I have been assisting these years

Qi Jin's sleep quality has been better since transmigrating into this book.

So she knew very well that she must be dreaming. If it wasn't a dream, she would have woken up long ago, why would she still be here as if watching a small movie.

Chaos.

It was still very noisy, some strange-looking alien creatures whizzed past him, or they didn't look like normal people but they were still in human form whining.

It should be their eyes that don't look like normal people. Compared with some furry creatures with tiger heads and bodies, they are not at all cute. Those red eyes are quite permeable.

Blockbuster.

Not bad.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she liked watching the excitement.

The sky and the earth are all gray, and the monks mixed in the two armies, forming formations and swinging swords, it can be seen that they are devoted to the outside world, moving the heavens and the earth.

Many of them were casual cultivators, Qi Jin looked at them absent-mindedly, and his eyes fell on a group of people coming from a distance.

She is very familiar with repair robes of different colors, Yu Qingque's disciple.

It's just that none of them are familiar, and they are all miserable, as if they were kicked out from somewhere, their repair robes are in tatters, and they support each other.

Immediately afterwards, there was a mass of red light in the distance, as if something had torn apart the space, and two figures jumped out, one repairing the robe was stained with blood, and it could be faintly seen from the foot of the robe that the original color should be white.

The other is dark, with long hands and feet, and white skin. They are intertwined and fighting, causing the surrounding space to vibrate, flying sand and flying stones.

Qi Jin tried his best to see it clearly, but he didn't expect that in his dream he was still a little afraid of this evil spirit, and he couldn't get close at all.

Also silenced.

Then don't read it.

She yawned, as if it had nothing to do with her.

There was another wave of battle. She raised her eyes and saw that the winner had already been decided. The one in the repair robe was pierced through the heart by a palm in black and fell heavily to the ground.

It happened to land at Qi Jin's feet.

Qi Jin took a step back in fright, and the man in black walked over with a heart in his hand, his face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see his true colors anymore.

This dying one was no different, with strands of tattered repair robes, one of which covered half of her face.

Warriors.

Walking over, this one looks like a boss.

Qi Jin looked over reverently, but he didn't expect to see a pair of empty eyes.

Where did I see the same pair of eyes?

But whose monk's eyes are green.

Qi Jin lowered his head, and the man in black grabbed the hair of the one who was lying down, and looked very hard.

It seems that they want to break back the other party's gaze.

Looking up while lying down, maybe because of the angle, Qi Jin suddenly felt that this person looked a bit like Feng Changyu.

If you think about it this way, if you look at it again, you can match it everywhere.

She wanted to look at it for a while, but changed places again.

It was a suffocating battlefield just now, but now it has turned into a bustling street market.

At night, the colorful lights are shining, the vendors on both sides are constantly hawking, and the sound of instrumental music comes from the end of the street. Then the petals first floated to the ground, and then a group of people carrying sedan chairs.

The children on one side cheered.

The number of people gradually increased, following the group of people.

When passing by here, Qi Jin glanced curiously, just in time for the woman in the sedan chair to look out.

too……

It looks good.

Qi Jin calmed down instantly from being frightened by the battlefield just now, this kind of thrilling beauty is also somewhat empty.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a house again.

The lanterns and festoons seemed to be holding a banquet. Qi Jin walked around with a few maidservants, and met a group of people who didn't know if they were his wife or concubine. The woman was tall, but she was in good shape. The skin color of the little girl she led followed her mother's, but she was a little timid.

When passing by, Qi Jin felt as if his sleeve was pulled by that child.

When she turned around, the little girl had been led by her mother and disappeared into the corridor.

The servant girl's footsteps were too fast, Qi Jin changed several groups of people, and finally followed him to another courtyard, so he froze in place.

A house that looks like a birdcage.

The maid pushed open the door, and Qi Jin rushed in. The lights inside were brightly lit, and a small figure was lying on the round bed in the center.

Hairy kid?

……

The life of a cultivator cannot be compared with that of ordinary people. Wen Xuanqing attends classes day after day, and has long forgotten the appearance of his master Leng Qiuzi, only remembering that the other party's voice is as cold as his surname.

