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The same movement as in the hallucination made Ning Qing frown.

Ning Qing was very unhappy to see this scene, he was very guilty and not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

At that time Changjian suddenly faked the birth of a genius Dibao, he had no chance to stop it, and at the same time he could see that Changjian was protecting himself.He didn't know the reason why Changjian had to protect himself like this, but the two of them signed a contract, and their fates were connected, and the other party would not harm him.

However, it is still possible to cheat him.

For example, isn't the current situation a typical magic weapon that has tricked its owner?

It is impossible for the deacons not to carefully observe each monk. He cannot be sure of the abilities of these middle-level monks, but he can be sure that he is unwilling to hand over the magic weapon.

It is dangerous to try to deceive them, but the more he does this, the more calm he must be, and he must not reveal a little bit of guilt.

"Uncle, what exactly do you want to ask, can you finish it all at once? I'm still in a hurry to find my girl." Ning Qing sighed deeply, with a very melancholy expression, "Oh, I'm so anxious that I can still stay here and argue .It seems that I have always been so kind, and my heart and my appearance are so matched."

The monk in the Xueqing Taoist robe said coolly: "Don't talk nonsense, you really haven't seen anything you shouldn't have seen?"

Boss Ning Qing said unhappily, "You've asked this question three times. Well, it's my fault for not answering you clearly. Come on, look at my mouth shape and read to me, no—yes—"

The cultivator in Xueqing's Taoist robe didn't care about Ning Qing, but only asked: "Have you seen any suspicious people?"

Ning Qing shook her head: "I don't know that. There are so many people here, I don't know if they have any hidden attributes."

The monk in Xueqing Taoist robe said: "Don't talk about him, you can always tell the guilty ones."

Ning Qing laughed and said: "Uncle, you don't understand me at first glance. You can ask my classmates, who doesn't know that there are only two kinds of people who can get in touch with me well, one is able to bear me so handsome People, one is as handsome as me. Look at the people present, are there any of these two types?"

The cultivator in the Xueqing Taoist robe never expected that there would be such a thick-skinned person in the world, he couldn't get up and down his throat, his face turned red, and he couldn't help but look at the deacon disciple: "Is he always so shameless?"

The deacon's disciples felt that he was so rare, not to mention Ning Qing, even Ye Zhenren, who is high above him, didn't care too much about his face, so he said immediately: "Yuan Daoyou was joking, Mr. Ning is straightforward and cute, and Ye Zhenren knows it too."

Ning Qing also retorted: "Master, you are wrong again! I have such a handsome face, how can I not bear it!"

The cultivator in the Xueqing Taoist robe was speechless, and could only order Ning Qing simply and rudely: "Lend me your sword!"

Hearing the words, Ning Qing hugged the sword, and said with a vigilant face: "Master, please say what you have to say, don't attack my sword, he is just a child!"

I don't have such a heavy taste!The cultivator in Xueqing Taoist robe took a deep breath and told himself to be calm and put the interests of the sect first: "It's just to check whether you have hidden items. Why, are you afraid?"

Ning Qing just shook her head in her heart, the opponent's IQ is so low, what is he afraid of.However, there was an excited look on his face, and he shoved the sword into the opponent's hand rudely: "What are you afraid of! Here you are, take a look!"

The cultivator in Xueqing Taoist robe took the sword, stopped talking nonsense, took a closer look, and quietly used several magic weapons on his body, but there was no response, and he immediately lost patience.He threw the sword to Ning Qing, waved his hand irritably, then walked aside and started asking others.

Ning Qing caught the sword in a hurry, and You Zi was indignant: "Hey, why is this uncle like this! This is the sword given to me by Master Ye. If it breaks, can he afford it?"

The deacon disciple didn't care at all, but he was stunned at this moment, and almost immediately remembered the rumors in the door and the reason why Ning Qing was here, and asked: "Ye Zhenren...why did you give you a sword?"

When Ning Qing saw that the other party had taken the bait, she felt relieved, but she was also taken aback on the surface. She thought for a while and said, "I don't know, maybe it's to celebrate my successful breakthrough in Qi refining."

The disciple deacon took a deep look at Ning Qing, more sure of his guess, and didn't point it out, so he had to remind Ning Qing to go down the mountain to freshen up.

Ning Qing felt relieved a lot, she pretended to be careless and nodded, as if she was persuaded by the deacon disciple, she continued humming a ditty and walked down the mountain in a leisurely manner.

The cultivator in Xueqing's Taoist robe looked at Ning Qing's back, and asked with a half-smile: "Song Daoyou, this little friend is familiar with you? You have blocked my questioning several times, but you are really kind-hearted."

The deacon disciple hooked the corners of his lips, and said without a smile: "How come, the person who is acquainted with Nephew Ning is our sect, Ye Haoyuan Ye Zhenren."

The cultivator in Xueqing Taoist robe sneered: "Master Ye has good eyesight."

The deacon disciple calmly said: "Since the things are not on him, it doesn't matter what vision Ye Zhenren has."

"Looking for the Dragon Pan will never go wrong."

The monk in the Xueqing Taoist robe is very confident in his magic weapon, and he swears to boast to the deacon disciples.He didn't know that Ning Qing, a freak, had heard his words from afar, and felt really sorry for him when he relaxed.

I also met people who made me cry stupidly but couldn't beat me up.

