C3 Posterior mountain fortuitous encounter

The visit of Jin'ling disciple was not without cause, nor was it a gang affair. The main point of the matter was to inform the various sects and schools. It was said that this year, the Immortal Pirates did not come, so why would the holy residence lose so many treasures? Most of the sects did not know about this. The Cloud Cultivator was the Jin'ling Sect Leader. He knew that every year, the Immortal Pirates would leave their sect tokens behind and throw them into the hands of the lost things. And this year, not a single body transformation expert got a door plate. This meant that the future of the Immortal Pirates, made them even more suspicious. How many body refiners had been killed in their own residences? Those who did this were owned by the Immortal Thieves. The only explanation was that this was not the other one.

And who exactly was this group of beast race youths who were even more powerful than Immortal bandits? Why did they have to pretend to be Immortal bandits to be them? To commit despicable acts will ruin the reputation of the robbers, and the two worlds of the martial arts world will abstain from doing so. The Jin'ling Sect's Sect Leader's disciples went down the mountain to warn the various sects to be on guard, hoping to find out the real mystery behind the scenes.

"Sect Leader Qing, my Sect Leader has matters he has to attend to, so he can't pay a visit to you. I, your disciple, pay my respects to the Sect Leader!" He spoke of the noble ceremony held by the Cloudfall Sect among the Jin'ling disciples. He raised his hands high into the air, sighed, and then slowly lowered his hands. It was placed horizontally between the front of the knee, and the legs were bent with the force of a sword. Finally, he lowered his head in silence. This gift originated from Jin'ling, the founder of the Jin'ling School, and not from the current tomb. Although Jin'ling and Jin'ling had two different words, Jin'ling was a woman while Jin'ling was a man.

In the past, the foreign world of Jinling River Lake was even more turbulent. His daughter's body could be said to be capable of anything in Three Realms when she traveled in the foreign world. They were revered by all the sects and clans. Rites evolved from a dance. Jinling had a breathtaking Three Realms that fluttered in the sky. Furthermore, Jinling had the aura of a saint; its aura was gentle and unyielding, and its appearance was even more bewitching. Her long hair fluttered in the wind. When dancing the Three Realms Jin'ling Dance was the creation of Jin'ling Sect, there were many weak women in this sect. They were all naturally unadorned.

A woman's life is too short to see the sun. Jin'ling's death was very tragic. He learned that there was a Dancing Dancing Jinling at the back of the mountain. The location of the purple-robed expert from the fiendish demon world was truly unfriendly. It was a fiendish demon that was known as unapproachable from other realms. He had done countless evil deeds, but no sect could be stronger than this. So no matter how bad the enemies were, they were afraid of how strong they were and how powerful they were. Jin'ling finished the last song and was captured by Zi Yi. Later on, they only heard that Jin'ling had been humiliated and committed suicide. In the southern part of the city, there was a man named Jin Ling calligraphy, who was proficient in the art of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He learned that Jin'ling had not been able to kill himself for half a month.

This man was the current Jin'ling School Master. He had gone from being a scholar who had read the Book of Virtue and wanted to get involved in Mortal Realm, or even the cultivation world's waves. Perhaps he only had one goal, revenge! Right, Jinling was a woman he had admired for a very long time. When he had seen her dancing in the Phoenix Restaurant, he had long since been unable to extricate himself. In fact, Jin'ling had never seen this person in his lifetime. This unspoken sorrow is always helpless to help.

Jin'ling was now a very influential sect. Jin'ling Dance was no longer a pure Jin'ling Dance, but a dance with countless killing intents. As Jinling's disciple, a woman's skill was the best. Jinling would not be unable to extricate himself from his hatred. He had to be strong before he could take revenge. It's just that this time, when he came to the Conference of Cultivators, he didn't expect that the treasure would be stolen. This was even more inappropriate for Immortal Pirates, they would never steal from the Mortal Realm. This proved that this group was not an Immortal Pirates. Disciple Jin'ling described the items that were lost. Inside the treasure box was a high quality Pill.

"Then you can consume anything of the world?" Chen Xing wanted to know more.

"This is?" The Jin'ling disciples looked at Qing Feng in puzzlement.

"He is a disciple, Chen Xing!" Qing Feng pointed at Chen Xing.

"Senior, why are you so interested in this?" Do you know anything? " The eyes of Jin'ling disciple brightened up.

"No, no, I don't know. I'm just asking!" Chen Xing still had not stabilized his emotions.

"That's right, all right. Our Pill can only be consumed by one's Mortal Realm, and it is also the birth of a body transformation practitioner. It can be said that any body transformation profound energy that comes this time can only be consumed, and produce its effects. " The Jin'ling disciples didn't care and told everyone the truth. Chen Xing felt as if he was shot, millions of ants crawling all over his heart. In the end, he still did not tell the truth to Qing Feng. Mu Qingqing might have only remembered the romantic night when she was with Chen Xing.

Women were like this. There was a saying that a woman who fell in love would have their IQ lowered or even negative. This was not an exaggeration. But it was worth a try. In other words, it is precisely because so much of such an IQ and so much of the passionate love is in the heat of the moment when impulsive and the world appears to envy the story. Romantic love must be regardless of the fact that love without bread is true love but it cannot exist in the physical world.

