Xianzun, your Taoist companion has run away

Luo Qing sighed slightly, the people in Wanshengbao Pavilion were still exaggerated as always, talking like those storytellers outside, they like all kinds of exaggerated facts.

What the monk who got off the merchant ship said was just one sentence of truth.

His master is looking for him.

But just such a sentence is enough to surprise Luo Qing slightly.

He stood expressionless, and the lake in his heart seemed to be blown by a breeze, causing some ripples.

Seeing him standing in a daze, the blue-clothed monk was a little impatient, and couldn't help asking, "Can you tell me the whereabouts or news of Daoist Qingwei, I will definitely thank you from the Wanshengbao Pavilion."

Luo Qing tilted her head slightly, her hair slipped down like running water and scattered around his pale and thin cheeks.

He hesitated a little because he was really not good at lying, "I am Luo Qingwei."

The smirk on the friar's face froze instantly, "..."

Hey!He's up against the imposter again!

Ever since the celestial venerable lost his temper rarely and split the Penglai fairy gate with the nine-fold tribulation lightning, the owner of their pavilion was obsessed with money and promised the celestial venerable to help find the real Qingwei.

Over the years, they followed the merchant ship and traveled to every corner of the Zhongzhou Immortal Dao.

I met countless Luo Qingwei, some with this name originally, and some who knew that they were looking for someone in Manxiandao, and temporarily changed their names in order to cheat some benefits from them.

Without exception, none of them were the people they were looking for.

I didn't expect to encounter such a situation in the northern border. It's really strange. What's the use of impostors? They are not stupid.

You have to find out whether it is true or not, and then you will be brought to the Immortal Venerable.

It is a matter of the fate of the sect, the blue-clothed monk held his temper, "Don't be joking, fellow daoist."

If they hadn't been concerned about that great power in the northern region, they should have used their spiritual sense to investigate directly, but Senior Brother Ziyi was seriously injured just after showing the coercion of his spiritual sense.

Let them be cautious and dare not show their consciousness at will, for fear of being regarded as a provocation.

I had no choice but to choose such a stupid way, to find someone to inquire in person, and to come out to find out the news.

He was also unlucky, he met an impostor when he came up!

Luo Qing was slightly puzzled, "What's the matter, isn't it?"

As he said that, he felt dense and subtle pains in his abdomen, like needle pricks, gradually spreading to his whole body, which made his throat itchy.

He couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, and coughed fiercely twice.

The right hand unconsciously clenched the corner of the clothes, the back of the thin hand was tense, and the veins were very obvious.

Amidst the heavy coughing, his thin and skinny back kept trembling, his face became paler, but his lips were stained with bright red and damp.

It's fresh blood.

Sure enough, just being involved in the coercion of the Nascent Soul stage, my heart was really hurt.

After he breathed slowly, the tense back and arms relaxed.

His face was already half bloodless, his appearance was haggard, and he was full of sickness.

The blue-clothed monk looked at Luo Qing slightly coughing and vomiting blood, and his eyes were a little disdainful.

They have been walking around in Duobao Pavilion these years, and when they meet people named Luo Qingwei, they are mostly heroic young monks, although they are not as far away as real Qingwei.

But most of them can be called young and promising, with superb cultivation.

Like before, with a weak body and no cultivation base, he could cough up blood foam even when he coughed, and he dared to call himself Luo Qingwei's.

It was the first time he saw it, and he had never heard it mentioned by others.

It must be because the monks in Central Continent still have self-knowledge.

It's not like the barbarian land in the northern border, who only thinks about deceiving people and doesn't care about anything.

He curled his lips contemptuously, not even the real Qingwei, so he had the nerve to ask if he looked like it.

Jian Tan couldn't hear the news he wanted, and he didn't want to spend more time on the liar, so he turned around and left quickly.

Luo Qingwei didn't wait for the answer. Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, he was stunned for a while, feeling slightly bitter in his heart, and murmured in a low voice, "Isn't it?"

After speaking, he sighed softly, "Indeed, it's not like it."

What he looked like before, what he looks like now, there is really nothing like it.

It's no wonder that the man just didn't want to believe him, if it were him, I'm afraid he wouldn't believe it either.

Mu Qing's dark eyes flickered, and he let out a cold war, and his tone was cold and hard, "Is there any resemblance, yes it is, no it is not!

Doesn't look like it has anything to do with it. "

Luo Qing nodded slightly, "Yes."

But after all, he was not very interested, and he subconsciously clenched the hand that held the sword before.

It was only after holding it that I realized that there was still a corner of the clothes in the palm of my hand. The fabric of the corners of the clothes was soft and delicate, and it was slippery to the touch. Just by the touch, I knew it should be worth a lot.

It's not like the clothes he's wearing, he's relying on Mu Qing for the closest thing, so it's natural that you don't have to guess who the owner of this corner of the clothes is.

Luo Qing coughed slightly, with a calm expression, and wanted to let go of her hand as if nothing had happened.

Just halfway through the loosening, a hand stretched out from the side and held his hand.

Forcibly spread his fingers, occupying the space between his palms, rolling over the fine lines of the palm, and then holding them tightly.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

Suddenly being held by the palm, Luo Qingwei felt a little stiff all over, and asked in confusion, "What, what's wrong."

Mu Qing said coldly, "There are so many people on the shore, I'm afraid they might get separated."

