Qinglian picked up the cup of tea that the shopkeeper had poured at the beginning and drank it all.

The tea, which used to smoke white, is now cold and tasteless.

The cold tea slid down her throat, taking away a little bit of heat and pulling Qinglian's reason back.

She pressed the teacup heavily on the table, still facing the open window, looking at the bustling street, her eyes were dark, and she whispered: "Go and find out where Yang Zhi did something." ”

A dark shadow sprang out of the shadows of the room, and when it folded, it went out of the window and disappeared.

After the black shadow left, Qinglian sat alone for a quarter of an hour, looking at the door that had not been opened since she entered, and a light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

After a long time, a deep voice sounded in the empty room again: "Go check Tumen, and check Bai Xing and his wife for me." ”

In the darkness, a shadow emerges, then disappears.

Qinglian sat for a while, got up and left the box.

Lucky took his disciples out to run errands, while Bai Tu stayed in the restaurant to practice.

Although the competition between Qinglian and Yang Zhi is based on Yang Zhi's infatuation, even if the performance is abnormal, the competition between the two of them is very exciting, and it has an encouraging effect on Bai Tu, a slacker.

She was already fifty percent sure that Qinglian was the murderer, and at the same time thought to herself, she didn't seem to be able to beat Qinglian, not to mention that Qinglian had the Pure Lotus Gate behind her as a backer, maybe Yang Zhi's brain regretted that day and wanted to reunite with Qinglian, then the section behind him might also become an enemy.

Although she is in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, Qinglian has just entered the transformation of the gods, but the knowledge reserves and background resources are there, and she is very suspenseful about Qinglian.

She didn't look down on Luck and Tu Men, but was proud of him, but Tu Men was a sect that was only a few decades old, whether it was the Pure Lotus Sect or the Festival, it was a sect that had been passed down for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and it couldn't be compared at all.

This made her realize that she had to work hard to improve herself, otherwise let alone finding the truth to prove herself, even if she was found secretly pinched to death by Qinglian that day, it would not attract any attention.

This world is like this, the weak eat the strong, the strong are respected, and human life is like ants, unless there is a tragedy like the Qingluan faction being destroyed by evil cultivators, no one will pay attention.

Until now, not many people remember the Qingluan faction and the former demon girl, right?

However, Bai Tu finally cheered herself up and worked hard to cultivate, and Bai Shu and Luo Bo, who had been forgotten by her for a long time, knocked on the door and asked her to go out to play.

Bai Tu resisted the temptation and practiced for another half an hour before he opened the door and went out with them happily.

Bai Tu said righteously: "Tell you okay, I'll go out to play for a while, and I'll come back to continue cultivating in a while." ”

Luo Bo snorted disdainfully, "Okay, okay, if you can resist the loss of noodles outside, braised pork, roast suckling pig, roast goose, pipa duck, shredded chicken...... You won't come out with us. ”

Bai Tu: "......" is still a good friend if it is not pierced.

The city of Mocheng at night is very lively, halfway through the event, there are many eliminated loose cultivators and pill medicine masters, but the number of monks in the city is not decreasing, and there is a tendency to increase.

The streets are bustling with people, the shops on the street are brightly lit, and the shops are open to welcome guests from all over the world.

After a few laps, Bai Tu was separated from the two again.

After looking for a while, I didn't find anyone, and I planned to go back directly to continue my cultivation, but at this time I saw a more familiar figure.

Yang ...... Yang what? ”

Bai Tu approached, and the man just turned his face, it was really Yang Zhi.

He was dressed in a black power suit, his long hair was tied high behind his head by a purple satin, his perfect face was completely exposed, his eyebrows were even more sharp, his temperament was extraordinary, and his gloomy and irritable momentum made the people around him dare not approach, and everyone else was crowded, but wherever he went, it seemed that someone had specially set aside a distance of fifty centimeters, which looked out of place.

Yang Zhi is the most talented and highly accomplished person of the younger generation, and his family background is also very good, the Yang family is a big family of cultivation, and the head of the family is Yang Zhi's father.

When Yang Zhi was three years old, the crystal stone burst out with a burst of fiery red light, strong and pure, according to the person in charge of testing the spirit root at that time, it seemed that he could feel the scorching temperature of the crystal stone.

Three-year-old Yang Zhi has become a genius competing for various sects.

And the three-year-old Yang Zhi Zaohui chose the festival among the major sects, worshiped the great elder as a teacher to enter the festival practice, and all kinds of elixir resources fell on him, and in the end he lived up to expectations, and reached a height that everyone could not reach at a young age.

It stands to reason that he should be surrounded by Jiejie disciples, or his girlfriend's group, but now he appears alone on the street, what will he do here?

Bai Tu moved a little closer, feeling his emotional instability more clearly.

Irritable, nervous and tangled, full of anger, he raised his head from time to time, glanced at a closed window upstairs, looked at it yearningly, and then lowered his head suddenly, pinched his thighs, and said something with his mouth open, with a vicious expression, which frightened many people, but not including Bai Tu.

When she saw Yang Zhi's hesitation, she understood a little when she thought about what she heard this morning.

Probably Qinglian was waiting for him behind that window.

Or maybe Qinglian has already left.

Looking at Yang Zhi's appearance, he was reluctant to let go of his cruel words in the morning, and he faintly regretted it, but he couldn't put it down and went up to Qinglian.

Bai Tu continued to stand not far away and stared at him for a while, but when he didn't see Qinglian appear, he suddenly felt bored and turned to leave.

She didn't notice that not far from her, there were two lines of sight, staring at her and Yang Zhi respectively.

Bai Tu got lost and walked all the way to the river.

It's rare to get lost, so she will make a mistake and walk along the riverbank.

There are many awning boats and many painting boats on the river, and most of the awning boats are lit with a small oil lamp, which is dim and very tasteful.

The painting boat is brightly lit, illuminating a radius of ten meters, the river is flashing with light, and the sound of singing and piano and laughter is transmitted to the river bank along the evening breeze, and penetrates into the ears of the tourists on the shore, which is intoxicating.

Bai Tu liked it very much, and he was not in a hurry to go back, so he found a place to feel and sat down, holding his head and looking at the river, watching the boats slowly pass in front of him, his body automatically absorbed the spiritual power around him, and cultivated by himself, and his cultivation in the middle stage of the transformation gradually increased, and she touched the door of the late stage of the transformation of the god, but she did not find it.

A painting boat passed by, and she glanced at it casually, and her body froze.

After the transformation of spiritual power, her eyesight is very good, there is no myopia in the monk, and there are very few people with such good eyesight like her.

Bai Tu stood up and patted the grass clippings on his buttocks, stood on tiptoe to drink the slightly small painting boat, and muttered to himself, "Why is he here?" ”

She saw an acquaintance standing on the boat, an acquaintance from fifty years ago.

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