As mentioned earlier, Li Qingmei is the third generation elder of the Hehuan Sect.

Although the reason why a ghost cultivator can become an elder is a little thought-provoking, when he thinks of the eclectic style of the Hehuan Sect, there is nothing abnormal when he thinks about it.

After all, ghost cultivation requires the adoption of yang energy, and the Hehuan Sect happens to be a place where yang energy can be adopted openly.

Li Qingmei is an orthodox pure yin qi cultivator, hiding in the mountains and has been cultivating, but time is a wonderful thing, she has never eaten pork and has seen a pig run, not to mention the eighteen martial arts of the temptation target in the Hehuan Sect, but she also knows a thing or two.

Sitting on the ground, recovering from the screams, Li Qingmei muttered and rubbed her hazy eyes, just now this feeling that made her blush and happy made her emotions inexplicable, when she found that Li Xia, a handsome little Taoist, was not as uninteresting as she imagined, she swung the green silk over her delicate jade shoulders, making herself an unusually attractive appearance, and her tone of voice became more soft.

"What does the little Taoist want to talk about with the slave family?"

Li Xia paused.

The scene presented in front of him was a little subtle, even a little bad.

The delicate female ghost slumped on the ground, her slender feet were naughty and leaking her toes without the cover of her skirt, her white thighs were a little more dazzling under the lamp, she blinked her big misty eyes, her slender figure writhed gently, and some wine happened to flow from her collarbone, shedding crystal and suspicious fine marks.

“...”

Can anyone tell me what just happened?

Why did the dress on the other party's body become so amorous and messy in the blink of an eye?

Do you guys change your clothes so instantly?

There were so many doubts in his heart that Li Xia wanted to speak and stopped.

He sighed, "Someone is coming outside!" Get dressed!"

Nonsense, it's because I know someone is coming.

Li Qingmei thought to herself in her heart.

While her mind was paying attention to Li Xia's expression, she was also paying attention to the approaching crowd in the corridor outside, and at the same time, her dress was a little more messy.

Right now... Sister, I'm waiting for this very precious opportunity.

Li Qingmei's mind was in a hurry, and in an instant, she had already written a small essay in her heart, "How to take advantage of the situation at a critical juncture, and let the little Taoist priest fall for me in one sentence".

The footsteps are near, and it seems that there is a tolerance to deliberately "bang" the floor slab.

How can the tolerance in this city react so quickly?

Li Xia wanted to push Li Qingmei away, but the female ghost was unmoved.

She had already roughly figured out some of the personalities of the little Taoist priest in front of her, but instead wrapped around like a snake, although she didn't speak, her charming expression was worth a thousand words: "Although my sister is a ghost cultivator, she has the skill of staying in her face, and she is in the prime of flowers-what are you still hesitating about?" ”

Li Xia felt the corners of his eyes twitch, and the footsteps in the corridor were getting closer and closer, but the person in his arms seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, once the door was opened, then...

"Fellow Daoists...".

"What kind of Taoist friend, call someone Amei."

"Okay, Ahmeh." Li Xia said patiently, "Can you leave from Zaixia, although there is some friction and misunderstanding between us, but I want to calm down and talk..."

"Little Taoist." Li Qingmei turned a deaf ear to Li Xia's words, and the whole person got a little closer again.

"I don't like people who are too casual, and if you do this again, we really don't have to talk about it?"

He said this very seriously, and his tone was very serious.

"Dao Chief, what are you talking about? The biggest difference between a monk and a demon beast is that we know how to advance and retreat when we wear clothes, although I am a ghost cultivator, but I was also a beautiful lady in my lifetime, and I know what it means to be polite, righteous and shameful..."

Seeing that Li Xia's tone didn't seem like a joke, Li Qingmei sat on the bed with a flash of figure when she heard this.

It's as if the ghost cultivator who was planning to plot someone else's body just now wasn't her.

？？？

As soon as Li Qingmei's words fell, Li Xia turned her head, and in the blink of an eye, she saw her figure floating to the side of the bed and sitting obediently, the previous charming and charming outfit has changed, not only dressed up as a beautiful lady, not only changed her hair bun, but even the makeup on her face has changed.

Turtle tortoise.

What kind of sorcery is this?

Li Xia didn't know that this was the first time he was speechless today.

But before he could say anything, he saw Li Qingmei floating in front of him and waving his cloud sleeves at his face.

"Open the door and check the room."

The rhythmic knocking sound blocked his words, and seeing Li Qingmei sitting on the bed obediently, and there was nothing unusual in the room, he looked left and right, got up and walked to the door.

The door was pulled open.

Standing at the door was a Shushan monk with a sword and armor.

The glimmer of different runes shone in their hands, and almost at the same time as Li Xia opened the door, no less than twenty sword tips that had been loaded with strings and flashed spiritual light slammed into his face.

"Show me your identification."

The monk who led the speech had a crisp voice, and at the same time raised his hand to raise his hand to Li Xia, the token of the black unknown material had the words "Shu Mountain" on it, which seemed to be a proof of their identity.

"What's the matter?"

Li Xia stood at the door with skillful steps, and at the same time blocked the sight of others glancing into the room, and pulled Lu out of his arms.

He naturally has an identity certificate, but he is a little worried that Li Qingmei does not, so he wants to delay a little time for him to find an opportunity to leave.

It's not that I want to help her, but I hate trouble.

If she has a problem, she can't get out of it.

Finding that the token in his hand that could detect abnormalities did not show any abnormality, the leading monk flipped the token back to his waist, and then his eyes sharpened.

"Foot, we just heard a scream coming from your room, what did you just do?"

Another female cultivator with a sword standing beside her whispered a few words to her, mixed with the Shu dialect, which Li Xia didn't understand too much.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, he noticed that the delicate friars standing in the doorway were looking at him in unison, and he sensitively felt that the atmosphere inside and outside the room had become unusual and subtle.

"Ah Guo, you look like you are soft-footed, aren't you being picked by seventeen or eighteen fox spirits and ghosts..."

As he spoke, the Shushan monk raised his hand and drew out the water mirror, and Li Xia also saw his appearance.

Feng Shen's handsome face became yellow and thin at some point, and his handsome and straight body became withered, and he couldn't see any resemblance to him before.

"I know!" Li Xia continued with the monk who spoke, "Probably rushed all the way from Kunlun to be strangled!" ”

"You're from Kunlun?"

"It's a drop."

"That's a long way away."

"That is, Sa."

Li Xia spoke solemnly, but unexpectedly, the leading monk raised his hand.

"Come into the house and search for me."