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On the second day, while Leng Zhenqing was still resting, Han Xin came.He said: "Master, Miss Wang is gone."

Leng Zhenqing lazily hummed, motioning for him to continue talking.

She said heartily: "She left letters one by one." After speaking, she handed over the letters.

There were only a few words in the letter: brother, my employer has come to look for me, and I don't think I can bother you anymore, so I'll go back first.

Leng Zhenqing read the letter without any expression.

He asked heartily: "Master, aren't you afraid that Ms. Wang will encounter difficulties?"

Leng Zhenqing shook her head and said, "She's not Wang Xiaoxi."

Surprised, Leng Zhenqing lay down on the toffee chair again.

She didn't wear the silver lock that Wei Ye gave her, just because of this, Leng Zhenqing became suspicious of her.

He said with a heart: "Then she is?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "I don't know."

Although he knew she was not Wang Xiaoxi, Leng Zhenqing didn't know who she was.

When he was hugging her yesterday, he detected her breath, there was no ghost or devil aura, she was a living person.

Leng Zhenqing can probably find out that this person knows about his going to Wutuo Village, maybe it is someone he knew before.

After Leng Zhenqing thought about it, she didn't know which woman it was.

But now he has no time to deal with this matter, he is worried that something will happen to the real Wang Xiaoxi.

The next day, they sent Hanxin to Wutuo Village to investigate.

The result was as Leng Zhenqing expected.

Wang Xiaoxi disappeared several months ago and is still alive.

Leng Zhenqing suddenly remembered the appearance of An Moshui hugging the girl when he was in Wutuo Village.

The young man has a heroic posture, with picturesque eyebrows and starry eyes that make people sink.

But now, he almost forgot about those eyes.

If it wasn't for what Wang Xiaoxi said that day, he might have forgotten the indelible figure in his memory.

Leng Zhenqing had been sending his disciples to search for Wang Xiaoxi, but he still couldn't find any trace of him, as if this person had evaporated from the world.

Half a month later, the three-yearly Spiritual Conference opened.

Leng Zhenqing, as the acting head, must also go.

Hanxin had already arranged everything, and Chenxiu was sent to search for Wang Xiaoxi, so this time, the representative of the disciples in the spirit asking conference was still Hanxin.

On the next day, a group of disciples stepped on the sword and just waited for Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing didn't like Yu Jian, so he got into the carriage with a thick skin.

He drove the horse heartily, the carriage moved very steadily, so steady that Leng Zhenqing almost fell asleep.

After a few naps on the way, I finally arrived at Sangetai.

Sangetai was built with funds from various factions, and it is a splendid courtyard.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, two well-known monks spent three days and three nights here for a decisive battle. The fight was fierce, but no one knew the final result.

Later, some famous families invested in the construction, and it became the Sangetai.

The big and small affairs of the monastic world are basically carried out at the Sangetai.

Therefore, Sangetai is well-known in the monastic world, and all the monks who can show up at Sangetai are either famous or mysterious.

Sangetai is at the top of the mountain.

It is possible to enter these three pavilions, but it is not easy.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Leng Zhenqing got out of the carriage.

Surrounded by deep mountains and old forests, mist halos, giving people a feeling of impenetrability.These four weeks, apart from Zi Qingfeng's disciples, there was no one else around.

Some disciples who had not participated in the spiritual assembly looked left and right, and did not see the way up the mountain.

This mountain has no steps, no mountain roads, only clumps of woods.

Jiang Ziran looked on tiptoe, he couldn't see anything in the distance of this mountain, where did the Sange Terrace come from?

Jiang Ziran said: "Master, there is no way up the mountain, and I haven't seen any houses."

Leng Zhenqing nodded, the beauty of the Three Pavilions lies in this, no one can see, no one can enter.

Smiling heartily, "Junior Brother, you don't know this, you still have to rely on Master to enter the Three Pavilions."

Leng Zhenqing took a few steps forward, stretched out her white palm, and a wave of spiritual power instantly fluctuated.

