Chen Zimeng's words were noncommittal.

Lian Qing smiled and shook her head, "Brother Zimeng and his father are actually ordinary words!"

"Oh!" Chen Zimeng thought of something, but then he also smiled, reached out and raised a glass of wine, and looked at Lian Qing.

"The first time I came, I only saw Lian Qing once, but I didn't expect it to be goodbye, this glass of wine, just as Brother Meng's compensation!"

Raising his head and drinking the wine in his glass, Chen Zimeng stood up and looked at the sky, where the sun was at its highest.

"It's time to say goodbye, Lianqing, if it's fate, see you in the future!"

Chen Zimeng didn't look at Lian Qing, and walked straight out!

Lian Qing didn't raise her head, but it seemed that the girl was in a daze.

A huge cherry blossom tree was planted in the palace of King Huai, which was offered by a small country on a frontier island in the early years, and the emperor rewarded King Huai, and King Huai planted it, and after a few years, it was extremely high.

Pian Qingkut sat in the backyard, and Chen Zimeng had already walked away.

For a long time, for a long time, Lian Qing laughed, her smile was like a flower, full of coincidence, and she looked up in the direction where Chen Zimeng was walking.

"Unexpectedly, Brother Zimeng has also stepped into the path of cultivation!"

"Brother Zimeng, Lian Qing will see you in the future, but don't be shocked, Lian Qing and Brother Zi Meng are really fate. ”

The petals of the cherry blossoms fell with the wind, and a petal of flowers and leaves fell on the skirt in front of the girl, the pink petals, the red skirt, it seemed that it was invisible, it seemed obvious.

The girl's face was full of smiles, her little face was flushed, she was cute, and the girl's eyes were full of brilliance and extremely moving.

But Chen Zimeng didn't know that at this time, he had already walked out of the Huaiwang Mansion, turned around to look, and sighed slightly in his heart, it seemed that he had come here, yes, and no.

"Lianqing, sister, I'll see you again in the future!"

Chen Zimeng returned to his residence, Chen Yao was talking with Ning Qin about the knowledge in the book, repairing academics, which was Chen Yao's favorite thing, Ning Qin was born smart, and academics had his own extraordinary opinions.

During the conversation, Chen Yao couldn't help but praise Ning Qin, saying that in that academy, if Ning Qin went, he would definitely be the female master.

But then he shook his head, thinking of some of the college's regulations with disdain, but he also had to regret it.

Ning Qin covered his mouth but smiled silently, and when he saw Chen Zimeng coming in, he put down the book in his hand and stepped forward.

Chen Zimeng smiled and bowed to Chen Yao.

Chen Yao sighed and looked into the distance, where he could see the stargazing platform in the distance, which was very majestic.

"Going!" Chen Yao asked, in fact, he had been waiting for this day for months.

Chen Zimeng nodded, didn't say anything, and Ning Qin stood aside very obediently.

Nodding, Chen Yao smiled faintly, "Then let's go! Ning girl, you have to take care of me, don't bully her!"

Chen Zimeng smiled slightly, his smile was full of warmth, "Father, don't worry!"

Ning Qin took a step forward, bent down and saluted, his voice was very crisp and likable.

"Ning Qin has worshiped Uncle!"

"Ning girl, why don't you call me dad with Zimeng!"

Chen Zimeng smiled, Ning Qin was a little restrained, the corners of his mouth were unpromised, and finally in Chen Yao's expectant eyes, he bowed again, "Dad!"

"Okay!hahahaha!"

The evil sword Zhang family, in the ancestral land, a secret room slowly seeped out a cloud of smoke, swaying and scattered throughout the entire garden outside the secret room, a crisp sword sound sounded, and the sword qi soared, fierce and compelling. Above the clouds, several clouds were slashed away by the sword qi, the door of the secret room slowly opened, and Zhang Qiancheng walked out.

Zhang Xiao came to a close place and looked closely, Zhang Qiancheng's face was full of redness, his blood was very full, and he looked very energetic.