His second senior sister had been lying in bed for nearly a month. To be honest, it was quite boring to go to the class alone.

Now he finally understands why Qi Jin was so unwilling to take lessons before.

The disciples of the other three sects always get together and chatter very well, but he, who is wearing a moon-white robe, mingles among them, always looking nondescript.

Every time they passed by, the group of people would stop and fight, as if they were talking bad about him just now.

It was hard for him not to care, let alone Qi Jin.

However, Wen Xuanqing was not as good as Qi Jin in terms of heartlessness, and he was devastated by the lessons, and it was enough for him to suffer every day just to cope with the homework left by the teacher.This kind of pain lasted infinitely throughout the day, accompanied by back pain in the morning class. Fortunately, Yuqingque has a lot of spiritual energy, and there are pills for recuperation in each class, otherwise he would have died suddenly because of this kind of class.

Without Qi Jin yelling in his ear to look for Yuling twice in three days, Wen Xuanqing didn't have the nerve to look for him again.

It's just that we meet in the dining hall occasionally and sit and eat together.

But this would also arouse other people's discussion, so Yuling remained silent even more, almost buried her head in the plate.

Young people feel even more irritable. After school, they go straight to the Moon Gate and practice day after day.

As a result, before he reached his own courtyard today, he ran into Leng Qiuzi.

Some of the inner disciples of the Moon Sect had never seen Leng Qiuzi before, and when they suddenly saw a female cultivator in white with an extraordinary bearing, they couldn't help discussing a few words, and then they were scolded by the disciples they knew well, and they bowed their heads and bowed their heads together and shouted respectfully Hello sir.

Leng Qiuzi still looked condensed.

It seemed that standing next to her would freeze to death.

Wen Xuanqing was about to call out to Master, but Leng Qiuzi spoke first: "How are you doing in class recently?"

"It's okay."

Wen Xuanqing lowered his head, looking at the string of colored gemstones hanging on his master's waist, feeling a bit cold.

"Don't relax."

Leng Qiuzi walked towards Yiting Misty Rain, Wen Xuanqing originally didn't intend to follow, but the master has come over, should his senior sister wake up?

Before stepping into Yiting Misty Rain, there was a commotion behind him. Wen Xuanqing turned around and saw that it was Su Ming who came over.

Su Mingzhen came here very frequently this month, those who didn't know thought she was from the Moon Gate.

Naturally, Su Mingzhen also saw Leng Qiuzi, and she hadn't seen Leng Qiuzi a few times before, so she had a subtle impression of Leng, the director's blessing.

The deputy director would report to the director about the cultivation progress of the disciples in the sect every month, no one had set foot in Fengzhi's leisure hall, as if she had imprisoned herself in one place.

It looks lively, but in fact it is extremely lonely.

Occasionally, Feng Zhi would ask about Ji Bi's situation, and Su Mingzhen understood that his boss wanted to know whether Chief Leng had returned or not.

They were obviously the famous teachers and sisters in the world back then, but now they are strangers.

"Hi, Master Leng."

Su Ming stepped forward with a smile.

Leng Qiuzi also recognized Su Mingzhen, even though she thought she rarely showed up in various tests or ceremonies in the palace, she would always show up several times.

Su Mingzhen's voice is very special, and he is particularly outstanding every time he presides over the ceremony, and he is also the deputy director of the Star Gate with the longest tenure.

"How is your boss doing?"

"It was a good meeting last time, but the director has been in the Xianting Pavilion, shutting the door."

Leng Qiuzi hummed.

She had no expression on her face, and the greetings were very perfunctory.

Su Mingzhen didn't care, but Leng Qiuzi asked, "Why did you come here?"

"I'm going to see Junior Sister Wujin."

It was rare for Wen Xuanqing to hear Deputy Su call her second senior sister's name seriously.

One side is seven catties and seven catties, Qi Wujin, no matter what, five catties is more pleasing to the ear.

"You are quite familiar."

"I hit it off with Junior Sister Wujin..."

