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Qi Qingfeng's misfortune is not just a matter of a day or two. All members of the Holy Fire Cult, including the ladies sweeping the floor, know that the leader of the Holy Fire Cult is an unlucky ghost who might trip over him to death even while walking.In addition, all members of the Sacred Fire Sect also know that the two current guardians of the Sacred Fire Sect are quite difficult thorns, and their goal in life is to kill the current leader to death.

For example, now.

If it wasn't for Qi Qingfeng's quick reaction, the row of shining silver needles on the ground would have pierced her into a hornet's nest.Flicking the wide sleeve robe, Qi Qingfeng didn't even look at the row of silver needles on the ground, strode over, and went directly back to the room to deal with the rest of the teaching affairs.

This kind of drama will be staged three to four times a day, and she is very used to dealing with such and such troubles, intentional or unintentional.

Xia Yan stomped her feet, and shouted at the figure on the roof: "Brother Baitian, you are bullying Brother Qingfeng, so I will ignore you!"

As soon as the words were finished, a white shadow floated down from the roof, and that person steadily walked around a row of silver needles on the ground, and stood in front of Xia Yan.Dressed in a white robe during the day, warm and moist as jade, black eyes like ink, clear as water, looking like a banished fairy from a distance, but bright and brilliant up close. "Good Yaner, where am I bullying the leader, I'm just training the leader's ability to respond."

Xia Yan pouted her mouth and asked, "A silver needle that has been quenched with poison?"

There was a hint of cunning in the depths of Bai Tian's eyes, and he said: "Yan'er, you should know that previous leaders should not be afraid of poison."

Xia Yan puffed her cheeks, and muttered: "Where have I been in office, brother Qingfeng will only be serving for the second time."

Bai Tian looked into the room with a smile on his face, and just as he was about to say something, he saw a black shadow being thrown out from inside.The black shadow was thrown not far away, just avoiding the poisoned silver needles on the ground that had not been disposed of.The person who was thrown out was wearing a black robe and was on the ground on one knee. His ink-like long hair was fixed in a bun behind his head with an ebony hairpin, and the rest was loosely scattered behind his head.The young man's sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, the bridge of his nose was straight and upright, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and under his sword eyebrows were a pair of star eyes, as black as a secluded pool.

"Oh, what did I say before?" Bai Zhou raised his eyebrows, his tone gloating. "Ah, by the way, I said before that he will definitely throw you out of it, no matter how powerful your invisibility is."

Hei Yan got up, his eyes were calm, and said: "His kung fu has improved a lot."

Xia Yan looked at Hei Yan and Bai Zhou, and said helplessly: "Can you two stop thinking of tricks every day to nick Brother Qingfeng? He is the master of a sect, and he not only has to deal with the affairs of the sect, but also retreats to practice exercises every day. Why don't you, his two guardians, want to share some of the burden for Brother Qingfeng?"

Putting his arms around his chest, Bai Tian said with a smile: "Those who are able work harder, who made our leader so capable? Every day he handles the work of Hei Yan and me in advance, how can we share it for him? Huh?"

Just as Xia Yan opened her mouth to say something, Qi Qingfeng's clear voice came from within. "Since this is the case, from now on, the important affairs of the major branches of the teaching center in the Western Regions will be handled by Protector Bai."

Bai Zhou's smiling face froze: "..."

Hei Yan had no expression on his face, but just calmly patted off the dust that had just been stained on the robe.

"Yan'er, go and pack your luggage, and follow me to the customs tomorrow." Inside the room, Qi Qingfeng was holding a letter that was mixed in a pile of academic affairs. The envelope was not signed, but the handwriting was Qi Quiet, her master's handwriting.Standing with his hands behind his back, Qi Qingfeng looked up at the plaque above, frowned and said: "Hei Guardian, from tomorrow onwards, you will be in charge of all the affairs of the teaching. If you have any questions, let Mr. Chen send a letter to me." Voice As soon as he landed, he stopped talking, only heard a 'bang', and the door that was still open was closed forcefully.

When Xia Yan heard that she was going to pass, she was very excited. She clapped her hands, happily lifted the corner of her skirt and ran to Shuiyueju where she lived.

Bai Zhou and Hei Yan exchanged glances, and both looked at the closed door.After silently disposing of the poisoned silver needles on the ground, Bai Tian lowered his voice after cleaning up, "There are still two years left, and in two more years, our leader should be 26."

Hei Yan stared at Bai Tian's face with a gloomy expression, and said, "I won't let him die. It's a blessing that we can be adopted by the masters, and that we can be sent to the master to practice by the leader himself. Now, it's our gratitude when."

Bai Li curled his lips in distaste, and said, "Since we met him, we have been repaying him. If we hadn't thought of ways to create disasters for him every day, how could he have survived until now?"

Hei Yan: "..." He is alive and kicking because of his strong strength and tenacious belief→_→

Bai Tian let out a long breath, looked into the distance, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"There may be his life in the pass."

"...Heh, it's better not to turn from life into a love disaster similar to a rotten peach blossom."

Bai Tian said it in a joking tone, and Hei Yan frowned somewhat dissatisfied with this.Glancing at Hei Yan, Bai Tian put on a serious expression and faced Hei Yan again.

