Although Qingyun snorted with hatred, he was extremely disappointed in his heart, he didn't know how he had regained his life, but it was very bad to be killed once.

Now recalling Chen Ping's slap like a heavenly might, Qingyun still feels a faint pain in his chest and a chill down his spine.

His pain was not due to the physical torture caused by the heart-rending palm, but from the powerlessness and frustration of his own insignificance.

He wants to become stronger, he wants to find out the truth about the destruction of Liangqi Village, and he wants to take revenge on all those who have hurt his relatives and friends, but how can he become stronger?

He had heard Lei Jiang vaguely mention that he couldn't practice.

But after Qingyun's heart was slaughtered because of the slaughter of Liangqi Village and the tragic death of his father, the seed of hatred that he buried deep in his heart had already quietly sprouted unconsciously.

The interweaving of hatred and humility will make a person form extreme or cowardly, but fortunately, Qingyun is introverted, but not introverted, he is persistent, but not stubborn.

Once the goal is determined, he will go all the way through the thorns and thorns, and go on without hesitation, the strength is already so weak, if there is no persistence in his heart, how can he get revenge?

He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and silently walked towards the room with the basin, but this time he lowered his head, the copper basin in his hand clanged, and it fell heavily on the ground, splashing everywhere.

Let's say that at the other end of the house, Wan Guliu was like carrying a little chicken, carrying the chirping Wan Congfang, and returned to his bedroom as soon as he slipped away.

He first gently put the little girl on the chair in the room, and then closed the door with a silent motion.

Seeing that his father was so careful, Wan Congfang was also interested, and sat and waited for Lao Wan's next words without saying a word. I saw Lao Wan turn around after closing the door, and whispered to his daughter:

"Fang'er, I'm afraid this kid's origin is not simple. ”

When Wan Congfang heard this, he looked at his father with some suspicion, feeling that since he picked up this kid, his father has always been a little chattering, so he hurriedly sat down and asked puzzledly:

"What's the origin, Daddy, isn't he just a mortal?"

Lao Wan frowned, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and only after a while did he speak:

"Yesterday when he was asleep, I checked his pulse, this kid's body has no aura fluctuations, there is no doubt that he is a mortal, but just now I checked it for him again, guess what?"

Wan Congfang asked curiously:

"How?"

"In the early stage of spiritual induction, although it is the weakest and weakest kind of little monk who has just started, it is a real early stage of spiritual induction. ”

Wan Congfang was a little confused, scratched his head and said:

"Dad, what do you want to say, say it quickly, I'm in a hurry!"

Lao Wan's face was full of the words hatred of iron and steel, and he didn't understand, why did his daughter like to use her brains so much?

"You can't use your brain more, no wonder you haven't broken through to the Hundred Veins Realm until now, hey!"

Seeing that Wan Congfang seemed to be about to start shouting again, Lao Wan quickly covered her mouth and said in a low voice:

"But every monk, whether it is on weekdays, sleeping, or meditating, will have spiritual power in his body, which is also the fundamental difference between monks and mortals. But this kid was still a mortal yesterday, so he slept like this, how could he be able to lead the spirit into the body in one fell swoop and step into the immortal gate today? Without the guidance of the exercises, without the assistance of his predecessors, is he not the legendary innate Dao body, and he can fit the Tao with his body, and the aura will not come from it?"

Lao Wan's words really made Wan Congfang's heart feel a little stuffy, and his throat was blocked for a while, and he didn't know if it was jealousy, and then, Lao Wan said:

"Don't forget your good daughter, when I found him yesterday, Daddy, that place clearly had the spiritual power fluctuations of high-level monks, what is a high-level monk, you know what? Let me tell you a little more, where he was lying, the surrounding area was burned by a fiery True Yuan like a blazing fire, and there was not a single grass! Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was as if it had been vacuumed, and he slept there alone!"

Not to mention, Lao Wan now thinks about it, as if he is suddenly a little afraid, and looks at his daughter in surprise again, Wan Guliu continued to whisper:

"Silly girl, you also heard what he said just now, he was ransacked in Yaoguang City, we don't know if what he said is true, but if these words are true, then combined with the fact that he can survive unharmed in the high-level cultivator fighting method, his origin and intention to go to Yaoguang City are worth pondering. ”

I have to say that the meticulousness of the eternal flow and the depth of the city should not be underestimated.

Although Wan Congfang doesn't like to use her brain, she is not stupid, and she opened her mouth and asked:

"Dad, you mean, he's a member of the Immortal Sword Sect with an art pitcher?"

Wan Guliu listened to his daughter's answer, smiled with satisfaction, and said:

"Most likely, if you think about it, he was robbed by someone, or was he robbed by a high-ranking monk, what can be seen by a high-ranking monk must also be a good thing, and what can survive under a high-level monk be a mortal?"

After that, Lao Wan's eyes flashed, and he glanced thoughtfully at the direction of Qingyun's room, and then didn't say any more.

There are some things that he doesn't want to say to his daughter yet.

