I heard the voice of the enemy

"Where she is, there are tall buildings and fast 'iron horses'..."

Yue Cang just opened his mouth and said a few words in memory, and saw the young man suddenly quiet down, the nostalgia in his brows and eyes was very similar to the occasional look in the eyes of the mad woman in purple.

The two people who are equally lively and lively seem to have endless words, when they mentioned this so-called hometown, they showed the same dignified and nostalgic look.

As if there is no going back.

The young man suddenly raised his head, looking seriously, he lowered his brows seriously as if he was about to say something, but before he could speak, another voice came from the side.

"Knowledge."

That voice was like snow in early spring, with some warmth in the coldness.

Seemingly wondering why the young man followed Yue Cang, the man replied, "Who are you?"

This sentence is really cold to the bottom, and secretly opened a distance of alienation.

Hearing this voice, the young man swallowed his words and lowered his head slightly to stare at his toes.Yue Cang, who was at the side, suddenly lost all attention to the young man, and raised his eyes to look at the source of the voice.

The green clothes are plain and clean, and the eyebrows are like snow.

The person who came was like the cold winter wind, cold to the bone; there was no arc on the lips, and there was no smile in the eyes, like water in a cold pool, nothing could cause fluctuations in his heart.

Yue Cang looked at the alienation and indifference towards strangers in the other party's eyebrows and eyes, but there was something in his eyes, and there was even a curve around his mouth.

He concealed this arc very quickly, almost disappearing at the same time as the voice next to his ear.

Yue Cang still unconsciously recalled the voice in his ear a moment ago.

"This little bastard is really worrying."

The person in front of him has extraordinary cultivation, and it's good to see his bones.

It can't be compared to him who has practiced for thousands of years, but if the two are in the same era, it may not be easy to compete.

"This is my master." Le Zhixing pursed his lips and broke the silence between the two.

"Hasn't Zhixing already entered my teacher's door?" The clear and cold voice came again, but the eyes of the green-clothed cultivator did not have any waves.

When he said this, he was looking at Yue Cang, Mozun knew that this person was warning him in disguise.

"Xie Qingwei, I don't know who you are." The man spoke again, obviously aware of something.

As the man named Xie Qingwei spoke again and again, this cold voice gradually matched the voice that Yue Cang heard from time to time.

Yue Cang's eyes were deep, and the next moment he heard the voice of this man named Xie Qingwei without speaking.

"This person's strength is not bad, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with."

He was silent until he saw that the man in green had covered his waist with his hands, then he smiled gently and said slowly, "I'm going to go down, you know the mausoleum."

In the early years, the country of Zhiling was famous for its rare treasures, and because of this, it became torn apart under the competition of various cultivators. A humble yet powerful force.

The business acumen and extensive contacts of the Zhiling people, which can bring endless wealth, also make them the targets of competition for cooperation by major forces.

Xie Qingwei nodded lightly, and retracted her small movements without any trace.It's just that the cold eyes looked at Le Zhixing lightly.Obviously, he doesn't fully believe Yue Cang's words, but more like he doesn't care at all.

"I made an appointment with Master to find a certain kind of flower!" Le Zhixing looked at Xie Qingwei cautiously, with a bit of fear and a bit of flattery in his eyes.

"Senior Brother He has been looking for you for a few days." Xie Qingwei spoke like this, as if he didn't listen to the young man's words at all.

The young man curled his lips, and looked at Yue Cang with aggrieved eyes: "Master, I can take you to find flowers." Just leave me alone.

He didn't say anything in the second half, but everyone present could clearly see that expression.

"I can help you find flowers. Brother He has been waiting for you for a long time." Without even giving Yue Cang any time to hesitate, Xie Qingwei spoke like this, instantly cutting off his last thoughts.

Glancing at the young man cowering behind him, and then at the calm and calm cultivator in Tsing Yi, Yue Cang took a slight step back, exposing the young man hiding behind him to the eyes of the Tsing Yi Xianxiu, which was to show his position.

"You can't find that flower!" The young man gritted his teeth and grabbed the corner of Yue Cang's clothes, and rarely retorted, "That's a big red flower, a rose that can only be found in our hometown, where in this world? It’s so easy to find!”

As soon as he finished talking, his voice was a little bit annoyed that he had said something wrong.

But Yue Cang saw the Tsing Yi Jianxiu listening, his face was calm, even when he mentioned the bright color of the flower, he didn't show any strange expression.

It is obvious that on this land, the colors of flowers and plants come from spiritual energy, and it is not easy to be light crimson and light green, let alone bright red.It's normal for young people to be inexperienced, but what this Tsing Yi Xianxiu showed was full of confidence.

Sure enough, the next moment, Xie Qingwei raised his eyes and looked over. His eyes did not touch the young man at all, but looked straight at Yue Cang. The seriousness in his eyes could not be faked. He said: "I know how to find those flowers."

That appearance is more reassuring than the boy who marvels and misses after knowing it.

