"It's really troublesome! Waiting" Guarding the mountain gate was the male disciple of Shui Ling Peak, who was dozing off, and was woken up by Yang Qing with a dissatisfied face.

"Thank you Senior Brother for your help" Yang Qing thanked him, and then stood aside.

I saw this inner disciple take out a piece of rune paper, inject it into the aqua blue true yuan, the rune paper turned blue, brought it to his mouth, whispered a few words, and then dozed off against the rock wall next to the stone steps.

Several female disciples of Shui Lingfeng walked down the stone steps, dressed in white, handsome in appearance, and accessories such as earrings and step shaking made a crisp sound with the pace.

After these female disciples of Shuiling Peak came down the mountain, they left with several inner disciples at the foot of the mountain, talking and laughing, with affection between their eyebrows.

There were still a few inner disciples still waiting at the foot of the mountain, looking lonely, obviously knowing that their sweetheart had not come to see them. The disciple with the bead in his hand was among them.

He glanced at Yang Qing, who was still waiting, and seemed to have comfort in his heart, sighed, and continued to wait.

Yang Qing waited for a stick of incense, his expression was hidden anxious, and he began to worry in his heart whether Sun Xinyao would come to see him.

Holding his husband in his hand, he looked at the stone steps that stretched upward, pacing back and forth in place.

At this point, he was worried, even frightened. This year, with Sun Xinyao's company, no matter how hard his cultivation was, he felt comfortable, relaxed, happy and happy.

He knew very well that he was not worthy of Sun Xinyao, but he didn't want to admit it in his heart, seeing Sun Xinyao's smile, sometimes dignified, sometimes playful, Yang Qing couldn't help the admiration in his heart.

He was afraid that he would cultivate to the bottom, he was afraid that he would become a monster that was neither a man nor a beast, and he was afraid of dying under Wang Dali's stick.

He cultivated day and night, just to stand in front of Sun Xinyao in a dignified manner, and all this was about to be shattered before it was achieved.

"Why haven't you come yet?" Yang Qing felt that something was missing from his heart, and looking at the empty stone steps, his heart was also empty.

"Hey, don't say it's a gift to your husband, you just send a blue bird, you can't do it," the inner disciple who was holding a bead hairpin in his hand said contemptuously while tapping his palm with a bead hairpin.

"Yang Qing, why are you here?"

Yang Qing's face was full of anger, his right hand was clenched tightly in the steel rod, and when he was about to speak, a gentle voice came from the stone steps.

This voice was familiar to him, and at this time he heard it in his ears like a heavenly sound, and there was still anger on his face, and his mouth was grinning to the root of his ears, and he looked at the stone steps with excitement.

Sun Xinyao is dressed in white like snow, with a water-blue ribbon tied around her waist, green silk swaying slightly with the mountain wind, willow eyebrows are delicate, apricot eyes are smart and can speak, Qiong's nose is small, and her lips are outward.

In the past year, Sun Xinyao's figure is even more exquisite, and before she reached the foot of the mountain, her red lips opened slightly, and her eyebrows were full of joy.

A faint ylang-ylang fragrance, fresh and elegant, two pairs of white jade earrings, touching together 'ding dong'.

Sun Xinyao came to Yang Qing's side, as high as Yang Qing's eyebrows, with his hands behind his back, looking at Yang Qing playfully.

"Xin Yao, I'll send you this" Yang Qing smelled the familiar ylang-ylang incense, his heart was steady, he patted Fu Zhu's ass with his hand, and said with a grin.

The inner disciple who was holding the bead hairpin in his hand saw a playful and lovely female disciple come to Yang Qing, and the female disciple still looked happy and close, which made him breathe for a while, turned around and walked away.

At this moment, Yang Qing only had Sun Xinyao in his eyes, how could he have time to look at others, and put his husband on the ground, looking quite embarrassed.

"Ah! It's Fu Zhu, it's really Fu Zhu" Sun Xinyao saw the color of Fu Zhu's fur, tail, hooves, and horns on the ground, so she recognized it and said in surprise.

"If you don't catch the big one, only the smallest one" Yang Qing scratched his left arm, and he didn't have enough confidence to speak.

"The cub is the best, the adult spirit beast will not succumb to the human monk" Sun Xinyao squatted on the ground, stretched out his slender hand and touched the hair of his husband, full of love.

"No, it spits on you" Yang Qing was startled, and stretched out his hand to stop it.

He was spit on by his husband twice, and Sun Xinyao's pretty face was spitted on it, and this is okay.

"Spit"

The husband opened his mouth, and spit out with a mouthful of spit.

Sun Xinyao looked at her husband in surprise with anger in her childish eyes, and spit on Yang Qing's face.

"It's okay, it's okay" Yang Qing wiped the saliva off his face indiscriminately, feeling lucky.

Fu Zhu stared at his big spiritual eyes, looked at Yang Qing, and moved his body behind Sun Xinyao, seeking refuge.

"This little man is too bad, worse than you" Sun Xinyao covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes flashing with joy.

"Xin Yao, you can do it if you like it," Yang Qing scratched his left arm and said happily.

