Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Qingyun Prefecture, Foundry City.

Bang bang bang! ——

Banging sounds could be heard everywhere in the city.

"Junior sister, when will the person we are looking for show up?" Mo Jinghong's appearance was indescribably handsome, and his every move showed nobility.

Dressed in silver, he looked spotless in this casting city where coals were flying.

"It's coming, it's coming." Feng Qingran looked around with eyes as bright as glass.

"If I remember correctly, junior sister also said the same thing three days ago."

Feng Qingran felt a little guilty. She didn't know the specific day when she would meet the master of Kunxuan Pavilion.

I only remember that it was around this time in the original work, when Feng Qingran and Su Yanran visited the Foundry City together.

The two met an old man on the street. Feng Qingran discovered that there was a strange red line on the old man's right hand, which was very similar to a poisoning phenomenon described in ancient books.

Feng Qingran wanted to step forward and inform the old man, but Su Yanran stopped her and prevented her from meddling in his own business.

After the two returned to Tianjian Sect, Su Yanran quietly returned to the Forging City, found the old man, told him about the poisoning, and said that she could cure him.

Su Yanran took the prescription prepared by Feng Qingran and handed it to the old man. She then took out a ninth-grade spiritual plant from a jade bracelet and gave it to the old man.

The old man was extremely grateful, and that old man was the master of Kunxuan Pavilion.

Su Yanran also took advantage of this life-saving grace and became the mysterious young master of Kunxuan Pavilion.

Now she did not follow the path in the book and went to Tianjian Sect with Su Yanran, and no one would drag Su Yanran to the Forging City.

If she doesn't come here, the master of Kunxuan Pavilion may not have much time left.

"Little junior sister, why don't you tell me, what are you looking for?" Mo Jinghong, with a jade-like figure, raised his hand to rub Feng Qingran's plush head.

Feng Qingran shook her head. She didn't know how to speak. It was difficult to explain things like passing through books.

Mo Jinghong said in a low voice: "Little junior sister, are you looking for the master of Kunxuan Pavilion?"

"How...how do you know?" Feng Qingran's eyes sparkled and she asked tentatively: "Senior Brother Seventh, are you also a person who wears books?"

Mo Jinghong raised his hand and knocked Feng Qingran on the head.

Ouch! ——

Feng Qingran exhaled softly, "Seventh Senior Brother, it hurts!"

"Little junior sister, read less story books and practice more. This is a cruel world of immortal cultivation. Any words you say may make you be remembered." Mo Jinghong said meaningfully.

After being reborn for several lifetimes, my vigilance is still so low!

Fortunately, this life gave her some memories, otherwise she would have made the same mistakes again based on her pure and kind nature.

"Thank you, Seventh Senior Brother, for your teachings." Feng Qingran was shocked and realized her recklessness.

Perhaps it was the friendly atmosphere in Lingyun Sect that made her forget the cruelty of the world of immortality.

She belongs to the soul of another world. Using her soul to refine the Soul Gathering Pill and take it can not only expand the sea of ​​consciousness, but also not be affected by cause and effect.

It is an excellent tonic for nourishing spiritual consciousness.

"Everyone in the Lingyun Sect has their own secrets, so no one will care if you behave abnormally. But outside the sect, prying eyes can be seen everywhere, so be careful with your words and deeds." Mo Jinghong said in a serious tone.

The two of them continued walking without saying anything. Not long after walking, Feng Qingran caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance.

The man looked panicked and looked around as he walked, as if he was hiding from someone.

"Senior Brother Seventh, follow me." Feng Qingran pulled Mo Jinghong's sleeve and turned a corner.

Her attention was all on Su Yanran, and she didn't see Mo Jinghong's picturesque eyes, which were filled with murderous intent and bone-piercing.

Feng Qingran suddenly felt a chill on her back and turned around hastily, "Senior Brother Seventh, is someone following us?"

"No, someone is following her." Mo Jinghong suppressed his murderous intention and wanted to use Su Yanran to open the way to the sky, so he kept it for now.

Feng Qingran saw no one else around. Could it be that that person used the Hidden Breath Talisman like them?

"That person's cultivation is higher than yours and mine." Mo Jinghong said using his spiritual consciousness.

Feng Qingran looked at Mo Jinghong uncertainly. He was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and if his cultivation was above him, he was at the Divine Transformation stage.

If it is really the person who is being stared at by the powerful people in the transformation stage, they will not be able to follow him.

Even though there is only one level difference between Huashen and Yuanying, under Huashen they are both ants.

It is as easy for a cultivator to kill Nascent Soul as to crush an ant.

When the monks reach the stage of becoming gods, they can realize the realm of spiritual power. As long as they enter the realm of becoming gods, they will lose the power to resist.

She couldn't let Mo Jinghong take risks with her, "Senior Brother Seventh, let's go back."

Mo Jinghong's eyes flashed slightly, "Don't worry, the Invisibility Talisman was drawn by Master. As long as we don't take the initiative to expose ourselves, he won't notice us."

Feng Qingran was still a little hesitant. As long as Su Yanran was around, something unexpected would happen.

At the sect conference, she avoided Su Yanran everywhere, but in the end, she was still entangled by Su Yanran.

While Feng Qingran was hesitating, Su Yanran bumped into an old man.

Feng Qingran took a closer look and found that there was indeed an inaudible red line on the old man's right hand.