I have been assisting these years

There are hundreds of people traveling down the mountain together this time.

In the end, they dispersed and set off in groups of several people.

The instructions of the principals were really trivial, a group of disciples were chattering below, but when they really waited for the sentence "down the mountain", they were quiet for an instant.

Excitement is mixed with reluctance.

Bending to say farewell to the disciples, many people's voices were slightly hoarse.

Although there is a time limit for traveling, no matter whether you live or die, no one knows whether you will come back alive.

I have gone down the mountain countless times before, but Qi Jin has never felt so reluctant.

The team at the foot of the mountain had almost gone one after another, and she was still turning around every step of the way, and even wanted to go back to Jingyu with Shuzheng.

The task is not done, anyway, in the real world, not only her parents are dead but also she has no money, she might as well stay here and be a second generation fairy.

"Second senior sister! Let's go to Yangcheng first, shall we?"

Wen Xuanqing asked a question. He was holding a spirit map, which was a Marauder's map made by the core members of the Dao League about the distribution of ghost aura. The disciples who traveled in Yuqingque had a copy, and most of them followed the instructions above.

There are two star gate disciples in their team, Yu Ling and another direct disciple, surnamed Lu and named Yuan Xing, who was the one who quarreled with Qi Jin in the canteen last time.

Yuling was not very familiar with the direct disciples, and she only maintained the only respect she had, and followed Wen Xuanqing.

After going down the mountain, all sects changed their robes. After all, not only were they hunting demons, but also powerful demons were trying to hunt monks to increase their cultivation.

Qi Jin held her sword, which had shrunk countless times like a pendant, and played with it in one hand, without raising her head, "Ask Eldest Sister."

Feng Changyu stood aside, she had never seen any emotional fluctuations.

On the contrary, the rest of the disciples were very curious about her and kept trying to strike up a conversation.

"Then go to Yangcheng."

There is no doubt about this, other people's spirit map may really be determined by the ghost aura of various places, so what their team took was based on the guidance of Qi Jin's ghost aura to locate another ghost seal.

Of course Qi Jin knew, so she was very depressed.

The day before yesterday, I was called by Leng Qiuzi, and she was bloodletted before the master could tell.

She seemed to be a little dizzy, and she was groggy.

However, her master was so serious that she didn't even dare to complain. She just watched her master take half a bowl of her blood and splash it on a piece of paper.

Qi Jin didn't expect that his blood was still steaming black.

It was as if he had some incurable disease.

"Oh...then we..."

"Don't worry."

Feng Changyu's voice was still soft, and Qi Jin could see the enthusiastic eyes of several male disciples.

I thought it would be extremely troublesome to be on the team with this person.

But it didn't take long for her to regret thinking so.

The villages along the way were very peaceful, and there were fireflies when they slept in the open at night. A few disciples went out for a stroll, and Wen Xuanqing and Yu Ling also went out.

Qi Jin felt that it was boring to be alone with Feng Changyu, so he followed him out.

But in the opposite direction, she walked towards the top of the mountain.

No matter how long it took, it was hard for her to break the habit.

I like high places.

The taste of the mountain breeze is different from place to place, with the taste of local green plants.

Facing the cliff, she was in a daze again.

But not long after, a burst of murderous aura struck, and when Qi Jin turned around with a big ferocious hand reaching out behind him, the tip of that finger was extremely long, and the nails caught her hair, which was extremely sharp.

Half of the braid was cut off.

Qi Jin was already irritable, but as soon as he turned around and saw the ugly face of this ghost, he suddenly felt a little nauseous.

The bracelet-like jewelry she hung on her wrist turned into an epee.

But it was still the first time to kill a ghost, the blade missed half a point, and only cut off the hand that cut off her braid.

This kind of thing doesn't seem to feel pain, as if it smells something in Qi Jin that makes it yearn for by nature, it still rushes upwards.

Qi Jin's sword looked extremely heavy, as if it would break her wrist.