He couldn't figure out the origin of Qingyun, after all, asking too detailed questions would definitely arouse suspicion.

It is unknown whether those who want to kill him are deliberately motivated or motivated by wealth, and how can those who dare to blatantly commit murder in Yaoguang City, and most likely use the teleportation array to teleport people away?

What a rare thing is the teleportation array? The queue for casual cultivation sometimes has to wait for several months, but there is no third-rate sect or not.

As huge as the Immortal Sword Sect, its disciples may have some privileges if they want to use it, but they also have to pay a large number of spirit stones to activate. The person who can use it at will and is not subject to inspection must at least be an inner disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, right? It is very likely that it is a core disciple or an elder.

So no matter what the intentions of these people were, Lao Wan thought to himself that he would definitely not be able to provoke him, but if he wanted to let go of this great opportunity to climb the Immortal Sword Sect, he was a little reluctant.

That is the largest sect among the thousands of sects in the entire Yuezhou, and the giant of one of the four sects in three days! If Fang'er can enter the door wall, not to mention the rising tide, at least it will be stronger than the declining small sect in her own family.

He doesn't have to watch out for those well-cultivated prodigals in other sects outside the town all day long, not to mention that there are some other strong enemies eyeing him, as for Fang'er's careful thoughts...

Just as he was thinking about how to properly deal with Qingyun, there was a sudden sound of metal falling to the ground in the courtyard, followed by Qingyun's unbelievable exclamation:

"No, no!

Qingyun couldn't have imagined that after escaping from death, he even changed his appearance, how could he not be frightened!

Kneeling on the ground, he didn't notice that his robe had been soaked with well water all over the ground, he supported the ground with his hands, and stared at the unfamiliar face on the water with his eyes in horror.

If you talk about appearance, his face has indeed changed slightly at this time, but it is by no means unrecognizable, it is still as handsome and handsome as before.

But it seems that the eyebrows have become slightly thinner than before, giving people a sense of coldness and perseverance, not just eyebrows, but also others, in short, I can't say where it has changed, if I have to say it, it is temperament, if Yao Mengxun is here, she will definitely be surprised.

In the past, Qingyun gave people the feeling of gentleness and kindness in elegance, like a daughter-like gentleness, like a talented man who was nostalgic for the market all day long, writing lyrics and composing music for beautiful women.

And now the earth Qingyun is still elegant, but there is a sense of solemnity and coldness in this elegance, like the wisdom of a sword swinging ten thousand bones in the world.

Of course, Qingyun is not this kind of character, but because of his new appearance. He stared blankly at the unfamiliar face, and after a while, he noticed the anomaly.

His hair had grown a few inches overnight, almost waist-length, and even fine fluff had grown on his chin, which shocked him and made him laugh and cry.

After a while, Lao Wan and Xiao Wan also trotted over, and saw Qingyun's clothes soaked and kneeling on the ground, looking unrelenting, Lao Wan thought that his old disease had recurred, and hurriedly asked:

"What's the matter, Qingyun, is there anything wrong with your body? Tell me about it. ”

Wan Congfang also looked at Qingyun anxiously, and did not dare to step forward to help, for fear of hurting his muscles and bones.

Qingyun only felt that his ears were buzzing now, and his head was spinning, if a person changed his appearance overnight, he was afraid that no one would be able to stand it. He stared blankly at Wan Guliu squatting in front of him, and said blankly:

"Is there a mirror?"

Lao Wan was stunned, and subconsciously continued:

"What do you want mirrors for?"

Wan Congfang, who was next to her, didn't care about it when she heard it, and hurriedly ran back to her room, took out the bronze mirror commonly used for dressing up at her daughter's house, and carefully handed it to Qingyun.

Qingyun took the bronze mirror, rubbed his eyes fiercely, looked at himself in the mirror carefully, sometimes pinched his mouth, sometimes patted his cheek, and after a long time, he gasped heavily.

He asked Lao Wan stupidly:

"Uncle Wan, what do you think of my appearance now?"

Lao Wan was stunned again, and replied casually:

"Huh, you're pretty and handsome!"

Hearing Lao Wan's answer, Qingyun sat on the ground with a plop, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

Yes, this father and daughter have only seen him on the first day, how do they know what he was like before?

It's good now, not only is there nothing left in my body, but even my appearance has changed, as if I have completely become another person, and I have been removed from the world.

Seeing Qingyun's appearance of a hanged ghost, Lao Wan couldn't help but ask again:

"What's wrong with you, Qingyun, what's uncomfortable, you can say it!"

In fact, what he wanted to ask was:

"You didn't hit your head yesterday, did you?"

Gradually, Qingyun finally recovered from Fang Cai's distraction, and after a closer look, although his appearance had changed somewhat, there was no fundamental change, but some details such as eyebrows were different from before.

Fortunately, it has not become ugly, but it is much tougher than before, and it is more masculine than before, and it is more masculine than before, except that he has lost some weight, at least he will not always be said to be like a little girl.