Master Ling is pestered by people every day

In the darkness of the sky, a phantom gradually dissipated, entangled several strands of spiritual power around it, forming a ribbon-like light, continuously flocking to the shadows, where a terrifying colossus lay dormant.

Ling Xingye, I'm dying, do you really care...

Under the dead silence, Ling Xingye suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a chill in his heart, leaving the last ray of consciousness in the chaos and nothingness.

Thirteen years later, under the protection of layers of mysterious light, a figure stumbled across the barrier and stepped into the Jingyou sea area.

Yuanyan City, located in the west of Jingyouzhou, has the largest port in Jingyou, and there is a constant flow of people coming and going in the city every day, it is a place where fish and dragons are mixed.

In the streets and alleys here, passers-by of different shapes and colors, most of them are on their way.

But if you are not in a hurry, you will find a restaurant and teahouse to chat and rest for a while, so there are always no empty seats in various teahouses.

Even though it was late at night, a tea house named Xu Xiang was still brightly lit, full of people, chatting to and fro, very lively.

On the table leaning against the railing on the second floor, there is a delicate and small teacup. The smoke in the cup rises slowly. It can be seen that the hot tea has just been added, which makes the air radiate a faint fragrance.

In front of the teacup, stood a spirit beast in the shape of a little wolf, covered in curly gray hair, with three obsidian-like corners growing in the center of its forehead, all curved inwards.

Its eyes are pitch-black, like the darkness when night falls, and the eyes radiate with inherent arrogance and arrogance. When it looks at the crowd, it always looks at the crowd with mocking contempt.

"drink."

Ling Xingye put the huge tea bowl in front of Yan Yu, and said coldly.

"Presumptuous, how can I drink this kind of rough and inferior tea? Hurry up and find some fine nectar!"

"No, it's fine if you don't drink."

"Bastard! If you anger me, can you bear the consequences?!"

"Shut up," Ling Xingye's voice turned cold, he picked up his teacup, and took a sip, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

After a while, a group of people two tables away from him chatted, chatting about the world for a while, Ling Xingye didn't pay attention to it, but when he heard a place name suddenly, his expression changed slightly.

Qianluo City, known as the throat of Dizhou, is only a few miles away from Zuoyin Holy Land.

"Brother Yang, you are the only one who is good among the brothers. You have settled down in Qianluo City. How have you developed in recent years?"

The man in Chinese clothes said with a slight smile, "I'm just kidding, I'm just lucky. In recent years, since I changed to a new city lord, we mortals who do serious business have been paid more and more!"

"Hey, envy envy, you say that like our city lord here, you only want to please spiritual practitioners, and you don't consider ordinary people. Such a comparison, alas!"

"That's right, Younger Brother, I heard that the new city lord is also a mortal. I wonder if it's true?"

"No way, how did I hear that the new city lord is a spirit emperor?"

The man in Chinese clothes smiled meaningfully, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said: "Actually, what you said is correct. My city lord was originally a mortal, but in just a few years, he became a spirit emperor."

"There is such a thing? Could it be that you are talking nonsense, how can someone be promoted from a mortal to a spiritual cultivator halfway, not to mention, to become a spirit emperor in a few years, it is simply nonsense!"

After hearing this, the man in Chinese clothes smiled slightly and said, "Do you know the emperor's pulse?"

"Of course! It is unique to the descendants of the Great Emperor, and it can be called something that can change fate against the sky. Who would know it."

"That's it, our City Lord Qin became a spiritual cultivator after awakening the emperor's veins!"

"No, it's me or you who are confused. Aren't the descendants of today's great emperor only from the Ji Bai clan? If the surname is Qin..."

The person who spoke paused, with a look of horror on his face, "Impossible?!"

The man in Huayi said with a bit of arrogance: "Is there anything impossible? Our City Lord Qin is the descendant of the Great Emperor, the son of Qin Yao——Qin Fanzhou!"

Everyone in the room fell silent for a while, and one of them said in a low voice: "If this is true, why haven't we heard of it?"

The man shook his head slightly, and said: "People of a certain class today know about this, and it's normal for you to not know."

"Heh, then how did you know? It seems that Brother Yang is also a high-ranking authority now!"

"Where!" The man in Huayi hastily denied, his voice lowered a little, and said: "You also know that I have opened several shops selling spiritual herbs. I heard a few words between him and his companions, it was something like Emperor Mai, that's why I knew about it!"

"You have met a real person! Blessed, what does City Lord Qin look like?"

"Let me tell you, he's handsome! It's just..." The man paused and stuttered for a while, but he couldn't explain why. He was handsome, but there was an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

The people around waited, and finally waved their hands, in other words: "What spiritual herb did he buy?"

"I remember this clearly! Because all the spiritual herbs he bought were refreshing and refreshing. I wondered if it was because he was too tired on weekdays that he needed these to refresh his mind."

A table of people continued to chat for a long time before paying the bill and going downstairs.

At the railing, Ling Xingye's hand holding the teacup finally fell down.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression was complicated, a little rejoicing, but also a little palpitating.He was very happy that Qin Fanzhou could awaken the emperor's pulse, but he was afraid to think about the process of awakening.