After a while, a glowing vortex appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Jiang Ziran was stunned and speechless.

Only the leaders of the various sects can enter the three pavilions, and the only way to enter is to call out the tunnel with spiritual power.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Let's go."

He said with a heart: "Master, do you want the carriage?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "Where to put it, no one wants it."

A group of teenagers in white followed Leng Zhenqing into the whirlpool one by one.

Entering the vortex, what you see is another village.

The mountains are beautiful, the fairy clouds are lingering, the birds and beasts are scattered, and the sun is warm. How can this be the bottomless mountain? !

A servant came to receive him. They were dressed in black clothes and full of heroism, and said, "Who is the head?"

Leng Zhenqing took out a jade jade from his sleeve and handed it to the attendant.

The attendant brushed the thumb-sized Yuqiong with spiritual energy, and the smooth Yuqiong immediately displayed a few words: Zi Qingfeng.

The attendant bowed his head and said, "So it's the head of Leng, this way please."

In recent years, Leng Zhenqing can be regarded as the top half of the head of the sect, so the outside world calls him the head of Leng.

Leng Zhenqing shook his sleeves, and led a group of disciples into the big court.

At this time, many monks had come to the court, and Leng Zhenqing could more or less call out the names of a few of them.

The people who were chatting happily, when they saw the green shirt, they immediately stepped forward to chat: "Master Leng, don't come here without any harm!"

Leng Zhenqing smiled: "Sect Leader Han is too."

"The disciple you brought this year is the one from last time?"

Leng Zhenqing nodded.

"Then it looks like this year's champion was sent by you again!"

Leng Zhenqing smiled, stopped talking, and ran away with his disciples under the pretense of having something to do.

There is a high platform in the big courtyard, which is the Sange platform.

There are many chairs under the stage, but there are only four stools on the second floor.

As soon as Leng Zhenqing reached the stairs, he saw Concubine Cui, Yu Wensheng, and... Pan Xi, the head of Huanhuayuan, who were sitting upright upstairs.

Leng Zhenqing took a big stride, with the corner of his mouth curled up, and sat beside Cui Concubine.

Yu Wensheng was dressed in blue and looked like a gentleman. He smiled and greeted Leng Zhenqing: "I'm afraid I got lost because I came so late."

Leng Zhenqing smiled: "It's not that stupid yet."

Yu Wensheng chuckled.

Cui Yu said calmly: "It's so late, I don't look like the leader of the four factions at all."

Leng Zhenqing knew that he was blaming himself, if he spoke back, Cui Yu would turn over the table angrily, so he simply stopped talking.

Cui Yu glanced at him, seeing that he didn't answer, she gritted her teeth and turned her head away.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Tsk tsk tsk, you will be angry if I speak, but you will still be angry if I don't speak. Head Cui is really petty."

Cui Yu gritted her teeth, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Nonsense, I don't have a temper!"

Leng Zhenqing had an expression of "I understand, I save face the most".

Cui Yu gritted her teeth, and almost flipped the table over.

Leng Zhenqing stopped entangled with him, turned around and smiled at Pan Xi, and said, "Sister Pan, why did you come in person this year?"

As we all know, Pan Xi is weak, so she does not attend all affairs, big or small.

Pan Xi smiled, a kind of sick and weak beauty, and said: "This year I want to see the performance of my disciples for myself."

In the past, only the eldest disciple Jiang Wanqin was present, but if she came out in person today, there must be something important.

Leng Zhenqing chatted with Pan Xi casually.When they were chatting happily, there was a sound of gongs and drums.

Everyone quickly sat up straight, this is the opening.

On the stage, a man in black clothes held a gong and struck it three times vigorously.

He said: "The Spiritual Interrogation Conference! Start now!"

In the spirit questioning conference, it is actually more powerful than the disciples of any other family. They can use the spirit questioning technique to wipe out a powerful thing from an ancient relic. Most of the disciples wipe out some strange beasts.

