The next morning, outside the East City Gate.
"No need to send it again."
Jing Yingrong said. Opposite her, Qin Xinyao's eyes were red, and Qin Hongzhi beside her was also in a depressed mood.
Qin Xinyao responded in a low voice, maybe not wanting to be heard crying, so she asked quietly: "Where are you going?"
Jing Yingrong looked into the distance and said softly: "Taizhu Guan."
Qin Xinyao nodded blankly and asked, "Then will you come back?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know."
Qin Xinyao lowered her head and stopped talking. Her fingers were holding on to the hem of her clothes, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Jing Yingrong glanced at the purple bell on her waist.
"I have refined the soul mark into the bell. If you use spiritual power to trigger it, I will come."
Hearing this, Qin Xinyao was shocked at first, and then couldn't bear it any longer. She opened her arms and hugged Jing Yingrong, buried her face in her arms, and cried loudly.
Jing Yingrong patted her back gently.
After a long time, Qin Xinyao calmed down. She was sobbing and burping.
Jing Yingrong said: "Look, I'm smiling."
Qin Xinyao looked at her with tearful eyes.
Jing Yingrong's lips curved in a sharp yet subtle arc, as if wearing a mask, which was indescribably weird.
"puff."
Qin Xinyao burst into tears and smiled, "That's not how you laugh."
She stretched out her hand to rub the corners of Jing Yingrong's lips. Jing Yingrong lowered his eyes to look at her, and the curve of his lips became much softer.
"That's the right way to smile," Qin Xinyao's eyes were filled with water and curved into a crescent shape, "You have to smile more."
"good."
Qin Xinyao wiped her tears, smiled and said, "Let's go."
"Um."
Jing Yingrong touched her hair one last time, took two steps back, turned around and walked away.
Qin Xinyao looked at the fading back, her smile faded and tears welled up again.
"elder sister……"
Qin Hongzhi took her into his arms and comforted her in a low voice.
…
Jing Yingrong expressed his cultivation as the foundation building stage, and commanded Yun Luo to move at the speed of the foundation building stage.
Not long after, a figure appeared on the road ahead.
There was no surprise on Jing Yingrong's face, and she stopped a few feet away from the figure.
He is the ancestor of the Qin family.
The ancestor of the Qin family looked at his face in the mirror and without saying a word, he leaned over and bowed deeply:
"Senior has taken care of the Qin family for many years. This junior is very grateful and has nothing to repay."
Jing Yingrong: "No care."
Ancestor of the Qin family: "Senior, although he didn't mean to take care of him, but he is in the Qin family, and he is already taking care of the Qin family."
He paused and then continued: "What's more, senior has given Qin Xinyao some guidance and made her become a generational hero of the Qin family. The Qin family has received too much favor from seniors."
Jing Yingrong: "She also helped me. It was mutually beneficial."
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of the Qin family.
He thought for a while and said: "In any case, it is true that the senior is kind to the Qin family. The junior has something that he wants to give to the senior. Although it cannot be compared to the great kindness of the senior, it can be regarded as a token of appreciation."
The ancestor of the Qin family was about to take out the precious things that he had carefully prepared, but he heard the reflection in the mirror saying: "No need."
She took one step forward and appeared behind the ancestor of the Qin family. The clouds rose again and disappeared quickly.
The ancestor of the Qin family was stunned on the spot.
Jing Yingrong's figure disappeared at the end of the road. He sighed silently and bowed again.
…
Jing Yingrong traveled from Helian Prefecture to the adjacent Xiaohe County.
Suddenly a shadow appeared in the sky. The shadow grew from small to large, revealing the shape of a huge flying boat.
A man at the front of the flying boat leaned down and said with spiritual power: "Fellow Taoist, where are you going?"
Mirror Yingrong: "View of Taichu."
The man said: "That's too far. The most I can do is go to Changhuan Mansion. I want a middle-grade spiritual stone when I go to Changhuan Mansion. There are still a few places left. Can't you sit still?"
Mirror Yingrong: "Sit."
The flying boat descended a little further, and a running water ladder made of spiritual power hung down from the edge. The sound of the water gurgling and tinkling was pleasant to the ears.
Jing Yingrong stepped onto the stairs, which automatically folded up and brought her to the flying boat.
There were many people on the flying boat, and Jing Yingrong's arrival attracted a lot of attention. The person who spoke before, the owner of this flying boat, was also stunned after seeing Jing Yingrong.
Jing Yingrong handed over a middle-grade spiritual stone, and then found an empty seat to sit down.
The flying boat gradually ascended, covered with a thick layer of spiritual power shield, and the mysterious formations on the shield appeared and disappeared.
There were several young men and women sitting next to Jing Yingrong. They seemed to know each other well. After Jing Yingrong sat down, several people winked, and finally the others tacitly focused their attention on one of the men.
The elected man had a pleasant face. He came closer, but politely kept a certain distance, and asked the mirror: "Fellow Taoist, are you also going to participate in the disciple recruitment meeting of Taichu Temple?"
Jing Yingrong shook his head: "No."
Man: "So you're here to watch the fun?"
Jing Yingrong tilted her head, as if thinking.
Then, she said: "Revisit the old place."
"Have you been to Taichu Temple before?" The man's eyes lit up, and several of his companions were also attracted and came closer.
Jing Yingrong: "Been there."
"Then can you tell us about it?" Another person said, "Just tell us about the rules of Taichu Temple, gossip and so on."
"Yes, yes, to tell you the truth, we are all going to attend the apprenticeship conference. Unfortunately, we are too far away and have insufficient information. We are all a bit blind now."
"I heard that the standards for recruiting disciples at Taichu Temple are different from those of most sects in the world. They are much more cumbersome and strict. What are the standards?"
Several young people chatted with each other and quickly heated up the atmosphere. They didn't seem to care at all about Jing Yingrong's indifferent expression, because it was too noisy and attracted the attention of other monks on the flying boat.
Suddenly, an extremely impatient voice sounded:
"You guys are so noisy!"
The speaker was a man sitting in the back. His appearance could be called handsome, but he looked menacing because of his narrow, three-white eyes that flew sideways.
The man's face was full of annoyance, coupled with his fierce eyes, as if he was about to see blood at the next moment. His foundation-building Dzogchen cultivation level can be regarded as the highest on the flying boat except for the flying boat owner.
The young men and women of his age immediately fell silent, shrank their heads and stuck out their tongues, but they did not show much disgust or fear.
On the other hand, the other monks on the flying boat looked at the man with many evil eyes, but no one dared to directly attack him.
Jing Yingrong glanced at the man, who glared back fiercely, then snorted and looked away.
There was no sound on the flying boat, and the mirror looked out at the vast green world.
Suddenly, the flying boat came to an emergency stop. Many people were surprised and asked questions, but the owner of the flying boat ignored everyone and looked ahead solemnly.
In the void ahead, it was like a curtain was lifted, and a black spaceship slowly appeared.
The black flying boat is small in size, with two people standing at the front, both of whom are in the early stage of the Golden Core.
