Jiang Ping followed the two into the courtyard, out of curiosity about the flowers, Jiang Ping would come back with the two, he was not coveting the beauty of the flowers, but more curious about why the flowers were not strong, but they could hide their demonic energy.

If Hua Zixiang really mastered any strange treasures that could hide demonic energy, Jiang Ping would never be merciful just because she was a beauty, he didn't think that a seriously injured monk and a half-demon with a level of qi cultivation could block his attack.

"Alas, life is compelling!" Jiang Ping sighed silently in his heart, and when he walked into the residence of the two, Jiang Ping had already sprinkled a large amount of spiritual sense and searched overwhelmingly.

Jiang Pingyuan thought that he could find some strange treasures, but it backfired Jiang Ping's spiritual sense searched around, and there were only some daily necessities in this courtyard, and there were no strange treasures in Jiang Ping's imagination.

"Fellow Daoist, you better take back your spiritual sense, this is just an ordinary residence, and there are no formation talismans, you can come in with confidence." Song Qin mistakenly thought that Jiang Ping released his spiritual sense to eliminate danger, and couldn't help but explain to Jiang Ping with a smile.

Jiang Ping was embarrassed in his heart, but fortunately, his purpose was not discovered, of course he would not explain too much about this wonderful misunderstanding of Song Qin, after all, he had just been in the spirit of killing people and seizing treasures.

Jiang Ping and Song Qin sat on the stone table in the courtyard, and poured tea on the side, "Fellow Daoists, please!" Hua Zixiang poured Jiang Ping a cup of tea, and Song Qin stretched out his hand to signal Jiang Ping to drink tea.

Jiang Ping took a sip of the teacup, a faint floral fragrance mixed with the aroma of tea leaves, bloomed on the tip of Jiang Ping's tongue, he only felt that his head was light, and the lingering malice in his heart was also reduced a lot.

"I contemplate that the spiritual sense of Dao friends is not weak, and there is a flow of spiritual energy in my body, which seems to be nothing, it should be that my cultivation is not weak, and I dare to ask where my friend is from?" Song Qin took a sip of tea and asked Jiang Ping with a smile.

"Well, it's just a casual cultivation without a sect, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning!" Jiang Ping replied vaguely, and at the same time, Jiang Ping couldn't help but be wary of this Song Qin.

He had been in the underground demon domain for so long, and because the thirteen changes of the demon soul could not be refined, most of his energy was focused on cultivating the Guihai Heart Sutra.

Coupled with the help of the Little Qi Gathering Pill, Jiang Ping's mana cultivation has already been pushed to the level of the seventh layer of qi cultivation by him, although he has not learned any formal spells, but in terms of hiding the aura, Jiang Ping feels that he still has some experience.

But the seriously injured Song Qin in front of him could easily see through his cultivation, and in this case, Jiang Ping had to be cautious about this Song Qin.

"Loose cultivation? Fellow Daoist, you can have such cultivation at a young age, it can be seen that the talent is not weak, why don't you go to worship the immortal gate? If you can worship the immortal gate, you can also get a lot of resources, although you can cultivate freely, but you have no backing.

In this world of cultivating immortals, it is always easy to do things with a backer. Song Qin looked at Jiang Ping's body, his bones had not yet been fully shaped, and his qi and blood were extremely vigorous, obviously he was not very old, so he said what he had just said.

When Jiang Ping heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart, if it was really as Song Qin said, it seemed to be a good choice to join the Immortal Gate by himself, but now the top priority was to solve the problem of his inner demons.

Otherwise, if his true body is revealed in the immortal gate, I am afraid that he will die directly.

"Alas, it's not a secret, something went wrong when I was practicing, and I had demons in my heart so that my cultivation was hindered and I couldn't get there!" Jiang Ping was silent for a while, and said to Song Qin in a heavy voice.

