Leng Qingmei, who had just walked out of the altar, could truly understand the pain of the condensation frost escaping.

And although Leng Qing'an was also born as a saint, because of the rules of the sect, she had to give an order to kill Condensation Frost!

For thousands of years, there has only been one fate for the disciples who defect to the sect, and that is to kill them no matter where they are!

Leng Qingan finally glanced at Leng Qingmei deeply, and then closed his eyes and left!

Next, the body of the old sect master was carried away by several disciples, and the god sacrifice ceremony continued, nothing was more important than the god sacrifice ceremony, even if the old sect master suddenly died on the spot.

When the festival ended, the whole sect began to work on the funeral of the old sect master.

Although Zhao Yang couldn't help much, he was embarrassed to leave at this time, and by the time the old sect master's funeral was over, it would already be three days later.

In the past three days, Zhao Yang has practiced diligently, and he has practiced the footwork of the water shadow trace very proficiently, and the soles of his feet are windy when he walks, and even when he usually walks, he will involuntarily use the water shadow trace footwork.

Although this footwork is a waterway martial art, it can only be taught by waterway martial artists who have reached the realm of condensation, so even waterway martial artists like Leng Xiaofei and Leng Xiaobin are envious to death when they see Zhao Yang's water shadow trace.

However, when Zhao Yang wanted to show them the secret book of the Water Shadow Trace, they were hindered by the rules of the sect and immediately refused without even thinking about it!

Although the qualifications of the two of them are mediocre and their martial arts realm is low, they are like gods for the rules of the sect, and they dare not exceed it in the slightest!

On this day, Zhao Yang was thinking about Condensation Frost and Uncle Li in his heart, and he didn't know if the two of them were running far, whether they were secret or not.

Because just yesterday, Liu Wenjing had already taken more than a dozen disciples down the mountain to hunt down the condensation frost!

Before leaving, Liu Wenjing made an oath that he would not come back unless he brought the condensation cream back to the sect!

This is obviously for him to make meritorious contributions and gain more bargaining chips for himself to become an elder.

Because in addition to him, there are several people in his generation who are also qualified to be elders.

Although he has the best chance, if this opportunity to catch the condensation frost is given up, it will be difficult to say at that time.

By grabbing this opportunity, firstly, he can make meritorious contributions, and secondly, he will block the opportunities of others to make meritorious contributions, killing two birds with one stone!

However, Leng Xiaofei and Leng Xiaobin told Zhao Yang that Liu Wenjing must have an unknown purpose!

For example, after catching the condensation cream, he can dispose of it at will, whether he lives or dies, and brings it back!

Unlike others, Leng Xiaofei and Leng Xiaobin always speculated about Liu Wenjing's behavior with the greatest malice, and Zhao Yang felt that their guess was very likely.

Third uncle, Xiaoshuang, you have to hide it!

Then, Zhao Yang remembered Zhang Sleeve again.

I don't know how Sister Sleeve is now......

It's four or five thousand meters above sea level, there is no cell phone signal, and his cell phone ran out of battery before he could go up the mountain.

What if those warriors found out about Jin Po and Song Xiu and couldn't contact him?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang couldn't wait any longer, and immediately decided to go down the mountain immediately!

It's just that......

The shadow of Leng Qingmei's eyebrows has been lingering in Zhao Yang's mind for the past three days.

Leng Qingmei has been busy dealing with the old sect master's affairs in the past few days, and he hopes infinitely that he can see Leng Qingmei and chat with her or something.

In the past few days, he had seen Leng Qingmei several times, but he just stood in the dark and looked at her from afar, without saying a word to her.

Zhao Yang knew that this day would come sooner or later, and he would sit opposite Leng Qingmei sooner or later, and there was no one around, just him and her, the two of them chatted casually......

But now, in order to open his sleeves, he had to go......

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang was about to get up and pack his things, but he heard someone knocking lightly on the door outside......

Zhao Yang's heart moved, and he said in his heart, why didn't he hear the footsteps just now?

Could it be that the person who knocks on the door is a master?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang walked to the door and opened the door directly.

However, at the moment when he opened the door, he saw clearly the people standing outside, and Zhao Yangden was stunned!

This person is dressed in a dark robe, but he is middle-aged, but he is difficult to hide, who else can he be if he is not cold and light-eyed?

Zhao Yang froze in place, staring blankly at Leng Qingmei.

Speaking of which, it was the first time he had looked at her so closely!

He saw her once-peerless face, and he also saw the shallow crow's feet at the corners of her eyes......

At the age of forty, there are wrinkles......

It seems that she must have been very bitter and stuffy in the altar for more than twenty years......

I heard that she has been missing two people all these years......

Zhao Yang looked at Leng Qingmei in a daze, and Leng Qingmei was also carefully examining Zhao Yang's face.

I don't know how long it took, a cold wind came with wind and snow, Zhao Yang woke up, and his face turned red for no reason!

"Ah...... Please come in!" After speaking, Zhao Yang stepped aside and asked Leng Qingmei to enter the house.

Leng lightly stepped over the threshold, walked into the room, looked around, and then walked to the table and sat down.

Zhao Yang looked at the back of the cold eyebrows, and only felt that this middle-aged woman's demeanor and movements were elegant and made people feel an indescribable kindness.

Then, he walked over to the table and stopped at the right hand side of the cold eyebrows.

He didn't sit down directly, and was about to speak, but he saw Leng Qingmei raise his head and whispered to him, "Sit down first." ”

Listening to Leng Qingmei's words, Zhao Yang naturally sat down, and everything seemed very natural.

This is not Zhao Yang's character, with Zhao Yang's character, if he wants to stand, he wants to sit, he has to think about it before he decides to agree.

However, Leng Qingmei asked him to sit, and he sat down without thinking.

At this time, he was very close to Leng Qingmei, carefully looking at this face that was very similar to himself, Zhao Yang's heartbeat began to speed up uncontrollably, and there was a trace of nervousness on his face that was difficult to hide.

At this time, Leng Qingmei actually reached out and stroked his forehead!

In this way, Zhao Yang is even more nervous!

His forehead was already overflowing with sweat!

Leng Qingmei's hand slid from Zhao Yang's forehead to his cheek, with a complex tenderness in his eyes.

Her hands are very soft and soft, and they feel like the hands of his deceased adoptive mother, Wang Yueying, gentle and loving.

Zhao Yang didn't move, just looked at Leng Qingmei, and from the other party's eyes, Zhao Yang saw an indescribable sense of care.

For a moment, Zhao Yang felt that his heart was in touch with Leng Qingmei, he felt something, but he couldn't describe this feeling.

Leng Qingmei's hand had an indescribable temperature, and a faint fragrance rushed into Zhao Yang's nose, Zhao Yang only felt that this fragrance was so familiar to him, it seemed that he had been familiar with it since birth.

However, soon, he shrank his head back, got rid of Leng Qingmei's hand, looked at her and said, "Sect Master, it seems that you shouldn't treat an outsider like this......

(End of chapter)