The huge mountain villa, the scattered attic stands in the mountains, but there is not a single pedestrian in sight, which adds a bit of depression out of thin air.

In front of you, there is Phoenix Villa, a mountain villa with a history of thousands of years in the monastic world.

Ziqian and Peng Ling stood side by side in the villa, looking at the messy items lying on the ground, and sighed in their hearts.

It was supposed to be prosperous and people came and went, but with Zhang Kang's rebellion, some of them ended.

All the people in the villa, except for Peng Ling, were killed, and even those servants were not spared by them.

Peng Ling's heart was sour, and she sobbed softly, and wanted to lean into Ziqian's broad embrace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ziqian immediately flashed to the side.

After a while, Peng Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, clenched her fists and said, "One day, I want to take revenge."

Ziqian patted Peng Ling's shoulder and said, "It's all over, work hard to improve your cultivation!"

"Hmm!" Peng Ling nodded, glanced at the villa, and said, "Where are we going now?"

Ziqian didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, "Is there anything else that needs to be taken here?"

Peng Ling smiled bitterly and said, "The useful things have been taken away by them, and the rest of the things are useless."

"Let's go!" Ziqian sighed and looked at the mountains in the distance, "You should find a place to cultivate in peace."

Peng Ling followed Ziqian's side and walked towards the outside of the villa step by step, when she suddenly stopped and said, "Brother Ziqian, can you accompany me during this time?"

"Brother?" Ziqian was strange for a while, thinking that the girl had finally figured out the relationship.

"Haven't I been with you all the time?" Ziqian stopped and looked at Peng Lingdao.

Peng Ling shook her head and said, "I mean, if you accompany me for a while, my heart is a little chaotic, and I can't cultivate with peace of mind."

Ziqian was not in a hurry to return to Huaiyang Gate, and there were no restrictions inside the door, and said, "Okay!

Peng Ling pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go to the mainland! I've been cultivating in the mountain villa since I was a child, and I haven't gone out for a walk yet!"

After the desire, Peng Ling's cultivation can be described as a thousand miles a day, and now she has reached the cultivation of the early stage of Xuanzhao.

The phoenix bloodline is indeed terrifying, Ziqian has been cultivating hard for more than ten years before he has his current cultivation, Peng Ling is only lustful once, and his cultivation is on par.

In the sky, two streamers flashed and disappeared into the vast sky.

Shuangqiao City, located in the central part of the Chu State, belongs to the plain area, not only the land is fertile, but the transportation is also quite convenient.

Not only is commerce developed here, but agricultural products are also very abundant, and some miscellaneous grains that cannot be bought on the mainland can also be seen here.

Ziqian and Peng Ling landed in Shuangqiao City, Peng Ling bought a set of clothes, and Ziqian and Ziqian began to wander the streets.

When he was horny, the storage bag on Peng Ling's body had been melted by the scorching flames, and Ziqian had to give the storage bag he got from Zhang Xianshi to Peng Ling.

Peng Ling got the storage bag, pursed her lips, and said dissatisfiedly: "You are a cultivator in the rotation period, I still recognize you as my brother, and you actually gave me such an inferior storage bag." When she spoke, she deliberately accentuated the tone of inferior quality.

Ziqian smiled slightly and said, "I'm a cultivator, and I'm not a banker, so it's good to give you a storage bag."

Peng Ling snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "Stingy, you should give me an innate storage bag."

Ziqian only had one innate storage bag, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to give it to the other party, and said, "Just use it!

Peng Ling smiled, didn't answer Ziqian's words, and said, "Let's go to the restaurant over there to eat something, how about it?"

Ziqian hadn't eaten food in the world for a long time, and when he heard Peng Ling say this, he couldn't help but think of the bits and pieces in Yujia Village.At that time, his mother would cook delicious meals every day, but everything was gone.Thinking of this, his expression was gloomy, and even the pace of moving forward slowed down.

Peng Ling turned around, saw Ling Tianqi's expression gloomy, and wondered, "What's wrong with you?"

Ziqian sighed, put his thoughts behind him, and said, "It's nothing, it's just remembering some of the past."

Peng Ling suddenly crossed her hands on her hips and said in the tone of a master teaching her disciples: "Don't you always teach me to get rid of distracting thoughts and pursue the Great Dao? Look at you, you are still worried about the past, can you comprehend the supreme morality if you go on like this? I think you should go back and reflect for some more time! If you continue like this, you will not be able to comprehend the true meaning of the debut......

In the end, Peng Ling felt that what she said was too awkward, and she couldn't help laughing.

Ziqian also smiled, although his parents' hatred was embraced, but this matter would not be just settled.When he is successful in cultivation, he must find the county lord of Shouyang County and see how he taught his son, and actually taught such a descendant.However, he vaguely felt that this matter had something to do with the county lord of Shouyang County, if he didn't agree, Ouyang Jianfei might not have the courage to go to Yujia Village to make trouble.

