Yi Qusheng shook his head: "None of the four of us can leave the Tianshan Gate. Su'er and I have no means to save our lives. Junior Brother Ruan is in seclusion to break through, and you have a special status. Even if you go masked, Su'er and I will be left behind. It is easy to be targeted by other outer disciples."
Zhang Qing frowned: "Do people outside know my identity?"
After Zhang Qing woke up, he held Zhang Lunling's portrait in one hand and a mirror in the other. He looked at it over and over again for a long time before reluctantly confirming that he was really his biological father.
Although she knew Zhang Lunling was doing it for her own good, but...whose father, whom she hadn't seen for many years, would push his daughter into the oven to roast her as soon as they met!
Jin Su'er looked serious: "I don't know. We only told the public that you are the new fourth disciple, a wandering orphan in Tianshan Town, and have excellent physical training talents." Jin Su'er also lay down and exhaled: "But Qingqing, anyone who has seen the portrait of the Demon Lord will recognize your face."
Zhang Qing was silent.
Indeed, I bear a fifty-sixth resemblance to that portrait, and it would take a blind person not to recognize it.
"Can't you send a message?"
"There is a high possibility that the letters will be opened by spies first. The Qingshan Sect's letters are all managed by the disciples. It is unlikely that ordinary messengers will deliver the letters directly to the master." Jin Su'er sighed.
"There is no magic weapon to convey credit?"
Yi Qusheng shrugged: "That kind of magic weapon is difficult to make, and no one wants it, so I have never made it."
Zhang Qing opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief: "How come no one wants it? Don't monks have such a need to send messages over long distances?"
Yi Qusheng curled his lips: "Thousand-mile teleportation, most talisman cultivators can do it, and it costs less." Yi Qusheng looked at her strangely again: "Qingqing, you have lost your memory too completely, how can you have such common sense? have no idea."
Jin Suer's eyes were empty: "We at Tianshan Sect don't have such a money-saving monk."
Zhang Qing: We are really poor. Without money, we have no one.
"It's okay Qingqing, count the days, Master Xiao will be here soon." Jin Su'er counted on her fingers, "Master Xiao just stopped by two days before you started, and made an appointment with us to come back in two months It’s just the right time to meet.”
Hearing this, Zhang Qing seemed to have thought of something and sat up: "I went to the back mountain to practice."
Jin Suer also sat up and asked a little strangely: "Why do you suddenly think of practicing?"
Zhang Qing stood up and patted his clothes: "Well, I'm trying to use Zi Lei to carve a mask for myself. Since Master Xiao is coming soon, I'd better make some preparations as soon as possible."
If you want to conceal your identity, then conceal it to the end.
Even if Jin Su'er and the others don't care about their identity as the Demon Lord's daughter, it doesn't mean that Head Xiao doesn't.
Zhang Qing actually thought about using makeup to modify her appearance, but she didn't have makeup skills, so she borrowed Jin So'er's rouge and gouache and applied it a few times, which only magnified the similarities between herself and the Demon Lord.
She also tried to draw tattoos, but it only made her cat eyes look more protruding, giving her an evil look.
Forget it, let's cover it up.
Looking at Zhang Qing walking away, Jin Suer pushed Yi Qusheng next to her: "Why don't you make a mask for Qing Qing? You can make weapons faster than she can carve them herself, right?"
Yi Qusheng smiled bitterly.
Why didn't he do it?
Qingqing doesn’t want it!
He originally thought that he and Zhang Qing should be closer because they had formed a slave contract, but who knew that Zhang Qing actually became more distant from him, and even refused to accept the things he gave away for free.
Because of the slave contract, he knew Zhang Qing's temperament better.
Zhang Qing seemed to have put a layer of cover on himself, refusing to be too close to anyone.
"Oh, Qing Qing's awkward temper is really worrying..." Jin Su'er held her chin and looked in the direction Zhang Qing left.
Then he suddenly realized why he was talking like an old lady, and then he frowned: "Bah, bah, bah, really, why am I worrying so much? There is nothing wrong with Qingqing's behavior. Immortal cultivators should always be vigilant. "
Yi Qusheng glanced at her sadly.
"By the way, are you still implementing your seduction plan?" Jin Su'er dragged her head with one hand and asked curiously: "We have already received money from the Demon Lord, haven't we? Why are you still clinging to her? The slave mark is mandatory Require?"
