Qingyan looked at him strangely, could it be that she gave Du Nanxing such a big bag of buckwheat teeth didn't count?

Congfeng smiled faintly, "Biluo Huangquan is not an ordinary artifact, the refiner is a nameless scattered immortal, because the woman he loves is persecuted by the world, he was forced to self-determination, and the scattered immortal refining the Huangquan kettle in order to take revenge." ”

"That's what the travelogue says?" Qingyan picked up the red rope on Li Luohan's bamboo pole and threaded it into the ear of Huangquan Cauldron.

The Huangquan kettle is as verdant and transparent as jade, and it is quite beautiful.

Even if it doesn't work, it can be worn as an accessory.

Zhongyi and Kong Qun only realized at this time that the iron pot was the treasure of the demon clan, Biluo Yellow Spring.

As soon as Qingyan asked, Wei Lai was even more puzzled.

He has read the Demon Cave Travels many times, but he has not seen any of them.

"When the cauldron was formed, the scattered immortals threw themselves into it, because of their deep resentment and hatred, they became the evil spirits of the cauldron." Continue to explain from the wind.

Qingyan had just knotted the red rope when he heard that there was an evil spirit in the kettle, and as soon as his fingers were loosened, the Huangquan kettle fell to the ground.

"Evil spirits? With my cultivation, I still don't want it, I can't control it. ”

Kong Qun stared at the jade cauldron on the ground, the heavens and men were at war in his heart, and the hands in his wide sleeves were about to move.

Zhongzhi heard that this kettle was refined by Sanxian, and his eyes were already a little red, and he didn't cherish the green smoke at all, so he leaned over and was about to pick it up.

Before his hand touched the jade cauldron, a burst of black smoke suddenly came out of the cauldron.

The smoke dissipated in an instant, but Zhongzhi's hand was burned red by black smoke.

Zhongzhi suddenly retracted his hand, Kong Qun thought he was timid, and when he touched it himself, he realized that this thing was really not easy to mess with.

Wei Lai saw that Zhongzhi and Kong Qun were both burned by the Huangquan Cauldron, and stopped the curious Tan Ximeng.

Pick up the Huangquan kettle from the wind and put it in the palm of your hand to play.

"Impossible, why can you take it?" Zhongzhi glared at Congfeng.

"Maybe it's afraid of me."

The tone is almost joking, but the words spoken are shocking.

Zhongzhi was speechless.

Kong Qun looked at Congfeng's eyes with inquiry.

Zhongyi glanced at Kotochi's hand and frowned slightly.

Several elders didn't know how to deal with it for a while, only Qingyan was like a bystander who had nothing to do with her.

"Since I'm afraid of you, then you can take it." Qingyan asked Li Luohan to come to the bamboo pole.

She poked the jade kettle with a bamboo pole, and when she saw that there was no reaction from either the rod or the kettle, she clapped her hands boredly.

"Isn't it time to hurry?"

Seeing that no one responded to her, Qingyan looked at Wei Lai.

"How do I get to the Qin Painting Academy?"

"Let's go?" Wei Lai was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were dumbfounded as he watched from the wind tie the Huangquan Cauldron to Qingyan's waist.

That's when they thought of a rumor.

Elder Xiao Linshan doesn't know how to resist the sword, but isn't he just going to walk over?

Without waiting for Wei Lai to speak, Kong Qun said with a smile.

"It's a long way to go, it's very hard, Elder Qingyan has made a contribution to saving the queen, and I'm willing to take Elder Qingyan to fly with the sword, and I'm grateful."

His smile was sincere, and his eyes were grateful.

People who don't know still think that he is the old father of Queen Chengyang.

Wei Lai kept a calm face and disdained to argue with Kong Qun.

"For our kindness to Queen Chengyang, why bother Elder Sanliu to return it?" Yi Junzi said neither humble nor arrogant.

As his name suggests, Yi Junzi treats people appropriately.

As a first-class academy, the identity of Elder Wei Lai does not allow him to argue with others casually.

Except for him, the rest of the disciples came out and seemed to be presumptuous again.

At this time, only his identity and fame are the most suitable.

Li Luohan didn't expect that the master would just enter the palace, and he would become a fragrant dumpling of piano paintings and Sanliu.

"Master, who do you want to take you to fly?"

As soon as Li Luohan asked, everyone looked at Qingyan.

Yi Junzi is good-looking, but you can consider it, Qingyan smiled sweetly at him.

