Zishen heard about all kinds of weirdness of Qu Mingcicada, and couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity, and it was inevitable to listen to a few more words of information related to it.

The more he listened, the more he felt that what He Miaomiao said was very true, this son of luck with the memory of two lives was indeed very worthy of fear.

"I really don't know what her purpose is, I always feel that if she stays in Wanli City for a day, I can't let go of my heart. ”

When He Miaomiao heard this, she had no choice but to persuade softly: "The more you don't care, the less she will get in the way." Why bother to pay attention to her? If you really provoke her, you will have your own solution!"

She knew that she couldn't kill Qu Mingcicada, but if she wanted to make her suffer a big loss, it would not be as difficult as climbing to the sky. The other party has all kinds of treasures, and she and Zishen also have a lot of hole cards, if there is a conflict, at least they can save their lives while greatly reducing the opponent's strength.

Zishen sighed silently, knowing that he was a spirit body, he was overjoyed at the same time, but he was inevitably a little worried. A strange monk who was already in need of a spirit was close in front of him, and it was difficult for him to face it for a while.

Seeing him like this, He Miaomiao analyzed again: "The whereabouts of Zhuqing Zhenren are unknown, it is conceivable that Xiao Changting is the high-level spirit body she is asking for, according to me, it is not far from taking it, why should you worry about it?"

When He Miaomiao stayed in the Wu Clan, he was affected by the fallen Great Wu Nuer, and felt that there were some things that could not be easily intervened. If it is allowed to go down, it will always be beneficial to her, or the situation of the entire sub-family.

According to the fragmentary information she knew, whether it was the Qu family or the Wu clan, they all had a back hand for the situation that Guanfeng saw, and if they rashly intervened in it, no matter how big or small it was, it would make a great change in fate.

For the sake of old grievances in the past and worries today, he will attack Qu Mingcicada, and maybe he will poke out a bigger basket.

After all, the fate of the son of luck is mysterious, in case her body perishes, but her soul is taken away, she will only hide deeper in the vast sea of people, and it will be difficult to know the plans of the Yin Yang Sect and the Tu Shan Clan for her.

And the body of "Quming Cicada" is much more conspicuous.

Therefore, in He Miaomiao's opinion, the best way is to occasionally care about her movements, no matter how she picks up and how quickly she advances, she doesn't have to worry about it. When the time comes, you can pull it down from a high place in one fell swoop.

"Alas, I hope she will get Xiao Changting to leave soon. But I was worried that she would advance too quickly, which would be a great thing for the Yin Yang Sect and the Tu Shan Clan. Zishen deeply felt that the more he knew, the more things he worried about, but as a member of the Zi family, he couldn't get out of it.

He Miaomiao explained her thoughts to him in detail, and then said with relief: "Besides, there are still elders to support everything, remember to forcibly trap my Tu Shanzhao?

Hearing her mention such a mysterious thing as fate, Zishen's heart was a little hazy, since it was destined, it was not something he could worry about. When it came to the elders of the clan, he was even more relaxed.

"It turns out that Tu Shanzhao has been abolished and cultivated! He deserves to be like this! The elders are so strong, it can be regarded as a sigh of relief for the third sister and everyone in the Zi family. ”

"So, we only care about the cultivation of life, and we don't have to worry about the rest. Seeing that his worries had faded a lot, He Miaomiao immediately changed the topic and stopped mentioning Qu Mingcian and Tu Shan's bad things, so as not to make him think about it again.

"After the Dongtian scuffle, you will enter the academy, and when the time comes, you and I will act separately, and when you look through the books you like, pay attention to them for me by the way. As long as it's about 'silence' or cultivating the Heavenly Demon Root, write it down and tell me. ”

The Haotian Realm has fought with things suspected of being the incarnation of the demon race, and there will never be less information about the monsters, but Jixian Academy is huge, and it is difficult to read all the books in three days.

"Okay! The third sister just went to the outer peak to look for it, and I stayed in the guest house to take a good look. Although Zishen doesn't know the identity of the person she wants to help, she will not ignore it when she sees that she is worried about her labor for this purpose.

In addition, he himself is not very interested in the academy, but he just wants to go in and have a long experience, and help He Miaomiao turn the book to find a way, and he will not delay anything at all.

After finalizing the plan, the two of them sat in the corner of the formation and calmed down to meditate and repair. It wasn't until the end of the day, when the entrance to the cave was about to open, that the two of them opened their eyes and put away the array plate and set off to the shore of the waterhole.

When he approached Mao, there were already many monks standing around, and the low and high ranks were all in one place, temporarily maintaining peace on the surface.

The formation enchantment outside the cave can separate the monks according to their cultivation and enter different geographical spaces to fight. He Miaomiao, Zishen and the monks of the same rank stood in front, silently waiting for the entrance to open, and did not forget to glance at each other.

Everyone glanced at it casually, and found that there were only the last forty people left on the same level standing here, and all of them didn't seem to be easy to provoke.

What surprised He Miaomiao a little was that the five Buddhist cultivators and five Confucian cultivators he saw yesterday were all still alive, and the ten people who died were mostly evil cultivators and Taoist cultivators.

"It seems that these scholars have good strength, if they can meet in Dongtian, they can learn from each other!" Zishen has always wanted to fight with Confucianism, and eagerly passed the sound to He Miaomiao, looking forward to the melee starting soon.

He Miaomiao also had some expectations, and when she saw that the entrance was already looming in the water, she hurriedly sent a voice and instructed: "Be careful about everything after entering, even if there is a formation, you must also prevent people from making a bad move!"

"I know, the third sister should be more careful!" Zi Shen responded, glanced at He Miaomiao, and at the same time flew towards the revealed entrance, burrowing into the white light and disappearing.

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The cave sky was dim and lightless, and there was no complete law refining, just an isolated space with a formation enchantment.

He Miaomiao walked in the wasteland, looking empty, there were no monks, no demon beasts, plants and trees, and even the aura was not pure.

This kind of cave used for melee is generally not too big, but she searched around for a long time, but she didn't meet a single person. Seeing that her luck was mediocre, she simply stopped and sat in place and waited, saving herself from wasting spiritual power.

A stick of incense passed, and He Miaomiao, who was bored, finally waited for someone.

The appearance of a young male cultivator in the distance, dressed in a gray close-fitting short fight, his eyes did not look like an evil person, he was not tall, but he had a neat and capable style that was completely different from that of Taoist cultivation.

The coercion he exuded intentionally or unintentionally was very similar to He Miaomiao, but his aura was not a Dao Demon Evil Cultivator, but a relatively rare martial cultivator.

Martial cultivation is divided into nine realms, from first-order martial artists to ninth-order martial artists, corresponding to the Qi refining period of Dao cultivation to the tribulation period.

The male cultivator in the distance was the late stage of the third order. His eyes swept over He Miaomiao's location, and in an instant, his figure turned into an afterimage, galloping forward with an extremely strong wind.