became even more silent.
The disciples nearby didn't know about this, but one of the female disciples suddenly showed a surprised look on her face, then turned around and left the place quickly, heading towards the disciples' residence.
The disciples who were there were still discussing.
"However, about five years ago, these two fell into the space crack. Many disciples thought that they were afraid of bad luck. Unexpectedly, they actually came back fine..."
"This is a good thing, but I think today's Sanqing secret report will definitely become popular."
"Yes, yes, I just don't know if the other of the Bingyu twins is fine. It would be a pity if something happens to her."
...
Lingchu didn't know about the discussion among the disciples from outside the mountain, but it did not escape the ears of Zhenjun Duanyi.
Zhenjun Duanyi listened with interest to the discussions of the disciples along the way, knowing that the return of his little disciple would be like a drop of water falling into the sea, causing no ripples.
For the ancient and large Sanqing Dao Sect, it was a pity to lose a genius disciple, but losing a talented disciple who was not successful was not a big deal.
Lingchu was just a foundation-building monk with too many variables.
The sect will take it seriously, but it won’t hold it in its palms.
Zhenjun Duanyi knew clearly that among the sect, the only ones who were really worried were the third generation of Taiqingshan.
There are also Lingchu’s own friends.
If one day, Lingchu reaches the golden elixir realm and becomes a true disciple of the sect, then the meaning will be different.
By that time, if Lingchu falls into space and collapses again, the sect may be shaken.
Zhenjun Duanyi suddenly thought of Si Bai, the first true disciple who also had an immortal spiritual root. Xi Xi Fantasy Novel Network 7huan.com Xi Xi
That is the sect’s treasure.
However, Duanyi Zhenjun turned to look at the smiling young apprentice, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. In her heart, her apprentice was the precious one.
News in the Immortal Sect is transmitted quickly but also slowly.
High-level monks already know it as soon as their spiritual consciousness passes by.
The disciples with low cultivation level were much slower.
When Lingchu followed his master Duanyi Zhenjun back to the main hall in Taiqing Mountain, he saw two senior brothers standing outside the main hall, one on the left and one on the right.
His clear and transparent eyes instantly curved.
"Big brother!"
"Second senior brother!"
The girl's soft voice rang out, causing the wings of the cranes that were flying leisurely around the hall to tremble. The clear sky looked at the cranes all over the ground, and the eyes of different colors shone with light.
It flapped its newly grown wings and followed behind the crane, flying all over the mountain.
Gu Tianqiu looked at the junior sister with a smile on her face and a cheerful look. Even though she had received a message from the master a long time ago, knowing that the junior sister was fine, he didn't really feel relieved until he saw it with his own eyes. fantasy 嘘戅
The jade-like man from Kunshan showed a warm smile, and before he could speak, a black figure flashed out.
Yan Bei put his hand on the little junior sister's shoulder, looked up and down, and said happily, "Not bad, not bad. It seems that the little girl has a strong vitality. Senior brother, I am very pleased."
Hearing this, the smile on Lingchu's face froze, Second Senior Brother, you will lose me if you do this.
Gu Tianqiu clenched his hands into fists and coughed under his breath. His warm eyes were smiling, but he still glanced at his junior brother faintly.
Zhenjun Duanyi directly hit Yan Bei on the head with his fist.