"Hey, hey, what are you thinking about?" Mu Qingqing called out to Chen Xing, and Mu Qingqing held her sword up in a training posture, waiting for Chen Xing's instructions. Meanwhile, Chen Xing stood there thinking about his own matters, completely disregarding Mu Qingqing's shouts.

"Ah, ah. Why did you kick me? " Mu Qingqing walked over and kicked him again. Where did the kick go? Chen Xing could only scream. This kind of torture was a form of torture! Chen Xing was willing to accept this. He believed that he was right, the person in his eyes was Mu Qingqing. Chen Xing only regained his composure after a long while.

"Stop pretending, I didn't kick him!" Mu Qingqing said confidently.

"How do you know you missed?" Chen Xing asked with some ulterior motives.

"This... this is the reason why I missed!" If I told you to ignore me, who would you think of as a good girl? I'll tell the godfather.

"Mu Qingqing was even more embarrassed to continue, and changed the topic.

"Who I think has something to do with you?" Chen Xing looked at Mu Qingqing with disdain.

"You …" Then, Mu Qingqing dropped her sword and ran off in a fluster. Only now did Chen Xing feel that she said something wrong, and chased after him in a hurry. The sky darkened, and a few weeping leaves slowly fell. Perhaps they both understood each other's place in their hearts.

Qing Feng was about to go to the Conference of Cultivators, so she asked Chen Xing if she should go there together. Chen Xing had not considered it for long, and felt that if he did not have any development, Mu Qingqing would not be a reality. So, I am willing to go with Sect Leader and express my wish for my future, Qing Feng expressed her appreciation. She said that the day after tomorrow would bring disciples to participate in Conference of Cultivators s in the rear mountains. She had only specially arranged for Mu Qingqing not to go, afraid that she would cause trouble and cause unnecessary trouble. It was because the disciples all knew that the Sect Leader doted on Qing Qing, and everyone knew what he meant.

But there would still be a pig-like teammate, and this teammate was Chen Xing.

"We'll be going to the back mountain to participate in the Conference of Cultivators every five hundred years the day after tomorrow. Are you going?" Chen Xing was bored as he did not have anything to do to see Mu Qingqing pruning flowers.

"When? How come I didn't know about the day after tomorrow? " Mu Qingqing was immediately puzzled.

"Ah, Sect Leader didn't tell you?" Chen Xing realized that he had said the wrong thing again. If Sect Leader didn't say it, he would have had his own reasons. Then he left with mixed feelings. Mu Qingqing did not chase after her. So she made up her mind to go by herself, and followed them quietly. Just like that, the day of her departure arrived. Mu Qingqing still continued with her own matters, as if nothing had happened. When Qing Feng left, he had only told Mu Qingqing that he was going to travel for around half a month before coming back. Mu Qingqing only replied with a light "Oh". Although Qing Feng felt that something was amiss, he did not wish for this to be their final farewell.

There were more than 20 people in the Qingfeng Sect. When Chen Xing went to look for Mu Qingqing, she found that she was still the same as before, which meant that she did not care about this time. He looked through the window and followed the procession. However, she was still a little worried in his heart, because Mu Qingqing's situation always made people who were good to her worry. It was very overbearing like this.

Mu Qingqing had already packed her things, they had just left and took a detour to catch up with her. She did not know how difficult the road ahead was, how many dangers she could bear. Some people's decisions went against fate, while others followed fate. There were even more people whose path had nothing to do with fate. In the end, Mu Qingqing's decision was against her fate. After all, she had a lot of misfortunes.

Qing Feng and the others had already walked day after day, arriving at the Sacred Mansion, but Mu Qingqing didn't know where she was. She was getting further and further away from the Sacred Mansion, and the paths she took were many. Just one day had passed and Mu Qingqing had suffered countless of shocks. She felt like she was back in an abandoned winter, her heart was cold, the night was late, and the only things she felt were eerie air and muddy roads. He was so hungry, he thought of the night she had roasted a delicious roast duck chicken with Chen Xing. There was also the sleepless him putting on clothes for her in case she caught cold. As she thought of this, she squatted down and began to cry.

He could faintly hear movement in the forest, and he did not know what was a sudden flash of spiritual light. The sky was mostly bright. A beautiful female Immortal appeared in midair.

The so called light was hope. Mu Qingqing felt that she had hope, so she stopped crying. "Look at this beautiful Immortal." "Who are you?" Mu Qingqing looked very weak, but she still felt a sense of hope and joy, which allowed her to express her feelings.

"I am the deity guarding this place, why is Benefactor crying here?" The deity's reply was, after all, an echo of what the deity had said, and Mu Qingqing quickly believed him.

"I am a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect who came out to participate in the Conference of Cultivators which occurs once every five hundred years, and I did not manage to keep up with the group. Mu Qingqing continued to sob as she spoke. If there was someone to rely on, he would pour out everything.

"It's fine. I'm an Immortal, so I can take you there!" The immortal spoke sincerely and earnestly. Mu Qingqing felt as if she was seeing the light again. She knew she had new hope.