Xia Qianqing sat paralyzed on the altar, her eyes were flustered, although there was a familiar appearance in front of her, she couldn't believe it all right away.

It took a long time to react, and after it was really her master in front of her, the vigilance and fear in Xia Qianqing's eyes were swept away, replaced by a little dazed, a little tired, and a deep grievance, the girl grabbed Nan Liangsheng's sleeve, and her body trembled slightly.

"Master, master, uhh

Her voice was a little choked, and she could hear that she had indeed suffered a lot during this time.

Nan Liangsheng gently held Xia Qianqing in his arms, stroked her hair, and tried to make her movements as soft as possible, so as not to frighten her.

Her heart was full of distress and guilt, and she softly comforted:

"Qianqing, it's okay, the master is here."

said that she was a saint of the Spirit Sect, but she was just a fledgling girl.

It's a pity that he was slapped in the face by reality before he showed his edge, and he was a little dizzy.

The girl hugged her master tightly, her voice trembling in choking, and tears moistened Nan Liangsheng's clothes.

In Nan Liangsheng's warm arms, Xia Qianqing felt that his fear and nervousness had been vented during this time.

It wasn't until she felt the sound of her heartbeat gradually subside and her chaotic thoughts calmed down that she slowly let go of the hand that was tightly gripping Nan Liangsheng's sleeve and straightened up.

The girl looked up. Her eyes were red and swollen, she looked extremely embarrassed, and there were traces of tears on her face.

Xia Qianqing stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at Nan Liangsheng, tried to make his voice sound calm, and asked:

"Master... How did the master find me...? ”

"Nothing happened to the Spirit Sect, right? And those Sword Sect disciples? ”

"They've all been dealt with by me.."

Nan Liangsheng said this, and paused again before speaking:

"Lingzong is fine."

Or maybe it's a blessing in disguise.

Thinking of this, Nan Liangsheng's heart couldn't help but flash a trace of happiness, but after seeing his disciple's embarrassed appearance, this happiness turned into a deep sense of guilt.

- I feel like I've sold my apprentice.

Hearing Nan Liangsheng's words, Xia Qianqing was also relieved, but soon as he thought of something, he said with a nervous expression:

"Master, you're not going to kill them all, are you?"

Now the relationship between the Spirit Sect and the Sword Sect is already tense, if the Spirit Sect leader slaughters the disciples of the Sword Sect again, the battle between the two sects will be inevitable.

"I let them go."

Nan Liangsheng said, sneering:

"But the account with the Sword Sect can't just be settled."

Hearing this, Xia Qianqing subconsciously felt a little bad, and suddenly remembered what he heard the Sword Sect disciple say before he fell unconscious.

"This matter is not just the disciple of the Sword Sect who is on his own, the sword-wielding elder of the Sword Sect is also involved in this matter, and, also..."

Thinking of this, Xia Qianqing's expression suddenly became nervous, that sword-wielding elder was a sword cultivator of the seventh realm, if he rushed back at this time, the master might not be the opponent of the other party.

She subconsciously thought that it was Shizun who found her in the absence of the sword-wielding elder, but before the words fell, she heard Nan Liangsheng speak:

"The sword-wielding elder is dead."

Hearing this, Xia Qianqing was stunned, and after a moment of sluggishness, he said with some disbelief:

"Was he killed by Shizun?"

Sword-wielding elder, this is the pinnacle of the seventh realm sword cultivation.

Although his own master is also in the Seven Realms, the difference between spiritual cultivation and sword cultivation in actual combat is not half a star.

Could it be that Shizun has already broken through the Eight Realms?

Thinking of this, a look of expectation gradually appeared in her eyes, and her eyes sparkled at her master, but this expectation did not last long

Because at this moment, a voice came, shattering her illusions.

"Finally awake? Miss Xia. ”

The tranquility and comfort just now were broken in an instant, Xia Qianqing seemed to sense something, and raised his head suddenly, a thin figure was reflected in his eyes.

Moonlight poured overhead, casting his shadow long. He stood there, like a towering statue, steadily piercing her line of sight.

When Xia Qianqing saw the figure clearly, her heartbeat seemed to freeze at that moment, and her breathing became short, it was a figure that was too familiar, and every detail seemed to be engraved in her heart.

- Su Jiming, why is he here?

Fear was like a mist in the cold winter, silently spreading, enveloping her whole being.

Her body stiffened, cold sweat broke out in her palms, and her throat seemed to be stuck by something, unable to make any sound. She tried to struggle, she tried to escape, but her feet felt like they were pinned to something, and she couldn't move.

"It's a long time coming, and it's a blessing to be at this moment."

After hearing this, Xia Qianqing's brain went blank, and she subconsciously grabbed Nan Liangsheng's sleeve beside her, as if such an action could make her feel more secure, she tried to keep herself calm, but there was still a trace of urgency in her voice.

"That's it, it's him, master!"

“...”

Nan Liangsheng looked at the appearance of his apprentice, looking like he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to speak.

"Su both.. Guogong Mansion.. Vainly trying to provoke the contradiction between the Spirit Sect and the Sword Sect, and he has already colluded with the Sword Sect, he, it is impossible for him to come here alone, there must be someone else behind. ”

And Xia Qianqing obviously didn't notice her master's expression, she said quickly, and when she got here, she was already a little incoherent.

Seeing Su Jiming approaching step by step, she subconsciously mobilized the aura in her body, but forgot that she was still in a state of being restricted by the Withered Soul Grass at this time.

She anxiously tugged at her master's sleeve, completely forgetting that the man in front of her was just an ordinary person who had no cultivation.

However, Nan Liangsheng beside him didn't react as if he hadn't heard it.

Su Jiming walked in front of the two of them, did not pay attention to Xia Qianqing, but looked at Nan Liangsheng, arched his hand and said:

"Fortunately, the magic sword has been destroyed by me, and the southern seniors can rest assured."

Hearing this, Xia Qianqing raised his head and looked at Nan Liangsheng in a daze, but the latter was very calm.

As if a little helpless, she spoke:

"Thank you, Sushiko."

At this moment, Xia Qianqing only felt that the scene in front of him was too absurd, and asked with some trembling words:

"Master, master, what's going on?"

Nan Liangsheng seemed to be a little unbearable, but he still sighed, and said in a calm tone as much as possible:

"It was this Schusotz who helped me find your place... It was he who killed the sword-wielding elder. ”

"If it weren't for the help of Su Shizi, the Lingzong would have suffered a catastrophe, and its grace would be like a mountain, and it would also be respected by my Lingzong in the future, and he would be treated as a guest."

"Qianqing, thank you Su Shizi quickly."

Hearing this, Xia Qianqing only felt that the whole world was turned upside down at this moment.