The crazy boss took me to win in the world of cultivating immortals

Qingfang didn't expect that Ning Moqing would be so shameless and had all the talismans on her body taken away.

That's all!

The key is that Ning Moqing took away the talisman and stuffed the dirty cloth into her mouth.

Then he walked away in such a swaggering manner...

gone……

Qingfang was still tied up, with a cloth stuffed in her mouth, and she wailed miserably in the woodshed for most of the night.

In the middle of the night, I was tired and fell asleep.

It wasn't until Qingru got up in the morning to call her and found that she was not there that she looked everywhere, and finally found her in the woodshed.

As soon as Qingfang was freed, the first thing she did was to settle the score with Ning Moqing.

After searching around, I couldn't find anyone. After asking the shopkeeper, I found out that the three of them had checked out of the room early in the morning.

Qingfang was so angry that she had no place to vent her anger, and vowed that if they met in the secret realm in the future, she would definitely give Ning Moqing some pain!

Ahh!

At a wonton stall somewhere in Quanyang City, Ning Moqing rubbed her suddenly itchy nose and lamented the unpredictable weather.

It was so hot in the past few days that I carried an ice pearl to escape the heat. But when it rained heavily, it was so cold that I almost had to wear autumn clothes and long trousers.

Shuang Ming was eating his fifth bowl of wontons. When he saw Ning Moqing rubbing her nose, he said to her, "Are you cold? Do you want to lean towards me? My body is warm."

In the entire Xuanming Palace, only Shuang Ming dared to say this heartlessly.

He has no brains, so he is fearless.

Frost Wolf's fur is thick and soft, and it is naturally not afraid of wind, snow and cold.

Shuang Ming really thought so, so he allowed Ning Moqing to get closer to him.

On the other hand, Beiliang eats silently and never talks nonsense.

Although Your Majesty did not follow you this time, he felt that Your Majesty was everywhere!

Ning Moqing waved her hand and asked Shuang Ming to continue eating his wontons.

When they were bored, they turned around and saw several people in purple clothes passing by them.

Ning Moqing was curious, which family was this disciple from?

However, they saw that the group of people who had just walked past suddenly stopped, and then a man leading them turned around and walked towards them.

He lifted up his robe and sat down on the empty bench.

After opening the folding fan in his hand, he looked at Ning Moqing with affectionate eyes.

"This beautiful sister looks strange to me. I wonder, which family is she a disciple of?"

Beiliang put his sword on the table. Although he was young, his attitude was very arrogant.

“When you ask someone a question, should you tell yourself your family name first?”

The man raised his hand, hit his head with the folding fan, and apologized: "Look at me, I don't know the rules, am I? I am indeed rude!"

After saying that, he clasped his hands and saluted Ning Moqing and the others.

"I am Murong Jue, the chief disciple of Changling Pavilion. Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you!"

According to the rules of the world, after the other party announces his/her identity, he/she should also respond.

But it's a pity that the disciples here in Xuanming Palace don't know what the rules are.

The one who knows the rules best is sitting at home and didn't come.

Beiliang actually didn't want to know who he was at all, but thought his appearance was quite abrupt.

Moreover, Jilaixue sat here and stared at his little senior sister, which was very rude, and then he said something.

Now that people know how to be polite, he is not willing to listen even if he announces his family status.

He turned his head and looked away.

Shuang Ming was eating wontons from beginning to end. Speaking of which, he had just arrived at Xuanming Palace and didn't know how to get along with the human race at all.

Before he went out, his brother had specially told him not to talk if he could, and just listen to Xiao Ning's arrangements in everything.

Therefore, in this situation, he decisively chose to lower his head and continue eating wontons.

Murong Jue greeted people with a smile, but he was met with two cold faces in succession, and his face was a little uneasy.

He could only look at his last hope!

Fortunately, Ning Moqing understands the ways of the world, and naturally cannot deny face like Beiliang and Shuangming.

He cupped his hands into fists and said to Murong Jue: "I'm here..."

Harmful!

Hard work!

"The three of us are from Xuanming Palace. Have you heard of Xuanming Palace? It doesn't matter if you haven't. Because I don't know your Changling Pavilion or what sect it is."

"My name is Ning Moqing, this is my ninth senior brother Shuang Ming, and this is my youngest junior brother Beiliang."

"Senior Brother Murong, can you tell me what kind of sect your Changling Sect is?"

Even if he speaks in an official tone, he is still comfortable speaking in plain language.

Ning Moqing finished speaking very straightforwardly, and then looked at Murong Jue with eyes full of curiosity.

Murong Jue liked this kind of beautiful little junior sister who didn't know the heights of the world, was full of longing for the future, was naive, ignorant and defenseless.

He had naturally heard of Xuanming Palace, and he also knew that there had been a major change, and the new head was still an expert in the realm of personal transformation.

Not only has the leader changed, but all the direct disciples within the sect have also changed.

It's just that they have been keeping a low profile since the big change, so until now, no one knows exactly how many descendants there are in their family, and what their strengths are.

Of course, Murong Jue didn't care about these.

He turned back and sat down here. All he did was to tease girls.

Seeing Ning Moqing's strong thirst for knowledge at this moment, he thought she was just an inner disciple who had just left the academy.

Not only did he not care about her ignorance, he also patiently educated her on the subject.

"Our Changling Pavilion is a sect that specializes in weapon cultivation. Even if some disciples who cultivate immortals are not strong enough, they can use some external forces to improve their combat level."

"These external forces can be weapons, magic weapons, etc."

"For weak disciples, tools can improve their deficiencies. And for some who are already strong, having tools to support them is the icing on the cake."

"The tools are divided into treasure weapons, spiritual weapons and divine weapons. Except for divine weapons, our sect can make the rest."

"For example, swords! The ones made by the blacksmith shop and those made by our Changling Sect are both swords, but the effects are completely different."

"Being able to meet Junior Sister today is a sign that we are destined. In this case, I will give you a small gadget, Junior Sister."

As Murong Jue spoke, he took out a small bell-shaped pendant from his own space.

While handing it to Ning Moqing, he explained: "This is a sound transmission bell. As the name suggests, it is used for sound transmission. But the effect is far more powerful than Fu Xiu's sound transmission bell."

"Fu Xiu's teleportation not only has a limit on the number of times, but also a distance limit, which is very useless."

"As for my sound transmission bell, as long as both parties hold it at the same time, they can communicate with each other anytime, anywhere, no matter how far away they are!"

After Murong Jue finished speaking, he tapped the identical little bell hanging on his waist with his fan in a coquettish way, and then raised his eyebrows at Ning Moqing.

Ning Moqing thought to herself, isn't this the old-fashioned big brother?

Before smartphones were born, Big Brother was like a top-notch person!