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In the extreme north of Shenzhou, the sky over the 100,000-li Changchuan covered by miasma all the year round became a little more gray and gorgeous with the afterglow, and these two extremely different contradictions covered the sky over the Changchuan, adding a bit of danger and mystery to the 100,000-li Changchuan.

The main city closest to Changchuan is called Shangyuan City. Among the more than 20 main cities in Shenzhou, the scale of Shangyuan City can only be regarded as mid-stream, and the output attached to the periphery of Changchuan can be regarded as thriving.

Today's land of Shenzhou is dominated by Kunlun and Shushan, two blessed lands of cultivation, and each faction is in charge of ten cities, forming a trend of resistance in the court.

Shangyuan City belongs to Kunlun and is a subordinate city of Kunlun.

Yan Qingqiao walked around the corner of the street with a freshly obtained bead flower in his hand, and soon came to the most central market in Shangyuan City, and the side branch of the Yan family in Shangyuan City was located at the end of this central market.

The central market is as lively as ever, but today it is a little different from the usual one. Different from the lively shouts of the past, there are many more white-clothed monks and monks standing in the light in the bazaar today, standing in the bazaar like this, as if surrounded by an unknown layer of light, just like a pearl covered with dust. The mortals who did not cultivate only looked at it from afar, but they automatically distanced themselves from those monks.

Some of them were young monks who were born and raised in Shangyuan City, and some were unfamiliar faces, Yan Qingqiao quickly glanced at these monks with extraordinary appearances, and was about to leave quickly, but suddenly heard someone call her "Qing Qiao"

Yan Qingqiao raised his head and looked at the girl who spoke out, but this girl was only eleven or twelve years old, although she was young, her eyebrows were stretched, her posture was clear, and she could faintly see a little talent.

Right now, she was talking to a young man holding a sword with her head down, and when she saw her, she just called out, smiled and said hello, and then talked to the young man with a blue face.

Yan Qingqiao had long been accustomed to it, and after saying "I have something to do", she quickened her pace and walked forward, but the distance of dozens of steps was forced by her to walk a lot faster than usual.

After walking into the Yan family's wide Nanmu long plaque, she breathed a sigh of relief, but whispered silently with a little envy: "Sister Qingling is always so likable." ”

In the cultivation realm, the spiritual root is respected by the lesser, and the single spiritual root is also known as the heavenly spiritual root, which means the capital of the heavens; The twin spirit roots are the top; The three spiritual roots are in the middle; The four spiritual roots are below; The Five Elements Spiritual Root is even more influential.

Yan Qingling has a double spiritual root of gold and earth, and he takes advantage of the thick gold sharp earth, he is a high-grade spiritual root, and his qualifications are also extraordinary, but at the age of twelve, he is already at the sixth level of qi cultivation, and he is actually the best among the monks of the same generation in Shangyuan City.

On the other hand, she is only a few months apart from Yan Qingling's age, the spiritual root is an ordinary gold, water and earth three spirit roots, but her cultivation is only three layers of qi training, except that she is better than mortal physique, and she can use some spirit runes, but she can't even use a spell. No wonder every time she is mentioned, she is Qingling's sister, not her Yan Qingqiao's own name. Now there are spiritual roots in the younger generation of the Yan family in Shangyuan City, but she and Qingling are two, with this "genius" clan sister in front, she Yan Qingqiao is more like a transparent person. Yan Qiao bit her lip and walked silently to the room, although she was young, she didn't quite understand what the difference between the two would bring to her if it went on like this, but she was always a little envious in the end.

Looking at the back of the busy departure, the monks of Shangyuan City had long been accustomed to it. Instead, a monk with two purple beads in his hand let out a "huh" and rolled his eyes, as if he was interested in her.

The monk who had been talking a lot on the side couldn't help but explain Yan Qingqiao's background to the bottom: "Oh, she! It's Qingling's sister, and the spiritual root is not good, the three spiritual roots of gold, water and earth, and they are all twelve years old, and they have only practiced the third layer of qi. Tut-tut! The monk who spoke was only fourteen years old, and he was not at the age of longing for the wind and snow, but it seemed to be a natural instinct, and he couldn't help but judge again: "The long one is also a little more dusty."

The monk who was holding the two purple beads in his hand smiled when he heard this, and said, "I see. ”

Yan Qingling pricked up his ears as early as when this foundation building monk from Kunlun mentioned his family sister, and heard that this Liu Daoyou was only twenty and eight years old, and he had already built a foundation before he was thirty.

Hearing that the monk surnamed Liu began to inquire about a third-level little monk who practiced qi, a cold-faced sword cultivator not far away frowned and glanced at him: "Liu Shihong!" ”

The monk named Liu Shihong nodded, and looked at the cold-faced sword cultivator with a smile: "Brother Shui, don't worry, I can save it." ”

The implication is, don't worry, you don't care about this matter, I'll take care of my own affairs, you don't have to meddle in things.

