The cold wind of the plateau blew through the night and in the low and rough cave, a small sheep Qing'er came out of it, looking at the hole full of traces of wind and sand with some headaches.

It's going to take a lot of time to clean up.

But for Yang Qing'er, this trouble is happy.

Not only did he survive the situation that he thought he was going to die, but he was lucky enough to move from the depths of the desolate desert to this plateau with a little greenery.

Even though the residence has changed from a tent to a cave that conforms to the characteristics of the plateau, as far as Yang Qing'er is concerned, she is really happy in her heart.

Hey? Why didn't you see anyone today?

Yang Qing'er looked at it and found that the entrance of the other caves was empty, and she was a little puzzled.

It stands to reason that at this time, everyone should be in full swing to clean up the wind and sand at the entrance of the cave.

Why is it that the wind and sand have not gone today, but the people are gone!

Did I wake up early?

Yang Qing'er thought subconsciously.

At that moment, a cheer came from a small hill that was not high.

Yang Qing'er's heart moved, and she hurriedly walked over to see what the situation was.

After crossing the small hill that can be crossed in a few steps, the next moment, Yang Qing'er looked at the scene in front of her, stunned in place, and her eyes gradually turned red.

The adults and children of the tribe, both men and women, were gathered in a circle at this time.

There were three people standing in the circle, a handsome young man, a woman with a noble temperament, and a monk who was not angry and arrogant.

However, at this time, in Yang Qing'er's eyes, only the existence of the young man remained.

Because, that man, he once fought against thousands of wolf demons by himself and saved their tribe.

...........

Before Lu Qingshan left the Xisha Plateau, he decided to take one last look at the sheep tribe that had been placed here by the Chicken Soup Temple.

He was now surrounded by a group of grateful sheep tribesmen, and everyone looked at him with awe and adoration.

Lu Qingshan's eyes swept by, and he just caught a glimpse of the stunned little girl on the hillside.

He beckoned to the little girl on the hillside.

Yang Qing'er reacted immediately, ran down in a hurry, ran to Lu Qingshan, lowered her head and called timidly: "Sir." ”

Yang Qing'er was wearing a suit made of wool, with narrow sleeves on her left side, and her face was slightly red with timidity in front of Lu Qingshan.

She grabbed the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and after a shout, she didn't know what to say.

Lu Qingshan smiled, "The sword style I taught you, are you still practicing?" ”

"Yes." Yang Qing'er plucked up the courage to raise her head, looked at Lu Qingshan's warm gaze, and said seriously.

After speaking, Yang Qing'er couldn't help lowering her eyebrows.

Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing'er's hair, "Practice hard, and you will be able to protect your tribe in the future." ”

"I'm leaving, and besides, this sword is for you."

The voice of "sir" sounded in Yang Qing'er's ears, and when she raised her head again, she found that Mr. and the other two had disappeared in place.

In front of her, a cyan sword sank into the earth.

This must be the sword that my husband gave me.

Yang Qing'er thought in a daze.

She stretched out her right hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and with a little force, drew the sword from the ground.

The dazzling sword light flashed, and the sword was already held in the little girl's hand.

Yang Qing'er was surprised to find that this longsword, which looked very extraordinary, was very light for some reason.

Even a weak person like her makes it effortless, as if it was made for her.

Suddenly, the little girl saw two large characters on the sword with a faint silver light.

It's just a pity that she was born in a poor tribe and is illiterate.

"Yue Nu," the Yang patriarch on the side seemed to see Yang Qing'er's confusion and took the initiative to explain: "These two words are "Yue Nu". ”

"Yue Nu Sword .......," Yang Qing'er muttered.

She should have been very happy to get the sword from her husband, but at this time, her heart was clearly full of lost emotions.

I don't know if there will be a chance to see Mr. again.......

Yang Qing'er thought.

........

Yunlin City, a large human city adjacent to the Mogao Desert,

There are many local cultivators in the Mogao Desert, and there are also many ascetics who enter the Mogao ascetic, and these people all use Yunlin City as a place of supply.

This makes Yunlin City obviously in a border place, but it presents a strange prosperity scene.

At this time, there were some strange-looking people in all the restaurants in the city, as well as near the city gates.

Among these people, some of them are obviously not very good at disguise, and others who have a little eyesight can see that they are uncomfortable and seem to have a plan.

But no one cares much about that.

Because, in this city, there are too many monks.

As long as it's not for themselves, who cares?

Very close to the city gate, in an inn with an excellent geographical location, in the guest room facing the window, there were two monks leaning against the window, secretly watching the people entering and leaving the city gate.

"You said how long we have to crouch here, that Lu Qingshan doesn't know what happened when he enters Mogao, and he doesn't know when he will come out.

The task is arranged like this, let us wait for the rabbit and wait for Lu Qingshan to appear.

If this Lu Qingshan found some kind of retreat place in Mogao and practiced in retreat for a few years, wouldn't we have to wait here for a few years? That's funny, isn't it? One of the younger monks complained with some dissatisfaction.

"This is a big action to dispatch the personnel of the entire branch hall, and the importance is self-evident.

