When I returned to Luoxia Peak, it was the middle of the moon, and when the night was deep, the clouds and mist around the mountains had dissipated, but the smell of the spirit in the air had not completely disappeared, only making people feel that the ethereal breath was coming to the face, which was particularly refreshing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After Yuan Fengqing watched Qing Yang leave, he returned to the room, sat down cross-legged, stripped his mind out, and dived into the Ring.

But when she saw that there was nothing in the dark heaven and earth except for the elixir garden she planted in the back mountain, she couldn't help but be stunned.

She didn't expect that the blood painting had really left the world of the Ring, and at first she thought that he was deliberately playing tricks on herself, but after seeing the empty world of the Ring, she suddenly realized that the guy had really unlocked the seal of the Ring, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

A lot of pictures began to flash in his mind, from the very beginning of knowing him, he deliberately said that he wanted to eat Xiao Liu, and later helped her rescue Qing Yang and other disciples in the hands of Huangpi Zijing in the back mountain of Canghua Mountain, collected the three-headed giant snake in the Thousand Bats Cave, and then seriously injured the Dark Night Daoist in Pearl City to stop his plan to destroy the world. In the underwater world, he helped him break the mirror array, helped her seize the fire spirit bead, etc., etc., after many pictures were intertwined, there was only one thought left: it turned out that from beginning to end, he helped himself and saved her life a lot of times!

There was a trace of melancholy in his heart, but after thinking about it, this person was both powerful and mysterious, no one knew where he came from, and no one knew what his purpose was, but there was no doubt that he would definitely go to find the person who sealed him in the Lord Ring for revenge, that person could seal the powerful blood painting of Rusi, naturally he was not an idle person, it could be a strong man in the Lingchuan Continent, or it could be a strong man in another world, once the blood painting really wanted revenge, it would definitely set off an earth-shattering event, and she did not want to be involved.

Whether she is selfish or cold-blooded, she still has a sea of blood and revenge that has not been avenged, how can she be willing to be involved in other people's affairs?

Therefore, it is good that he is gone, and it may not be a good thing for Yuan Fengqing to stay away from this dangerous person.

So, she suppressed the unclear emotions in her heart, turned over and fell asleep.

This sleep was extremely restless, and I had several dreams intermittently, many of which were blood-painted figures, with black hair like a waterfall, purple robes dragging to the ground, cold eyebrows, and amber eyes flashing, looking at it like falling into a cold pool. But in the blink of an eye, he became a handsome boy again, his long hair was tied up, his fans were folded, the cold and gentle in his black eyes were a lot, and occasionally he would show a faint smile, as if he could change his face, sometimes evil and cold, sometimes gentle as the wind, it felt like two people, just with the same face.

These dreams made Yuan Fengqing frown all night, and the cold sweat on his forehead never stopped, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

When it was almost dawn, she didn't have those messy dreams anymore, but went to a very beautiful dream fairyland, where the green mountains and clear waters, the peach blossoms were like forests, and the sky was blue and heartbreaking.

Yuan Fengqing stood in the Yinyin grassland, looking at the distant mountains and near the water in front of him, the pond was full of lotus flowers and green leaves, there was a natural beauty, a gust of wind blew, the fragrance of lotus flowers and peach blossoms entered the tip of the nose at the same time, feeling like a fairyland outside the world.

Suddenly, a white fox appeared in her field of vision, with no flaws on its white fur, but the most amazing thing was that it had nine white fox tails, like a blooming flower flying all over the sky, and those blue eyes were like a sapphire, bright and dazzling.

Yuan Fengqing looked at it in surprise, and it also stopped to look at it, the water in the blue eyes flickered, and there was a mist of water.

Although this nine-tailed white fox is extremely dexterous and cute, but for some reason, it reminds Yuan Fengqing of the long-lost Xiaoliu, although Xiaoliu does not have nine fox tails that are waving in the wind, but it is also as small and delicate as it, with white hair like snow, and it is extremely warm in his arms.

Yuan Fengqing was already half-asleep at this time, thinking about Xiaoliu in her mind, but in her dream was the pure white nine-tailed fox, which made her a little unable to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality, but that beautiful and ethereal place like a fairyland left a very deep impression in her heart, and it was difficult to forget it in this life.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the room through the papier-mâché window and sprinkled on Yuan Fengqing, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the familiar room with a worried expression before she came to her senses.

After washing, she walked towards Qiyun Peak on foot in the sunshine, she knew that Chu Junli was waiting for her, and she also had many things to explain to Chu Junli, so as not to misunderstand more in the future and not be able to explain clearly.

The breeze was blowing, the sun was shining, and after coming out of the slaughterhouse at the bottom of the South China Sea and returning to a peaceful life, she always had a feeling of unreality, as if all the previous dangerous experiences were just a nightmare, and now she woke up from a dream.

Along the way, many disciples of Cangyunmen saw her, and they all ran over from far away to salute her respectfully, and there was no longer the previous indifference and contempt in their eyes, Yuan Fengqing nodded with a smile one by one to show closeness. In fact, she never cared about the attitude of the disciples of Cangyunmen towards her, and she didn't mind their contempt for her in the past, this world is like this, the weak eat the strong, when you are very strong, you don't have to worry about no one being close to you, and when you are weak and weak, you are the only one who clings to others.

The strength she showed from the Immortal Gate Martial Arts to the performance at the bottom of the South China Sea had already spread throughout the entire sect, and coupled with the astonishing vision caused by the previous seven months of retreat, she broke through to the cultivation of the late stage of the Jiedan at the age of twenty, which doubled her status in the hearts of all her disciples, and it was not surprising that she was respected.

After stepping onto Qiyun Peak, she saw Qing Miao waiting in the middle of the square from a distance, and as soon as she saw her, she immediately stepped forward and arched her hand, "Uncle Xiao, Master is already waiting for you, please come with me." ”

Yuan Fengqing was not surprised how Chu Junli would know that she had come to Qiyun Peak, after all, she had seen many disciples who got up early and practiced in the morning along the way, and Qiyun Peak was the main peak among the eight peaks, so she naturally controlled every move in the 100,000 Cangyun Mountain, so she just nodded lightly and followed Qing Miao around the Cangyun Hall and into the layers of roofs behind.

Although he has been in Cangyun Gate for more than ten years, Yuan Fengqing is still the first time to walk behind Qiyun Peak, and he feels a little fresh.

Different from the small courtyard behind Luoxia Peak, the houses behind Qiyun Peak are built according to the mountain, homeopathic and high, the hundred miles of houses carved dragons and phoenixes, continuous and picturesque, the more you go back, the more the houses are like being hidden between the sea of clouds, quite spectacular.

After all, it is the main peak of Cangyun Sect, even if Chu Junli has not recruited apprentices in recent years, but after all, he is the head of the sect, and there are naturally many disciples who want to worship Qiyun Peak.

Walking through the deep nine-song corridor, smelling the fragrant fragrance of flowers, Yuan Fengqing's mind was still immersed in the chaotic dream of last night, and he didn't notice that today's Qingmiao was a little different.