Immortal Young Man on Campus

Ye Qianqian asked nervously, "How am I?"

The head of the Tang Sect was full of approval, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Genius! You are a genius who uses poison. I have successors in the Tang Sect, ancestors and ancestors, and you can rest your eyes under Jiuquan."

Ye Qianqian was embarrassed to be praised, and said, "Am I really that good?"

"Of course, you are my granddaughter."

Ye Qianqian raised his head and said, "Then I accept your compliment."

The Tang Sect Master changed the subject and asked thoughtfully, "How are you and Yu Mo?"

Ye Qianqian looked embarrassed and said, "What are you asking about?"

The head of the Tang Sect said solemnly: "This kid is a talent, you must not miss it."

Ye Qianqian rolled his eyes, and said coquettishly, "How can you and my mother have sex?"

The sect master of Tang Sect laughed: "Hahaha, she is my daughter, and of course she has **** with me."

After a slight pause, he added: "I have already obtained the Poison Sutra, and I must return to the Tang Sect to retreat and practice, so as to fully explore the essence of the Poison Sutra as soon as possible."

"So soon?" Ye Qianqian looked awe-inspiring and reluctant to part.

Before, she had never had contact with the Sect Master of Tang Sect. In the past few days, the Sect Master of Tang Sect took great care to teach her various stunts, even poison scriptures.

These concerns cannot be faked.

Unconsciously, Ye Qianqian's feelings for him also increased day by day.

"Yeah, when I have discovered the mystery of the Poison Sutra, I will give it all to you. In the days to come, you must not slack off, you must cultivate hard. The journey of cultivation is to sail against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat." Tang The door host said earnestly.

Ye Qianqian looked serious and promised.

Tang Dieyi has returned to the capital of Shu and is talking secretly with her husband, and the content is related to Ling Yao.

Tang Dieyi was actually frightened and threatened, which shocked both of them.

It's even more intriguing because it's about sternness.

"Ling Li is definitely not simple, it's not easy to hide." Tang Dieyi vowed: "The woman turned out to be a cultivator, and she stood up for Ling Yao, obviously she was very protective of her."

She concluded that it was impossible for Ling Li to not know the woman.

"Brother Zhun, do you think my speculation is correct?" Tang Dieyi asked for advice, his eyes fell on her husband, Ye Zhun, the helm of the Ye family.

Ye Zhun pondered for a long time and said, "It's not unreasonable."

"Aren't you very familiar with Lingli? You are still assured of living your daughter in his villa, don't you find any clues?" Tang Dieyi asked in disbelief.

Ye Zhun shook his head with a wry smile: "Ling Li is really hidden, I didn't notice it at all. But from what I know about him, he must have difficulties."

"Difficulty? Isn't it a great thing to be a cultivator? You see that the identity of a cultivator of Lin Futu made the Lin family so beautiful at the beginning. What does he have to hide?" Tang Dieyi was very puzzled.

"I don't know." Ye Zhun shook his head regretfully.

"Then what to do next?" Tang Dieyi asked curiously.

Ye Zhun pondered for a while and said, "I'll try to find out what he's saying, don't be impatient. As for Qianqian and Yu Mo's affairs, young man, let it take its course, and don't interfere too much."

"Of course you're not in a hurry. This is my responsibility as a mother. It is my duty and duty." Tang Dieyi said indignantly.

Ye Zhun shook his head and had no choice but to go with her.

He really had a strong interest in Ling Li's identity, and recalled the bits and pieces between the two. Looking back now, there are indeed many clues.

"What is the origin of Lingli?"

With this question in mind, Ye Zhun called Ling Li.

Ling Li didn't know about Aunt Lan's presence on Ling Yao's behalf. After receiving Ye Zhun's call, as usual, there was no clue.

Ye Zhun slammed sideways and didn't get much useful information, but intuitively, he concluded that Ling Li must have some secret.

Because, when it comes to this issue, Ling Li is so Zuo that he doesn't take the move directly. Wouldn't this be a sign of a guilty conscience.

"Mr. Ling, do you know any practitioners?" Finally, Ye Zhun went straight in and asked directly.

He was stunned for a moment, paused for a while, and then quickly returned to normal, saying, "How could I know the practitioner."

At the same time, Ling Li's heart was already disturbed, and he kept guessing Ye Zhun's true purpose.

Ye Zhun smiled meaningfully: "You really don't know Dao? I thought you did. Please introduce me."

"Do you want to meet a practitioner?" Ling Li asked unexpectedly.

"Yeah, cultivators play a big role. You see, at the beginning of the Lin family, wasn't it just because of their status as cultivators that the strength of the Lin family increased day by day?" Ye Zhun deliberately lied.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a long time to say solemnly: "What role do practitioners have? Hasn't the Ye family already declined? Therefore, sometimes practitioners are a dangerous factor."

Ling Li always believed that his status as a practitioner was the source of danger, and naturally he didn't want Ye Zhun to be involved in the practitioner's affairs.

Ye Zhun didn't know Lingli's good intentions, but after a detailed analysis, he determined that Lingli must know the inside story.

"Ling Li, Ling Li, you even deceived me, the hiding is really deep enough." Ye Zhun was filled with emotion.

"You are free to come to Shudu, we haven't seen each other for so long." Ye Zhun took the initiative to invite, and decided to observe the fierce face-to-face, so as to draw the final conclusion.

After being stunned for a moment, Ling Li had to respond.

"I heard that practitioners are haunting Jiang'an, and Jiang'an is not peaceful. You have to be careful in Jiang'an." After Ye said meaningfully, he hung up the phone with a snap.

Ling Li listened to the beeps on the phone, and after reminiscing about this conversation, it became more and more intriguing.

"That's not right. He seems to have something to say." Ling Li murmured doubtfully.

"Brother Li, whose number is it?" Aunt Lan came over.

"Ye Zhun."

"He? What are you looking for?" Aunt Lan asked curiously. She paused slightly and said hesitantly, "I see, Tang Dieyi must have told him about it."

"What's up?"

Aunt Lan told the truth about her standing for Ling Yao.

The sharp pupils shrank, the light bloomed, and said: "Confused, why are you so reckless?"

Aunt Lan disagreed and retorted: "Hmph, they bullied Yaoyao, how can I turn a blind eye?"

Shaking his head sharply, he said, "Ye Zhun must have guessed my identity as a practitioner."

"So what? Brother Li, are we being too cautious? Don't you think Yu Mo's identity is not a secret? That's fine. Why should we be so cautious all the time?"

Ling Li's face sank, and he said, "Have you forgotten the lesson from the past? That was the lesson of blood. Yaoyao's mother sacrificed like that. How can we repeat the same mistakes?"