Abandoned Immortals

The stone walls crumbled, the immortal mansion collapsed, and the monks from all walks of life who came to hunt for treasures had their own gains if they survived the dangerous situation where the powers competed.

The spiritual energy gathered in Jinling Mountain began to dissipate. The people of the big sects and big sects looked down on this gift from heaven and earth, and they left on the day the dispute ended. .

Ting Lanzong and his party were only left with Que Qingyun and Chen Wanxin. On the way back, they ran into fellow disciples who came to support them. When the fellow disciples asked if the trip went well, Chen Wanxin sneered and said, "It went very well! I also owe it all to Fairy Qingyun." , if not, we can save two people from dying."

"What do you mean by what Brother Chen said?" The fellow martial uncle asked with a solemn expression.

But Chen Wanxin deliberately didn't explain much, just looked at Que Qingyun sarcastically, watching her clean up the mess as if watching a play.

Que Qingyun's face was expressionless, but his tone was extremely cold: "Master Chen has a good eye for seeing the slightest, and he immediately withdraws when a crisis arises, leaving us juniors to fend for ourselves. It's a pity that your disciples are more than successful than failures. I can't even tell the difference, so I hurried to put my life in it, it's not a pity to die!"

How could Chen Wanxin have expected that Que Qingyun, who had always been bored like a gourd, would suddenly sharpen her teeth, and her words were sharp and sharp, but she was cold and quiet, which made her words even more cold.

He glared his eyes angrily, and yelled: "Que Qingyun, you are too presumptuous! You are really the same as that Yu Lianxin!"

Que Qing replied calmly: "Uncle Chen is just getting old, his old eyes are dim, and his temper is also fierce. If the younger generation did not make a move today, Uncle Chen must be on the road with your good disciple and grandson by now. How can he have the energy to bark?" .”

Speak the sharpest words in the calmest tone.

When Fairy Qingyun showed such hatred and anger towards people, the two uncles were stunned.

Seeing that Chen Wanxin's face was gloomy and he wanted to continue arguing, the two senior uncles hurriedly dissuaded him and changed the topic: "The suzerain heard that Demon Monarch Qu Yan had also come to Jinling Mountain, so he sent me to come to meet him. It is unavoidable, we can only say that good fortune tricks people, let's return to the sect quickly and return to the suzerain."

On the surface, they were persuading peace, but their attitude was obviously inclined to Que Qingyun.

They also just broke through the state of distraction, but Fairy Qingyun, who is in her thirties, and Daoist Xufa, who is about to run out of fuel, are completely different.

Chen Wanxin couldn't understand why, but he really had nothing to do with Que Qingyun. He could only suppress his anger, snorted coldly, and jumped away first.

Tinglanzong and the others left Jinling Mountain one after another, and the aura of heaven and earth stayed in the mountain for more than a month, dissipating little by little.

When the last casual cultivator also woke up from meditation, Yu Jian left, and Jinling Mountain was completely silent. The rain washed away the blood on the ground, and the animals ate the scattered corpses. Except for the neighing of insects and snakes and the singing of birds and birds, there was no trace of living people.

As night fell, the mountains were silent.

Just after a thunderstorm, the ground was wet, and dense weeds grew under the ruined walls and corpses. Suddenly, the soil layer loosened, and a few strands of black smoke emerged from the cracks in the earth and rocks, congealing into a human form in the dark night.

His facial features merged into the darkness, standing on the ruins, overlooking the lonely wilderness.

After a long time, he sighed softly.

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"Junior Sister Yun, let me tell you the truth with my senior brother. What happened when I went to Jinling Mountain?" In the main hall of the Tinglan School, the suzerain Jian Mingxian stood with his hands behind his back in front of the main seat, his tone was calm.

The Immortal Jianming, Qin Jianfeng, had an upright and majestic Chinese character face, with broad forehead and brows, and a face like a knife cut. He came from the same sect as Master Que Qingyun, and it has only been more than ten years since he took over as the suzerain of the Tinglan Sect.

His cultivation level is slightly lower than that of the elders of the same generation in the sect, but he has the ability to coordinate the imperial subordinates, which is highly valued by the old suzerain.

With such a relationship, Tinglanzong respected Que Qingyun from all over, but also because of this relationship, Chen Wanxin's more senior elders complained about Que Qingyun's self-willed and disrespectful temperament.

But the irony is that this seemingly solid fellowship is vulnerable to immediate interests.

Que Qingyun was expressionless. Behind her, there were three corpses. Although two of them were in different horrific situations, they still had whole corpses. Under the last bloody cover, there were only a few unidentifiable pieces. The shape of the minced meat.

The only thing that can identify them is the waist tags scattered around their bones.

The two relatively well-preserved ones were the two inner disciples who accompanied them to Jinling Mountain, and the one who died without a whole body was Qi Ren, the disciple of Chen Wanxin who was killed by Yuxie.

These three corpses were found by chance by monks from his sect, and they were sent to Tinglan sect one after another.

It has been more than ten days since their deaths, but the body of a monk is different from ordinary people after being tempered by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The stench of carrion.

Seeing that Que Qingyun remained silent, Qin Jianfeng frowned slightly, and said again: "There are unpredictable things in the sky, people have misfortunes and blessings, life and death are free, and I can't force it. I just want to know what kind of changes you have encountered in Jinling Mountain? "

"Who does the Sovereign suspect?" Que Qingyun stood tall, calm and calm, "Why beat around the bush."