"Ye, your mood is messed up."

Yan Yu noticed Ling Xingye's mood swings and reminded him.

"I see."

Ling Xingye's eyes moved slightly, and he calmed down. Yan Yu made a natal contract with him, so he could sense some of his condition.

"Is the person they mentioned the reason why you left Ruins End so eagerly?"

"You talk too much." Ling Xingye replied indifferently, put down a spirit stone, got up and left.

He is going to Qianluo City.

Half a month later, at night, the stars are shining and the moon is shining. Looking from a distance, the entire Qianluo City seems to be covered with a layer of silver gauze, with the tranquility of the night, it is so beautiful.

Ling Xingye stepped into the city, asked the passers-by for directions, walked through the neighborhoods and alleys, and walked for several hours before finding a mansion with its gate tightly closed. Under the moonlight, on the hanging plaque was engraved with the words City Lord's Mansion. Three big characters.

He pushed open the door and walked in. Inside, there were quite a few pavilions, clear pools and high bridges.

Every three or two steps, there will be bright white lights, illuminating the road brightly, as if guiding the way, pointing out the final direction at many intersections.

Yan Yu, who was following Ling Xingye, breathed heavily suddenly, and smelled an extremely distinctive aura, he raised his head high, his eyes narrowed slightly.

In front of a lighted attic, squatting a spirit beast with blue and white light scattered all over its body, it sat alone on the steps, covered its head with its palms, and buried its head deep in its chest.

Qibao was immersed in sadness and self-blame, although he smelled an unpleasant aura at the tip of his nose, but he didn't pay attention to it until the aura became heavier and heavier, and it seemed to be close at hand.

It raised its head and saw a young wolf-like spirit beast, and then, through those dark eyes, saw the spirit beast's body.

In an instant, it opened its mouth wide, its vigilance reached its highest level, and its hair stood on end.

Isn't the Flame Beast Clan dead? !

Before it was shocked, it saw a pair of familiar black boots.

Qibao was shocked physically and mentally, he raised his head abruptly, and saw Ling Xingye stretching out his hand towards it.

"come over."

Qibao was stunned for a moment, then timidly approached Ling Xingye, lightly touched his calf with his fingertips, and after confirming that it was the real thing, he burst into tears.

It hugged Ling Xingye's arm tightly with both palms, crying heartbreakingly, and choked up: "Qi, Qibao misses you so much, please, please, I thought you were dead, dead!"

Ling Xingye touched Qibao's head with his free hand, "Okay, isn't this dead? Be good, don't cry."

He said, looking at the bright second floor, his heart trembled slightly.

"Don't hug the contract master of this seat, you ice beast, you are pretending that this seat does not exist."

Caught off guard, a discordant voice sounded from below, Qibao paused, his anger rose slowly, holding back the tears in his eyes, he looked up at Ling Xingye.

Suddenly, it seemed to think of something, and its palm trembled.

"Okay, sorry, Pan..."

"Is he up there?" Ling Xingye interrupted, his voice slightly tight.

Qibao let go of his arms, lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Well, go and see Fanfan, he should be very happy."

Ling Xingye walked into the attic, turned around and went up the stairs, and pushed open the closed door.

The interior is spacious and bright, and all kinds of furnishings are of high value, which is pleasing to the eye.

His eyes, beyond the superfluous things, fell directly on the couch, sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed and cultivating figure.

In an instant, my heart finally settled.

Qin Fanzhou opened his eyes as if observing. After seeing Ling Xingye's figure, he was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

He put away his spiritual power, got up and fell down, walked towards Ling Xingye, and said happily: "Why did I come so early today, did I remember wrongly? But it doesn't matter, just come here."

Ling Xingye's heart sank, and before he could ask a question, he was gently hugged by a smiling Qin Fanzhou.

His figure was slightly stiff, Qin Fanzhou rested his chin on his shoulder, and murmured: "Xingye, I haven't seen you for a day, I miss you so much."

Ling Xingye suddenly felt a chill.

Qin Fanzhou squinted his eyes slightly, under the drooping eyelids, the pupils that used to be as bright as stars became a little darker.

He said: "Today, I met another old department of my biological father. Those old departments were really loyal and swore to be loyal to me. Heh, let me think about it. With the gimmick of Qin Yao's son, apart from the grandfather's family, and Uncle Pei's family .Now there are two Zhanjue and one Zhangjue, who say they want to assist me to repay Qin Yao's kindness. There are also six or seven mortals who say they want to follow me. Regardless of their true feelings, just looking at this form, I am Isn't it great?"

He paused, his bony fingers curled up, and the arm holding Ling Xingye also tightened suddenly, as if trying to suppress something.

For a long time, in the silent air, low and sad words sounded.

"Now, I finally know why you are so kind to me. It turns out that just like them, it is to repay Qin Yao's kindness. I am really honored to be able to protect Zuoyin in every possible way. It's like going to hell."

Ling Xingye was silent, his fingers frozen in mid-air clenched tightly, and finally missed the warm body.

He instinctively wanted to refute Qin Fanzhou's words, but reason told him that what he said seemed to be the truth, and there was no reason to refute it.