"I see... If you don't dislike me, I have a heart-purifying mantra, and I can pass it on to you to suppress the inner demons of the body. Song Qin turned the cup in his hand and looked at Jiang Ping with burning eyes.

The Pure Heart Mantra naturally couldn't satisfy Jiang Ping's thoughts, Jiang Xiaowan had already taught him before, and Jiang Ping didn't say anything, just took out a bottle of pill from the storage bag and pushed it in front of Song Qin.

"Daoyou, this is?" Song Qin couldn't help but look puzzled when he saw the jade bottle, Jiang Ping smiled and reached out to signal Song Qin to open the jade bottle, Song Qin was a little confused by Jiang Ping's hand.

Picking up the jade bottle that Jiang Ping pushed over, he opened the spirit sealing talisman on it, and a fragrance wafted out of the jade bottle, "This is... Small-fledged elixir? Song Qin muttered to himself with some uncertainty.

"It is the Xiaohua elixir, although the quality of this elixir is not high, it should be enough to heal Brother Song." Jiang Ping took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

Song Qin didn't know what he was thinking about holding the jade bottle containing the elixir in his hand, Jiang Ping saw that Song Qin was silent, and he was not in a hurry to urge him to answer, but turned his gaze to Hua Zixiang, I have to say that Hua Zixiang is indeed extremely beautiful, just like a fairy.

But Jiang Ping knew the truth of the red face and the trouble, and the reason why he looked at the flower was because he was curious about why she could hide her demonic aura even though her cultivation was not high.

Hua Zixiang felt Jiang Ping's gaze, his body stiffened and cautiously leaned behind Song Qin, his head couldn't help lowering, and he didn't dare to look at Jiang Ping.

Hua Zixiang is also clear in her heart, as a half-demon in the world, she is destined to be unwelcome, this all comes from the long-standing grudge between the demon clan and the human race, she is very afraid now, she is afraid that Song Qin will abandon him, and she is afraid that the person in front of her will kill the demon and kill herself like those monks.

Fear, fear, and uneasiness surrounded Hua Zijing's heart, and just when she was entangled and uneasy, Jiang Ping suddenly withdrew his gaze and suggested to Song Qin, who was pondering on the side.

"Brother Song, you see how this is, you just need to tell me how to join the Immortal Gate, I can pass on to Mrs. Zun a method of qi restriction, this method was taken from a demon clan, and it has an excellent effect of reinforcing demon qi."

"Huh? Brother Dao turned out to be for this, well, Brother Dao's kindness Song someone wrote it down! Song Qin accepted the elixir and said.

He thought that Jiang Ping was asking for something excessive, but he didn't expect it to be this, in fact, even if Jiang Ping didn't say anything about entering the immortal gate, he also intended to introduce Jiang Ping into the mountain gate, and now Jiang Ping himself proposed it, which saved him a lot of words.

"I'm ashamed to say that I've been talking to Daoyou for so long, but I forgot to ask Daoyou's name." Song Qin suddenly stood up solemnly, hugged his hands up and down, formed a yin and yang law seal, and arched his hand to Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping was stunned, what was he going to do? Is the Dancing Troupe possessed? Shouldn't I shake my hand in return now? Jiang Ping slowed down for a long time before putting away this strange thought, and seeing that Song Qin had been maintaining this action, Jiang Ping felt that he had to respond a little.

Jiang Ping thought for a long time and decided to use the most simple, practical, and easy-to-understand gesture of Blue Star in his previous life, Jiang Ping slowly stretched out his hand, and put four of his fingers together to leave a thumb to hang outside, and then Jiang Ping's thumb tip was dotted on the fist that Song Qin's hands were wrapped around.

"......" Song Qin was a little confused by Jiang Ping's series of actions, "Could this be the ritual seal between scattered cultivators?" Song Qin muttered in his heart with some doubts.

My name is Jiang Ping, I praise you!

Ahem, no, it's the Taoist friend who is polite.