The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Ouyang, who sat on the paper crane, returned to the flower boat. As soon as he landed on the flower boat, he saw Leng Qingsong standing on the deck and looking at the palace in the sky in a daze.

It's a pity that Leng Qingsong has already changed out of the white gauze skirt, otherwise it would just be a picture of a cross-dressing man looking at the moon in a quiet time.

Ouyang was a little disappointed. His brother's dirty information was sold very well in Qingyun Sect!

Jumping off the paper crane, Leng Qingsong looked at Ouyang and asked softly: "Brother, I want to beat the master."

"That's right. When he comes back, I'll put the sack on you!" Ouyang nodded and said.

The old boy had quietly set up a trap for the two of them for more than ten years. Although it was for Leng Qingsong's good, he still deserved a beating. How dare he set up a trap for himself!

Leng Qingsong looked at the corner of the palace in the sky and said in a daze: "There seems to be something calling me in this palace,"

Ouyang squinted his eyes and looked at the majestic palace in the sky. Although he could only see a corner of the palace, he could still feel the magnificence and solemnity of the palace.

But looking at the shape of this palace, the high round vault looks like a tomb. Could it be that my brother summoned the tomb of an ancient immortal?

Ouyang turned to look at Leng Qingsong and said: "This is a gift from the old man. The contents inside will definitely be of great help to your Tao. Let's see what the old man, the headmaster, says when we return to the sect."

Regarding Ling Feng's matter, Ouyang still chose to conceal it. After all, it was all his own conjecture, and he was still not sure what Lao Ling's identity was.

If he had told his brother hastily, Ouyang could figure it out with his toes. As soon as he returned to the sect, Leng Qingsong would have charged Ling Feng with his sword.

Ouyang, a monk in the out-of-body stage, didn't care about it at all. The worst he could do was destroy his physical body, and then let the third brother destroy his soul. I guarantee that even his ashes would be spread.

What Ouyang is worried about is what else is hidden behind Ling Feng. A demon saint is weird enough, so why is there an existence that even the system can't determine?

This kind of thing has never happened since I traveled to this world. This is the first time that the system has garbled characters.

Before finding the clue, Ouyang still didn't plan to alert the enemy.

Moreover, after returning to the sect this time, I must refresh my knowledge about the soul, otherwise I will have no other choice but to jump in when facing monks who are beyond the out-of-body stage.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Leng Qingsong asked.

Ouyang came back to his senses, smiled and said, "I wonder how your grandfather is doing now? Seriously, is it really okay not to kill him?"

This time he came to the human world to cut off the mortal karma for his second son and save the old emperor's life. Will it affect Leng Qingsong's state of mind?

Leng Qingsong shook his head and said: "I have become Sword Heart Immaculate, and things in the mortal world have nothing to do with me. When I return to the small mountain peak, I want to retreat for a few days to stabilize my state."

Ouyang scratched his face. He was talking more and more. Is he out of the shadow of social fear?

Ouyang curiously opened the properties panel of his second son:

Name: Leng Qingsong (Son of the Plane)

Cultivation: First Level of Nascent Soul

Root bone: 10+1

Lucky: 10

Charisma: 10

Kendo qualification: 10+1

Exclusive skill: I am the sword!

Rating: A son of a plane with a bit of social phobia, a destined protagonist!

All attributes have remained unchanged, but the evaluation has changed from a little bit of social phobia to a little bit. Has it increased or decreased?

Ouyang looked at Leng Qingsong's attribute panel that had not changed much and shook his head. Ouyang no longer fully believed in the attribute panel created by his own system.

It is more useful to use this property panel to understand some specific situations.

After all, garbled characters can be typed. It seems that even the system in this world is unpredictable.

Ouyang and Leng Qingsong each went back to their respective rooms and threw the paper cranes on the deck, waiting for Tutu to take them back when he woke up tomorrow.

The flower boat flew in the direction of Qingyun Sect, speeding all the way.

Ouyang, who was sleeping in bed, was woken up by the sound of Tutu shouting and laughing.

He rubbed his eyes, but he still didn't realize what was going on.

Leng Qingsong opened the door and walked in and said, "Senior brother, Xiaoyue is leaving."

"Hey, Xiaoyue has called you? You won't secretly break through other people's windows in the middle of the night, right?" Ouyang heard Leng Qingsong's words and smiled at Leng Qingsong maliciously.

Leng Qingsong blushed and stammered: "I didn't!"

"Then she climbed through your window!" Ouyang said with certainty once he saw Leng Qingsong's expression.

"Brother, you..." Leng Qingsong stopped talking, silently stretched his hand to the hilt of the sword, and said that a hundred people tied together could not defeat Ouyang.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" When he saw his junior brother's hand touching the hilt of the sword, he knew that this kid couldn't afford it, so Ouyang said quickly.

Leng Qingsong glared at Ouyang, turned and left Ouyang's room.

Ouyang put on his clothes and walked out of the room. In the distance, he could vaguely see Qingyun Peak of Qingyun Sect.

"We're home!" Ouyang said with a sigh.

After only being away for a few days, Ouyang felt as if he had been out for a long time.

Hu Tutu rode a paper crane and flew around the flower boat, giggling and wandering around the flower boat.

In the past few days, Yi Yi had been suppressing his cultivation, which was really suffocating the child.

Chang Xiaoyue, who was wearing a bright red dress, strode over and glanced at Leng Qingsong affectionately.

The latter seemed to be electrocuted and just scratched his head in embarrassment.

Chang Xiaoyue secretly cursed an idiot, rolled her eyes at Leng Qingsong charmingly, and then looked at Ouyang and said: "Junior brother, from now on this is the territory of Qingyun Sect. It is really inconvenient for me to appear in Qingyun Sect. That’s why I sent you here.”

Ouyang nodded, and then thought of something. He took out two white porcelain bottles from his savings bag and handed them to Chang Xiaoyue and said, "This is my latest potpourri. One bottle is for you, and the other is for my wife."

Chang Xiaoyue took the white porcelain bottle and glanced at Leng Qingsong who was standing there blankly, sighed and smiled at Ouyang and said: "Junior Brother Ouyang, Master is indeed right, you are the most like Uncle Hu Yun. "

"The old man is far behind me!" Ouyang replied disdainfully. Can the old man with earthy love words or the perverted old man copied from him compare with himself?

Chang Xiaoyue also nodded in agreement and said: "This is the reason why Master asked me not to choose you. Like Master Hu Yun, you are gentle and considerate, making people feel that you are considerate, but in fact you are the most unfeeling person!"

"Why did my wife say that to me! What a slander! I don't even have a girlfriend!" Ouyang said angrily immediately.

He said it as if he was a scumbag, even though he was obviously still a virgin!

Chang Xiaoyue took a deep look at Leng Qingsong, and she bet her life on him. She chuckled and said, "So I believe in Master. It is better to choose an honest husband!"