The heroine died in the place where she 'came out of the mountain'.

The thing she saw on it at that time should be the heroine.

Lingqiong didn't quite understand why Jiang He's group of people could still blatantly come to other people's territory.

Is this the arrogance of being a villain?

Lingqiong stepped into the main hall, and there was a spirit card standing at the front, and next to him stood a man dressed in white like snow.

The man was extremely young, with snow-white hair hanging down smoothly behind him, as handsome as a fairy.

He was standing there expressionless at this time, as if there was a layer of enchantment around him, and no one could approach him at will.

The male protagonist deserves to be the male protagonist, and they are all top matches.

This appearance, this figure...... Tsk tsk!!

It's a pity, it's a pity.

It would be nice if it could be collected.

There is no time for fate - you have to be strong!

Ay.

Lingqiong can only think about it, after all, she has a single-minded personality for herself, and she can't be so attentive.

Thinking about the troubles on the male protagonist, she suddenly calmed down a lot.

Lingqiong was thinking nonsense while waiting for the people in front of her to leave.

Yan Weishan's gaze kept lowering, like a sculpture, and he didn't react.

Lingqiong inserted the incense into the incense burner and wanted to slip away.

The male protagonist is a little scary, she is afraid.

"Stop!"

Lingqiong's hand holding the hem of her skirt paused, and the options in her mind were running quickly, or stopping and jumping sideways repeatedly.

"Weishan Immortal Venerable." Jiang He turned around first and saluted respectfully, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Yan Weishan's lowered gaze just now was placed on Ling Qiong at this time.

The eyes were cold, with a scrutinizing and unpredictable darkness, which made people feel cold.

Lingqiong put her skirt down, turned around, folded her hands in front of her in a regular manner, looked at Yan Weishan's line of sight, and smiled lightly.

At this time, the male protagonist should not know who she is......

So what are you doing with Daddy?

Yan Weishan stared at her directly, and her voice was low: "Who is she?" ”

"Weishan Immortal Venerable, this is our young master." Jiang He replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Young owner?" Yan Weishan paused for two seconds, "Haven't you young village owners been missing for many years?" ”

Jiang He: "We also just found the young owner some time ago. ”

"Really?"

Yan Weishan's tone was a little strange.

"Yes."

Jiang He didn't panic at all, and dealt with Yan Weishan's questions.

Yan Weishan didn't say anything more, signaling that they could go.

Ling Qiong immediately turned around and left the main hall.

Walking out of the distance, Lingqiong covered her chest and patted it, "What does he mean?" ”

Jiang He couldn't figure out what Yan Weishan meant.

Yan Weishan didn't have any special performance just now......

Jiang He said: "Maybe I haven't seen you, so I ask more." ”

Ling Qiong pouted, "There are many people he hasn't seen, why do you just ask me, is it because I am more good-looking?" ”

Jiang He: "......"

How many people are here, and does everyone know him?

If you don't know him, ask him, then how can he pretend to be a sculptural figure?

There must be ghosts!

……

Basilica.

At this time, the door of the temple was closed, and the light of the entire hall was slightly dim.

Yan Weishan sat on the futon on the ground, holding a hairpin in his hand.

Yan Weishan stared at the hairpin for a long time, his fingertips slowly injected spiritual power, and the hairpin flew out of his hand and hung in the void.

There is a picture that is projected from the hairpin and unfolds in the air, forming a complete image.

Looking up from below, there is a woman standing above, dodging falling rubble.

This is the picture of the cave where Lingqiong first came.

The picture is not clear, the falling gravel obscures the people in the picture, and the rapid movement makes it even more blurry.

Judging from this picture alone, Yan Weishan was not sure if he was the same person as the young owner.

But his instinct ...... Be.

Yan Weishan took back the hairpin, and the picture disappeared.

"Someone."

The door to the main hall was pushed open a little, and someone came in from the outside.

"Immortal Venerable."

Yan Weishan ordered, "Go and check the young owner of Yuelu Mountain Villa." ”

The visitor didn't ask why, so he left.

……

Lingqiong felt that something was not quite right and wanted to slip away.

Only by staying away from the male protagonist can you survive!

But Jiang He said that if they leave now, if there is really any suspicion, doesn't it just show that they are weak-minded?

So Jiang He felt that he couldn't go.

After thinking about it, Ling Qiong may feel that what Jiang He said makes sense, and reluctantly agrees - at least he will slip away until tomorrow!

The courtyard where Lingqiong lived never stopped, and after a while, people came over to see her, the young owner.

After all, the young owner of the village, who had been missing for many years, was suddenly found.

They have to come over and say a few polite words when they meet.

Lingqiong was still a little fresh at the beginning.

The back and forth were all those few polite words, otherwise it would be her words, and soon the freshness was gone, and while Jiang He was not paying attention, he slipped away directly.

……

Tianqing Sect covers a huge area, the main peak is several, the buildings on the main peak are magnificent, the clouds and mist are swirling, from the outside, it is quite spectacular.

In addition to the good scenery, the aura is also very strong.

Lingqiong could feel those spiritual qi constantly surging into her body, but she didn't take the initiative to absorb it, and went out again in a circle.

Ling Qiong felt like a human body filter.

Ling Qiong has now adapted to this body and can use her flying skills proficiently.

In a place with a strong aura, using spiritual power will get twice the result with half the effort, and it is quite refreshing to fly.

However, when she flew to one place, the spiritual power in her body instantly seemed to be clogged and could not be used.

The spiritual power was interrupted, and Lingqiong instantly fell straight down like a powerless flying machine.

If it weren't for the trees below as a buffer, Lingqiong felt that she would have to explain here.

"Phew!"

Lingqiong came down from the branch and straightened her hair and clothes first.

What is this place?

Ling Qiong turned her head to look around, and it didn't seem to be any different from other places.

Then why can't you use spiritual power all of a sudden?

Ling Qiong was also not familiar with Tianqing Sect, so she didn't pay much attention when she was flying, and she didn't know where she was at this time.

Lingqiong walked out of the wooded place, went to the open area, and looked into the distance.

It resembled a V-shaped canyon, and she was standing at the entrance at this point, and in the depths, something like a spire peeked out of the canopy.

There was a flash of golden light on the spire.

Lingqiong frowned, and just wanted to go over to take a look, when she heard a scream in the distance.

"Ahh

When she looked inside, the golden light was gone, as if it had been her hallucination.

Lingqiong wanted to continue inside, but found that the front was blocked by a layer of transparent things, and she couldn't get through.

"Ahh

The distant shouts continued to be heard, and the voices were getting closer and closer.

……

Lingqiong came back from a stroll outside, and Jiang He was so anxious.

When he saw someone coming back, he ran over directly, "Ancestor, where have you been?" ”

"Walk around." Lingqiong sat down on a chair and said, "Pour me a glass of water." ”

Jiang He poured water and said: "This is the Tianqing Sect, ancestor, don't run around, if there is any accident, how can Jiang He explain to the elders." ”

"I'm such a big person, what kind of accident can happen."

"Ancestor, your clothes ......" Jiang He pointed to the hem of his skirt, which was all torn.

"Broken by a branch." Lingqiong took two sips of the water cup, puffed out her cheeks and complained, "This dress is too sturdy, isn't there any magic clothes or anything like that?" ”

——— Small Theatre———

Jiang He: Ancestor, do you know why the clothes are not strong?

Lingqiong: Why?

Jianghe: Because they don't vote!

Lingqiong: ...... Don't you vote?