As soon as he took a step and was about to walk over, he was stopped by Congfeng with a black face.

Didn't you say you like Lan Shen? I still remember the division every day, and I like Mr. Yi again so soon?

He had only met a few times, and he didn't see any gentleman worthy of the girl's liking.

Can this flowery little woman behave more tactfully?

From the wind gritted his teeth, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from sticking to it.

Qingyan shrugged regretfully, as if she had been forced to give up.

"I'm really shameless as an elder, even a little disciple can show me a face."

As he spoke, Qingyan took a bamboo pole and knocked it on the back of the wind.

She knocked happily, and let her knock from the wind.

Anyway, it's like tickling, and it doesn't hurt.

He doesn't have any requirements for her, she can do whatever she wants, just don't stick to men.

Zhongyi walked over, "Let Jiang Bi take you." ”

The rest of the people were also digested by Wu Xian Academy, and there was no trouble for outsiders.

Jiang Bi was ordered to fly with Qingyan with Edgeworth, but I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, she flew so fast that she vomited when Qingyan came down.

It's really vomited.

As soon as he landed, he was in a tea shed in Cangshan City, to which the Qin Painting Institute belongs.

Li Luohan beat her shoulders, Lan Shen poured tea for her, and squinted at Jiang Bi from the wind.

"Weak." Jiang Bi mocked in a low voice.

A scoop tugged at the corner of her clothes, signaling that Elder Zhongyi was looking at her.

Jiang Bi immediately showed an apologetic face and walked in front of Qingyan.

"Elder Qingyan, I'm really sorry, Bi'er is used to flying like this, if she knew that you wouldn't be able to stand it, she would definitely not fly so fast."

This is obviously an apology, but in fact, she is laughing at Qingyan, as an elder, she is not even as good as a disciple.

Qingyan poured a cup of tea and suppressed the sour taste in his mouth.

"It's okay, those who don't know are not guilty, and if you commit it again next time, you shouldn't do it."

She spoke magnanimously, but also with a small warning.

No matter how dissatisfied Jiang Bi is, he can only say yes obediently.

Sometimes Qingyan admires her courage, and she is embarrassed to always hit the muzzle of the gun with such a low-level trick.

Wei Lai wanted to talk to Qingyan, but Kong Qun always snooped with all kinds of eyes, and Biluo Huangquan was very important, so he could only find an opportunity in the future.

Before entering the Qin Painting Academy, the Qin Painting disciples gave each of them a piece of paper, filling in their names, cultivation levels, and who they were taught by.

Qingyan only wrote two words on the first line, and drew a slash on the back.

The disciple in charge of collecting the paper ran to find Yi Junzi with an embarrassed face, and only let her into the mountain when Yi Junzi agreed.

"Didn't write about it?" Wei Lai put down the Devil's Cave Travelogue.

The disciple of Qingyan said that the origin of the Biluo Huangquan Cauldron was written in the travelogue, how could he not find it after reading it several times?

Was he a liar, or was this travelogue hiding some secret he hadn't discovered?

"Well, the disciple has already checked, and I heard that Elder Qingyan has never passed any assessment, and it seems that even she herself doesn't know her cultivation level." Yi Junzi also felt incredible.

What cultivators pursue is level improvement, and what they are most concerned about is naturally their own level.

There are still people in this world who cultivate but don't care about the level.

"Strange woman." Wei Lai looked out the window with his hands behind his back, and then stopped speaking for a long time.

Thinking about it carefully, this female elder of Wu Xian is very similar to her in many ways.

He seemed to be remembering something, with a misty smile on his lips.

It was rare for Yi Junzi to see the master thinking about things, and he withdrew silently without disturbing.

After entering the Qin Painting Academy, the disciples of Wuxian Academy and Sanliu Academy took them to the pre-arranged residences, Qingfeng Yuan and Yaxian Yuan, respectively.

Here, they expect to stay for a few months and complete all the inter-hospital exchanges before going back.

Yi Junzi sent a red piece of paper with a schedule written on it, and left after explaining.

The arrangement of inter-college exchanges is very simple, divided into literary examination, Lao Zucong and practice.

"Ancestor Cong?"

Qingyan glanced at the paper on the table, only to know that Cong did not read the sect.

"What is Old Zucong?" Li Luohan chased Qingyan and asked.

"Do you think you know as a teacher?" Qingyan gave him a big roll of the eye for him to experience.