Has she never heard that slave marks force slaves to lick their masters? Although many people would try to please their masters to save their lives, the stories Jin So'er heard were more about slaves committing suicide because they were dissatisfied with the restrictions of the mark.
Yi Qusheng lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly: "It was because of calculation before, but now it's because of guilt."
He had never expected that Zhang Qing would ignore past grudges to such an extent. There was no trouble for him, nor was the money taken back.
When he and Zhang Qing came to the medicine field, he couldn't help but ask Zhang Qing if he had a grudge and didn't need to bear it.
But Zhang Qing just shrugged, saying that she was not familiar with her father and had no feelings about his loss of money. It feels better to get along with Yi Qusheng and the others, and he doesn't mind being included in the scheme.
…
On the other side, Zhang Qing went down the mountain, passed by the Hidden Sword Pavilion halfway up the mountain, and took a look inside. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth slowly circled and gathered around the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and there were faint fluctuations in the attic.
"Second Senior Brother is about to break through..." Zhang Qing murmured and walked towards his residence in the back mountain.
She also needs to work harder.
The villains hiding in the dark don't know when they will attack Tianmen Mountain again. They must improve their strength as soon as possible in order to deter others.
Zhang Qing walked into the woods at the back of the mountain, raised his hand, and touched each tree one by one. Occasionally, when he saw fallen bark on the ground, he picked it up and broke it off.
It didn't take long for Zhang Qing to find a thick ginkgo tree. The leaves of the ginkgo trees in July and August are not yellow yet, and they are lush and green, with some small fruits hanging on them, rustling in the wind.
Zhang Qing pressed his forehead against the tree trunk and whispered an apology. Then he straightened up and took out a knife and a bottle of green liquid from his pocket.
Then insert the knife firmly into the trunk.
Boom, boom, boom!
"ah!"
Several unripe ginkgo fruits suddenly hit Zhang Qing's head, startling her.
"What?" Zhang Qing touched his head and looked up. There was no one on the thick branches of the ginkgo tree.
Weird, could it be that the tree is angry?
Or is there some animal playing tricks on me?
Zhang Qing left the knife in the tree trunk, took a few steps back in confusion, and raised his face to look carefully at whether there were any creatures on the tree.
Then she watched helplessly as a few unripe ginkgo fruits above her head suddenly fell off and hit her head straight!
"Ah!" Zhang Qing was hit and squatted down, rubbing his red forehead.
"Why are you so stingy! It's not like I won't compensate you!" Zhang Qing pouted and pointed at the green liquid just placed on the ground, "I'll use that bottle of spiritual plant liquid to exchange you for a small piece of bark!"
After Zhang Qing said this, she waited for a while and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no more ginkgo fruits fell down.
Everything in the world of immortality is really magical, and not even a tree can be offended.
Zhang Qing carefully cut off a thick square piece of bark, put the knife in the scabbard at his waist, then poured the spiritual plant liquid on the newly cut area where the light-colored tree trunk was exposed, and spread it carefully.
After wiping it, seeing that there was still half a bottle left in the bottle, Zhang Qing squatted down and pushed aside the dead leaves, and poured them all into the soil near the roots of the tree.
After spreading the dead leaves, Zhang Qing sat down under the tree, leaned against the trunk, lowered his head and began to draw on the bark.
In order not to delay his cultivation, Zhang Qing planned to use Zi Lei to carve a mask to strengthen his control over Zi Lei.
Ever since she got the silver bracelet Zhang Lunling put on her, the purple thunder in her body was not as easy to lose control as before. But as she reached the late stage of Qi training, Zi Lei became more and more spiritual. Sometimes in a daze, it would quietly get into her hair and make her hair float. Or when she was passing by the medicine field, it would suddenly disappear from the sky. A ball came out of her body, which frightened Jin Su'er.
Zhang Qing wanted to teach it a lesson but was unable to do so.
She had no choice but to concentrate.
Holding his breath and concentrating, he gathered a small ball of purple thunder on his fingertips. With the restraint of his mind, he shaped it into the shape of a carving blade, and then carefully tried it on the edge of the bark.
Zi Lei carves the bark effortlessly. He just presses it down lightly, and the cut surface of the piece instantly becomes charred black. Then he blows lightly on the cut surface, and the charred black turns into a ball of powder and floats away.
Very convenient.
The leaves above my head rustled, as if I was afraid.
Zhang Qing: ...it’s better not to carve under this tree.
