Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

After separating from Fengxiu, Qin Liuxi returned to Qinglan Temple as if nothing had happened. He first gave the master of Qinglan Temple an injection, and then dove into the library of Qinglan Temple, where he stayed for two days.

Qin Liuxi acted as if nothing had happened, but Temple Master Qinglan could see that she was full of worries on her face, but she didn't ask anything.

In the ninth month of the golden autumn, Qin Liuxi left Qinglan Temple and returned to Qingping Temple. He first went to the back mountain path and stood at the stone for a long time before entering the secret room inside the temple and sorting out the formations in the library of Qinglan Temple. The pictures were placed on the table one by one.

The drawings all over the floor were circulating in her mind bit by bit, some were destroyed, some were abandoned, some were rebuilt, and then destroyed again, over and over again.

Seven days later, she looked at the broken pictures lying on the ground with dark eyes, and a sense of violence and powerlessness arose in her heart.

Boom.

Qin Liuxi turned around and saw a tablet falling from the shelf, instantly calming her violent mood.

She walked over, picked it up, and put it away again, then burned another stick of incense. She looked at each tablet, sat up cross-legged, and performed a technique with her hands to guide the spiritual energy to travel along the meridians of her body.

She was a little anxious.

Don't be impatient, that flirtatious fox said, a person's greatest enemy is himself, he must defeat himself first.

A week later, she came out of the secret room and saw two pairs of worried eyes.

"What are you doing here, Duchu?"

Little Ginseng looked into her eyes with disgust and said, "How many days have you not closed your eyes? Your eyes are as black as the bottom of a pot."

"Transform." Qin Liuxi said.

The little ginseng was a little puzzled, but it changed back to its true form obediently. But before it could stand firm, Qin Liuxi caught it and plucking out a few purple-red ginseng fruits.

"Ah ah ah, my fruit, my fruit." The little ginseng ran around holding its head.

Qin Liuxi threw two fruits into his mouth, chewed them, and praised: "Sure enough, accumulating more merit will help practice. The fruits are obviously sweeter and more energetic than before."

"It's four pills at a time, are you still a human being?" the little ginseng cried.

Qin Liuxi felt the energy brought by the ginseng fruit, and his eyes widened with laughter, and said: "Okay, don't pretend to cry, I will take you to find the baby."

Little Ginseng stopped crying immediately.

Teng Zhao also looked over.

Qin Liuxi thought clearly. She couldn't figure out the true core of the trapped immortal formation because her mind was not calm enough and her cultivation was not enough. Maybe it would be better to think differently.

Si Luobu was not in a hurry for such a big situation, and she couldn't be in a hurry.

Therefore, you have to go to Kunlun.

Fei Jackal stood under the Kunlun Mountains and felt a little emotional. He never expected that he would have to rely on the blessing of that arrogant younger generation to return to the Yangshi. However, the mountain was still the same mountain, a vast expanse of white, but the Qingping Sect could not even see a shadow. .

It's over. If I can't find it, will my head be twisted off again by that dead girl?

Fei Jackel touched his neck. It was cold. Is it because of the cold north wind?

"You seem a little uneasy. Are you feeling guilty?" Qin Liuxi suddenly appeared behind him.

Fei Jackal jumped up, floated a few steps away, and said, "I'm so scared of ghosts. How come you are more elusive than ghosts?"

He looked at the two boys beside Qin Liuxi. Seeing that they were both ten minutes taller, he couldn't help but ask, "Who are these two?"

"My disciples, Xuan Yi and Xiao Shen." Qin Liuxi said to Teng Zhao and the others: "This is the ninth generation head of the Qingping Sect, the predecessor of our Qingping Temple, Senior Fei Jackal."

Fei Jacky jumped a little: "My Taoist name is Fuxingzi, no matter how bad I am, I will still be Fei Sect Master."

The little ginseng recited the name, tilted his head and said: "Fei Jackal of the Qingping Sect, is he the loser who can't even draw the Five Thunder Talisman?"

What?

Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhao both looked at Little Ginseng, you actually know such gossip?

Fei Jackal's face changed and he glared at Little Ginseng: "What are you talking nonsense about?"

Xiao Ginseng looked him up and down and said: "I heard from the former Northern Ghost King Zhou Yu that the last leader of the Qingping Sect was named Fei Jack. As his name suggests, he was a loser who couldn't even draw the Five Thunder Talisman. He just walked away. He was a direct disciple who was unlucky enough to be dismissed by his master. However, his master was a shameless person who refused to admit that he was lame, so he helped him become the leader of the sect, but by that time the Qingping sect had already fallen. When he came to power, he had less than ten disciples, so is that Fei Jackal a loser like you?"

Fei Jack never expected that there would be rumors about his bad luck circulating in the world, so he immediately argued: "There is absolutely no such thing. I can't draw the Five Thunder Talisman. It's because I'm not proficient in the talisman, and I lost my money later by fighting with others." With my cultivation level, I am unable to draw the Five Thunder Talisman, so I am not the loser you call me."

People, the more guilty they are, the louder their voices will be.

Seeing Fei Jacky's excitement at being exposed, everyone present knew that the rumors were true.

Qin Liuxi's heart felt cold. It seemed that even if the ruins were found, there would be no treasure left.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Fei Zhen wanted to regain his respect. Qin Liuxi said: "Okay, no matter whether it is true or not, you are already dead."

As Xiao Ginseng said, the decline and decline of Qing Pingzong is not unjust.

How can I fight ghosts if I can't draw the Five Thunder Talisman?

Qin Liuxi suspected that he died from being used as cannon fodder.

Fei Zhen was a little sad and angry, and glared at Little Ginseng, blaming the little fat man. If it hadn't been for him, he wouldn't have been able to show off any of his predecessors' style.

"Stop staring, where is the ruins? Take us there quickly." Qin Liuxi said.

Fei Jack wanted to complain that he didn't know, but Qin Liuxi took out incense and burned it for him.

Smelling the nourishment of the soul fragrance, Fei Jackel shamefully obeyed.

If he had known this, he should have been reincarnated, and he would not have been affected by this bird spirit, and would have bowed to the ghost for this soul scent.

Well, this smells so delicious!

Fei Jackal floated forward, but the world has changed and times have changed. Although the mountain is the same mountain, with the snow, everything looks like it, but nothing is the same.

After finding the wrong place for the third time, Fei Jackal didn't dare to breathe ghostly anymore. He looked at Qin Liuxi and said, "Our Qingping Sect is very secretive. Otherwise, anyone can come and become our disciple." You can’t show your grand style even if you are studying art, right?”

Qin Liuxi said: "It seems that it's not possible to rely on you to find me."

Fei Jackal opened his mouth, but did not dare to speak for fear of being retaliated.

He turned toward Qin Liuxi and saw that she had taken a palm-sized compass from the young apprentice, and then drawn a soul-attracting talisman out of thin air. The talisman flashed with golden light in mid-air.

Fei Jackal was struck so hard that he became a ghost. Is this what the master said about a little spiritual light that can turn into a talisman?

Okay, his front wave is made useless by the back wave.

"This is?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw that with a wave of her hand, the talisman flew towards him and stuck to his body. Then, she hooked her hand and murmured the formula, hooking him to the compass. The pointer rotated rapidly, pointing to the west.

Fei Jackal: "..."

When he was guarding the Little Hell, he seemed to have heard a word said by the ghosts coming and going, what was it called, tool man?

He is now, probably, a tool soul used to guide the way. (End of chapter)