"What?! Fu Zhujiao Ancient Treasure aura suddenly appeared, and it was left behind by the Purple Cloud Sect Master! ”

Ding Zhiyuan's angry voice could penetrate the entire valley of Qingfeng Mountain, and Cai Jiaojiao knelt on the ground and complained with an aggrieved face: "This can't be blamed on the disciple, I just went to the latrine, who knew that when I came back, I saw Lin Twelve and Shujin standing on the stage, and the corners of the husband were shining, so I missed it——"

She didn't dare to tell the Second Elder that she was a nymphomaniac for the Falling Dust Venerable.

Ding Zhiyuan squinted his eyes thoughtfully: "So, that Lin Twelve made a move?" ”

Cai Jiaojiao insisted that this matter had nothing to do with her, that is, someone deliberately let them not get the ancient treasure.

Sure enough, Ding Zhiyuan was furious: "This Lin Twelve! Hurt my disciples first, and destroy me last! Look how I clean her up! ”

successfully provoked his hatred of Lin Twelve, Cai Jiaojiao, and smiled triumphantly.

After the completion of the appreciation meeting, Lin Twelve began to retreat and concentrate on cultivation.

The cultivation methods recorded in the exercise book given to her by Zhang Xuzi were very mysterious, and with the blessing of the spirit stone, Lin Twelve's cultivation progress was even faster than Cai Jiaojiao and the others who came before her.

Among the new disciples, the highest level of immortal cultivation was Cai Jiaojiao, who had just reached the eighth level of the Qi Refining Period.

Since the last time he was injured by a spirit beast, he had been stagnant, but Lin Twelve had already reached the tenth layer of the Qi Refining Stage at this time.

For mortals to cultivate immortals, the qi refining period is the most important, and it will break through in two or three years if the qualifications are good, and it will not be possible to break through the qi refining in a lifetime without immortal fate.

Zhang Xuzi was greatly relieved to see Lin Twelve's achievements, after all, so many years have passed, and there has not been a foundation building period monk among the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain.

If Lin Twelve could break through the thirteenth layer of the Qi Refining Stage and enter the Foundation Building Stage as soon as possible, then her status in Qingfeng Mountain would not be the same.

She is the personal disciple of the Great Elder, and she has a unique thunder spirit root, coupled with her extraordinary cultivation, Zhang Xuzi believes that one day, she will become an existence that surpasses the Falling Dust Venerable and the Shujin Sect Master.

The old man was very happy in his heart, looking at Lin Twelve with a smile in the past few days.

But some people rejoice and some people worry.

Since Cai Jiaojiao went to the medicine house to make trouble once, Lan Yonghe has always been very attentive to Lin Twelve, not for anything else, just to prevent her from becoming the kind of person in Cai Jiaojiao's mouth.

Lin Twelve naturally saw that this Uncle Lan, who had been running to the medicine house in the name of caring for his disciples for three days, asked if it was fake and listened to the surveillance.

After all, such a bright little girl, who can't be impressed?

In order to prevent the fire at the city gate from affecting the fish in the pond, Lin 12 decided to take the initiative into his own hands.

On this day, Lin Twelve finished cultivating as usual, and was ready to go to bed to rest, but a knock on the door made her sober up instantly.

"Who?" Lin Twelve put on his outer robe, opened the courtyard door, and saw Lan Yonghe standing outside with a food basket in his hand.

Lan Yonghe smiled gently: "Uncle Shi saw that you have worked hard in the past few days, and I was afraid that you would lose money if you didn't eat well, so I specially brought some light porridge and snacks to see you." ”

Stretching out her hand not to hit the smiling person, although Lin Twelve was very depressed and was disturbed by others when she was sleeping, but in the face of Lan Yonghe's kindness, she couldn't refuse, so she let her in.

When she entered the courtyard, she didn't enter the house, so she sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, and said while holding things outside: "Look, this is a snack specially made for you by Uncle Shi, can you taste it?" ”

Lin Twelve stared at the delicate-looking mung bean cake on the table, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi is really polite, so embarrassing." With that, he reached out and picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well, this mung bean cake is delicious! My master must love to eat! Lin Twelve only felt that the mung bean cake in his mouth was a Japanese plan, and his teeth and cheeks were fragrant, and he said this in passing.

But who knows, the speaker has no intention of listening, Lan Yonghe Hongxia pounced: "Yes, your master, will he like it?" ”

"Of course, my master likes to use light dim sum with Tieguanyin to enjoy it the most, this tea has to be brewed cold, saying that too hot water will make the tea lose its aroma, it is really pedantic, tsk." Lin Twelve complained casually.

Lan Yonghe's eyes lit up and she bit her lower lip: "Are you so impatient with your master?" ”

Lin Twelve peeked at her expression, and said with a smile: "Of course, he is a bad old man, and a young and beautiful girl like me naturally wants to be matched with a mighty and handsome young student as a Taoist couple, oops, it's a pity that Qingfeng Mountain is full of crooked melons and cracked dates." ”

Hearing Lin Twelve say that he was not interested in Zhang Xuzi and scolded him for being a bad old man, Lan Yonghe felt that he had never been so happy, and covered his mouth with his hand and snickered.

Seeing this, Lin Twelve teased her: "Could it be that Uncle Lan is really interesting to my master?" ”

Lan Yonghe said angrily: "What nonsense, you can't stop your mouth if you have something to eat?" ”

Lin Twelve chewed and said, "It doesn't matter, but really, Uncle Lan, do you like my master or not, I asked him about the old man, but he refused to say, if you really mean anything to him, I can help you——"

Before she finished speaking, Lan Yonghe stared at her with a green light in her eyes: "Can you help me?" How can you help me? ”

Lin Twelve felt that Lan Yonghe, a delicate flower, had been dry for too many years, and finally found such a little nectar of his own, so he couldn't let go.

"Uncle Lan, don't pinch me, I'm almost out of breath!" Lan Yonghe found that her nervous hands were pinching her neck, and she spread her hands apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited."

"It's not in the way, it's just that what is the cause and effect of this, you have to tell me, I can think of a way for you." Lin Twelve took a sip of porridge and smoothed down the mung bean cake stuck in his throat.

She was a little lucky, fortunately she found out early, if she was really misunderstood by this Uncle Lan, she didn't know what she would do, she hadn't stayed enough in this small world of cultivating immortals.

Lan Yonghe's expression suddenly became sad, she stood up, and began to take Lin Twelve back to the past at the full moon hanging on the courtyard wall.

Back then, Zhang Xuzi, Lan Yonghe and Ding Zhiyuan were all disciples of Qingfeng Mountain, and Qingfeng Mountain was only an inconspicuous immortal gate in the Nether.

At that time, there were four elders in Qingfeng Mountain to assist the head of the sect to take charge of the big and small affairs together, and Lan Yonghe was the only daughter of the previous head.

When she said this, Lin Twelve's head had already staged a scene in which the second senior brother snatched the love of the senior brother, and the bones of the head of the family avenged his father.

But the reality is often more bloody than imagined.

The previous head of the family set a family affair for Lan Yonghe, originally talking about the son of the Great Elder, and he was also the next head of Neiding.

But who knew that Ding Zhiyuan had coveted Lan Yonghe and the position of head for a long time, and designed to make the head of the retreat go mad, and then frame it for the son of the great elder.