Yue Cang turned slightly sideways, and stood aside, revealing the bewildered young man behind him.

Rarely, the boy raised his head and looked directly at the man who usually dared not approach at all, as if looking at something that made him feel extremely strange. Various emotions flowed through his eyes, and his mouth was slightly open in a daze, showing a bit of stupidity.

It's not his fault. It's rare for a hometown that few people know, and a flower of hometown that no one knows, to suddenly pop up two people who may be from the same hometown.

Zhiling people can be regarded as the most mysterious group of people in the secular world, and Yue Cang can still learn about no less than ten Zhiling people's strongholds; but in this country where roses grow, he has never learned the relevant information through any means.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take another look at Xie Qingwei.

The man was pinching the magic formula in his hand, apparently notifying the so-called Senior Brother He, feeling his sight, those cold eyes followed the trend, and the emotions in his eyes were faint.

"What a nuisance."

The other party's voice sounded in Yue Cang's ear, but Yue Cang smiled lightly, and with a twist of his hand, an extra talisman appeared, and he squeezed it tightly in his palm.

In the next second, the devilish energy in his whole body was silent in the depths of his body together with his lifelong cultivation.Looking at it again, it really looks like an ordinary mortal.

As if aware of the change in the aura around him, the man in Tsing Yi looked at him, stayed for a while, and never moved away for a long time.

Xie Qing frowned slightly, but finally didn't ask anything.

"Senior Brother He." The gentle and jade-like man came at some time, Xie Qingwei looked at him and called out.

This cry suddenly awakened Le Zhixing who was in a daze, the young man stared desperately at the person coming, and tried to dodge behind Yue Cang, but Xie Qingwei restrained his movements by raising his hands.

The boy was suspended in the air again, struggling needlessly.

This time without Yue Cang's help, he could only grimace gradually, watching the slightly smiling man walking slowly, and pulling him by the sleeve.

"Thank you." The man surnamed He spoke slowly to Xie Qingwei, occasionally glancing at Yue Cang with a slight coldness in his eyes.

He didn't stay long, and almost led the people away.The boy's pitiful face begging for help quickly disappeared before Yue Cang's eyes along with the man.

When the two left together, Xie Qingwei looked at Yue Cang, with no emotion in his cold eyes.

He opened his mouth slowly, and said again: "I thank you Qingwei."

After finishing speaking, he was silent.

It wasn't until the man in front of him scanned his face for the third time that Yue Cang suddenly recalled the name Xie Qingwei.

The new Immortal Lord launched by those famous immortal cultivators, isn't the surname Xie Qingwei...?

Looking at the man again, he has a plain face and picturesque eyebrows, but the almost undisguised indifference under this good appearance, isn't it the unique aura of body protection that is unique to the Mahayana when he ascends to the Mahayana?

If the person in front of him is practicing that kind of skills, then Xie Qingwei's real strength is probably much stronger than what he just estimated.

Thinking about it more carefully, at the age of the other party, I am afraid that he is far from being able to compare with the strength of the decent leader in front of him.

There was a flash of appreciation in Yue Cang's eyes, but he still didn't show it on his face.

Xie Qingwei finally stopped to look at him, but his gaze was firmly fixed on Yue Cang's face, and he did not move away.

The illusory thing is not extraordinary, even Xie Qingwei's cultivation level can't see his true face clearly for the time being.However, it is inevitable to see the clues.

"Excuse me." The man said suddenly, and at the same time stretched out a hand to catch Yue Cang's wrist.

Most of the practitioners in this world use their spiritual energy to run in the palms of their hands, and then execute the sword art. The acupoints of both hands can reveal a person's strength, and controlling the various methods here can restrain the practitioner.

Except for the healers, no one will set their hands here, and all practitioners will subconsciously protect this place.But Yue Cang stood there and let the man explore his aura before withdrawing his hand.

"I have offended you so much, I hope you will forgive me." Xie Qingwei said so, but his face did not change, as if it was not himself who made the sudden attack just now.

If other people saw his cold and proud look, they would not be able to imagine that he just did something extremely offensive.

"That flower is extremely important. It is absolutely impossible for me to trust just one person at will. Mr. Ruoyue is really a person who knows the tomb, so it's not that I can't take you there." Zhengpai Xianxiu said without changing his face, and forcibly explained what he just did. A simple test.

This flower was just an excuse for Shangguan Yutang, and from the boy's expression when he heard the name of the flower, it can be seen that although their hometown is hard to see, the flower is not very important.

It's just that Xie Qingwei seems to be able to find that place, find that kind of strange flower.Yue Cang simply didn't expose the other party's excuses, and nodded slowly, revealing a faint smile.

"What the immortal said is very true."

Thousands of years of practice, as long as he wants, he can play anyone perfectly.

A mere businessman who knows the mausoleum is nothing to him.

The man smiled lightly, but he didn't know that under his soft face, there was no smile in those calm to somewhat indifferent eyes.

Xie Qing pursed his lips slightly, his eyes glowed, and finally spoke.

"Then you, follow me."