Yun Yun sat on the colorful deer, and said in a soft voice, "Daddy, there are really many people on the shore, I'm short, so it's hard to walk with you.

Can you let Uncle Mu take the lead? Let's go to the shore and have a look, okay? "

Luo Qingwei was even more puzzled, when did Yun Yun and Mu Qing have such a good relationship.

Although he is too used to being in contact with people, because he cannot see and his body is not sensitive enough, he must be led by someone, in case he accidentally bumps into someone or falls himself.

When others help him with good intentions, there is naturally no reason to refuse, and the warm and rough feeling from the palm of his hand is not unbearable.

He didn't struggle too much, just thanked him, and followed Mu Qing to the shore where many monks gathered.

Many people gathered at Wuwang Beach, bustling and crowded, all discussing quietly in their own small circles.

The three words Luo Qingwei were repeatedly mentioned by different people.

With the concentration of the monks on the shore, I am afraid that it will not take a day for the monks in the entire northern border to know the purpose of the Central Continent Merchant Ship's visit to the northern border.

It was to find a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator named Luo Qingwei.

They walked around the shore and got the news that the people from Wanshengbao Pavilion found the sword repairer named Luo Qingwei.

Merchant ships will always stop at the shore to communicate with the monks in the north.

The so-called communication means that you send out news, and I give pills or resources, and it's a win-win situation.

Not long after walking, Luo Qingwei felt sleepy and difficult to walk.

He stopped and said, "Go back."

Mu Qing slightly raised her eyebrows, "Are you tired?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

Today is different from the past. He is weak and panting three times.

Taking one step will involve old injuries, and it is normal to feel tired after taking two steps.

What's more, he just stood here so ostentatiously, those people from the Wanshengbao Pavilion couldn't find the person they were looking for, so they stood beside them.

He was afraid of being regarded as a liar again, so he didn't take the initiative to find him, and ended up being bored.

To be honest, it was quite embarrassing, he was most afraid of embarrassment.

Mu Qing looked at his pale face, which was completely devoid of blood. He was really weak, and frowned slightly, "Then you go back first, I'll buy something from them."

Luo Qing nodded slightly, "OK."

After a little hesitation, he warned, "Be careful, there are other Nascent Souls on board."

Mu Qing is a Nascent Soul from the northern border. He may not have had any opponents before, and he is used to doing whatever he wants. Now that the merchant ships from the Wanshengbao Pavilion are coming, there are quite a few Nascent Souls.

He said one more word, lest Mu Qing be careless.

Mu Qing saw that his face was pale and calm, and he still had an iceberg face, and he didn't look worried even when he was worried.

He couldn't help but snorted coldly, "What's the matter, are you finally not guarding against me?"

After saying this, I only feel resentment, like a resentful woman who can only complain.

It really doesn't fit his identity!

Without waiting for Luo Qingwei to speak again, with Zhang Jun's face cold, he lifted the man onto the colorful deer and said coldly, "Hurry up and get out!"

As a spirit beast, the colorful deer has a connection with him, and immediately hunched over Yunyun and Luo Qingwei and headed towards the inn with a "da da da".

Back in the inn, Luo Qingwei leaned against the window, drinking tea slowly.

The tea is prepared in the inn. The most common tea has a bitter taste.

Mo Ju came back from the outside, sat silently across from him, looked at him with complicated expressions, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Luo Qingwei smelled the familiar fragrance, knew it was her, groped for the teacup, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over, "Drink some tea."

The pale and thin fingertips were covered with a thin layer of transparent skin, with tiny bluish-white blood vessels entrenched underneath, and even the nails felt pale.

She rescued him from Wuwang Seaside, but she never thought that Luo Qingwei was from Central Continent.

It was impossible to connect this man with a clean face, a thin figure, and a chronic illness in front of him with what the Central Continent monks called the proud son of heaven and the disciple of the immortal.

She pursed her thin lips, and after a long silence, she slowly said, "The person they are looking for is you."

Luo Qingwei held the rough porcelain teacup with a calm expression, "It should be."

Mo Ju suddenly became angry, "Yes, yes, no, no, what should be!"

Luo Qing was slightly stunned, put down the teacup in her hand, and propped her fingers on the table, "They are the ones looking for someone, of course they have the final say.

If they say yes, they say yes, and if they say no, they don’t. I think yes or no, it doesn’t matter. "

He always looked calm and his tone was calm. There was a breeze blowing outside the window, messing up his hair, which was casually tied with string.

There are a few white hairs mixed in the flowing hair, which are a few new white hairs.

Mo Ju's eyes were stung, "You used to be in the Nascent Soul stage of Tianpin Ice Spirit Root, and you were a disciple of the Immortal Venerable? How, how did you become what you are now?"

Luo Qingwei didn't seem to notice, she tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong now."

There is such a thing, there is black chrysanthemum, there is food and clothing, and there is no fear of life.

Now I know from Wanshengbao Pavilion that Master is looking for him, which is very good.

Mo Ju was anxious, "Then how can it be the same? The gap is far more than heaven and earth. Don't you want to go back? You have to find a way to make them trust you!"

Before she finished speaking, she heard hurried footsteps. Mo Ju looked up and saw Mudan leading a colorful monk over.

The charming face is full of hospitality, "Immortal Elder, that's him."

The so-called colorful cultivator rushed directly to him, seeing the person sitting there drinking tea clearly, his complexion also became colorful.

Roaring, "Luo Qingwei, where is your sword?!"