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Zhuang Qiu, who has a heart but no guts, only dares to think in his heart, but because his brain is too intense, Ji Qingning's expression is too enthusiastic and focused.

Ji Qingning's ears were stained red by Zhuang Qiu's gaze, and he lowered his voice and said, "Senior brother, don't look at me with such disgusting eyes."

Zhuang Qiu didn't want to do anything at first, but Ji Qingning's appearance of being afraid of what he would do, but still holding on is really cute.

He really wanted to do something, so that his external illusion would be exposed, revealing his soft and fluffy heart.

So Zhuang Qiu deliberately teased him: "Junior Brother, tell me if I touch your leg now, Master, can they see it?"

"you dare!"

"You can speak louder, it's best to call them all, and then let them see what kind of unclear relationship you have with me."

"There is no relationship between me and you."

"Junior brother, what you said is too heartless. Have you forgotten that we were still in love in your wheelchair a few days ago?"

Zhuang Qiu saw that veins popped out of Ji Qingning's forehead because he was holding back his anger, and he was holding the thrush pencil extremely hard, Zhuang Qiu felt that he was not thrushing his eyebrows, but trying to poke a hole in his head.

He endured it for a long time, but in the end he was defeated, his momentum relaxed, he gave Zhuang Qiu a sharp look in his eyes and said: "You are a disciple."

"Junior brother, this is new. You are the first to scold me like this, but I think it sounds good. You can scold more. Do you think that when you scold, you are actually very sexy?"

Ji Qingning's face didn't change, but his ears were extremely red. He continued to pretend to be calm and said, "Shameless."

"Master Xiao Yi used to call me shameless, and he could call me a hundred times a day, with different tones. Compared with him, your words seem to be acting like a baby."

Ji Qingning endured the fire and ignored Zhuang Qiu.

Zhuang Qiu then pulled Ji Qingning's sleeve, and continued: "Junior Brother, don't ignore me, eh?"

Ji Qingning finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted to Shenyin: "Master, I've finished the painting."

Shenyin threw her storage ring to Lu Xuan, and was asking him to pick something to play with. Lu Xuan didn't like any of the spiritual weapons on the ground, and continued to rummage through the ring.

Hearing Ji Qingning's words, Shenyin turned to look at Zhuang Qiu.

There is nothing to say about Ji Qingning's craftsmanship, Zhuang Qiu is just like a big girl at the moment - except for a little broad shoulders, there are no other shortcomings.

Qinghong also came over to have a look, she circled around Zhuang Qiu, nodded her head and said in satisfaction: "Very good, very good, you will have two female disciples from now on, Shenyin, are you happy?"

Shenyin answered casually, "I'm not happy with you."

Then he said to Zhao Dengke: "Please also ask Guanshi Zhao to take my two apprentices to the place where the Demon Cultivator Society is speculated to appear."

"Don't worry." Zhao Dengke replied, and took Lu Xuan and Zhuang Qiu away.

Shenyin didn't move in place, his spiritual consciousness relied on the mountain formation, and soon covered the entire Qingcheng.

Every move in the city flooded into Shenyin's mind.

Babies who are learning to speak, vendors selling things on the street, the shouts of storytellers in restaurants...

Complicated and cumbersome information poured into his mind, even in the stage of transforming into a god, he needed to react for a while.

In these plethora of scenes, Shenyin locked onto Lu Xuan and Zhuang Qiu by relying on her breath, and then used them as a reason to monitor the situation within a radius of three kilometers.

Zhuang Qiu pretended to be a girl who was washing clothes. He beat the clothes with a mallet, and the running water flowed through his feet, making him look graceful and peaceful.

"Master, how long do we have to wait?" Ji Qingning asked Qinghong who was beside him.

Qinghong shook her head, her consciousness was always locked on Zhuang Qiu.

"It's hard to say. If you are lucky, one hour is too much. If you are not lucky, you will not be able to meet in a year or a half."

Ji Qingning frowned, a year and a half was too long, and the scope had to be further narrowed down.

"Uncle, do you have the outline of the exercises practiced by the demon cultivator?"

"How could I have it? It's something from Moxiu. What do you want it for?"

"If we can know that Moxiu needs to arrest someone in a few days, we can judge the day when he commits crimes again."

Qinghong pinched Ji Qingning's face with a smile, and praised: "Qingning's little mind is really fast, I'll just ask Shenyin through sound transmission."

"I don't have that thing. I saw it before, but it's been hundreds of years now, and I can forget it even if I have a good memory."

"If you think about it again, can't you remember it at all? As long as we know that Moxiu will need a living person for a few days, then we can estimate the approximate time when he commits the crime, which is better than waiting foolishly now."

"The magic cultivation method hides its weakness. If it wasn't for the fact that the sect seized a group of magic cultivation methods and got their cultivation method, I would not have seen it. The Qingyuan Mountain Range has been cleaned long ago. That thing Definitely gone."

The clues were broken, and everyone could only continue acting aimlessly.

Zhuang Qiu took a bath for a whole day, and when it was dark and went back, his waist could not straighten up. He patted a magic formula on his waist, and he felt much better.

Everyone returned to the Qingcheng faction without success.

Although there is no credit, but there is hard work, bamboo tip wine, good wine and good food, it is still full.

After drinking and eating, Zhuang Qiu's waist was still a little sore. He tied up his hair casually and walked out of the house, intending to take a walk, when he bumped into Zhao Dengke who came back with the wine.

Zhuang Qiu saluted and said, "Guan Zhao."

Zhao Dengke also replied, "Xiaoyou Zhuang, are you planning to go back?"

"My waist is a little stiff when sitting, so I plan to walk around."

"I heard from Fairy Qinghong that Xiaoyou Zhuang was born as a mortal too?"

"Well, I was picked up by Master from the pile of dead people. My father and mother are all mortals."

Zhuang Qiu felt that Zhao Dengke's eyes were a little more kind. Although he always had a smile on his face, the smile didn't reach his eyes. It was a fake out of frequent socializing. Now Zhuang Qiu felt inexplicably that Zhao Dengke seemed very happy.

"Then you and I are the same kind of people." Zhao Dengke said with a smile: "I am also a mortal who cultivated here. Those people in Qinghong seem to take good care of mortals, but in fact they look down on us who come from wealthy families. Most of the resources in the cultivation world are controlled by those cultivation families, and wanting to get a share of it is no less difficult than turning the cultivation world upside down."

Zhuang Qiu didn't quite understand Zhao Dengke, because he was not an ordinary mortal, he was a genius, and most geniuses would be treated preferentially, while people like Zhao Dengke with ordinary talent and no background would be ignored.

But as a senior, it was not easy for Zhao Dengke to say such words to Zhuang Qiu with all his heart.

So Zhuang Qiu said: "Thank you, Manager Zhao, for your guidance."

Zhao Dengke didn't say any more, pointed to the wine in his hand, and resumed the smile that kept his distance.

"Then I'll go in first."