After Luo Fan left Bibo Town, he went directly to Qingxu Temple, and the flat clearing that he first came to here in his impression did not change at all, and there were no disciples in the Guanzhong Temple nearby to pick him up and wait here. If you can't even find the door to Qingxuguan, then talking about "subduing demons" is just a joke.

Luo Fan groaned slightly, and the white light around his body flashed, and he used magic to change his appearance. Those who knew him well could still recognize him by looking closely, for he had only aged a little with a gray head and a gray beard on his chin and lips.

The dress hasn't changed, but with his current appearance, it looks even more sloppy and prodigal, and even a little miserable.

After doing this, he pulled out the long sword on his back, and was just about to make a move, when his eyes suddenly stared, and after thinking about it, he still changed the appearance of the long sword in his hand, after all, he had used this sword for too long, and it was inevitable that someone who had seen him would recognize this sword.

After feeling that he was almost disguised, Luo Fan raised the long sword, condensed the mana around his body, and then took a unique step under his feet, wielding the long sword in the air to produce sword flowers.

Sword qi flew out from Luo Fan's sword, overlapping each other in a sparse or dense way, connecting the ground with the clouds above like a staircase winding up.

Luo Fan put away the long sword in his hand, jumped up one by one, and tapped his toes on the illusory staircase formed by the sword qi, and quickly submerged his body into the clouds.

Seeing Luo Fan go up like this, Qing Ci revealed his figure, and sighed to himself: "It's really interesting, these sects of immortal cultivation in the human world even play so beautifully!"

After muttering, he also followed Luo Fan's appearance, with a flash of blue light around his body, turning himself from a scholar in Tsing Yi to a Taoist in Tsing Yi, his appearance did not change much, and he also became a little older, his beard was jet black, but it was longer than Luo Fan's beard.

Raised his hands slightly, looked at his outfit, stretched out his hand, conjured a whisk out of thin air, waved it twice at will, and then nodded with satisfaction.

After thinking about it, he took out the jade plate that Ning Lin gave him, and the blue light surged from his fingertips, injecting a trace of his mana into it.

After doing all this, Qing Ci focused his attention on the sword qi left by Luo Fan just now, and at this time, the sword qi had begun to fade, and it was about to disperse. Qing Ci didn't hesitate any longer, tiptoed, and immediately stepped into the air.

His feet landed on a floating island in the Qingxu Cave Heaven, and Qing Ci looked around, and couldn't help but be a little amazed - the floating islands, large or small, were shrouded in the clouds of immortal condensation, looking looming, like a fairyland in the clouds.

I didn't see Luo Fan's figure, I thought it was because I was familiar with this place, so I went straight to my destination as soon as I came up. Just as he was thinking about which floating island to go to, he saw two rays of light flashing around him, and two disciples of Qingxuguan had appeared in front of him.

The two disciples clasped their fists and saluted, and the expressions on their faces did not show special respect or slackness.

One of them said, "Dare to ask Dao Yougao's surname, where does he come from?"

Qingci remained silent, and also made a salute, and said calmly: "In the Qingfeng, there is no door and no faction." This time, I am here to respond to the call of your Chixiao real people to do some modest help for this demon slaying thing. ”

The disciple nodded, stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, and said, "Your Excellency, please come with us." ”

With that, the two disciples stepped down a little, and their bodies fell lightly on another floating island, and they had no intention of stopping and waiting, as soon as their feet landed, they once again tapped the ground and headed towards a floating island farther away.

Qing Ci secretly raised his eyebrows and silently followed.

Soon, the two disciples took Qingci to the place where Qingxu Temple specially received foreign guests, and the disciple who greeted Qingci before pointed to a side room in front of him and said: "Qingfeng Dao is long and rest here first, there are too many Taoist friends from major sects during this time, and there are many scattered people like Your Excellency, and there are many people in the temple. The two of us still need to go to pick up other Taoist friends, if there is any neglect, please bear with the Qingfeng Dao chief. ”

Qing Ci smiled slightly, and immediately waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay." It's just that I don't know when I'll be able to see the real person in Chixiao next?"

The disciple replied, "At noon, the Lord will hold a banquet for all the Taoist friends who have come to the Qingxu Temple for these three days. ”

"What about the ones that came before?" asked Qing Ci suspiciously.