But she used it very lightly. When she turned around, the sword body changed into a streamer, and the sword energy flew away. When it entered the body, it shattered the ghost's body.

Debris fell to the floor.

Qi Jin heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately he had put on a dust-proof spell, otherwise his whole body would be dirty.

She also lost interest and continued to look at the scenery and went down the mountain.

Before reaching the foot of the mountain, they were outflanked in the pine forest. Just now, one of them was a relatively stupid one. She can still react, and now there are more than a dozen of them.

Is this wholesale?

She licked her lips, and the charms in her spiritual sac flew out, and then she swung the sword instantly, stepping on the pine needles with her toes, and there were countless paragraphs as soon as the sword light passed.

"New village mission?"

She felt more and more irritable, and hurried on her feet. As soon as she reached the foot of the mountain, she found Wen Xuanqing's group fighting with ghosts.

Star Gate disciples are not good at this, only a few blasting talismans can be used, Wen Xuanqing is still a long-range archer, although his swordsmanship is passable, he can only rely on his cultivation to protect Yu Ling.

The little girl was holding Wen Xuanqing's arm. When Qi Jin joined the war zone, the ghost killed by Wen Xuanqing accidentally splashed blood on his sleeve, which stinks.

Wen Xuanqing: "I'm sorry."

Qi Jin: "Go where you are."

She frowned, as if she was going to get angry in the next moment, but she protected the two of them from each other, her epee slashed with light, and limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The difficulty of ghosts has been mentioned countless times in "Tao Lun".

Some can even regenerate.

The monsters bred in the extremely dark place are edible and have a strict hierarchy. The higher the level of cultivation, the more human-like they are.

Of course, some of the hybrids born with humans are more human-like in appearance, except for the eyes that are difficult to distinguish.

Seeing more and more ghosts coming out of the ground, even if their cultivation level is not very low, they still can't stand up to the endless stream of things, Qi Jin was almost blown by Lu Yuanxing's blasting talisman, and immediately roared said a word——

"Are you a friendly army? You can show your true colors."

Wen Xuanqing swung the sword while protecting Yuling, thinking that the second senior sister still had time to joke around at this time, and her cultivation has improved a lot.

Qi Jin's face was stained with black blood, she wiped it with her sleeve, and the epee cut off the hideous head of the ghost, then turned to Wen Xuanqing and asked, "Where is Feng Changyu?"

"I have no idea……"

"Where did you go at the critical moment?"

"The elder sister seems to have gone to the mountain stream, and she said she wants to freshen up."

Qi Jin: "..."

It's too stinky.

This wilderness is boundless, and she even felt that Feng Changyu deliberately found this place so that they would be eaten up by the ghost clan.

But now there is no time to engage in conspiracy theories, Qi Jin has to protect that weak Lu Yuanxing, muttering whether your star gate can do it, why not the Yang gate next door, while praising Chen who is wielding a sword in the distance Disciple.

Seeing that the number is increasing, Qi Jin is about to die, and suddenly there is a powerful sword energy in the distance, and there are countless places where the energy reaches, Qi Jin almost splits his fork and falls with the ghosts.

A person came from far and near.

Feng Changyu is about the same height as Qi Jin, and walking around with a veil is like a weak Liu Fufeng. Those who don't know think she is a young lady.

Who dares to push someone with a rich body, Qi Jin baked countless steamed buns on the way, and Feng Changyu sat alone in the distance.

Compared with this group of fake cultivators, she looks like the real one, bigu is real bigu, unlike Qi Jin, who wished to eat a few more mouthfuls.

"Are you hurt?"

Feng Changyu's hair was still dripping, and it seemed that he had washed it halfway.

Qi Jin waved away the hand that was about to hold her, and shook his head, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Her indifference was almost written on her face.

Feng Changyu was not angry, and turned to ask other disciples.

She spoke softly, which flattered a group of people.

Wen Xuanqing was speechless watching the two senior sisters get along with each other.

But he won't ask, the elder sister is always mysterious, and she won't tell you if you ask her, the second elder sister has a bad temper, so don't scold her.