Qin Jianfeng's face showed hesitation, he paused for a breath, and Fang sighed: "Since I took over the position of Suzerain, Junior Sister Yun has never called me Senior Brother, that's all." Xin also appeared in the Immortal Mansion, is there something wrong?"

"It's true." Que Qingyun didn't hide anything.

Qin Jianfeng said again: "This woman attacked and killed Senior Brother Zhen first, and then left Tinglan Sect to go to Moyan Villa, but after half a month, she appeared in Jinling Mountain again to snatch the secret treasure with Master Chen. That's what this woman did."

Que Qingyun looked at him coldly, but did not answer.

"Junior Sister Yun, I just want you to answer one question." Qin Jianfeng finally turned cold, and said in a deep voice, "Have you taught Yu Lianxin martial arts?"

The hall was silent, Que Qingyun and Qin Jianfeng confronted each other for a few breaths, and finally said: "I didn't teach Lianxin one or a half moves, but I didn't find out and stop Lianxin's stealthy martial arts in time, the responsibility lies with me, Qingyun is willing to accept the punishment."

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The back mountain of Tinglanzong has a quiet environment, with trickling clear springs gurgling down the cliffs in the mountains, forming a clear pool at the foot of the mountain stream.

The mist on the pool is hazy, a beautiful figure in white clothes sits cross-legged on the bluestone, with a black ancient sword across her knees, and everything around is empty and silent.

As the breeze blows, a leaf petal falls from the branch, and shallow waves ripple on the water surface.

Que Qingyun's ears trembled slightly, and his long eyelashes lifted slightly.

She raised her hand lightly, and there was a piercing sound, her ethereal figure was already a hundred feet away, her toes touched the surface of the water, splashing a line of water droplets.

The sword is in the front, the people are in the back, and the behind is the one who comes from behind, and the sword passes the flying flowers.

The edge of the sword reached Yu Lianxin's throat, and the hilt was held in Que Qingyun's hand.

"You still dare to come?" Que Qingyun's voice was indifferent, cold and unfeeling, "I'm not hiding in Moyan Villa quietly, but after I fully realized it, do I want to apologize with death?"

"Master was joking, this disciple cherishes his life very much, and I still want to save this little life to witness that Master has cultivated the Supreme Sword Heart and the Dao Fruit of Eternal Life." Yu Lian's expression was gentle and her tone was soft, as she pointed at the sharp blade in her throat Turn a blind eye.

"Then what are you doing here? But you think I'll be soft on you?"

"Master has always been stern and selfless, and I dare not take it as a chance to repay it. However, my disciple passed Tinglan Sect and couldn't hide his longing for Master, so I went to Yunxianju to have a look." Yu Lian said in a heartbeat. The words of admiration, the red lips slightly curved, and the smile in his eyes was extraordinarily treacherous.

She took a step forward, and the point of the sword pressed against her neck, slitting a wound in her throat.

"But when I came, I heard two disciples guarding the mountain gossiping, saying that the master is going to form a Taoist couple with the suzerain." Qianqian's fresh wounds, blood congealed into a string of bright red beads, sank into the collar, and Yu Lian was heartbroken. But as if he didn't notice anything, he looked straight into Que Qingyun's eyes, with a looming madness on his face.

"The disciple felt that it was absurd, so he took the heads of these two people to see. I don't know if the master knows where the rumors come from?"

Que Qingyun squinted at her, glanced at the two bloody heads at her feet, and replied coldly: "This is not a rumor."

"It's not a rumor?" Yu Lian looked confused, lowered her eyes, paused for a moment as if thinking deeply, and then repeated, "It's not a rumor?"

Que Qingyun was always indifferent, not giving Yu Lian a straight look.

"Heh." Yu Lian laughed softly, "Master, you once said personally that those who are older than you and those whose cultivation level is not as good as yours will not be noticed. Is Master going to break his promise?"

Que Qingyun's tone was calm: "Yes or no, what does it matter to you?"

"It has nothing to do with the disciples." Yu Lian's eyes turned and she said with a smile, "The disciples only wanted to kill one or two people, but now they have changed their minds. Respecting the kindness of nurturing for many years, how can you not offer a generous gift?"

With a turn of the blade in his hand, Que Qingyun asked coldly, "What do you want to do?"

The angrier the person in front of her was, the brighter Yu Lian's smile became, the corners of her lips curled up, and the smile in her eyes was charming: "Master, don't get angry."

"Master Qin, as the master of the Tinglan Sect, has a lot of family affairs on weekdays, and is lazy in his cultivation. He has almost no free time. It must be difficult for him to be by Master's side all the time. Since Master is devoted to Master Qin, how can Lianxin bear to see Master?" Respect is treated lightly."

Yu Lian narrowed her eyes in her heart: "In this case, it would be better to destroy this Tinglan sect, kill all irrelevant people, spread blood on the red carpet, and let Master Qin and Master be at ease, wouldn't it be beautiful? "

Que Qingyun's eyes trembled, and the sharp blade went a little further: "Presumptuous! Yu Lianxin, do you really think I won't kill you?!"

The blood stained the tip of the sword red, and Yu Lian's eyes were relaxed.

"Let me live and let me die, so I ask Master to choose one of the two."

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