The two came to the restaurant and ordered some dishes casually, Peng Ling wanted to drink, but was rejected by Ziqian.

Ziqian has no interest in wine, and he has only drunk it once in his life, that is, when Yu Yan died, he drank himself to a great degree, and he has never drunk since then.

After the meal was served, Peng Ling didn't care about her imagination and ate it in a big gulp, and she really didn't dare to compliment it.

Ziqian ate in small bites, like a Confucian scholar, savoring the taste of the food.

After Peng Ling saw it, she couldn't help but laugh, "You don't look like a man no matter how you look at it."

Ziqian smiled indifferently, didn't say much, and ate by himself.

When the two of them were halfway through eating, a group of people suddenly walked in, although this group of people were wearing mortal clothes, but Zi Qian could see at a glance that they were all cultivators, and their cultivation was not low, and they had all reached the realm of the Gongji period.

After the group of people sat down in the seats next to them, Ziqian released his divine sense and listened.

These people don't seem to be worried, and they don't release the shield when they speak, as if they don't take the people around them to heart.

"Brother, I have good news for you, Master will give me a magic weapon when he comes." One of the monks said with a smile.

It is normal for a cultivator to have a magic weapon, and the fact that the cultivator said it so happily shows that the magic weapon is extraordinary.

After hearing this, the cultivators on the side showed curiosity one after another, and one said, "What, senior brother, what magic weapon did Master give you?"

The person who was called the senior brother was named Wang Ke, and I saw him smile and said: "It's a very good top-level magic weapon, but I don't know how the master, who has always been stingy, could give me this magic weapon." As he spoke, he tapped the storage bag on his body, and a streamer flashed, and an extra round ring appeared in his hand.

The ring looks very simple, carved with a blooming lotus flower, and the lotus flower is lifelike, like a real lotus flower.

When this group of cultivators saw this, they all showed envy, and one said, "Senior brother, how could Master have such a magic weapon, this magic weapon seems to have been used by a woman!"

Brother Wang Ke smiled slightly and said, "I look like it, but there is no distinction between men and women in magic weapons, and who uses them differently."

"Yes, as long as the magic weapon is easy to use, it doesn't matter what kind of style it is!" the surrounding cultivators also echoed in unison.

When Ziqian heard this, his body trembled suddenly, and although the movement was not big, Peng Ling still felt it.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Peng Ling had been concentrating on eating, and had not eavesdropped on the conversation of the group of cultivators, what was going on between them, naturally I didn't know.

Ziqian shook his head lightly and said, "You eat here, I'll go over there and have a look." So saying, he got up and walked towards the monk.

Ziqian's cultivation is much higher than everyone else's, he deliberately hides his strength, these cultivators can't see it at all, in their eyes, Ziqian is just an ordinary person.

When everyone saw Ziqian coming, Wang Ke hurriedly asked, "Friend, do you have anything to do?" He didn't treat Ziqian as an ordinary person, but he didn't speak politely.

Ziqian didn't answer Wang Ke's words, and walked to the table step by step, and then, his eyes stayed on the ring, and asked word by word, "Who is your master? Where did you get this magic weapon? and which sect do you belong to?"

The other party originally regarded Ziqian as an ordinary person, but as soon as Ziqian asked this, they knew that when they met a master, they still couldn't see the master of cultivation.

Wang Ke's heart tightened, and said, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask what's wrong?"

Ziqian's face was solemn, without a trace of expression, and he said indifferently: "Answer my question just now."

Cultivators are arrogant, never take outsiders in their eyes, although everyone feels that Ziqian's cultivation is above them, but after all, there is no certainty, how can they listen to each other's words and answer truthfully.

Wang Ke stood up, stared at Ziqian, and said, "Fellow Daoist, we give you some face to talk to you like this, if you really don't give our brother face, then we have to do it." With a movement of his wrist, the ring appeared in front of him, emitting an icy glow.

At the same time, the rest of the cultivators also sacrificed their own magic weapons and prepared to fight.

As soon as the war broke out, the shopkeeper of the restaurant hurriedly ran over and persuaded him: "Uncles, the small shop is a small business, if you have any grievances, can you go outside to solve them?"

The guests who ate in the restaurant saw the magic weapon in the air, of course they knew what was going to happen, and hurriedly threw down the dishes and chopsticks in their hands and rushed out. Some of them were so timid that they didn't even have the strength to run out, and they were obviously frightened.

At the moment, the money for the meal is really not important, they must leave the restaurant as soon as possible in order to save their lives.

In their eyes, those cultivators who resemble immortals, killing mortals is as simple as strangling an ant.

The heroine is about to appear,,,,,, looking forward to the stars and the moon, you are finally back.