Zhang Xiao's face was happy, he took a step forward, and asked with concern: "Young Master, have you broken through?"

"Well, the early stage of foundation building!"

"Congratulations to the young master!" Zhang Xiao's words were full of surprises, and the younger generation of the Zhang family, Zhang Qiancheng stepped into the foundation, and he was the first person to be stable.

Zhang Qiancheng didn't have much joy, looked up at the sky, stretched out his right hand and waved it slightly in the air, "Is there any definite news from the Bai Ye Sect?"

"Yes, it has been ascertained that nineteen people from the Baiye Sect survived, and Lu Wu and Lu Feng did not know where to go, four core disciples, Feng Ling, Zhang Yi, Ning Qin, Chen Zimeng, Chu Chaoxi, Cang Yuanyu, Bai Yuanjing, Wangu Shan, Lili, Chen Zhao, Hong Bing, six people from the outer gate, Murong Yicang, Bai Dao, Li Yi, Shang Chi, Wang Lin, Zhong Fei!"

"Where did Chen Zimeng go?" Zhang Qiancheng didn't ask others, he wasn't interested in others, he asked where Chen Zimeng was, and he didn't get angry that Chen Zimeng was still alive.

is very bland, but Zhang Xiao knows that the bland Zhang Qiancheng is the most terrifying.

"Not long ago, Chen Zimeng and Ning Qin appeared in Chang'an, but it was the place of the Tang Emperor, and it was inconvenient for us to investigate, so they disappeared. ”

"Alive! lucky, let's hope he keeps getting lucky!"

After saying such a thing inexplicably, Zhang Qiancheng waved his hand and walked forward, Zhang Xiao followed closely behind, and several figures crossed in the dark like shadows, completely breathless, as if they did not exist.

"Sword Immortal Inheritance, it's time to get it!"

Chen Zimeng was sitting in a grotto, his face was calm, but his heart was extremely helpless.

Ning Qin sat cross-legged on the side, quietly pranayama.

Outside the grotto, it was pouring rain, and the whole world was full of rain.

Chen Zimeng's eyes were blank, and he looked outside the grotto, but in fact, his heart was silent and he came to the soul space.

The soul space full of golden flowers now has a bunch of purple light one after another, occasionally flashing between the flowers, and a phoenix spreads its wings in the void not far away, but it can't fly high, because there is not much space.

Feng Ling has not yet stepped out of the soul space, and Chen Zimeng is also very helpless.

According to Feng Ling, it was her eighth Nirvana Tribulation that had a big problem, so she couldn't get out of Chen Zimeng's soul space barrier on her own.

Chen Zimeng looked up at Feng Ling, who kept screaming, extremely unhappy, and had been complaining, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "So, how can you get out?"

"Zimeng, I can only rely on you!"

"Rely on me?"

"Yes, according to my observation, whether I can go out or not depends on your cultivation, and after you build the foundation, maybe I will be able to go out!"

"Maybe?" Chen Zimeng looked at Feng Ling very suspiciously, according to this statement, that is, Feng Ling herself was not sure.

"Oh, it's not good to build a foundation, then wait for you to get married, then you will definitely be able to go out!" Feng Ling's wings spread and retracted, the golden light shone, and she turned into a human form and landed in front of Chen Zimeng.

Staring at a pair of big eyes, Feng Ling was full of grievances, "I don't think it's so bad luck, I have to wait for your Yuan Ying to go out!"

With a grin, Chen Zimeng spread his hands, "That's hard to say." ”

“......”

Looking at Feng Ling's expression of almost crying, Chen Zimeng smiled, "By the way, what is going on with your eighth Nirvana Tribulation?"

"I don't remember!"

"Then what do you remember?" Chen Zimeng asked, looking at the girl in front of him, he felt helpless, this phoenix that came from the catastrophe didn't seem to have any effect.

"Well, I seem to remember that Feng Hajj left a lineage, where did you leave it? If you can find this lineage, combined with your current cultivation of the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation, a breakthrough in foundation building is just around the corner. At that time, you will be able to reach the level of divine refining against Lian Fenghuo and open the inheritance of the nine veins of the Spell Sect. ”

Feng Ling gave Chen Zimeng a big surprise this time, if there really is that inheritance, it is a good thing for himself.

