After all, Li Chuan was a busy man and couldn't really chat here. Someone came to find him soon.
The other party told her that he would see her if he had something to do in a few days and then left.
However, Ningxia was not free either. As soon as Zhenjun Cuiwei left, He Qing came back. He had been waiting by the side for who knows how long. He probably came because of what happened just now.
After a period of cooling down just now, Ningxia has long since adjusted and is no longer angry. Besides, she had already avenged her harmless little grudge on the spot, so there was no need to cause trouble for herself now.
So she said hello to He Qing as usual, and the other party seemed to be relieved and said that it was her fault, and she was intercepted by the villain because of her lack of consideration.
How can anyone take it upon themselves to take any problems like this? It was obviously the disciple who was looking for trouble. He Qing didn't steal or rush to give her such a rare invitation. How could he have thought that there was such a weirdo who wanted to make trouble? But the other party still felt guilty and thought that his arrangement was inappropriate.
Ning Xia saw similar characteristics of a friend from the past in the other party. She felt a little ashamed because she had previously suspected that all this was a high-end game arranged by the other party. This guy's moral level was not generally high, so how could he do such a thing.
Not wanting to dwell on the matter any longer, she waved her hand and quickly changed the subject to talk about the first-class invitation.
It was only then that she realized that they were really sincere. After all, they only had two invitations, and they gave her the good one. Ning Xia originally thought that the other party had two high-quality invitations before giving her a share. Now...she just felt that the things in her hands had become a little heavy.
He Qing didn't think it was anything. He just asked her to participate with peace of mind, just to experience it.
Although he has seen Ningxia's formation skills, the opponent is still young, and there is a high probability that it will be difficult to stand out against many formation masters in the mainland, but no matter what, there is still a little more hope than him. In fact, He Qing had some expectations in his heart. He had been obsessed with formation since he was introduced to Ningxia. However, he never saw what he saw in Ningxia again. He really I want to witness such a gorgeous and stunning existence with these eyes again.
So the two of them were talking and the topic drifted to the formation path.
I talked a lot about Ningxia in scattered details, but I didn’t have much impression afterward. I only vaguely remembered that He Qing’s eyes were surprisingly bright.
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"It's too busy...Uncle, you are worried for nothing. It seems that they don't need our help." After two trips back and forth, he still saw Ningxia talking to someone from a distance, and there was another person, Xu Tianhan pondered. He said to his husband.
Miaorong Zhenjun glanced at the young man and scolded him lightly: "Why are you talking? You are really becoming more and more careless."
Xu Tianhan didn't care. He knew that the other party was probably worried about his change of temperament, thinking that he was giving up on himself. God knows that he no longer wants to maintain the fake face he had before, and his composure may have never really existed, it was just the part he showed to others in the past. Maybe...he is the real him now.
"Let's go." Miaorong Zhenjun turned around and said.
This time it was Xu Tianhan's turn to be stunned: "Aren't you looking for that child? Why did you leave? I think they should have finished talking."
"Let's go, there's nothing to say, just be fine." Miao Rong Zhenjun urged the young disciple to return to the cabin. He finally glanced at Ning Xia, who had already noticed her, and nodded to her in the distance.
Now it seemed that the other party had no shortage of protectors, and the situation would naturally be relatively safe, so he felt relieved. After all, they had lost too many of their classmates earlier.
But they are different. He has been hiding in hiding for these years, and because of that person's continuous suppression, many good people in the sect know him. Even Yang Guanlian encountered a lot of troubles as the True Monarch of Yuanying. After all, there were many people in the Xuantian Sword Sect with cultivation levels above Yuanying. Many people are willing to surrender to Shang Qingfeng.
Over time, people from Wuhuamen will naturally reduce their sense of presence when they go out and rarely show their faces.
This flying boat was recruited from a large clan in the west of the sect. They had already inquired about it in advance, otherwise they would not be able to board the boat with confidence. But after all, there are many people and many eyes are mixed. Who knows whether the secret pusher will hide someone to keep an eye on them. At that time, if we block them every day, then this trip will basically be in vain.
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On the east side of Xuantian Sword Sect, there is one of the twelve main peaks, Shangqing Peak.
In the tall palace that towers over the top, everything is made of pure wood without a trace of color. There are high platforms and suspended seats, and there are not many things that are too empty. There is only a lotus-top ore mother medicine furnace standing in the center of the hall. The flames are blazing in the mouth of the furnace, and a faint blue light shines through the golden color. Just looking at it seems to feel a chill, and the heart of flames wrapped in blazing flames is refining without knowing what it is.
The man on the throne had his eyes slightly closed and seemed to be letting things develop as they pleased.
Subtle footsteps could be heard outside the hall, and it could be heard that the person was paying very close attention to his own footsteps. If you don't listen carefully, you might think it's just a gust of wind passing by outside.
The people in the high positions did not move their eyebrows, but at the same moment, a very slight gust of wind came from inside the hall and went straight to the door of the hall.
"Crack-"
The door opened slowly from the inside out, with a certain leisurely look.
The people outside the house seemed to have gotten used to it. There was a rustling sound of clothes swinging outside the hall. The person seemed to straighten his clothes and then stepped into the hall door. As soon as he passed the door, he kowtowed very respectfully.
The world of cultivation is also a continuous culture that human civilization has emerged from, and they naturally have the etiquette that the secular world pays attention to. It's just that some were eliminated due to cultural differences, while others were further strengthened in this power-first world.
On the surface, the world of cultivation does not respect Mingli so much. The simplest general ethics is that you can kneel down to worship heaven and earth, gods, and parents, but it does not encourage monks to kneel down to worship others, even if they are the strongest.
People of the same generation are polite to each other, and superiors are polite to juniors. When facing a powerful person with absolute power, it is probably only to the point of being polite. The ritual of kneeling and worshiping is really not common in the world of cultivation.
Especially things like three bows and nine kowtows, which correspond to the numbers of heaven and earth. In addition to the great favors of parents and the great gifts from heaven and earth, bowing three times and nine kowtows to someone means absolute surrender. You will always be inferior to others and leave such a difficult feeling in your soul. Traces of erasure. Therefore, most monks are very taboo against such rituals.
Well, not only did the person at the door do it, but he did it without hesitation as soon as he entered the door. The sequence was smooth, as if he had done it countless times, and his surrender was beyond words.
The door slowly closed behind him, and this time there was no wind.
The man who had been lying on the ground for a long time after completing the prayer slowly climbed up and knelt down, his hands hanging neatly by his side, his eyes slightly lowered, his eyebrows lowered and he said calmly: "Your Majesty."
No one responded, and the person in front of the door broke out in a thin layer of cold sweat as soon as he brushed his forehead.
There was dead silence in the room.
