Lingqing thought for a while, raised his hand to summon the green lion, rode on it, and let it roam.
I am going to look for traces of Tian Yong and others first, and also collect some insects on the way.
Not long after flying swayingly, I heard the sound of fighting and yelling not far away.
"You bastards, you must have stolen the honey and killed those golden killer bees to grow the flowers."
"That's nonsense. It's obviously you who shouted "Catch the thief" and broke the chrysanthemum miasma created by Kuaiyun in this place."
"You still dare to deny it. It seems that I must let you feed your grandfather's Gu today."
"Aren't you afraid?
Now, grandma, I don’t mind the ugly pickles like you, so I catch them all and harvest them for harvesting, and the rest is used as fertilizer to grow flowers. "
"..."
"Scolding?"
Ling Qing didn't care at all. He wanted to go around it because it was better to do less than to do more.
"Can you understand this?!"
But suddenly I realized that I could actually understand what they were saying, and I suddenly became interested.
Pat the green lion's furry head and let it turn around and look.
As soon as he turned around the top of the mountain, he saw two groups of people fighting beside the sea of flowers where he collected wild bees and flower miasma.
Most of the people in the group were beautiful women with hairpins and brocades, and there were also a few monks wearing cassocks from Niushan.
Although he is hairless, he looks very handsome.
The methods they used were also very familiar to Lingqing.
Exquisite flower baskets, flower branches, embroidered handkerchiefs, etc. are thrown into the air, scattering colorful petals, filled with all kinds of evil spirits.
It is the method used in the mysticism of the Twelve Flowers.
He was no stranger to the one on the other side, a dark patch of Gu worms scuttling through the sea of flowers all over the sky.
Some were poisoned by the flower evil spirits, while others gnawed them all away and broke the opponent's magic weapon.
Even their clothes were the same as those of the two people whose cultivation had been crippled by him.
I guess they come from the same sect, a Gu refining sect.
Most of the people spoke dialects and slang, but the leaders on both sides spoke something close to Chinese.
Although there is a slight accent, Lingqing can understand every word.
After eavesdropping for a while, he understood what was going on.
The one who uses the flower demon is a disciple of Mu Xian'an, and the one who uses the Gu insect is a person from Jincandong.
Although the sea of flowers at their feet and the beehives on the cliffs are naturally raised, they have long been regarded as their own territory.
One party wants to catch bees to refine the poison, and the other wants to harvest the miasma to refine the evil spirit. Each one gets what they need, so there is no conflict.
But suddenly a Lingqing came and not only collected one-third of the Golden Killer Bee, but also cut off a large piece of the hive.
He also easily took away the miasma.
The two parties mistakenly thought that the other party had done it. Under the verbal conflict, anger surged up, and a fight broke out.
Just looking at the field, everyone in Jincandong had rabbit ears, eagle cheeks, and a fierce expression on their faces.
I know in my heart that they are all people with vicious minds and full of evil.
The female monks at Muxian Temple have pretty and pretty faces, but they are full of coquettishness in their actions, and they can't hide their lustful and evil aura.
Listening to his words, I thought that the person who came to cultivate was this yin and yang tonic, which killed many people.
When Ling Qing saw it, he wanted to go out and explain the reason, but his desire to make peace with him faded away.
If they were just a few casual cultivators, he would still take care of them because the matter came from him.
It's just these two sects that he can't interfere with.
If he were a peaceful person, he would be able to avoid fighting if he sacrificed something.
But people with such vicious minds will probably not listen to his explanation and will inevitably become entangled.
If they are implicated, they will cause endless trouble to the masters behind them.
By then he can't suppress and surrender both sects, right?
It's too late to practice. Where did he get the free time?
Simply let them fight on their own.
I thought that if we could make a living together in this mountain of 100,000 people and fail to destroy each other, there must be some underlying rules.
It's better not to get involved if he doesn't know something.
After thinking about it, he turned around and left again.
From beginning to end, neither party noticed that he was around.
Along the way, I picked up some strange insects, ingested some essence and blood collection templates, and put them into the Gu Bowl.
I just have to wait until I save more and find time to practice again.
I will definitely try a few more spells this time.
In this way, he walked leisurely and slowly, taking out the urn from time to time and vibrating it to send a signal to see if Tian Yong and the others were nearby.
Just walking aimlessly.
After not walking far, I heard a burst of warblers behind me.
Because the voice sounded familiar, like those people just now.
He hid himself aside and turned around to see that it was indeed the group of disciples from Muxian Temple.
They actually came in this direction.
Looking at them, apart from a few broken magic weapons in their hands, they looked like they had disheveled hair, hair, and disheveled clothes.
Not to mention the dead, not even the seriously injured.
Sure enough, as he thought, they already had a set of agreed-upon rules.
"Damn Bahong, he actually ruined my Chunbo gold sales account."
A charming woman who walked forward with an apricot flower on her head said bitterly.
She has the highest cultivation level among the group. According to the classification of Lingqing, she also has a level 9 foundation building cultivation level.
Although it seems that the realm is not much different from his, in terms of mana and means, he is far behind.
Moreover, there is little hope of becoming a human being, and he is just a role that can be dismissed casually.
Lingqing had heard something before and found out that she seemed to be one of the four divine heroes of Muxian Temple, called Xingxiangu Ding Huiying.
And the Bahong she mentioned was probably the leader of the Jincandong side.
He must be a respectable person.
A woman wearing a red robe embroidered with peonies was stroking the remains of a flower basket in her hand, with half a big peony on top.
When he heard her say this, he immediately cried with a sad face.
"Senior sister, my flower basket of wealth was also eaten by Lu Donghe's Iron Immortal Gu."
As he spoke, tears fell down, and it seemed that he was really distressed.
"It's all my fault for that cheap maid, who cut a hole in my gold-selling account. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been destroyed by Ba Hong."
Ding Huiying ignored the woman's mood and cursed to herself.
"If it weren't for the master's protection, I would have skinned her, ripped her bones out and piled them into fertilizer."
"Senior sister, the master sees that the Central Plains woman is very talented and carries the inheritance of our sect, so he wants to accept her as a close disciple."
The woman couldn't care less about being sad after hearing this, her eyes rolled around, and she said intentionally or unintentionally.
"When the time comes, our Muxian Temple will probably have another Peach Blossom Fairy, and from then on the Four Divine Heroes will become the Five Divine Heroes.
I happened to remember that her name also had '英' in it.
It seems to be called Tian Ying. "
"Tian Ying? Tian Ying?!"
Ling Qing was stunned when he heard this. Could this name be Tian Ying?
"Tian Ying is involved with Mu Xian'an?"
