Before Jing Yinian could speak, Hua Heng took a few bottles and jars and stuffed them into Jing Yinian's hands.

"Little junior brother, put it away." Hua Heng squeezed his eyebrows and looked slightly funny.

"Thank you, Senior Brother for your kindness." Jing Yinian collected these bottles of poison.

"Who treated your wound first?" Hua Heng asked with a smile again.

Jing Yinian replied lightly: "Fourth Senior Sister." ”

Hua Heng glanced out the door: "I originally wanted to talk about it, but forget it." The fourth senior sister is getting more and more terrifying, and the majesty of the year is getting better and better, and it is difficult for you. ”

"Senior sister has to do a lot of things, and a little majesty can save a lot of trouble." Jing Yinian seemed to be puzzled, "I'm here to study the formation, I'm very happy to stay with my senior sister to study, what's there to be embarrassed about." ”

Time-consuming, laborious, and brain-consuming things, his participation is not very high. It's still learning.

Volume King!

Hua Heng didn't know what to say for a while, so he said: "I don't care about you, well, in short, it hurts your organs, and you have been raising it for a while." Don't think that you can hold it up if you cultivate immortals. ”

"Thank you, senior brother, for your advice." Even if he was injured, Jing Yinian tried his best to complete the etiquette.

"You just lie down, I'll go out on an errand." Hua Heng hurriedly stopped, quickly pushed the door out, and as soon as his hand touched the door, he smiled happily: "Fourth senior sister, the life of the little junior brother has been saved." ”

"This sword touches the spiritual platform, and I have to bother the junior brother to be more attentive." Changyan bowed his head slightly.

Hua Heng smiled even brighter: "Fourth Senior Sister, wrap it on me, I'll go to dispense medicine, you are free." ”

Hua Heng ran away quickly, for fear of being caught to do coolies.

Changyan pushed the door in and checked Jing Yinian's pulse: "I will give you an explanation for this matter." ”

"Senior sister, he is our master." Jing Yinian pondered the words and slowly spoke, "This matter has nothing to do with Senior Sister. Since I was already injured, I used this to restrain the master, so that I was not injured in vain. ”

Whether Jing Yinian said this, Changyan didn't plan to let Zixiao out, and the time bomb had to be extinguished to be safe. Qingyun Sect is not without Zixiao, it can't be turned.

"I am the head of Lingyun Peak, and there was a serious injury to a disciple in Lingyun Sect, so I should give an explanation." Changyan was very clear: "Little junior brother, you recuperate from your injuries." When the injury is healed, I will talk about it again. ”

Jing Yinian would not be tough with Changyan in this kind of thing, and agreed gently.

Between them, they are called senior sisters and younger brothers, but they are actually masters and apprentices.

Having lost a right-hand man, Changyan was a little busier again. The matter of Zixiao and Jing Yinian was transmitted to Ling Che, Changyan and Chu Tongan argued with reason, and Zixiao himself was too powerful, fell into the devil, and seriously injured Jing Yinian, so Changyan didn't take much effort to successfully imprison Zixiao in Chengqian Cave.

As for Chengqian Cave, Chang Yan deliberately cleared it, and took away all the offensive things, so he left ordinary clothes and ordinary utensils for Zixiao. In and out of the cave, she set up a formation in all directions without dead ends, and carefully arranged prohibitions to ensure that it would be difficult for Zixiao to continue to cultivate if she couldn't get out, and she couldn't cultivate demons and immortals.

Changyan threw Zixiao inside, and she also gave him the courtyard outside Chengqian Cave.

"Zixiao, stay inside."

"Isn't your spiritual root dug up? Why can you still cultivate? Zixiao couldn't figure this out. His cultivation was abolished, and his long face contributed a lot.

Changyan is also a big speechless. It's not a secret that she has cultivation, and these words came out of Zixiao's mouth as if she was deliberately hiding him: "Zixiao, if you pay more attention to me, you have a little sincerity, and you won't know now that I have cultivation." ”

Zixiao's sanity is not much, and as soon as he breaks the defense, his sanity disappears.

Changyan has no interest in maintaining his fragile face.

No matter what Zixiao said, Changyan turned around and left firmly.

Changyan is not a person now, but she knows a lot about Xianmen Dabi. Just as they thought, how could the demons be willing to give up this time to make trouble.

The people present are all excellent disciples, and the Hengyang Sect is the largest sect in the world. Even if there are waves in Xianmen Dabi, they are not shocked.

A year later, Jing Yinian Ning Jindan and went out of the sect to practice.

The Demon Lord Jiang Wujian went out of the customs and gathered the demons.

Two years later, he will condense his eyebrows and condense the golden pill, and he will also go out of the sect to practice.

Changyan arranged the training task for her, and went to strengthen the prohibition on Zixiao's side. Changyan has no spiritual root, and he has not been struck by lightning.

When her cultivation also reached the tribulation period, she declared a retreat. In fact, Changyan changed his appearance, and he took the prepared things to prepare in several realms.

Changyan was worried about her little apprentice, and planned to follow her in another way, well, so she observed in the mortal world for a long time, and learned her tone and demeanor to the fullest. Then he wore linen and filial piety, took a straw and turned into a female corpse.

It seems that word of mouth is to sell himself to bury his father.

She will come to a funeral for herself.

After calculating the road that must be crossed by the eyebrows, Changyan posed, with a board hanging in front of him, and the ink dipped in the four big words "Selling his body and burying his mother".

The long face was deliberately transformed into a face like a silver plate, eyebrows like distant mountains, white skin like snow, red lips and white teeth.

This kind of appearance is soft and a little rich at the same time, the key is that if you are weak, you are pitiful.

So it attracted the gentleman very quickly, and after a while, there was a circle of people around, sobbing quietly with long faces, and a few tears hanging on his face.

"It's you who sold yourself to be buried...... Mother? ”

A fan lifted the chin of the long face, and the voice full of ill intentions and full of teasing remembered.

It's a gentleman!

Chang Yan lifted his moist eyes, a tear hung in the corner of his eyes, soft and weak, even if it was coarse cloth clothes, it was difficult to hide the beauty, and there was helpless pity in the weakness: "Childe, please have mercy on the poor slave family." ”

Changyan gently wiped away a tear and said in a soft voice: "The slave Liu Changyan has been dependent on A-Niang since he was a child, and in the early years, A-mother fled with the slave family, and the mother and daughter escaped easily, ready to go to their uncle. ”

"A-Niang got seriously ill on the way, and in order to cure the disease, we spent all the money, but A-Niang still passed away. How can a daughter bear to see her mother exposed to the wilderness, if the son is willing to bury the mother in a beautiful way, the slave family is willing to be a cow and a horse to repay the son. ”

This boy is dressed gorgeously, he picks his long-faced face with a fan, looks left and right critically, and says in an obscene tone: "Beauty, you don't need to be a cow or a horse, you just need to be my concubine." ”

As he spoke, he was about to touch Changyan's face.

Changyan refused and dodged: "If the son is unwilling to buy the slave family, please don't tease the slave family." ”

The tears of the beauty arouse people's love and pity even more.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Girl, this Liu Zhize is not a good person, he has killed many concubines, if you follow him, your life will not be saved." ”

Liu Zhize swept sharply into the crowd, and then looked at Changyan with a smile: "Beauty, don't talk nonsense!" ”