Murong Qingran solved Wei Hu's matter, his heart was relieved, and he joked to the star anise, "Cumin, you like your uncle so much, why don't you worship your uncle as a teacher?" ”

"Do you think Uncle Shi can worship his disciples if he wants to?" Octagon alerted, "You want to spy on my sect's secrets?" ”

No matter how mysterious the Qishan Sect is, isn't it just a stinky Taoist priest of the Tao, Murong Qingran was made to cry and laugh by the words of the eight corners, "Okay, okay, I don't ask." ”

"You look down on our Qishan faction!" No one has ever dared to laugh at the head of the Qishan faction, don't look at the young age of the octagonal cultivator, but he has a deep affection for the Qishan faction, in his eyes, the master is an immortal-like cunzii, he stretched out his small fist, and he was about to hit Murong Qingran.

Ask, just say that she spied on their Qishan faction, and if she doesn't ask, just say that she looks down on the Qishan faction?

This little Taoist priest is also quite difficult to serve.

Murong Qingran smiled secretly, facing a little Taoist, no, it should be an arrogant and irritable little Taoist boy, Murong Qingran not only didn't get angry, but he also liked to tease him, "I saved you, but you want to beat me, cumin, is the Taoism of your Qishan faction teaching people to be ungrateful?" ”

"Don't call me 'cumin.'" Octagon was so angry that his little face turned red, and he was obviously called Octagon.

"I haven't seen each other for many years, but Miss Murong still likes to fight over words so much." The thirteenth prince pressed the octagon, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile was gloomy.

Murong Qingran brushed his hair with his hands, "I haven't seen it for many years, and the thirteenth prince has not yet cultivated half of the immortal qi, it seems that this Qi Mountain is not the rumored cave heaven blessed land." ”

The thirteenth prince's smile froze, indeed, since he was a child, due to his frailty and illness, he has cultivated in Qishan so far, although his qualifications are not bad, but he only lacks the aura of entering the Dao, and the Taoist is not like studying, even if he is full of economy, in the Daomen, it is only a lower level, and only the disciples of the Daomen who have an innate aura can cultivate a higher Dao. If it weren't for the fact that he was the disciple of the sect, the disciples of the Qishan faction would call him 'Thirteen Senior Brothers' for the sake of the sect, otherwise with his cultivation foundation, he would not be able to get close to the sect leader.

The thirteenth prince was struck by Murong Qingran's words, and his face became even more ugly, "Miss Murong should think more about yourself, you don't need to worry about this son's affairs." ”

Who did she offend, this Qishan faction one by one, they are all inexplicable, five years ago, the Qishan faction was in charge of the sect and hurt her if he didn't say a word, this thirteen son, it was even more weird, he couldn't persuade her to worship him as a teacher, so he used to kill, and today's little Taoist boy who just came down the mountain is also a virtue with the thirteen princes, opening his mouth and closing his mouth The Qishan faction, and protecting the Qishan faction like a god in the nine heavens, Murong Qingzhi secretly said, the rumored Qishan faction in the world will not be a group of crazy people cultivating the Tao.

The carriage stopped, Xiong Da jumped out of the carriage, fell on the ground and listened for a while, then said in a panic, "Miss, that group of people is following us closely, what should we do?" ”

Murong Qingran said, "What are you afraid of, the person they want to kill is not us, so what if they catch up." ”

"Bad woman." Octagon was so frightened that he shrank into the arms of the thirteenth prince.

"Don't be afraid, it's fine." The thirteenth prince rarely showed a gentle look on his face, he calmed the octagon, looked up at Murong Qingran, Murong Qingran was not cold, and he was quite a little downright, "I think you and Miss Ben are also old acquaintances, and Miss Ben will bury you two in a big way." You are cultivators, and you have become immortals, isn't it your dream? ”

"You!" The thirteenth prince was furious, but he was afraid of scaring the eight corners, so he endured his anger, "Today's matter, this son owes you a favor." One day, this son will return you. ”

After speaking, he pushed the anise into Murong Qingran's arms, and then flew out of the carriage himself.

"Take your young lady and leave quickly!" The thirteenth prince drew his sword, Xiong Da was so intimidated by him, he subconsciously responded, and drove the carriage and immediately galloped.

Hey, Murong Qingran was annoyed, who did he think he was, and he dared to order her like this.

Lowering his head and looking at the little Taoist priest trembling in his arms, Murong Qingran said in an unkind tone, "Aren't your Qishan factions quite powerful, how can there be assassins who are so bold to hunt you down." ”

"Who wants you to save!" Anise is more stubborn.

Murong Qingran grabbed him tightly, "You don't let Miss Ben save you, Miss Ben saved you today." Looking at your thirteenth senior brother, it seems that he also has some background, if I see him again, Miss Ben will have to ask him for some gratuity. ”

"Bad woman." The senior brothers on the mountain all said that the woman under the mountain should be as gentle as she was, woo, it's all a lie, the octagon was dragged by Murong Qingran and couldn't move, the little face was just chased and killed, and the look of fear had not yet dissipated, and at this moment there was a little more helplessness, without the thirteenth prince by his side, how could he be Murong Qingran's opponent, Murong Qingran glared at him coldly, and snorted, he shrank his head in fear.

"You don't know martial arts." Murong Qingran was surprised.

Octagon was stunned for a moment, and then his little face turned crimson, he actually forgot that he had martial arts because he was afraid of this bad woman, woo, it was too embarrassing, and he was known by the senior brothers, and he couldn't raise his head in the future.

"Who said I wouldn't, huh." Octagon twisted his head.

Murong Qingran smiled and threatened, "This is good, if you use force against a woman, wouldn't you be a cultivator in vain." ”

The carriage drove fast, and when it arrived at the gate of the county seat, Murong Qingran changed to another carriage.

"Don't worry, your thirteenth senior brother is strong in martial arts, those people can't beat him, with you, he can't escape." Murong Qingran saw Bajiao poke his head out frequently, pulled him back to the carriage, and said to him, "When we arrive at the Shen family in a while, you will say that you are a disciple of the nearby Taoist temple." ”

"I am a ......"

"Got it, are you a disciple of the Qishan faction?" Murong Qingran patted his octagonal little head, "Your thirteenth senior brother handed you over to me, does it mean that you have to listen to me, well, if you don't listen to me, if those assassins chase after me and catch you and me, you little Taoist priest will die if he dies, but Miss Ben neither cultivates nor worships Buddha, and she dies unjustly." ”

"You're not going to lie to me, are you?" Octagon looked at Murong Qingran with innocent eyes, this bad woman seemed to have some truth, he couldn't even affect her, although she was a bad woman.

Murong Qingran asked rhetorically, "Lying to you, I want to take Miss Ben's life, do you think Miss Ben is necessary?" ”

Xiong Da is secretly worried about Octagon, a serious young lady is the most terrifying, little Taoist, you are too easy to deceive. As long as Miss calls, the guards hiding in the shadows will come to save Miss, and whoever dies, Miss will not be willing to die herself.

The carriage entered the backyard of the Shen family, and a maid stepped forward, saluted Murong Qingran, and looked at the octagonal again.

Octagon was not surprised to see the Shen family's mansion, it seemed that the mansion of the richest man in Pingyin County was just a small house in his eyes.

"You live here." The implication is that that's not all.

Murong Qingran nodded, "Stay overnight for a few days temporarily, and when I'm done, I'll leave." ”

Maybe it was because Murong Qingran saved him, although Bajiao was arrogant in words, he didn't have any malice, and he followed Murong Qingran step by step. R1154