Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

The forest gradually became quiet, the prayer wheel also recovered, and Taotie went nowhere.

Suddenly, the entire night sky seemed to be quiet.

Lu Xueqi slowly buffered Qinglong and nodded, turned around and stood up without stopping, the Tianya Divine Sword was back in her hand, and she walked quickly to the depths of the forest.

In the depths shrouded in darkness, the cold wind blew slowly, blowing over her pale face as paper, and some emotions emerged slightly on her indifferent face.

arctic fox……

Her steps were a little messy, looking for something in the forest, wandering around looking for something.

little six……

The plain white skirt brushed through the depths of the weeds under the feet, and the thin white clothes fluttered back and forth in the forest.

arctic fox!

In the ancient temple deep in the mountains, the night wind was bleak, and uneasy emotions spread under her feet. Lu Xueqi stopped in a daze.

With a sound of "Wow", Lu Xueqi slightly lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked coldly under the dark abyss with a pale face. After a while, she stepped out slowly.

"Miss Lu!" Qinglong gently pulled her back.

Qinglong was a little worried about her physical condition, so he followed her undisturbed. At this time, he saw that she was going to fly down the cliff, but he didn't know how deep and dangerous the cliff was, so he had to show up to stop her.

"Miss Lu, let me go down for a while, you just wait here." Qinglong didn't wait for Lu Xueqi's consent, and leaped slowly down the cliff.

The mountain wind is piercing, the chill is in the heart, the black hair like the black waterfall is flying with the wind, the weak figure stands lonely and lonely in front of the cliff, a pair of cold and clear black eyes are drooping, staring at the deep abyss under the feet.

night.

very quiet.

very deep...

I don't know how long it took.

"call!"

With a whistling sound, a green glow flashed, and the green dragon flew up.

Lu Xueqi was slightly taken aback, her eyes were clear.

Qinglong held a snow-white fox in his arms, with its snow-white neck drooping softly, and it lay silently on Qinglong's arms with its eyes closed.

Lu Xueqi stepped forward and touched the white fox's forehead with her fingertips, wisps of blue light burst out from her fingertips.

The white fox's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and it tilted its head, but it didn't wake up, but fell into an endless deep sleep under the blue light.

The deep wound in the abdomen is slowly healing, but the spiritual power consumed by the fierce battle with the young man can't be replenished, and the cultivation level is almost lost, and it is difficult to restore the human form.

Lu Xueqi had no choice but to let him slowly recover his cultivation base by relying on the longevity curse sealed in his body in his deep sleep, because he was afraid that he would wake up at this time and find out that his cultivation base was exhausted, and he would suffer a heavy blow, while she But he didn't want to see him suffer such a heavy blow.

"Blue Dragon..."

"Miss Lu, please tell me."

Lu Xueqi looked up at Qinglong, and slowly asked: "Have you ever seen a girl beside Gui Li?"

Qinglong was startled, and replied: "Miss Lu is talking about Hu Qishan's "Xiaobai"?"

"It's her." Lu Xueqi looked at the sleeping white fox again, and said to Qinglong calmly, "Can you help me send this white fox to Xiao Bai's side?"

"Miss Lu, please don't worry, I will get up and take him back to Huqi Mountain tomorrow." Qinglong agreed directly without asking why.

Lu Xueqi nodded, as long as Xiaobai saw the white fox, she would know that it was her child, and would take good care of the white fox, so she was really relieved.

"I need to go back to Qingyunmen right away, let's take a step first."

"Miss Lu, please take care of yourself, there will be a period later."

Lu Xueqi didn't answer any more, a blue light burst out from behind, and she walked away with the sword.

Qingyun Mountain.

Tongtian Peak, the ancestral hall of the ancestors.

In the main hall, it was still as quiet and dark as before. In front of the countless spiritual tablets enshrined in the depths of the hall, flickering candles burned silently.

It's just that at this moment, there is an extra figure standing in front of those spiritual seats, standing tall.

That person was dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, with a fairy-like appearance, and he was the real Daoxuan, the head of the current Qingyun sect.

Daoxuan heard the sound of footsteps, but did not look back, picked up three sticks of fine incense on the sacrificial table in front of the spirit tablet, lit the candle next to it, respectfully held the incense and bowed three times, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"I haven't come here for a while," Daoxuan's voice was calm and slow, as if he was talking to a very old friend, "I don't know if the patriarchs will blame me?"

The man standing behind him walked up, picked up a rag, wiped off the incense ash on the sacrificial table lightly, and said in a low voice: "You made my Qingyun sect so impressive, and it's too late for the patriarchs to be happy. blame you?"

Daoxuan smiled lightly, turned his head to look at him, and suddenly said: "Your appearance is really nostalgic."

The man paused for a moment, then smiled, and replied: "It's you, you look much older."

Daoxuan's expression changed, he seemed to be angry: "..."

The man said: "You're joking, brother is still angry."

The inadvertent senior brother made both of them tremble at the same time, but it also untied the knot of their hearts for a hundred years.

Daoxuan's heart was filled with sorrow and joy, he was silent for a moment, then snorted coldly, and said: "That's all, Jian Yi, that's all."

It had been a long time since no one had called this name, and Wan Jianyi's heart was turbulent.

Daoxuan looked at him silently for a long time, then said: "I came here because I have something to tell you."

"Tomorrow, the owner of Fenxiang Valley, Yun Yilan, will lead his disciples to Qingyun Mountain to worship."

Wan Jian frowned suddenly, and said, "Yun Yilan?"

Master Daoxuan smiled and said: "You also remember him, right?"

"That person is an old cunning..."