"Then the ruins belong to the Qingling Sect, right?" Qian Yang still wanted to confirm.

Song Yi shook his head: "This is not necessarily, the one behind Lu Tian should not be underestimated, and it is not like the Qingling Sect captured Lu Tian in front of everyone's eyes." ”

Indeed, if the Qingling Sect is really for the relics, there must be a lot of ways to force Lu Tian to comply, and there is really no need to do such an ugly thing as arresting people on the street.

Seeing that Qian Yang was deep in thought, Song Yi was reluctant to continue this topic, this matter was deeply implicated, and it was really inappropriate to talk about this matter with Qian Yang, a disciple of the Qingling Sect, so he changed the topic without a trace: "I don't know what Qian Daoyou is doing here?"

"Oh?" Qian Yang was stunned, temporarily put aside his obsession with the ruins, and straightened his thoughts: "I wonder if Shaodong can still remember the monk who came to sell beeswax beads last time?"

Song Yi was a little surprised, and he didn't know why Qian Yang suddenly mentioned this person, but he still thought about it vigorously: "That loose cultivator with a thin little girl?"

Qian Yang nodded: "That loose cultivator is called Yu Jie, and the little girl's name is Yu Zhu, and she is his daughter." A year ago, after Yu Jie sold the beeswax beads, he had planned to buy an entry token for his daughter to the Qingling Sect. I don't know what happened after that, and now I want to inquire about the current situation of this father and daughter, I don't know if Shaodong can do anything?"

Song Yi couldn't help asking: "What is the matter with Qian Daoyou?"

Qian Yang hesitated slightly, there was no need to mention that cause and effect, but if you ask someone to help, you have to explain the ins and outs. Qian Yang said slowly: "I owe them a favor that day, I was riddled with trivial matters a few days ago, and I want to visit when I have time today, and it would be great if I had the opportunity to repay the favor." ”

Song Yi laughed: "This is easy to do! Fang City is such a big place, there is nothing to hide from people." Qian Daoyou sat down for a while, I went to find someone to inquire, and I will definitely give Qian Daoyou a satisfactory answer. ”

Qian Yang nodded in thanks, and Song Yi turned away.

Qian Yang thought that it would be extremely troublesome to find two people in the vast sea of people, but he didn't want to wait for just two quarters of an hour, so Song Yi turned back with a smile.

"Got it?" Qian Yang was a little surprised.

"A little thing, it doesn't take much effort!" Song Yi took a sip of tea: "There are many fish and dragons in the market, and all kinds of people can't wait. Naturally, there are some well-informed people who rely on well-informed information to make a living. Song still has some face, but he doesn't even need to spend spirit stones to find someone. ”

Qian Yang hugged his fists gratefully: "Shaodong bothered!"

Song Yi waved his hand to say that he didn't have to mind, and then said: "Then Yu Jie's father and daughter rented a house in the South District of Fang City last year, and Daoist friends went to visit by themselves. ”

Qian Yang hurriedly thanked him, asked the address, and went straight to the residential area to the south.

Qingling Shanfang City is said to be a Fang City, but in fact, it has the scale of a small town under the management of Qingling Sect and Zuo Jin's family and sect for many years. The whole market is almost a square, and the east and west commercial streets run through the entire market, except for the shops on the street, the rest of the place is full of houses.

The city is in a good state of order, and business is convenient, and many casual cultivators use it as a regular supply point. In addition, the Qing Ling Sect also funded the creation of a formation to gather spiritual energy, making the quality of spiritual energy in the Fang Market much higher than that of the outside world, which is of great benefit to cultivation. Some casual cultivators simply set up a house here as a temporary residence.

However, the selling price and rent of the houses in the Fang City are really not cheap for casual cultivation, and most of the casual cultivators who can live in the Fang market are very wealthy. For example, Yu Jie, who saved thousands of spirit stones by himself, is not surprising to rent a mansion here.

According to the address given by Song Yi, Qian Yang easily found the small but very chic courtyard. Knocking on the knocker, a thin little girl pushed the door open, her face full of hope. But when she saw Qian Yang outside the door clearly, the expression on her face instantly turned into loss.

"Senior sister, do you still remember Qian Yang?" Qian Yang felt that this little girl probably didn't recognize him.

Yu Zhu reluctantly squeezed out a smile and saluted gently: "Xiaozhu naturally remembers Senior Brother Qian, Senior Brother come in and sit!"

Qian Yang stepped into the courtyard and asked, "Brother Yu is at home?"

Qian Yang didn't ask, but when he asked, Yu Zhu's tears couldn't be stopped in an instant, and with tears flowing, he simply turned into a howling cry, and for a while snot and tears flew all over the sky.

Qian Yang really hadn't gone through this battle, so he panicked suddenly, and he didn't know what to say.

"My dad...... I went to ...... a year ago The Dark Swamp, to this day...... Not yet...... Didn't come back. Yu Zhu couldn't cry.

"Huh?" Qian Yang saw a wooden table in the courtyard with two rattan chairs next to it, so he pulled Yu Zhu to sit down and ask carefully.

It turned out that Yu Jie had collected nearly 4,000 spirit stones last year, and he was full of confidence to ask for an entry token for Yu Zhu to enter the Qingling Sect. Originally, the value of this token was more than 3,000 spirit stones, but he didn't want to suddenly kill a red-faced old man at the auction, and he didn't use the spirit stones as money at all.

Yu Jie carried the bag full of spirit stones accumulated over the years, but in the end, he didn't even get the opportunity to bid, and the powerlessness in his heart was really not enough to treat others.

Yu Jie returned disappointed, but forced a smile in the face of his beloved daughter, planning to save for another year of spirit stones, and buy an entry token in the next year anyway.

Subsequently, Yu Jie rented this courtyard, and after settling Yu Zhu down, he went to the dark swamp, thinking that if he earned some more spirit stones, he would have a greater chance of coming year.

Originally, Yu Jie had already said before leaving, no matter what, he would come back before this year's Ask Immortal Meeting, but at this time, this year's Ask Immortal Meeting had already ended, and a new batch of disciples of the Qingling Sect also entered the mountain gate a few days ago. Yu Zhu, who had already reached the age of sixteen, once again missed the opportunity to worship the Qingling Sect, not to mention, her father's safety made her even more worried.

Most of the children of the scattered cultivators were very self-reliant, and when Yu Jie left, just in case, he had left most of the spirit stones to Yu Zhu. The little girl who has been waiting alone in the Fang City for a year ensures that the basic life is not a big problem, but after all, she is a little girl who is powerless, and no matter how good the security of the Fang City is, it is not a long-term solution to go on like this. Moreover, Yu Zhu has not yet started to cultivate, and her age may no longer support her to wait any longer.

"I wonder what senior sister plans for the future?" asked Qian Yang with some concern.

"I ...... I do not know. Yu Zhu shook his head with tears in his eyes: "Senior brother, I'm ...... Scared ......"