Speaking of Qiu Huaishan, Lin Xuetang's expression was rare and deep.

Liu Qingchen felt that he and Demon Venerable Qiu Huaishan must have a deep bond.

As for what kind of bond, he can't tell, and he can't guess.

The peach blossom tribulation merges into Qiu Huaishan's mental power.

handed over to Lin Xuetang and given to Liu Ruyun, there is no difference between entrusting the future.

If it weren't for the extreme trust, how could Qiu Huaishan do that?

Lin Xuetang still didn't say what happened back then.

He turned away.

On the edge of the cliff, only Liu Qingchen remained.

The wind stirs the clothes.

The black robe is fluttering, who is a little lonely to talk to?

Qianzhong Gate and Dingfeng Ridge were burned, and there was an uproar in the Xianmen.

The backyard of the Hundred Tribulation Palace.

Qin Shaoxuan and Ning Caifei sat at the stone table under the peach tree.

Ning Caifei carried the pot of peach blossom brew, drunk and leisurely.

Qin Shaoxuan frowned, his face full of solemnity.

"Sect Master Ning's heart is really big." Qin Shaoxuan said anxiously: "There is such a big thing, and I still have the heart to drink." ”

"It's not Qingyang Mountain that burns." Ning Caifei took a sip of wine, and a shallow smile of disregard for everything appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why delay me from drinking?" ”

"Will the Thousand Gates and Dingfeng Ridge give up?" Qin Shaoxuan asked: "The two of us are in the Hundred Tribulation Palace, can we not be implicated?" ”

"If you hadn't burned the Thousand Heavy Gate and Dingfeng Ridge, the world wouldn't have been chaotic?" Ning Caifei smiled: "Instead of pondering about that, don't you have wine today and get drunk today, and sit and watch the wind rise and worry tomorrow." ”

Qin Shaoxuan frowned and shook his head.

Since the battle of Luoyingdong seventeen years ago, Ning Caifei has become a drunkard who dreams of death.

Although Qingyang Mountain is not like Qingxinmen, it is completely closed.

But the men rarely go down the mountain and walk in the complicated world.

Escaping the world, Qingxin Gate is the first, and Qingyang Mountain is the second!

Ning Caifei stood up with the wine jar in his hand: "It's time for us to go." ”

"Where are you going?" Qin Shaoxuan asked.

"Go back to the sect." Ning Caifei said: "As the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, could it be that the Sect Master of Qin plans to hide in the Hundred Tribulation Palace and get drunk and dream of death?" ”

Qin Shaoxuan's head was full of black lines.

He muttered in his heart: On drunken life, dreams and death, looking at the hundred schools of Xianmen, there is no second person who can compare to you. How embarrassed to say such a thing?

In his heart, he didn't say anything, and followed Ning Caifei out of the backyard.

The two of them walked out of the Hundred Tribulation Palace and happened to meet Liu Qingchen.

"Where are the two sect masters?" Liu Qingchen asked.

"After drinking some peach blossom brew from the young master, it's time to go." Ning Caifei said with a smile: "I've lived too long, I'm afraid of annoying people." ”

"Sect Master Ning laughed." Liu Qingchen replied: "If you live for another ten years, you will still be a distinguished guest of the Hundred Tribulation Palace." ”

"The world is going to be chaotic, let's go back to avoid the mountains and thank the guests, and do less right and wrong." Ning Caifei sighed helplessly: "As the sect master, there are a lot of worries!" ”

"That being the case, I won't force the two to stay." Liu Qingchen said: "Please bring some peach blossom stuffed back." ”

Ning Caifei smiled and replied pretending to be embarrassed: "That's embarrassing." ”

Qin Shaoxuan rolled his eyes and muttered in his heart: When it comes to wine, are you embarrassed?

"When a friend says goodbye, you have to give some gifts." Liu Qingchen instructed the demon cultivator: "Prepare a hundred jars of peach blossom brew for each of the two sect masters." ”

"Hundred altars?" Ning Caifei waved his hand again and again: "Too much, too much!" ”

"Sect Master Ning is good at wine, and there are too few hundred altars." Liu Qingchen said: "Wait until you finish drinking, or come to the Hundred Tribulation Palace again, or I will send it." ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's not respectful." Ning Caifei no longer shirked.

The two of them each left with a hundred jars of wine.

Ji Feng Wu walked out of the palace.

When she came behind Liu Qingchen, she asked, "Does the young master really plan to let them go?" ”