Come and clean me up!

After leaving the attic, several people wandered the streets.

The fragments of the soul sacrificial streamer were not found, and their task was considered completed when they reported back to the sect, and the next step was their respective experiences or returning to the sect to practice.

Qi Yisi took the lead and said: "I'm going back to the sect, and I can report the matter of Fuxi town to me."

Yu Lingjing, who was taking out the sound-transmitting talisman in her pocket, paused, and couldn't help but laugh: "No, you actually want to go back to the sect, and you've been 'locked' inside for two years. Finally, you have a chance to become an upright sect, so you come out Take a breath?"

Qi Yisi shook his head: "After training, there will be opportunities. It's better to go back to the sect first to improve your strength. I intend to attend the apprenticeship ceremony eight years later."

Yu Lingjing understood that when Qingdan recruited the next generation of disciples, it was when they chose to become a teacher or become a sect.

After Mu Xin was unable to cope with Fu Xizhen, he also changed his mind and decided to return to the sect to concentrate on cultivation, and before leaving, he also wrapped Qi Cheng away.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, Hao Huaming said: "I'm going back to the Qianlong Mansion, and I'm leaving here. If there is no accident, we will see you in two years. By the way, will Xiao Nizi go back with me?"

Xiao Youmei sneered: "Whoever goes back with you, I will go to Sui Minghong."

Hao Huaming frowned: "Sui Minghong is so close to the ghost town, why are you going?"

Xiao Youmei tapped Hao Huaming's shoulder with the hilt of her sword: "Experience is used to improve strength, and cultivation is used to kill demons and demons. How can a cultivator be content in one corner."

Yu Lingjing clapped her hands and cheered, "Youmei is amazing, you speak well!"

Xiao Youmei stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes: "Differences do not conspire with each other, so farewell."

After she finished speaking, she took her sword and left. Yu Lingjing kicked Hao Huaming: "What are you doing in a daze, you really let her go alone, you don't know where Sui Minghong is? Why are you pretending to be deep at this time! "

Hao Huaming became angry from embarrassment: "She wants to die by herself, I don't care!"

"This ignorant little girl..." He gritted his teeth, and when he raised his eyes, he was gone: "Oh! Lingjing, I suddenly remembered that she owed me something, and that thing is really important , I must take it back, and then go back to Qianlong Mansion! Farewell."

Yu Lingjing rubbed her nails, breathed lightly, and said calmly, "Oh."

Seeing that people had almost left, Xie Wanfeng also left, Luo Yunfei looked at Lu Yuanxiu: "Where are you going?"

Lu Yuanxiu said: "Zimeng God Realm."

Luo Yunfei was startled: "But it's so dangerous there, even Nascent Soul cultivators dare not take it easy...then, then I'll go with you."

Lu Yuanxiu frowned: "The companion mission is over, and the next step is personal experience."

Luo Yunfei immediately showed embarrassment: "Yes, yes, then I will take my leave first."

After saying that, she slipped away as if fleeing, Yu Lingjing clicked softly, the second concubine is too thin-skinned, for someone like Lu Yuanxiu, she should stalk him to death.

He had had enough of the excitement, turned around and waved back: "Goodbye, there are many opportunities in Zimeng God Realm, I wish you good luck."

In the land of the snow sky, the sky is freezing cold, and the entire snowfall is covered with crystal clear snowflakes.

Yu Lingjing was wearing a green royal gown that was warm in winter and cool in summer, with her arms around the back of her neck and a candied haws in her mouth, she walked on the street swaggeringly.

This is the site of Xianchen Sect. Before leaving, he had to visit someone first.

At this moment, there was a commotion ahead, Yu Lingjing's eyes lit up, and she hurried up to watch the commotion.

On the wide street, two figures were fighting. The woman was slender and beautiful. She was wearing a snow-white skirt with some red plums dotted between the skirt and sleeves. She was a disciple of Xianchen Sect.

The man who fought with her was dressed in slender black clothes and held a red flute. He was very handsome.

Yu Lingjing mixed in the crowd, biting candied haws to watch the excitement, at this time the woman gained the upper hand, and a sword light flew straight away, forcing the man in black to retreat steadily.

There was an uproar all around.

"Okay! As expected of Fairy Yao, get rid of this evil demon cultivator!"

"Exactly! If you dare to tease our Fairy Snowfall Yao, you will die!

"Let go of me! Damn Qian Shuyao, if you dare to hurt me, you will blame my elder brother! My old lady will fight with you!"

"Brother Yuansheng, be careful! If you can't beat him, just hide! Don't get hurt! I still want to see your handsome figure and handsome face!"

Yu Lingjing was caught off guard by the roar of a female cultivator next to her, her scalp went numb, and she was so frightened that the candied haws fell off.

He looked at the red hawthorn that was crushed instantly with distress, and was angry: "What are you yelling about? Didn't you see that this man didn't make a single move, and he paddled to resist the whole time, so why can't he just watch the excitement quietly!"

The female cultivator was yelled at, stunned for a moment, and was about to scold back, when she suddenly found that the other party was a handsome young man, she changed her expression, and teased: "Although my sister is not my type, but she is really handsome, forgive you, Do you want to know who that man is?"

Yu Lingjing: "I don't want to know."

