Bamboo walls, bamboo beds.

He was covered with a thin quilt of green cloth.

Qin Yousang was a little confused when he first woke up, what kind of place is this? He stared at his hand for a long time, and finally made sure that he was still alive.

Turning his head, the window on the wall was open. He saw the sandbar outside the window.

Not a hallucination?

Qin Yousang immediately remembered the scene he saw before he fainted. Was it the woman in a green shirt with slender black hair on her back who saved herself?

Dizziness, weakness in the limbs. There was a dull pain in the lower abdomen. Is it an internal injury? Qin Yousang struggled to sit up. It can be seen that the other party has performed cleaning techniques for him, and his clothes are in tatters, but they are clean.

He picked up his torn coat and looked at it, and a ridiculous thought came to his heart—shouldn't the other party dislike his dirty cleaning technique?

The door creaked open, and a woman in a blue dress walked in with a bamboo basket.

Qin Yousang raised his head when he heard this.

She looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, slender as a grass. Her skin was white, as white as porcelain, as thin as ice. The eyebrows are thin and long, and the lip color is extremely light. Light-eyed and shallow-lipped snow-skinned, ice-like people. Clear and beautiful like a hollow valley orchid.

His eyes fell on her clothes, and Qin Yousang's pupils contracted suddenly. On the placket of her chest was embroidered with a crimson prison character.

And she, as if nothing happened, looked indifferent. It was as if the chest was not a prison word, but an embroidered flower.

Who is she? Why are you being imprisoned here?

Thinking back to the cave where I was imprisoned, if it was a prison, it would already be a fairyland-like place.

Did you just escape from prison and go to another prison? He's a little unlucky, isn't he?

"You saved me?" Qin Yousang asked with an affirmative tone.

"Hmm."

Her voice is the same as her people, like the thawing of a spring stream, with the meaning of Lingling.

Qin Yousang got out of bed and saluted solemnly: "Great grace is not thankful." ”

Great grace is not grateful. It's not that you won't be grateful, but you won't repay the saving grace just by saying thank you. As a Yuanying Monk, Qin Yousang will definitely repay him heavily.

"Hmm."

Burning Sky still only replied with one word. However, her eyes swept up and down over him. There seemed to be a hint of doubt in his cold eyes.

Her eyes were like the water of the lake, covered with a layer of mist, as if she could speak. Qin Yousang understood it in an instant. She wondered how a wasted man could repay her for saving her life.

Do you want him to pat his chest and brag about it? How majestic was he before, the youngest Yuanying Monk in the Boundless Continent, the Dripping Cliff Lord of the Qingshan Sect, and one of the three elders? His cultivation was gone, and he fainted in front of her in embarrassment. In case she doesn't believe it, where will her face go? He couldn't open his mouth.

But if you don't tell her, won't you confirm her suspicion in her heart?

Too aggrieved!

Qin Yousang blurted out: "I will definitely repay you." ”

"Hmm."

It's the same word.

"Really!"

Really afraid that she would hum again, Qin Yousang raised his hand. There was no storage ring between the fingers. He finally remembered that he had been looted when he was exiled to the Demon Realm, and he was embarrassed: "I am now in the meridians, and my cultivation is in vain." But I said I would repay you, and I would never break my word. ”

Burning Sky glanced at him, and finally didn't hmm anymore.

She didn't believe him.

Qin Yousang subconsciously looked over with his divine sense. Unless the other party's cultivation is higher than him, or his divine sense is stronger than him, he will definitely not notice the Yuan Infant Monk's divine sense.

The girl did not look out of the ordinary, and placed the basket on the table.

It turned out to be a little girl who only attracted qi into her body, and she didn't even have a first-level cultivation of qi refining! Qin Yousang couldn't cry or laugh. Seeing that she was cultivating the Xuanmen Exercises, Qin Yousang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If you can get a Yuanying master to promise to repay the favor, ordinary monks will be happy and don't know where they are. I must have thought that he was a wasted person, so I was unmoved and didn't take his promise seriously.

With his identity, even if he loses his cultivation, he will not be able to deal with her coldness with a little qi refining cultivator who has only just attracted qi into his body. Moreover, the little girl did save him. After cultivating for a hundred years, he has always been looking down on others from above, and he has never been underestimated. Qin Yousang thought about it and took off the jade plaque he had been wearing since he was a child.

This jade plate was given by his secular mother when he left the palace to apprentice, and there was no trace of aura mana, so it was not looted by people in the demon world, and it became the only token on his body that he could get his hands on: "Take this as a basis." In the future, as long as the girl sends this jade plate to Xiao Shinan, the Dicuiya of Qingshan Sect, she will definitely be able to get her wish. ”

If he can't resume his cultivation, Qin Yousang may not have a chance to return to the sect safely. This kindness can only be paid back by the master and brothers.

"Let's just say that it is his brother Qin...... Gifted by Guimo. ”

Guimo is his word. There is mulberry on Mo. When his mother was pregnant with him, she looked forward to it, hoping that his father would lead the army to appear on the way home. In the sect, only the masters and brothers know. If you die in the Red Sea, it is enough to bring a letter to the senior brothers.

"Haven't asked the girl's name yet? What is this place? ”

He looked at the little girl in front of him with some expectation, and muttered in his heart, shouldn't she even save um?

Qingshan Sect, Dicui Cliff, Xiao Shinan...... Brothers?

Hehe.

Burning Sky sneered in his heart.

It turned out that he was the Qingshan Sect Yuanying Daojun who was captured by the Holy Venerable seven years ago, and the closed disciple of Ling Shanzi.

Seven years ago, there was a demon cultivator who couldn't get along in the Boundless Continent and crossed the Red Sea to the Holy Realm. The Holy Venerable finally knew that the Yuanying Monk who had made a big fuss in the Red City two hundred years ago and left to seize the treasure was from the Qingshan Sect.

The Holy Venerable was furious, and personally led the masters of the Holy Domain to cross the Red Sea to take revenge.

The Sanctuary turned the Qingshan Sect upside down and recaptured the treasure. At the same time, a Yuanying monk was captured from the Dripping Cliff of the Qingshan Sect.

Ling Shanzi's natal flying sword was already spiritual, breaking the Saint Venerable's protective qi and seriously injuring the Saint Venerable.

The Lord is in retreat to heal his wounds, and he has no time to pay attention to it. So he imprisoned him in a deep prison called Guantian. She was in retreat with the Lord and had never met him.

The deep prison of Guantian is named after sitting in a well and watching the sky. The prisoners who were locked up in it could only sit in the well and watch the heavens sigh for eternity, and they could never be freed.

How did he escape?

Because he wasn't from the Sanctuary, that's why he was chosen? Could it be that the Holy Venerable had sensed that the Sacred Realm was about to change that night, and did not dare to trust anyone in the Sacred Realm? In desperation, he sent him to himself?

Wait, isn't his name Qin Yousang? The dignified infant monk kept saying that he wanted to repay the grace of saving his life, but he even gave a fake name? also said that he was the brother of Ling Shanzi's eldest apprentice, Xiao Shinan. She gave her a token because she wanted to use herself to go to the Qingshan Sect to report for him, right?

Xuanmen Taoist cultivators are really benevolent, cunning and treacherous!

"This is my home. My name is...... Lin Xiaotian. ”

You are not true or false, but you are one to another.

Wearing prison uniforms in your own home? Qin Yousang was extremely curious about her identity and origin.

He didn't seem to see the dazzling prison word, and handed over the jade plate gently: "Thank you Miss Lin for the rescue." ”