It was another chaotic trimming, stumps, broken arms, disgusting heads were spread all over the floor, Yu Ling went to pick up things that could make alchemy, Wen Xuanqing followed, he was reluctant to let Yu Ling do the skinning.

All within the visible range, Qi Jin sat under a tree and slowly wiped her sword.

Although there are many convenient charms for cultivating Taoism, she still likes to relieve her mood in this way occasionally.

The dressing gown on her body has been changed, it looks very elegant from a distance, but when you get closer, you can find the dark patterns embroidered with luxurious silk thread on her dressing gown.

It's already half a month, and there are ravens overhead.

The distant village was silent.

Qi Jin silently wiped her epee with the rustle of fallen leaves blown by the wind.

A shadow fell on her first.

She raised her eyelids to look at the person, then lowered her head again, as if I didn't want to talk to you.

Feng Changyu can probably guess why Qi Jin has such an attitude.

because of her status.

Before leaving, Leng Qiuzi called her to the Qiufeng Pavilion. It happened that Qi Jin was poured a bowl of blood. Naturally, he could heal by taking a pill, but the girl was full of resentment and did not dare to complain, so she could only look at her in silence. Master making the Marauder's Map.

Qi Jin didn't look good when Feng Changyu passed by.

Later, when he heard that Feng Changyu was really a ghost, he rolled his eyes.

She is not afraid, but the more resentment in her heart is that she seems to have been deliberately tricked into this book.

Even if Wen Xuanqing fits the character design, she dare not easily believe that everything is written according to the outline.

After all, what Feng Changyu wrote on the outline back then was "noble, rich and beautiful, with a perfect wifely face".But according to her memory, Feng Changyu's blurry face without a veil, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the word "wife face", right?

Compatibility is quite in line with the identity of the son of a ghost.

Weird.

If it weren't for the way she looked anxious to save her at that time, Qi Jin might not want to talk to her even more.

She knew that her own unreasonable troubles were nothing more than nowhere to vent, and she couldn't find the instigator, so she could only vent to the people and things around her.

"Sister-in-law."

Feng Changyu's voice was still gentle, her outline was outlined by the moonlight, and the same repair robe could make her feel very pitiful, not to mention her current posture.

The son of a ghost, he knows a lot about ghosts.

Why did Leng Qiuzi accept such a disciple?

If I was accepted as a disciple because of the ghost seal in my body, then Chang Yu was accepted because she could find the rest based on my ghost seal and take it away?

"What are you doing?"

The epee in Qi Jin's hand turned into a bracelet and put it on her thin wrist. Feng Changyu glanced at it, and took a few steps closer.

Finally, she sat beside Qi Jin and held Qi Jin's hand who was about to get up.

"Junior Sister's pig just dropped."

Qi Jin lowered his eyes, and there was a black pig in Feng Changyu's palm, still sound asleep.

Really good pig.

Qi Jin accepted it, stuffed it into his sleeve, and said thank you.

"Junior Sister seems to hate me..."

Feng Changyu let go, she didn't look at Qi Jin when she said this, it was like asking herself in a low voice.

Qi Jin turned around, this time she bowed her head.

"I do not have."

I don't hate it, nor do I like it, I'm just impatient.

She seemed to have fallen into a trap and was pushed away by the people and things around her. No matter how optimistic she was, it was hard to let go of her suddenly.

"How about sitting down and talking to me?"

Feng Changyu suddenly took off her veil, and half of her face, which looked strange because of the black peach blossoms, suddenly appeared in front of Qi Jin, like a gesture of goodwill.

Qi Jin was stunned for a moment.

Don't turn your face away, "What if someone from the same door comes over and sees it?"

"They won't be coming anytime soon."

"So do they."

Qi Jin also understood.

She didn't feel sleepy, so she simply sat down, but Feng Changyu sat closer.

The dizzying aroma floated over again.

"Feng Changyu, do you know something?"

Qi Jin picked up the fallen leaves on his lap and asked in a low voice.

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