But the female cultivator said to herself: "That's Mo Yuansheng from the presumptuous school. He is handsome and has deep cultivation, sweet-mouthed and good at kung fu. I like him so much!"

Yu Lingjing bared her teeth: "I've never heard of the presumptuous sect."

The nun blinked: "I haven't heard of it before, but it's interesting, isn't it? The powerful are always mysterious."

Yu Lingjing was speechless, and turned her gaze back to the two fighting.

At this time, Qian Shuyao's sword flashed sharply, Mo Kuansheng blocked it with his red flute, retreated suddenly, and jumped onto the eaves of a roof.

He hung the red flute on his waist: "Stop beating, the fairy is so powerful, but do you really want to reject me?"

Qian Shuyao's pretty face revealed angrily, "Shameless bastard, don't talk about it! Today we will kill you!"

A burst of sword energy pierced through the air, and Mo Kuansheng's expression of laughter subsided a little, and with a flick of his fingertips, he actually set up a barrier in front of him, blocking the sword energy.

"It's time to stop fighting," he raised his eyelids, with a half-smile in his eyes: "I always pay attention to your love and my willingness, how can I be considered a prostitute, but have you thought about it, rejecting me, I will be sad... When I'm sad, I always drag someone to be sad with me, have you really considered it?"

Qian Shuyao was out of breath, and raised her sword, Mo Kuansheng saw this, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, and she quickly retreated.

The Xianchen sect was on the snow-capped mountains in the distance, Yu Lingjing stopped and walked all the way, entered a restaurant at dusk, and found a seat by the window.

Suddenly, a group of golden disciples walked in at the door. Yu Lingjing gnawed on the chicken leg and looked at it, and happened to meet Yu Liyu's gaze, who was a disciple of the Daylight Disorderly Star Sect.

He was taken aback, looked away calmly on the surface, and was about to vomit blood in his heart: "Fuck, eat quickly, and slip away after eating!"

Yu Liyu tapped his waist lightly with his fingertips and was restless, revealing something with a small horn. Under the drooping eyelids, a flash of impatience and warning: "No."

The flickering golden light instantly dimmed.

Yan Dushu stared at Yu Lingjing for a while, shook his wine glass, and motioned: "Can I go say hello? You know his father, oh, your uncle, is the person I admire the most. "

Yu Liyu poured a cup of tea and replaced the wine glass in Yan Dushu's hand, "It's up to you, it's none of my business."

Yan Dushu looked at the tea with floating leaves, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "You asked me to serve him with tea, what the hell!"

Yu Liyu raised his eyes and glanced at him: "You can drink it yourself."

Yan Dushu: "..."

He sat back down again and poured the tea in one gulp: "Come on, I'll drink it myself, it's rare for the young master to pour tea for me once."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flute sound came from his ears, he listened carefully, the sound was so sad, it was like a sad song sung alone in the middle of the night when there was no one around, making those who heard it feel sad from the heart.

Yan Dushu was fascinated by what he heard, a sense of sadness welled up from the trembling of his soul, his expression became stiff, and his whole body fell silent.

The other Luan Xing disciples did the same as Yan Dushu, and what's more, they began to mourn and cry, and the whole restaurant was crying.

"I feel like a caterpillar."

"I feel like I'm worse than a weed."

"Oh, how happy is life."

Yu Liyu frowned, and the fragments around his waist appeared flowing gold with the sound of the flute. He looked around, only he was not affected, it was the forbidden technique hidden in the sound of the flute.

When his gaze fell to the window, Yu Lijuan realized that it was empty there at some point.

Yu Lingjing was biting the last bite of chicken when the flute sounded, but found that the flute sound was wrong, and chased out following the sound.

There is a dark forest behind the restaurant, the deeper you go, the more you will be affected by the sound of the flute, it is useless for Yu Lingjing to cover her ears, the sound affects the human soul.

Occasionally, he smelled a scent of flowers from the same direction as the sound of the flute.

He walked along the path, and when he approached, the tears hanging on his eyelashes could not stop falling down.

"Don't let me catch you, or the young master will kill you!" Yu Lingjing said harsh words while tears rolled down her face.

He wiped his eyes, his eyes were red, and he walked over a big tree in a rambling voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, eh, what ghost flute are you playing? Where?!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished muttering, the shadow of the tree swayed, Yu Lingjing looked vigilantly, and when he saw the figure, he immediately showed an expression of eating corpse rice.

Lu Yuanxiu jumped down from the tree branch, his faint eyes fell on the wet red corners of his eyes, "Why are you crying?"

Yu Lingjing: "..."

It's day, what are you afraid of?

He was racking his brains to think of a way to save it, when he suddenly realized: "Why are you okay?!"

Before Lu Yuanxiu could answer, the sound of the flute suddenly increased. Yu Lingjing's heart trembled, and she sat down on the ground under the influence of the sound.

He lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, choking with sobs: "Cang, the sky is not fair, you are also a human being, why don't you be affected, alas, I am really the poor little one in the legend."

Lu Yuanxiu squatted down, looked sideways at the 'little poor' who had a nose and tears, and said leisurely: "It's a pity that there is no record stone, otherwise when you wake up, you must take a good look at it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, the aura in his palm circulated, and pressed it against Yu Lingjing's forehead: "Sorrowful soul, relieve!"