You'd better complain less, do our thing, and keep an eye on it.

If this Lu Qingshan passes by us, but we don't find out at the first time, and report it, and then we will be held accountable, I am afraid that you and I will not be able to please us. The older monk warned in a deep voice.

The young monk's slightly impatient expression retracted slightly, but he quickly asked curiously, "Why does this Lu Qingshan attract so much attention from above?"

Isn't it just the leader of the Seven Domains? You want to send all of our people to do something here to wait for the rabbit? ”

The older monk shook his head, "I don't know much about the specifics.

I have quietly asked Lord Yasha, and he just said that the value of this Lu Qingshan is unimaginable, and it is related to the ultimate plan of our underworld, so we should not take it lightly. ”

The young monk was silent, but this time, his impatient expression finally changed completely.

"Another monk has entered the city." The young monk said suddenly.

The two looked through the slightly open window in the direction of the city gate, their eyes wandering, like hunters examining their prey.

At this time, there were three monks entering the city, and at first glance they were companions.

The threesome, one was a bald monk dressed as a Buddha, the other was a young man dressed in black, and the other was a woman with an extremely stunning appearance, which made the young monks in the underworld look at it a few more times.

"Let's not talk about the woman, the monk is definitely not, then Lu Qingshan is a sword cultivator, with the temperament of a sword cultivator, even if he has a disguise, he will not pretend to be a monk.

But that young monk seems to be the right age, is it possible? The young monk's tone was tinged with hope.

"It's not." The elder monk's cold voice came.

In his hand, he held an ancient bronze mirror.

On the ancient mirror, there are three light smokes of different colors and thicknesses.

"The mirror shows that the three monks, the bald monk is a cultivator, the woman is a Yuanying cultivator, and the young man is just a little cultivator of qi refining.

According to the information, Lu Qingshan is a Yuanying Monk, so he is obviously not right," the older monk sighed, and said: "On the edge of the Mogao Desert, there are seven or eight big cities of the human race.

The probability that Lu Qingshan happens to appear in Yunlin City is extremely low, so let's do our duty, but don't expect too much. ”

It is not easy to find a needle in a haystack, especially since Lu Qingshan is very likely to have a magic weapon that disguises and changes his appearance.

Therefore, in order not to miss Lu Qingshan, the underworld naturally prepared some magic weapons to assist in squatting operations.

The bronze mirror is this kind of magic weapon.

The name of the ritual is Zhao Xiujing.

The function is also very simple, that is, it can silently detect the cultivation of a monk.

Of course, the restrictions are also very large, this magic weapon only works on the monks of the five realms and below, and no matter how high it is, it cannot be penetrated.

But it was enough to find out Lu Qingshan.

- Even if you Lu Qingshan are ever-changing, in a short period of time, can your cultivation still improve by leaps and bounds?

By looking through the mirror, they only need to identify the identity of the early Yuan Infant monks.

In fact, this cultivator didn't see much at all.

The two of them have been lying in Yunlin City for more than ten days, and so far, they have seen that the woman in front of them is a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and the other Yuan Infant Cultivators have not even seen a single hair, let alone Lu Qingshan's figure.

The young monk was a little dejected, looking at the bald monk and the young man at the gate of the city to say goodbye, and then asked, "This Refining Void Monk and Yuanying Monk actually came to this kind of place with a Qi Refining Monk, what kind of strange configuration is this?" ”

"It may be that the major cultivator of which sect is traveling with his own disciples." The elder monk replied nonchalantly.

........

"According to the abbot's instructions, the poor monk will send the two of you to this Yunlin City." The high monk from the Chicken Soup Temple and the young man and woman in front of him are in the right way

"There's a Rojoud Arhat." Lu Qingshan paid tribute to Haode Luohan.

From the Xisha Plateau to the nearest Terran city, you have to cross thousands of miles of desert land, fly directly to Mogao, and then go out from Mogao.

One is that his current cultivation is not allowed, and the other is that he and the Chicken Soup Temple also have some cause and effect, so Lu Qingshan simply asked the monk of the Chicken Soup Temple to give him a ride and bring him to this Cloud Forest City.

Naturally, the Chicken Soup Holy Monk would not refuse Lu Qingshan's request, and specially sent Haode Arhat, who had cultivated the void, to send him and Qin Yitian to Yunlin City.

"Amitabha, it's just a trivial matter, and it's not a matter of tire," Haode Arhat folded his hands and replied, "Say goodbye to the two donors." ”

After the words were finished, Hao De Luohan went straight out of the city, and his figure quickly disappeared from Lu Qingshan's field of vision.

With a long breath, Lu Qingshan took Qin Yitian and turned around and rushed to the teleportation circle in the city.

Naturally, he didn't know that he was already walking brightly under the noses of the underworld monks who were eyeing him.

On this trip, Lu Qingshan's destination is very simple and clear.

Borrowed Yunlin City to teleport the magic circle and transmitted it directly to Xiaowan City.

Xiaowan City is one of the large cities established in the Western Regions and Great Xia.

And in this prosperous city, there is a cultivation secret place that belongs to Great Xia.

Cleansing Pool!