In addition to a magnificent Zhengshan Gate, Qingxuanzong also opened some side doors due to various needs, such as a portal in the miscellaneous courtyard that can lead directly to the mountain gate, which is specially for miscellaneous servants to walk out and enter.

It stands to reason that she could have entered this gate with an order, but she left in a hurry now, just to disassociate herself with the Miscellaneous House.

As the true inheritance of the sect, the attention she received was not small, if she entered this gate with an order, it would be difficult for people not to associate it with her when the news of Tan Kaiming's disappearance in the miscellaneous courtyard for no reason spread.

Fortunately, in order to facilitate the disciples of the sect to enter and exit the Fang City, there is also a mountain gate in Qinghe Fang that can lead directly to the sect, but in view of the mixed fish and dragons in the Fang City, there are people patrolling here all the year round, and once there is any trouble, this gate will be immediately closed.

Unfortunately, to get there, you have to go through most of the Qinghefang.

In her current state, the task was not easy.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Qinghefang is on the edge of Qingxuanzong, no matter how many undercurrents are surging in the dark, there has never been chaos in the market, and no one dares to mess up, and she doesn't have to worry about being robbed suddenly halfway through.

Of course, if the existence that secretly paid attention to "Zhou Qiang" was actually also paying attention to "Xia Qing", and made a brazen attack before she entered the gate of Qingxuanzong Mountain, and directly robbed her, then she would have nothing to say.

The options available to her now are already very limited, and there are absolutely foolproof options, and there are no options at all.

Meng Zhou felt like a seriously ill patient now getting off the sickbed, with a groggy head, walking on the road with his feet, but it was like stepping on cotton, high and low, soft and soft.

Fortunately, although there are people on the road from time to time, it is not very crowded, otherwise she is really worried that she will fall to the ground if she is lightly hit.

Moreover, although there are not many female cultivators who haunt at night, as long as they are walking on the road, they are all flowery and bright, and it is difficult to attract people's attention as plain and low-key as her.

She finally passed through most of the Fang City without danger, because she was close to the mountain gate of Qingxuanzong, no one walked back and forth, and it seemed very quiet.

She didn't go directly to the mountain gate, but walked into a quiet alley, took off her scarf, and the robe changed back into the style of the lake green long skirt, came out from the other end of the lane, and walked towards the mountain gate generously.

From a distance, the mountain gate was still empty and there was no one, but when he approached within ten steps of the mountain gate, an old black-faced man suddenly appeared at the door, his eyes were cold and serious.

But when his gaze fell on Meng Zhou, he instantly put away all his edges, and a smile piled up from the bottom of his heart and opened on his face.

"Senior Sister Xia, you are finally back, Senior Brother Fan and a few of them were still talking about you a few days ago."

Meng Zhou said casually: "What are you talking about me?" Are you worried that I won't show up for a few months and die outside? …… Senior Brother Zhang, help me. ”

As he was talking, Meng Zhou suddenly felt a little out of breath.

For her now, she has crossed most of the city, which is already an extraordinary performance, and now that she has arrived at the mountain gate safely, her heart is relieved, and all kinds of negative feelings that have been forcibly suppressed instantly surged up, almost knocking him down directly.

Fortunately, she knew that now was definitely not the time to drop the connection, so she gritted her teeth and held on.

Her request was heard in the ears of the black-faced man, but he quickly reached out to hold her up.

This sudden intimate contact made his heartbeat speed up a little, but he tried his best to control his emotions, and he didn't dare to show the slightest rudeness, just used his skill to hold the elbow of the beautiful senior sister steadily, even through the robe, he could feel it...... Can't think about it.

He hammered himself hard in his heart, and asked with concern, "Senior Sister Xia, what's wrong with you?" ”

Meng Zhou waved his hand: "It's okay, it's a little thing, just rest for a while." ”

The black-faced man said in his heart, you don't look like you can recuperate for a while.

"Senior Brother Zhang, can I bother you with one thing?" Meng Zhou asked.

"You say." The black-faced man said.

"Can you take me back to the cave? If you have a task that you can't live without, you can help me find someone. ”

"No, I have time!" The black-faced man almost blurted out this, and then he turned his head and said somewhere in the darkness: "You all heard it, and you all keep the door open for me!" ”

"." This is the voice of envy.

"Why didn't I come out sooner!" This is the voice of remorse.

“……”

Meng Zhou was helped into the mountain gate by the black-faced man.

In the wooden stable behind the mountain gate, there are more than 20 wooden kites, the two of them stepped on one at random, the black-faced man urged the mana, under his control, the wooden kite squeaked and flapped its wings a few times, and flew close to the ground.

Meng Zhou looked at the wooden kite under his feet, and some memories belonging to Xia Qing naturally emerged.

When the mountain gate of Qingxuanzong was first opened, the sect did not have flight control.

Some people use flying magic weapons, and some people control flying birds, competing for beauty, and each speaks according to his ability and financial resources.

But as the Qingxuan Sect became more and more prosperous, and there were more and more Qi cultivation disciples, some elders who liked Qing cultivation had complaints.

"It's so noisy!"

"It's too unseemly!"

"I was in retreat, but they were racing in the sky, and they crashed into my cave together, and I thought that a strong enemy was coming, so I was sent away on the spot!"

“……”

Soon, Qingxuanzong implemented flight control.

Only cultivators above the foundation level have the right to fly freely in the sect, and monks at the Qi cultivation level are not allowed to take off without permission.

Of course, the scope of the sect is too large, and running on the ground with a pair of meat feet is also a bit of a bully, so the sect uniformly provided flying wooden kites for transportation.

It can fly, but it can only stick to the ground within 10 meters of the ground. Not only limited height, but also limited speed.

Riding a wooden kite with Senior Sister Xia, such an experience made the black-faced man excited and uncontrollable.

He had a lot to say, but seeing that the world had been staring down in a daze since he got on the wooden kite, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't mean to talk to him.

His heart gradually calmed down, but he didn't intend to be silent until the end, always having to say something.

"Senior Sister Xia?"

"Huh?"

"Can I ask you one thing?"

"You say."

"You seem to know me?"

"Well, I have some impressions of you."

The black-faced man was a little excited, and he wanted to ask what time you remembered me.

After all, as disciples of the same generation, everyone has appeared on the same occasion many times at the same time, but the highlights and attention are always Senior Sister Xia and others, and like him, as long as Senior Sister Xia is there, it is basically just a background board responsible for cheering.

But I felt that it would be boring to say this, so I held back.

Meng Zhou did know this person, and he was very impressed.

Because this person's name is Zhang Ping, he met this one the first time he went to work, and Deacon Huang also carefully admonished him at that time, to the effect that these people are all killing gods, see them behaved, stay away, don't provoke.

At this moment, he showed such a tactful gesture in front of her, and it was difficult for him not to be impressed.

He thought of Deacon Huang's other words that day, and couldn't help but verify: "You and Senior Brother Fan are closer? ”

It's a euphemism that really means, "Are you his horse?" ”

Zhang Ping nodded and said, "Well, Senior Brother Fan has always been more attentive to me. ”

Meng Zhou nodded and did not continue to speak.

Zhang Ping also honestly the wooden kite, and didn't dare to disturb it again.

After a while, as the wooden kite turned a hill, it saw a secluded flat land facing a cliff, and a quiet courtyard came into view.

"Ah, here it is."