I ran away after slag Xianzun

Jiang Meiqing paused for a moment.

Mistress?

He rolled his eyes and suddenly understood.

He slowly curled the corner of his mouth, he didn't expect this group of idiots to have such a strong brain power.

"Guess."

He was noncommittal and let them speculate.

The teenagers originally came to look at it with a little bit of curiosity, and maybe a little bit of the idea of ​​asking questions, but now they all disappeared like a puff of smoke.

Jiang Meiqing patted the hem of her clothes, and slowly stood up.

He has a slender figure, with thin and slender bones, and a plain spring shirt covering his body, like light clouds covering the moon, with an indescribably romantic demeanor.

The teenagers watched his footsteps heading for the door.

"Where are you going?"

Jiang Meiqing seemed to remember something, and turned around, "Oh, by the way, please tell your immortals that I am leaving."

Last night, Wu Wang was called away by the head of the Muyun Sect, probably because he had something important to discuss, and he hadn't come back so soon.

Jiang Meiqing thought about it, and it seemed that he had no reason to stay.

The injury is healed, Chi Lian is also untied, it's time to go.

The teenagers were stunned, it was rare for the Immortal Venerable to bring someone back, so he left?

Isn't it their mistress?

Grass trees in the setting sun, a cold stone path hidden among the weeds.

This is a small path for Mu Yunzong to go down the mountain. Jiang Meiqing did not walk through Dengtianmen, but chose this path.

He also followed his master to Mu Yunzong before, but the strange thing is that he never seemed to see Wu Wang.

The peak of the Muyun Sect is almost soaring into the clouds. Looking down from the top, the cold stone path is rugged and steep, with strange rocks along the way. If you are not careful, you may just roll down.

Jiang Meiqing sighed, resignedly climbed the vegetation on both sides, and walked down slowly. At his speed, he would probably be able to reach the bottom of the mountain tomorrow morning.

He remembered that there was a thatched inn at the foot of the mountain, where he could take a rest for the time being.

It's a pity that he thought so well that he forgot to read the imperial calendar when he went out.

After walking for a long time, he saw a crooked tree with a crooked neck along the way. He walked over in two steps, leaned on the trunk, sat down as if tired, and beat his legs.

Not long after he sat down, he saw two vague figures climbing up the steep steps from the bottom of the endless place.

Jiang Meiqing was puzzled. Few people found this path, and most outsiders who entered and exited the Muyun Sect would enter through the Dengtian Gate. Why did they choose this path?

He just wanted to get up and continue walking down.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly saw that the person below was very familiar, with black hair tied behind his head with a brocade button, and the belt on his body was flying.

See the hell!

Isn't that Jing Ming? ——Second senior brother in his previous life.

When Jiang Meiqing wanted to step back subconsciously, she suddenly remembered that he was no longer Jiang Meiqing, how could anyone recognize him?

What is he hiding from?

He thought so in his heart, but he couldn't help but step back.

It's a pity that the crooked neck tree is too small to hide his people at all.

Seeing the people below getting closer and closer, Jiang Meiqing sighed quietly, her heart sank, she walked out slumped, pretending to be an ordinary passerby, and sat on the stone by the steps to rest.

Faintly heard the conversation of the people below.

"Have you handed over the invitation letter?"

It was Jingming's voice.

As always, he was cold and indifferent, without any emotion.

The little disciple beside him said: "It has already been passed to Sect Master Mu Yun."

"Did he say anything?"

"He didn't ask anything, he just said that the guest house has been prepared, and I'm sorry that your immortal came from afar."

In a moment, the two had come to the front.

Seeing someone sitting on the stone by the roadside, the two fell silent.

Jing Ming's cultivation base is not low, and his steps are very light.

Even so, Jiang Meiqing could still feel that he had come to his side, and was looking at him, and the cold eyes gave him goosebumps all over his body.

But he still closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Jiang Meiqing guessed right.

Jing Ming's gaze stayed on him for a long while, then he retracted his gaze lightly and continued to walk up.

Jiang Meiqing waited for the two of them to walk away before slowly opening her eyes and letting out a sigh of relief.

He stood up, patted the hem of his clothes, and continued walking down.

Unexpectedly, before he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard an indifferent voice behind him calling out to him. "stop."

He was shocked.

Gathering his mind, he turned his head slowly and licked the corners of his mouth.

"This monk, what's the matter?"

Jing Ming was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with profound facial features, two eyebrows pressed down, looking a bit hostile.

At this time, two eyes were fixed on him tightly, with a hint of cold scrutiny.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Meiqing cursed in her heart, she was still that dog.

Even though he was a stranger, he still asked who the other person was so domineeringly, as if he was the master of Muyun Sect.

However, he had no intention of confronting him at this time.

Jiang Meiqing smiled slightly and said: "My fellow daoist of the Wuwang Immortal Venerable of the Muyun Sect is taking his leave and leaving. I don't know why the daoist is looking for me?"

The little disciple next to Jing Ming hastily tugged at his lapel, he knew very well the domineering temper of his own immortal, and this is the Muyun Sect again, it's not Bu Zhoushan, it's better not to conflict with others casually.

Jing Ming ignored him, and just stared at Jiang Meiqing without hesitation, as if he wanted to peel him to the bone, and remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Meiqing smiled helplessly, nodded slightly, and was about to go down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, a surge of sword energy suddenly rolled from behind, forcing a chill down his spine.

He was horrified, he had no spiritual power in his whole body, and he couldn't bear such a strong sword energy at all.

Jiang Meiqing jumped up and hurried to the side to dodge, who knew that the sword qi that he barely avoided would be approached by the next one, making his ears ringing continuously, and his whole body felt cold.

When there was no way to retreat, he suddenly gave up. Anyway, he has died once!

He shook his heart, turned around suddenly, and faced the sword energy, he wanted to see if Jing Ming would dare to split an ordinary person with no cultivation in half on the road of Mu Yunzong?

Jing Ming suddenly caught a glimpse of him turning around, his eyes froze, and he suddenly stopped the sword energy.

The next moment, a strong force pushed Jiang Meiqing away, accompanied by scolding.

"Do you have a hole in your brain?"

Jiang Meiqing staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

A blackness swept across the top of the head, and Gu Jian's dragon elephant suddenly appeared on it, waving two fat feet, sweeping towards Jing Ming on the steps, making the wind howl.

Gu Jian was standing in front of him, with a smile in her eyes, she stretched out a hand towards him.

"I said female goose, you are not so delicate that you want me to help you up?"

Jiang Meiqing rolled his eyes at him, grabbed his hand and stood up, leaning on Gu Jian's shoulder with some palpitations, watching that person and monster fighting not not far away.