"He is Qi Qingfeng, the saint of our Sacred Fire Cult. With his ferocity, no matter how great the catastrophe is, he will turn into life." He patted Hei Yan on the shoulder, and said with a smile in the daytime: "I know what you are worried about, don't worry, With the girl Yan'er around, he can definitely turn bad luck into good fortune." Besides, they can't spend their whole life making trouble for Qi Qingfeng and avoiding the catastrophe of fate.After all, they are also the two major protectors of the Sacred Fire Cult. Life can't always be aimed at finding trouble with the leader, it's too useless!

It was night, Qi Qingfeng tidied up his baggage, fixed the left and right walls with a rope, and lay down directly on the thin rope to sleep.This is a skill that Qi Qingfeng has practiced in this world, sleeping on a rope.Back then, when she was Qi Qingfeng, a young green girl in the modern 21st century, she was particularly envious of Aunt Xiaolongnv who could sleep on a rope.Now, I have worn it myself, and I have also worn it in the so-called rivers and lakes (probably!), I have learned a whole body of kung fu, how can I not sleep on the rope!So, when she was 12 years old, she finally learned the unique skill of sleeping rope.And after learning this unique skill, she is no longer used to sleeping in a decent bed.

veryverysad╭(╯^╰)╮

The next day, Qi Qingfeng took Xia Yan to the pass under the instructions of the two guardians and the six elders in the sect.

To the west, it's hot enough during the day, but cold enough to your bones at night.Qi Qingfeng, who set off with the sub-rudder firm that had business dealings in the pass, led Xia Yan to follow far behind on horseback.Qi Qingfeng didn't plan to stay with the firm all the time, she would take Xia Yan to Qinyang City when she entered the customs.

The Sacred Fire Cult has many businesses in the pass, and in the past six months, shopkeepers in several towns have lost contact with them for no reason, and the silk shop Lang Silk Store in Qinyang City was the first shop that lost contact with them.There are two things in this trip to the customs. One is to find out why these shopkeepers lost contact with the helmsmen of the major commercial houses in the Western Regions for no reason.The other thing is to make a name for yourself, making the name of the Sacred Fire Cult resound in the pass.

Well, the first thing Qi Qingfeng will do well.

The second matter is casual (￣_,￣) Who cares about her funny master! !

It was already ten days after they arrived at Qinyang City, when people and horses entered the city, at a glance, they could see blue bricks and stone tiles, full of ancient Jiangnan charm.It was Xia Yan's first time entering the customs, and what she saw and heard was novel to her. She followed Qi Qingfeng, and her bright and dark pupils looked around curiously.

There were quite a lot of people in Qinyang City, but there was a chill in it.Not far away, dozens of strong men dressed in rough clothes with open skirts and sweating profusely came straight over carrying a dozen coffins.The big men were covered in soot and dirt, but the coffins they carried were all brand new, not even painted, obviously made in a hurry.

Squinting his eyes, Qi Qingfeng pulled the horse and Xia Yan back to the two sides, suddenly a gust of cold wind slowly blew past his side, just this one blow made the hairs all over Qi Qingfeng's body explode.

"Brother Qingfeng, you're so deadly angry." Xia Yan tugged at Qi Qingfeng's sleeve and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Frowning, Qi Qingfeng felt that the cliff of Qinyang City was against him.The coffin that was carried over looked like there were too many newly mourned people, so many that there was no time to make the coffin.Judging from the current situation, it is estimated that people die every day in Qinyang City!Oh, what a fucking Thomas!

"Let's find an inn first." As soon as the team waiting to carry the coffin left, Qi Qingfeng and Xia Yan took their horses to a nearby inn to get a job.

There are many inns in Qinyang City, Qi Qingfeng and Xia Yan don't need to choose, just find any one.Today's Qinyang City has no business travelers, and those who didn't come probably went around. To outsiders, this Qinyang City is probably not as simple as a fierce city.

It is simply a life-threatening city.

The saying that money can make ghosts grind is really a truth throughout the ages. I rewarded the waiter with some broken silver, and the other party really knew everything.From the waiter in the shop, they understood why so many people died for no reason in Qinyang City.Birds die for food, people die for wealth, this sentence is also quite true, the people who died in Qinyang City all died for a word of money.

"It's terrible to be uneducated." Xia Yan said with emotion after listening to the waiter's words.

Playing with the not-so-delicate porcelain cup in his hand, Qi Qingfeng snorted coldly: "Ghosts and ghosts? Heh, they are all scary tricks of low-class people." The person who wanted to play tricks in front of her and Xia Yan really kicked the iron plate this time. up.

Everyone in the headquarters of the Holy Fire Sect is a cultivator, even the lady who sweeps the floor has some cultivation, not to mention the six elders including the rudder master and above them, the two guardians, the saint and the saint.Oh, by the way, the saint of the Holy Fire Sect is the leader of the Sacred Fire Cult. Basically, except for the two guardians and Xia Yan who kept calling Qi Qingfeng Qingfeng's elder brother, everyone inside and outside the sect respected Qi Qingfeng as the saint.

It is the honorific title and alias of this special cult that makes no one in the Western Regions not regard the Sacred Fire Cult as a demon cult.

So, choosing a name is really important! !