There are three sessions of asking spirits, one session per day. Each faction sends three disciples, and the disciples take turns to ask spirits on the stage, and then compare with other factions, whoever swabs the most shocking is the winner.

In the first scene, Leng Zhenqing didn't know who to send, so he named a random name.

His disciple tried his best, but only an ordinary spirit beast was wiped out.

In the second game, Jiang Ziran played.

Jiang Ziran was very powerful, wiped out an ancient magic wolf in one fell swoop, and went straight to the first place.

At the end of the second day, each faction returned to the houses prepared in advance.

Leng Zhenqing really felt that this kind of meeting was boring, and wished to go back to her room to sleep early.

As soon as the game was over, he rushed back to the house and fell asleep soundly.

He slept so soundly that he didn't even know that Hanxin asked him to eat.

Leng Zhenqing in the middle of the night woke up from hunger.

The starving Leng Zhenqing couldn't take it anymore and decided to sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat.

The night is dark, with only a few dim stars.

Leng Zhenqing sneaked into the kitchen on tiptoe, and when she was feasting, the door was suddenly opened.

A steamed stuffed bun was still stuffed in his mouth. The visitor looked like a man, but he only stepped forward with one foot, and half of his body was outside, so Leng Zhenqing didn't see his face, only his face. A pair of black boots, and a red dress.

Leng Zhenqing was stunned.

The famous Leng Zhenqing actually ate it? !Don't let this matter out!

Leng Zhenqing yelled vaguely: "Sao Nian! Listen to my explanation!"

As if he didn't hear what he said, the man stepped back a few steps and left Leng Zhenqing's sight.

Leng Zhenqing hastily stepped forward to chase after him, but found nothing.

Leng Zhenqing couldn't help hiccupping, it was really bad luck for eight lifetimes!

So, Leng Zhenqing hiccupped and went back to the room.

On the second day, in the last session of the spirit interrogation conference, each faction sent out their own grand finale.

As for Zi Qingfeng, he entered the stage with a heart.

Most of the people present are not here for the first time, and they have basically seen Hanxin, and they can't help discussing in a low voice: "This young man is talented, and he won the championship last time."

"Which faction is he from?"

"Zi Qingfeng."

"Zi Qingfeng? That's him! I heard from my friend..."

Regarding the conversations of others in the audience, Hanxin disapproved, and went on stage in a chic manner.

There were six other men on stage.Han Xin saw a man in black clothes, he smiled and said, "Feng Jiang, why is it you again this year?"

Feng Jiang's complexion did not change, and said: "You are not the same this year."

Smiling heartily, he said, "Where's Wuyun?"

As soon as Feng Jiang heard the word Wuyun, her face turned dark. It was obvious that he had quarreled with Wuyun again.

"I don't know." After saying the three cold words, Feng Jiang stopped talking.

Shrugging heartily, smiling helplessly, his eyes shifted unintentionally, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of a man in red. The man's skirts were loose, his body was thin, his skin was as white as fat, and his eyebrows were delicate.

Han Xin has met more people than Leng Zhenqing has known in recent years, but she has never seen this man before, so her eyes lingered on him for a while.

Leng Zhenqing, who was eating melon seeds, also caught a glimpse of this man. The man looked to be in his twenties, but he looked like a child king.

His red dress reminded Leng Zhenqing of someone.

Leng Zhenqing paused, knocking on the melon seeds, and the man turned his head just in time, with a smile on his lips, his eyes curled up, and he was looking at him openly.

This smile made Leng Zhenqing tremble uncontrollably.

Leng Zhenqing pointed at the man with his chin, and asked the three people beside him, "Whose disciple is this?"

The three people around were silent, and Pan Xi said suddenly, "My family."

Leng Zhenqing was stunned, Huanhuayuan still accepts male disciples? !

Leng Zhenqing began to pay attention to this man, and the person who can make Huanhuayuan an extraordinary income must not be underestimated.

Facts have proved that this man is really not to be underestimated!