When he was outside Qi Jin's house, Wen Xuanqing happened to see Shuzheng coming back from the dining hall.

The blue-clothed woman was obviously in a bad mood, seeing Leng Qiuzi, she hurriedly called Chief Leng——

"My master..."

In the room, Feng Changyu was sitting beside Qi Jin, she looked like she would collapse in the wind, and stared at Qi Jin with frowns.

Su Ming leaned forward, "What did you see?"

The tone of her words was quite provocative, Feng Changyu turned around and was about to refute, but saw her master approaching with a solemn face, and put his hand on Qi Jin's pulse, "Lihun?"

When Leng Qiuzi came, she had already heard from Feng Changyu, she thought it was just the reaction of something in Qi Jin's body, but she didn't expect it to be so serious.

Wen Xuanqing regretted coming here a bit.

The people in the room had different expressions, and he had already sensed the tense relationship between the elder sister and Deputy Secretary Su.

On the second day after the second senior sister passed out, deputy director Su had a long argument with the senior sister when he learned the whole story.

If it wasn't for Feng Changyu's bad behavior, there would probably be a fight.

The word Lihun sounds simple and serious.

If it's an ordinary problem, Su Mingzhen, who is in the alchemy gate, can also diagnose and treat it, but Qi Jin's body is fine.

"Why do you want to test her cultivation?"

Leng Qiuzi asked Feng Changyu.

"I don't think my junior sister is lacking in cultivation, so I think..."

Feng Changyu's words were interrupted by Su Mingzhen, "Are you going to investigate other people's cultivation with your own body in such a state?"

"I have the numbers."

"How many times will this happen?"

Feng Changyu couldn't argue with a hundred words.

"I can only go to..."

Leng Qiuzi pursed her lips, stood up, and said to Su Mingzhen, "Feng Zhi, please come here."

Su Mingzhen: "..."

She thought to herself why you have to take so much trouble to let her do what you can solve with the sound transmission talisman.

Su Mingzhen was about to send another voice transmission to her boss, when Feng Zhi's voice sounded outside the door——

"Do your best for your apprentice, Mr. Leng."

Feng Zhi came meandering over in a purple gauze dress, before stepping through the door, Wen Xuanqing smelled the other person's fragrance, he couldn't help sneezing, turned his head and covered his mouth.

Mature women are a bit scary, and he can't help but miss Yuling.

Su Mingzhen felt that when he saw Leng Qiuzi, it was quite correct to summon his supervisor.

Although she didn't know if the two of them had any old grievances, at least she should report the whereabouts of Director Leng.

It was the first time Feng Changyu saw her master's blank expression.

She retreated to the side, and when Feng Zhi passed by her master, she snorted coldly, then bent down to check on Qi Jin's situation.

Yesterday was the deputy director's routine visit, and Feng Zhi also listened to Su Mingzhen's plea.

Originally planned to come here today, when Leng Qiuzi came back, she couldn't wish for it.

Qi Jin's Lihun doesn't mean that all the three souls and seven souls have been withdrawn, it's just that one of the souls has gone to nowhere, and the soul-returning mirror can recall it.

It's just that this mirror is the treasure of the star gate, and the process for ordinary people to recover their souls is extremely complicated.

But not everyone can be hired by the head of the Star Gate.

Not to mention ordinary disciples.

Although Yuqingque belongs to a sect of cultivating Taoism, the distinction between superiority and inferiority is quite clear.

Even if Su Mingzhen made a request, it still depends on whether the principal responds.

She and Feng Zhi are not in a close master-student relationship either, she appeared to be very popular, but in fact she has only a few close people.

Before Qi Jin could clearly see the face of the girl in the feather coat in the cage, he was pulled dizzily by a burst of tugging.

Opening his eyes in a daze, he saw a silhouette in purple.

Feng Zhi stuffed Qi Jin with a pill, turned his back to Leng Qiuzi, and said——

"You owe me, what do you want to pay?"

What are you doing?

What's the situation?

Why is this mature female director at my bedside, and why is the master back?

She swallowed the elixir blankly, tears streaming down her face from the bitterness.