"So where exactly is the legacy?"

"I don't remember!" Feng Ling replied very simply, Chen Zimeng's face was full of black lines, and he stretched out his slap and wanted to slap her, but after thinking about it, even in his soul space, it seemed that he might not be able to beat her, so he immediately endured it.

"Think about it again?" Patiently, Chen Zimeng gave full play to the role of his good temper, with a slight smile on his face.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Feng Ling turned around, looked into the distance, and frowned slightly.

"Qingfeng Mountain!" After a while, Feng Ling said a place name with great certainty, Chen Zimeng immediately thought about it, and then found that he knew Qingfeng Mountain.

Bai Ye Sect continued to walk west, nine thousand miles away was Qingfeng Mountain, when he collected Ling Hutao's information at the inner gate, the information provided by Ning Qin had a detailed description of Qingfeng Mountain, but because Chen Zimeng couldn't see any clues about Qingfeng Mountain for Ling Hutao at that time, he ignored it.

Glancing at Feng Ling with great appreciation, Chen Zimeng stood up and stroked his hand and said, "Feng Ling, you wait first, and then find a way to let you out after I build the foundation." ”

After speaking, Chen Zimeng was about to leave, Feng Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold it, "Don't worry!

With doubts in his eyes, Chen Zimeng turned his head and looked, "What's the matter?"

"Ning Qin, do you want him to follow you?"

"No?" Chen Zimeng's eyes condensed slightly, and he looked at Feng Ling, very puzzled.

Feng Ling didn't answer in a hurry, but looked at Chen Zimeng very seriously, for a long time, "Do you know what the three words should rob mean?"

Chen Zimeng didn't speak, he was silent, and he thought of a possibility.

"Before your cultivation is not high, anyone who follows you may face death, Zimeng, the eight disciples before you, how can they not have anyone close to them, but when their numerology appears on Lian Fenghuo, they are destined to have no choice. ”

"Let Ning Qin go! at least, don't let anyone walk with you before you reach the Spirit Slayer, your road is destined to be lonely, danger will come at any time, don't really wait until you lose it to regret it." ”

Feng Ling's words touched Chen Zimeng in an instant, and he suddenly looked up at Feng Ling, he never thought about what would happen to him if he lost Ning Qin one day?

If Ning Qin was hurt because of himself, what should he do?

Chen Zimeng slowly opened his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse for a moment, "So, where can I protect her?"

"Yunxi Sect! Let her go to Yunxi Sect, the old ghost of Yunxi is a strong man in the previous era, go to Yunxi Sect, I will give you a token, after the old ghost of Yunxi sees it, he will definitely know the reason, he will protect Ning Qin." ”

Feng Ling shook her head, a golden feather was held in her hand, and handed it to Chen Zimeng, Chen Zimeng looked at Ling Yu with a slightly condensed look.

Chen Zimeng didn't know about the old ghost of Yunxi in Feng Ling's mouth, but he couldn't help but believe that Feng Ling should rob people, and he should rob people.

The voice was hoarse, Chen Zimeng turned around, Ling Yu was already holding it in his hand, "Okay!"

His mind turned, Chen Zimeng raised his eyes and looked, outside the grotto, the rain was still falling, but it was much lighter.

There was no rain that I encountered when I first came out of the town, and there was no lightning and thunder, this rain was very quiet, quiet and oppressive.

Ning Qin was still meditating on his knees, with a long sword beside him, with their cultivation, if they were not careful, they might be intercepted and killed by the strong at any time.

Yes, my cultivation is too low!

Chen Zimeng once again felt the helplessness of cultivating to be low, this world is so beautiful, but it is also so cruel.

After all, you can't take risks, Chen Zimeng groaned, and there was a slight glimmer of golden light in his hand.

There was a wind blowing in the distance, with a hint of coolness, Chen Zimeng was relieved, and before he knew it, it was already autumn!