Hearing this, the cold-faced sword cultivator frowned again, glanced at him, turned to leave, took two steps, and stopped, "You pay attention, I heard that the people of the Qin family are about to arrive in Shangyuan City in the past two days, although they have nothing to do with this matter... But don't go too far, or else..."

Liu Shihong smiled, and said rest assured, the cold-faced sword cultivator left completely.

Their overturning of the edge made several teenage friars all confused, not knowing what they were talking about. Although Yan Qingling said that he was young and didn't understand some things, he didn't know why, but he always felt that the monk surnamed Liu had an indescribable feeling when he mentioned his sister.

In the end, I was vigilant, and I was secretly annoyed that Fang had just told the clan sister that she was clean, and I don't know if that Liu Daoyou would think that she was a little too talkative.

Compared with Liu Shihong, although Yan Qingling also has the name of "genius" in Shangyuan City, but in the end she is too tender, the expression on her face is unpredictable, and she has already fallen into Zhou Shihong's eyes at all, and finally hesitated to speak: "Liu..."

Fang just said the word "Liu", but Liu Shihong had already blinked, reached out and pinched Yan Qingling's cheek affectionately: "It's still as beautiful as Xiao Qingling, when I grow up, I'm afraid it will attract many monks to become ministers under the skirt." ”

"You, you, excessively!" Yan Qingling's face turned red, she was born to the age of twelve, but she has always been precocious, and the monks of the same age around her only follow her like sycophants and will only echo, but this is the first time that someone dares to do this. Although Yan Qingling was a little annoyed in his heart, he inexplicably gave birth to a sense of vanity in his heart.

In the end, Liu Shihongsheng is also handsome and chic, and he has already done a lot of things about men and women, and he has also done a few things, from an ordinary monk with no background to today's status, although he can not be regarded as a genius in Kunlun before he is thirty years old, he can only be regarded as a genius, but in places like Shangyuan City, he is a real genius, speaking of which, there are also some hints of legend.

Now, as a personal disciple of Yuanying Zhenren, and Shui Wuguang received the order to carry out the mission in Shangyuan City, it can be said that Liu Shihong is extremely confident in his future.

The monk can only be called a real person when he cultivates to Jindan, and he is confident that he will only be able to cultivate to Liu Zhenren for a hundred years, and the future is very good, and it is inevitable that he will be a little high-spirited and proud.

A beautiful appearance like Yan Qingling is exactly what is most admired in the cultivation world, and it is not wrong to say it to Liu Shihong, and obviously, Yan Qingling himself knows such a thing.

It's just that there are ten thousand mouths, who can tell? For example, the little monk who has just passed by has a slightly dusty appearance, but because of his young age, he has not been deeply involved in the world, and his clean eyes seem to understand whether he understands or not, Liu Shihong only feels that there seems to be an invisible hand scratching his heart in his heart, which is really a little itchy. However, after saying a few words to Yan Qingling and others, he had a general eyebrow in his heart, but he couldn't see anything on his face.

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Night.

Yan Qingqiao took out a small purse, took out a Bigu Dan that he received in the morning, and swallowed it.

The jerky taste of Bigu Dan made Yan Qingqiao's brows frown, it was really the same as chewing wax, and it was unpalatable and tight. After the meal was over, the air was still filled with the smell of food that had not yet dissipated. Don't say that the side branch of the Yan family, even the main branch of the Yan family, it is impossible for everyone to have a spiritual root, even if the person who originally had a spiritual root is the lucky one chosen by heaven, naturally the Yan family also has a lot of mortals. The monks were afraid that eating too much fireworks would be harmful to their cultivation, so they would not eat it. For example, Yan Qingqiao and Yan Qingling have never felt the food of fireworks since they were children, although it is a pity, but the temptation of cultivating immortals is not comparable to the desire of the tongue, it is with their own mouths, and they have to manage it if they can't control it. Mortals are not afraid of the food of fireworks. Yan Qingqiao took a deep breath of the fragrance of the fireworks food, as if he had imagined the fragrance of the fireworks food, and his little face showed a little yearning.

After a while, he came back to his senses, shook his head fiercely, and muttered to himself: "Sister Qingling will not be like me, she must be extraordinary." Thinking of this, there was a bit of untimely loneliness on his face.

Liu Shihong had already found her place early in the morning, and after looking at the changing look on her face for a while, it was really a little greasy, and she wanted to find a pastime, but with a wave of her hand, the little monk who was meditating on the bed fell straight down.

Stretched out his hand to fish out Yan Qingqiao, but in the blink of an eye, he took him out of the Yan family.