Thinking of this, Ning Qing's pretended relaxed posture really relaxed, and the little tune she was humming became more and more outrageous: "Why don't you go to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun..."

A passer-by waiting for the deacons to check with a sad face: "..."

Is this sect disciple really not sick? !

Sanxiu covered his tortured ears, feeling that he could no longer maintain a sense of awe towards the disciples of the sect, and also lost his envy and hatred.

Maybe he didn't get into the sect because he didn't light up the magic sound deafening skill?

Sanxiu's expression moved in pain, Ning Qing felt the inquiring eyes disappear one by one, and curled the corners of her lips, showing a very happy expression.

This group of elites who are living outside are really not comparable to ordinary sect disciples in terms of understanding.Except for the fact that the means are a bit exaggerated, the behavior and handling of things will not be annoying at all.

Loose Cultivator, the wisdom of Loose Cultivator.

Ning Qing lowered her eyelids, her eyes gradually darkened, and she walked away slowly.

With something in mind, Ning Qing went down the mountain and went back to the village first to look at the thatched hut she lived in when she was a child.

The house is still there, at least there is a place to rest at night.

Ning Qing sighed, walked into the house, sat down on the bare wooden bed, thought about the purpose of the long sword, and listened to the villagers chatting about the mountains with some ecstasy.

"Who was that just now? How come you didn't stop you when you entered that house?"

"His niece and daughter-in-law, I don't know if you came to our village late. Isn't that the Ning family's doll, the one named Goudan."

"Hey! He is Goudan? Didn't you say Goudan became a fairy? This... It looks like..."

"His niece and daughter-in-law, you don't understand. This tall man, there is something special about that, and he likes to act like a beggar. If you think about it in the scriptures, those who have good luck, some of them come from The beggar got a chance there!"

"That's why! I'm a young daughter-in-law with little knowledge, but my aunts know more."

Ning Goudan, who was forced by an expert: ...

Accidentally listened to the long sword of the whole journey: ...

Can you leave out that nickname?Do you think he wants to call a dog egg?

At that time, he was young, and the old Uncle Wang next door gave him such a rustic name based on the principle of being cheap and easy to support.He looked at his little arms and legs, and at Old Uncle Wang's unrestrained physique, which was as wide as three of his own. With tears in his eyes, he expressed that he liked the name very much.

Ning Qing's heart moved, and she let out a cold snort from her nose. She looked at the slightly trembling long sword, pulled it out of her trouser belt, and said calmly, "Why, do you want a name?"

Changjian pretended that he was very tired and hadn't woken up yet.

Ning Qing didn't care about the silence of the long sword, and said to herself: "Since you begged sincerely, then I will take one for you out of mercy. How about Gousheng?"

Long Sword: ...

Ning Qing: "Since you like it so much, then let's make a decision."

Long Sword: ...

Ning Qing chuckled, but there was not much joy in her tone: "The name is also taken, why don't you come out and meet me?"

The long sword lay in Ning Qing's palm for a while before emitting a burst of soft light. A thin white mist overflowed from the sword, and slowly condensed into a translucent human figure three feet in front of Ning Qing.

Ning Qing was really surprised for a moment.He originally thought that the situation of the sword spirit was not very good, maybe it could only be a shadow, but he didn't expect that the actual situation was better than he expected.

The shape of the sword spirit is complete, it is not floating in the air, and its feet seem to be able to step on the ground.

Ning Qing looked at him carefully, and saw that he was wearing a white robe with green edges, and the light purple lines on it were twisted and coiled, outlining an unknown formation, which was somewhat unpredictable and profound.The long black hair was tied by the white jade crown, and the handsome eyebrows and eyes were set off by the star map inscribed on the jade crown, giving them a bit of fairy air.

There was not much expression on that handsome face, a little blankness made his phoenix eyes foggy, and he became even more unearthly.

This is a beauty.Ning Qing supported her chin with her hand, admiring it in a good mood.

In general, Sword Spirit's appearance and dress are in line with the aesthetics of monks nowadays, elegant and elegant.

In terms of appearance alone, it is also very in line with Ning Qing's aesthetics. It is the type that is exquisite, durable and sharp.

Now this beauty is looking at Ning Qing ignorantly, making Ning Qing calm down a bit, and asked softly, "Did you have a name before?"

Hearing the words, Sword Spirit frowned and thought carefully, then shook his head after a while and said, "I don't remember."

When Jian Ling spoke, Ning Qing was a little surprised again.

Leaving aside the clear, cool and textured voice, the meaning of the words is the key point.

Not remembering means there was, it's just that he forgot.That is to say, he once had a master, and then he was exiled in Xiaoqing Mountain for some unknown reason.

Ning Qing continued to ask: "Can you still remember the name of your main body? Where is your former master?"

The sword spirit looked at Ning Qing in confusion, and rushed to Ning Qing through the contract with a wave of puzzlement: "I don't know."

Ning Qing said: "Then is he still alive?"

Sword Spirit said: "I don't know."

Ning Qing asked: "You don't know at all?"

Sword Spirit nodded, thought for a while, and after simply opening the central restriction when signing the contract, he opened the sea of ​​consciousness: "Come and see."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Ning Qing: Only a free and unruly soul can carry my free and unruly mind.

Uncle Wang: Only a free and unruly body can accommodate my free and unruly soul.

Gousheng: ...

Author: Let go of the free and uninhibited author!