Wang Lin was shocked, thinking that Lu Qingkong had really fallen for the evil art, so he hurriedly went to his side and pushed him with the power of his palm, trying to push him awake.

But not everyone can take this palm.

Pushed by the palm force of 100,000 catties, Lu Qingkong was slapped into the air and flew around a few times.

Then he fell heavily on the ground again, rolled several times, and finally drove those sorrows and shadows out of his heart, and he couldn't cry anymore.

Wang Lin pulled up the angry but speechless Lu Qingkong, patted the dust on his body, and asked with concern:

"Senior nephew, are you feeling better now?"

Lu Qingkong's chest was about to swell, and he glared at Wang Lin with big eyes, but he couldn't say a word to express his grievances.

didn't care about blaming Wang Lin's palm, his mind was full of complaining about the ugliness he had shown in front of Senior Sister Meng's house, his face was half red with shame, half white with fear.

In the end, he could only hold his throat and look at Meng Shuyue's courtyard in despair, and hissed sadly and secretly whimpered: "Ah~!" ”

At this time, Wang Lin realized that he was not in the illusion of charm just now, but just stood very simply, hesitating in place, and did not know what kind of thoughts he was thinking in sorrow.

This is even more troublesome.

If it's an ordinary confusion technique, it's okay to say, and it's over when you wake up.

But this kind of situation in my heart, I'm afraid it's useless to say anything.

The other party will already be full of palpitations, confused in feelings, and can no longer listen to the persuasion of the outside world.

Good words are difficult to persuade outlaws, and the truth is not in lovesickness.

This matter has nothing to do with Wang Lin, and in the end, he can only persuade Lu Qingkong:

"Your senior sister Meng has already entered the foundation building period, her divine consciousness has been opened, and you can see the situation outside the door clearly with a sweep at will, senior nephew, you still don't stand in front of other people's doors in the future, it is inevitable that you will be misunderstood as a prodigal son who wants to peep."

Wang Lin walked towards An Qianxue's residence as he spoke, without looking back, and he didn't care how Lu Qingkong reacted after hearing it.

But before he could take a few steps, a running shadow jumped out behind him, Lu Qingkong stomped on the steps of the secret method, and fled as if he had to mobilize the mana of his whole body, raised his sleeves and covered his face and ran past Wang Lin, and returned to his house in the blink of an eye.

The sound of closing the door clicked, and then he could no longer hear Lu Qingkong's sound and movement, as if he was dumb, and evaporated from the world.

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and took a few sips of wine, feeling that his panicked appearance was like a young child, which was quite interesting.

This can be regarded as helping Lu Qingkong dispel distracting thoughts, and it should be regarded as a good thing.

On Taiheng Mountain, even if Meng Shuyue is crazy, it is impossible to make any too outrageous moves, at most she will use charm to tease her ignorant young beginner for a minute or two, and it will be the end.

He didn't have the leisure to go to Meng Shuyue to confront this matter.

That's not a bad thing.

He didn't even have the intention of reporting it to the head elder, so he treated it as a collective shared heart demon tribulation for the three generations of disciples of the Pure Yang Palace, and all of them were sent by the Immortal Yin Pavilion to do special training to sharpen their Dao hearts.

As long as it doesn't affect him to go to the boss to calculate the salary and ask for wages, then Meng Shuyue can do whatever he wants, and it has nothing to do with him.

When he drank and walked all the way, when he wandered to An Qianxue's door, he saw two dragon sealing talismans posted in front of her door, faintly meaning to close the door and thank the guests.

The dragons are staggered, gathered like a pocket dragon, like a delicate model, entrenched on the door, isolating the space inside and outside the door.

This dragon qi was roughly similar to the aura on the white dragon that Wang Lin had encountered before, but it was also different.

The same is the emperor, but there are also the upper and lower wide and narrow divisions, all of which are emperors' breath, and there is still a difference between the king and the law.

Wang Lin shouted a few more words at the door, but received no response.

It seems that these two little dragons also have the ability to transmit sound in a closed voice.

Wang Lin felt that these two talismans that sealed the dragon qi were really convenient, and they didn't need to be as hard as Mo Cong's academic law ban, and they could achieve the same soundproof ban with a single sticker.

Wait for Senior Sister An to ask when she leaves the customs, if this thing is not precious, she will ask her to ask for one, and if there is a chance in the future, I will help her as a thug tool.

Wang Lin had nothing to do, so he waited to ask for wages, so he sat on the doorstep, leaned on the shade, and drank most of the wine refreshingly.

Then leaned against An Qianxue's courtyard gate, pillowed the two dragon-shaped beasts on the door, and fell asleep comfortably.

............

Inside the courtyard gate, An Qianxue sat on the futon.

The girl didn't say a word at this time, rarely didn't gather qi to practice, lowered her head and bit her lips tightly, crushed out a little red silk vermilion liquid, dyed her lips and the corners of her mouth red, and let the smell of blood flow into her mouth.

She spread out her palms, stared fixedly at the blood-stained wound that had been cut by signing the contract of resignation, and said hoarsely in a voice that was no longer clear:

"In this life, I will never abandon the chessboard and be at the mercy of others."

Born in the royal family, how could she not understand what Mu Weiliang's intentions were?

Wang Lin only figured out all this entanglement of interests after seeing Su Shachen.

But An Qianxue, as early as a child, understood what ulterior motives Mu Weiliang had when he wanted to befriend him.

But as arrogant as she is, the more she understands the truth of this matter, the more she can't accept that she is so despised.

The terrifying suction power came from all around her, and the supreme cultivation qualifications caused the aura that frantically poured into her body around her body to pull the air flow in the room, suddenly causing a gust of wind.

In the Lin Xi Peak, the Wind Fixing Talisman that existed deep underground with the spirit veins was also pulled by this, and crossed a force to stop the wind, suppressing the wind vision in An Qianxue's house.

It is rumored that she An Qianxue can no longer cultivate.

After everyone heard such rumors, they would think that she was unable to gather qi anymore, the operation of the exercises was blocked, her body was like a sieve, and her mana was constantly draining out.

But only a few people in the Pure Yang Palace knew that her supreme qualifications had never disappeared.

She gathered her qi and condensed her spirit, and the speed at which she absorbed her aura not only did not decrease, but it was a few points faster than when she first started.

In a place like Taiheng Mountain, where the aura is abundant, she can attract the wind to roar into her body when she raises her hands and feet, and the points in her body become more and more strange and solid.

It's just that every time the aura is poured into her body, it will suddenly disappear, and there is no trace of it in the meridian dantian, and she doesn't know where it has gone at all.

Her master, Lu Zijian, had checked her hundreds of times in the past 30 days, but no abnormalities had been found.

Even the head Liang Xuanfeng has seen it more than once.

But the head of the sect was vague every time, and every time he only said words of encouragement that would make her practice diligently.

After a sigh, An Qianxue returned again in vain, and the aura in her body disappeared again.

Just as she was meditating, stroking the jade pendant left by her mother to comfort her heart, and clenching the dragon ring in her hand to stabilize her Dao heart, two old strange laughter fluttered into her ears.

An old and kind chuckling female voice sounded in the left ear:

"Little girl, what are you sighing at a young age, if you have any troubles, just say, let your mother-in-law help you!"

At the same time, a domineering confident male voice came from the right ear:

"Hello, little guy, I'm Venerable Panlong."