Chapter 242

"Of course, although people who cultivate immortals pay attention to pure hearts and few desires, but the private feelings of children are something that no one can escape. Alas!" The cave spirit seemed to recall some of the past again, and sighed for a while.

"But a little girl, you can't harm others, I can see that people are interesting to you, if you are also interesting to others, then be brave enough to accept them. Otherwise, stay away, man, you can't be an animal that thinks with your lower body. Especially a chick like you who hasn't seen the world. Dong Ling squinted his eyes and glanced at a certain place on Qin Lang's body, and said disdainfully.

"Rub! Lao Tzu is not a chick, he has long been a man. Qin Lang's old face was flushed, and he couldn't hold his face.

"Cut, it's almost as good as you to deceive a child, it's impossible to deceive my cave master. Dongye, a master I followed before, when I was as old as you, there were a group of wives and concubines, and I even had a bunch of babies. You're too far away. ”

"I, I also have a baby!" Qin Lang didn't know which tendon had a problem, so he jumped out like this.

"Haha, you also have a baby, yes, yes, you are also a group of descendants, but your children and grandchildren are all surnamed mud!

Dong Ling has never been so happy, the first time, the first time he had the upper hand in the battle with Qin Lang in the mouth, of course Dong Ling would seize this opportunity and give Qin Lang a head-on blow, and even almost forgot his original intention.

"Uh, ahem, I mean, if you like that girl too, then you can't afford to be disappointed. The cave spirit coughed, and reined in a little.

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"What's going on?" the cave spirit urged.

"Let's not talk about this for now, let's go back to Ziteng Peak first. Qin Lang shook his head vigorously, threw out all the disturbances in his mind, and after saying goodbye to everyone one by one, he flew back to Ziteng Peak.

On the way, Qin Lang suddenly remembered a question and asked Dong Ling: "By the way, what do you mean when you just said that your children and grandchildren are surnamed mud?"

It was a poem, written in the spare time of an ancient powerhouse. This great power has devoted his life to cultivation and cut off all the personal feelings of his children, and Zuihou has finally achieved the Supreme Dao. It is said that this poem is also a top-notch martial arts, but unfortunately no one has been able to understand it for a long time. ”

"Oh, and such a magical poem? Qin Lang became interested.

Dong Ling shook his head, like a teacher, and read slowly: "Sitting alone in the study and being a wife, this love is not known to outsiders. If you change your left hand to your right hand, you will stop marrying again. Brush and pinch and itch all over the body. Bit by bit fell to the ground, and the children and grandchildren were all surnamed mud. ”

"Sure enough, it's a good poem with a broad and profound profoundness, and this kind of realm is indeed not something we can understand. Qin Lang didn't hear the martial arts contained in this poem, but he heard some other flavors, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It's a little bit, I can't even fix you. The cave spirit muttered a few words secretly.

Without saying anything all the way, Qin Lang flew straight to his mountainside hut, he didn't come back for three years, everything here is still exactly the same as before, there is not a single weed in the yard, and it is neat inside and out.

"What's going on? Could it be that someone often comes to clean me?" Qin Lang was stunned for a moment, looked at the clean and tidy room, wiped his hand on the table, and there was no dust at all.

Qin Lang looked around inside and out, but found no trace of anyone, as if no one had ever come.

"It's weird. But it doesn't matter, I'll have a mountain in no time anyway, and I'll have to think of a domineering mountain name. For Qin Lang, this is the top priority at the moment, he wants to build an incomparably large mansion on the top of the peak.

"I want to set up a huge plaque on the door of the mansion, on which two big characters are written on the dragon, flying and phoenix dancing, Qin Mansion. Haha!" Qin Lang began to plan a blueprint in his mind.

"Please, you still have a 'Qin Mansion', do you think you are a worldly nouveau riche lord?

"Okay!" Qin Lang nodded sympathetically, lowered his head and thought for a long time, and shouted: "I thought of it, my future mansion will be called 'Sweeping Light Pavilion'!"

"What are you going to sweep away?"

"Hehe, sweep yourself and your enemies away. "Qin Lang laughed lewdly, in the world, it was November 11 every year, and it was regarded as Singles' Day by many singles.

"It's decided, Sweep the Pavilion!" Qin Lang crossed his hands on his hips, and he was extremely coquettish.

"As soon as you hear the name, you know it's definitely not a good thing. The cave spirit shrugged his shoulders.

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Zhongfeng Qinghai Palace, a void space, Qingfengzi is respectfully standing in front of three cross-legged figures. Qingfeng Zigui is the master of a sect, and the only ones who can make him so respectful are the three Supreme Elders of the Qinghai Sect.

"Qingfeng, what you said is true?" said a figure in the middle softly.

"That's right, the corpse of the demon handsome in the Refining God Valley has been boiled by the girl in the spirit vein, and it has been eaten by a disciple in the sect. Qingfengzi said, he was a little speechless, a dignified eighth-level demon beast was actually boiled like that.

"It seems that the old ancestor's speculation back then has really come true, what is the name of that disciple?" asked an elder on the side.

"His name is Qin Lang, I have checked his identity, there is no problem, before entering the sect, he is an ordinary gangster in Qinghai Kingdom. Qingfengzi explained Qin Lang's situation in detail.

"What, his cultivation has improved so quickly, could it be that he is not a natural spirit body?" asked an elder on the left.

"When I entered the sect, I checked his physique, and there was nothing special about it. However, before I came to see you, I had used the art of divination to calculate his luck, but I could not deduce the fate of this son. ”

"Can't even calculate the art of divination?" At this time, the three elders were all shocked, you must know that the art of divination is an extremely profound and mysterious technique, which can calculate the fate of a person's life. If even the art of divination cannot be calculated, then it means that the fate of this person is covered by more mysterious laws.

"We must firmly control this son in the Qinghai Sect, and if this son has any dissenting intentions, we must wipe it out before it grows up. It must not be allowed to be used by others. The elder on the right whispered.

"Well, I know what to do!" Qing Fengzi frowned and continued: "In addition, due to the destruction of the corpse of the demon handsome, the Refining God Valley has lost the effect of refining the spiritual will, and the old ancestor once said that when the Refining God Valley disappeared, it was the moment when my Qinghai Sect was facing a huge crisis, but at the same time, it was also a great opportunity. ”