"Yang Qing, how did you catch it, it's still a cub" Sun Xinyao untied the vines tied to her husband's four legs, raised her head and said curiously.

Fu Zhu is extremely fast and flexible, and the monks of the Spirit Determination Realm can easily slash and kill, but they dare not say that they can catch it.

The cubs are hidden in a secret place by the adult husband, and sometimes the adult husband would rather bite them to death than let them be captured.

"I caught it with just one pounce" Yang Qing didn't think it was difficult, it was this little thing that was sent to the door by himself.

Yang Qing said casually, his eyes staring at the little husband who was hiding behind Sun Xinyao, as long as the little husband ran away, he would definitely be able to catch him.

Xiaofu Zhu seemed to like Sun Xinyao very much, hiding behind, his eyes and Yang Qing looked at each other, and he couldn't see that he had any intention of escaping.

"Xin Yao, why did it take so long to come down, I'm afraid that you won't come down to see me" Yang Qing asked with some confusion, faintly worried, and he wanted to know the reason.

"People are not allowed to dress up, how can they be like you. Sun Xinyao fiddled with the green silk, and was a little shy by Yang Qing's eyes.

"Po"

Sun Xinyao suddenly pecked at Yang Qing's face, like a dragonfly dotting water. Then he ran to the mountain with Xiaofu Zhu, his face flushed.

"Hehe" Yang Qing looked at Sun Xinyao's back and smirked, feeling extremely satisfied.

Several other inner disciples who were still waiting squinted and secretly watched, Yang Qing didn't bother, tilted his head and chest, and strode towards the cold iron mining area.

In the cold iron mining area, in the stone house, Yang Qing, Lu Zhen, Qi Xiaohu, and Tian Bo gathered together and chatted.

"I don't know, after the dissolution of the Cold Iron Mine District, where will we be arranged, will we be directly promoted to inner disciples," Lu Zhen said whimsically.

Lu Zhen is about the same height as Yang Qing, but his body is still very thin, and he looks powerless.

"You just want to do beautiful things, I think you have to drive us out of the Imperial Wind Sect," Qi Xiaohu said in a low voice.

Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo have been refining their bodies for more than a year, and they are burly, half a head taller than Yang Qing, and at this time, a pair of lying silkworm eyebrows are tangled together.

"No, then what are we still cultivating," Tian Bo said worriedly.

Among the four, Tian Bo was the shortest, a little more than seven feet, and the refining body did not make him much stronger, and there was a sad look on his handsome face at this time.

"Yang Qing, what do you say" Lu Zhen looked at Yang Qing in a daze and asked.

"I'll live until then," Yang Qing grinned, unable to see what the expression was.

"Hey!" sighed at the same time

Yang Qing and Tian Bo are the same age, seventeen today, Qi Xiaohu eighteen, and Lu Zhen nineteen. They are already adults, and there are more things to think about, and there are more worries.

The next day, on the top of Closed Moon Mountain, Yang Qing held about 2,000 catties of stones, constantly squatting, jumping, and lifting.

The muscles of his whole body were tense and swollen, and sweat crackled down his cheeks and hit the ground.

The body was exhausted to the limit, and the physical strength was exhausted, so he stopped to practice the sixteen forms of the innate realm in the "Thirty-six Styles of Mixed Yuan".

The sixteen styles of this innate realm can also be said to be the "Sixteen Styles of Innate Realm", and the difference between the two is the difference in accuracy.

The sixteen forms of the innate realm can attract the aura of heaven and earth, enter the body, and promote the muscles to fully absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

However, this kind of attraction does not rely on spiritual roots, and the aura of heaven and earth that can be attracted is very small, so that with Yang Qing's condition at this time, it will take at least three hours to recover his abundant physical strength.

Moreover, as Yang Qing's strength grows, the longer it takes, which will cause Yang Qing's strength to increase slowly.

The ten forms of the sea realm in the "Thirty-six Styles of Mixed Yuan" cannot be used to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to restore physical strength, it is a move to enhance the cultivator's ability to control the muscles of the whole body.

Enhancing the divine consciousness and the control of the muscles in all parts of the body is the essence of cultivating the ten styles of the sea realm in the "Thirty-six Styles of Mixed Yuan". According to Yang Qing's understanding, the control ability of the body is closely related to the fit between the soul and the body.

It is not used to increase strength, but to improve the realm of cultivators, laying the foundation for the Purple Mansion Realm to control the strength of the whole body.

"Yang Qing, do you think Fu Ling is beautiful?" Sun Xinyao came to the top of Closed Moon Mountain, followed by Xiao Fu Zhu, and said like a treasure.

Yang Qing carefully identified the little beast in front of him, with petals on its four hooves, a string of gems around its neck, and its four horns turned aqua blue.

"Is he a husband?" Yang Qing asked suspiciously, and then took the opportunity to stare at Sun Xinyao without blinking an eye.

"It's called Fu Ling now, and you will call it that way in the future, okay" Sun Xinyao said with a shy brow, a little smugly.

"Okay, Fu Ling" Yang Qing stayed away from Xiaofu Zhu, so as not to spit on him, and guessed in his heart how Sun Xinyao cleaned up this Xiaofu Zhu obediently.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came, full of coldness and anger.