"Because of the large number of people, the audience has always held a feast once every three days. Naturally, the previous ones had already discussed and exchanged the method of subduing demons with the viewer, and now they are making some preparations in the meditation. The disciple replied lightly.

"I see, thank you for this little brother's explanation. Qing Ci arched his hand and said.

After these two Qingxuguan disciples left, Qing Ci's expression gradually became serious.

As soon as he came to the current floating island, he saw that there were many courtyards on the floating island, and there were many wings in each courtyard. And he could feel that most of those chambers were inhabited, and all kinds of strong and weak immortal root breaths emanated from the chambers.

But what made him feel a little puzzled was that since these people were all here for the same purpose, whether they saw Chixiao real people or not, they should at least chat with each other, right?

After sneering to himself, Qing Ci still turned around and entered the room arranged for him by the two disciples.

There is nothing unusual in the house, the only difference from the secular inn is that the layout here is very elegant, and it is obvious that a lot of thought was put into its construction.

Qing Ci sat cross-legged on the low couch, wondering why this Chixiao set the banquet at noon, since it was said that the immortal cultivators who arrived here in three days would gather together, shouldn't there be a dinner party?

Shaking his head, Qing Ci laughed at himself, and he didn't know what he was worried about, this Chixiao is a great immortal, if you really have any evil intentions, come and kill one, come and kill two.

In the spirit of seeing Chixiao's real face and seeing what tricks he wanted to play, Qing Ci simply closed his eyes and breathed.

On the other side, Luo Fan was not so comfortable, he hid his body when he entered the Qingxu Temple, after all, he had practiced here for more than ten years, and he was still quite familiar with some of the deployments and rules here.

He didn't want to reveal his true identity when he couldn't be sure about anything, and he didn't want to show up here to attract the attention of others. So he was ready to skip those cumbersome steps directly, and quietly came to the "quiet place" in the Qingxu Temple, that is, the daily living place of Chixiao Zhenren.

Quietly came to the door of Chixiao's house, looked around, everything was no different from when he left, the surrounding furnishings, even the flowers and trees planted had not changed, this long-lost familiarity made Luo Fan feel like a world away for a while.

After reining in his thoughts, Luo Fan slowly leaned towards the door, but after a closer look, he found that the room was empty.

Looking at the sky, the hour had passed, Luo Fan couldn't help patting his head, this time, how could Chixiao Zhenren still stay in the house.

So with a flicker of his figure, Luo Fan used his escape technique to come to a bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest is the place where Chixiao Zhenren meditates on weekdays, if Luo Fan is not mistaken, Chixiao at this time should be on the edge of a pool of clear spring in the depths of the bamboo forest.

Walking into the memory, Luo Fan was a little nervous for some reason. Rao is 1,200 years old, that young and frivolous man, before he was first brought to Qingxuguan to meet with Chixiao Zhenren, he had never been so nervous today.

After all, he still has this sect in his heart, and this place has given him the deepest memories in his life. Although Chixiao Zhenren didn't show much enthusiasm for him back then, perhaps because of his personality, as the master of one view, he also had such a non-distant attitude towards all his personal disciples.

Despite this, Chixiao Zhenren was Luo Fan's first and only master after all, he was so disheartened because of Yun Rui that he left the sect without saying hello, and until today, if it weren't for the trouble of the Demon Slaying Sect, he might not have appeared here.

Thinking of this, Luo Fan's heart couldn't help but add a little guilt.

When his mind was a little turbulent, Luo Fan had already come to the deepest part of the bamboo forest, and sure enough, he saw a person sitting motionless cross-legged on the edge of the pool of clear water.

That person was facing away from Luo Fan at this time, but just by looking at his back, Luo Fan could also tell that this person was his master Chixiao Zhenren.

What surprised Luo Fan was that after a thousand years, the aura on this man's body became more and more mysterious, and there was still a mist lingering around his body, making his body look a little illusory.

Even with Luo Fan's current cultivation, he couldn't perceive how much strength this man had. In other words, Luo Fan couldn't measure the gap between himself and the other party at all.

This realization suddenly made Luo Fan feel a little frustrated, he was a disciple that Chixiao Zhenren had taken a fancy to and taught personally, although he didn't dare to say that his talent and qualifications were the best in the view, but he was definitely an existence that most people looked up to.

But after so many years, he, the former master, seems to have no bottleneck, his disciples are improving, and he has been improving, and the speed of progress does not seem to be slow, which is really a bit unreasonable.