A beautiful woman appeared at the top of Closed Moon Mountain at some point, with the same white clothes, long hair and high plates, with a beautiful style of Shenghua, in her thirties, with delicate facial features, but covered with frost.

"Master?!Why are you here" Sun Xinyao stepped forward and saluted, asking with some worry and confusion.

"Hmph, do you still have the face to ask, when you return to Shui Ling Peak, you are punishing you" A trace of pity flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes, and she quickly disappeared, and said coldly.

"It's you who are seducing my Shui Lingfeng disciple with clever words?" said the beautiful woman to Yang Qing, her tone revealing anger.

"Senior, the kid has never deceived Xin Yao with rhetoric," Yang Qing said calmly, but his heart suddenly tightened.

"You also deserve to be called Xin Yao?" The beautiful woman heard Yang Qing's words, and her anger increased.

"The little outer disciple has no spiritual roots, and you dare to beat my Water Spirit Peak disciple's idea, it's really a joke"

Yang Qing was angry in his heart, he could detect the divine sense of the beautiful woman in front of him, and unscrupulously probed into his dantian to check his innate vitality, but there was no way to provoke him like this.

"Seniors, no matter what the qualifications of the juniors are, my heart for Xin Yao can be learned from heaven and earth" Yang Qing said loudly, saying such love words for the first time, and looking at Sun Xinyao's eyes full of friendship.

"Yang Qing..."Sun Xinyao looked at Yang Qing in a daze, speechless.

"Xin Yao, don't be fooled by this little thief's sweet words, the master asks you, what can he bring you, spirit stones, pills, exercises, magic weapons, status, honor?"

"Is it just relying on the little husband?" said the beautiful woman Xiu pointed her finger at the lively husband who was staring at the lively husband with her spiritual eyes.

"I don't... I don't want anything" Sun Xinyao's tears fell like beads with broken threads, 'crackling', shaking her head, muttering to herself, her eyes not leaving Yang Qing for half a minute.

The scenes that kept coming to mind kept coming to mind, getting along with Yang Qing, holding the stone and looking at himself stupidly, without timidity with the strong enlightened beast, desperately tearing apart the snake, putting aside himself, resisting the enlightened beast with his body, and looking at himself when he was reluctant to close his eyes when he was dying...

There are embarrassing, light, thrilling, cozy, laughing...

"You, can you give it?" the beautiful woman asked with a mocking look on her face, word by word.

"I..." Yang Qing was speechless with a long mouth

I can't take anything out at this time, and I make empty promises, how can he say it?

"With your qualifications and cultivation, if you encounter danger one day, can you guarantee that Xin Yao will be safe and sound, you say it yourself, are you worthy of Sun Xin Yao" The beautiful woman was aggressive, and her tone was cold

"I..." Yang Qing's heart was twisted and he couldn't speak.

He can only do it, he died before Sun Xinyao.

"Yang Qing, I don't want anything, just be with you" Sun Xinyao shook her head and looked at Yang Qing, her tone was like pleading.

"Xin Yao..."Yang Qing suddenly felt that Sun Xin Yao was so close to him and so far away.

"Boy, you leave here today, and you will never see Sun Xinyao again in this life and this life, I can spare you from dying" The beautiful woman shouted coldly, she saw that the two looked at each other, and she was even more angry.

"Life is better than death, it is better to die happily, I and Xin Yao will never be separated" Yang Qing gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and he swore not to bow his head.

"Master, please, please let him go, please..."Sun Xinyao knelt on the ground and begged with a disgraced face.

Before Sun Xinyao finished speaking, her body shook, and her face suddenly turned pale and bloodless, as if she had heard shocking news.

"Yang Qing, get out, I've always been playing with you, how can I like you, get out, get out" Sun Xinyao knelt on the ground, crying hoarsely, her slender hands trembling and clutching her chest, her expression sad and painful.

"Xin Yao, you... What do you say" Yang Qing stared at Sun Xinyao's eyes, his eyes were full of disbelief, and asked with a sigh of disbelief.

Originally, he stepped forward to support Sun Xinyao's footsteps, and staggered back a few steps.

"I'll let you go... Get out" Sun Xinyao hugged the little husband beside her, crying and shouting.

"Well... I'll get out, I'll get out" Yang Qing's face was like gold paper, and he stumbled down the Closed Moon Mountain.

"Gross... Poof"

Yang Qinggang ran to the foot of the mountain, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, shook his body, and fell to the ground.

Lying on the ground, his body twitched constantly, as if he was enduring boundless pain, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.

Like a chicken that has been chopped off, it is dying and struggling!

With his hands clasped to the ground, his legs kicked wildly, and the surface of the mixed gravel and stone was scratched and rolled up.

The struggle became more and more intense, and large teardrops mixed with dirt covered his face.

Gradually......

The struggle is getting weaker and weaker!

Cha Cup's kung fu stopped trembling, closed his eyes tightly, and stood up with his hands on the ground. After that, he stood motionless in place, his body as steady as a mountain.

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and the originally black pupils turned red, and the exposed skin was actually faintly faintly tiger stripes.