Villain: I am not good at fighting.

Imagination is rich, but reality is cruel. Although Master Lin Luo did not show any concern for her on the surface, Liu Muqing's keen intuition told her.

Master Lin Luo attached great importance to her. This feeling was similar to the way Hong Qi looked at her at the beginning, an expensive commodity waiting to be sold at a price.

The difference is that Hongqiu is naked and does not hide her true feelings at all, while Lin Luo disguises himself very well and only reveals a little expectation inadvertently.

At this time, the clouds in the sky rolled, and a huge blue ship emerged from the waves. On the sail of the ship, the word "Zhao" was written in a flamboyant style.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Muqing saw two beams of light, one golden and one black, descending towards this side. The person leading them was an old man, who was probably in the middle to late stage of the Jindan stage.

His face was serious, his breath was cold, he was wearing a black robe, and he was holding a human head with a burnt neck in his hand. Liu Muqing's pupils shrank slightly, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Because she recognized this head, the leader of the Hongluan Sect, Master Hongluan who was in the middle stage of the Jindan stage.

The leader of a sect was killed just like that?

Behind the old man was Lin Ling, a girl with pigtails who looked a bit like Lin Luo. She was holding a baby in her arms and was teasing it with interest.

"Old Lin, we have dealt with all the people. What about those disciples of the Red Luan Sect who were forced to join, and this child?"

The old man in black robe threw Hongluan's head in front of Master Lin Luo and asked in a cold tone.

Lin Luo opened his half-closed eyes, stepped on Hongluan's head that rolled over, and asked doubtfully:

"Where did this child come from? What's so special about him?"

"The child of the old witch Hongluan was born less than three months ago. He is born with abundant pure yang and fire spirit roots."

Lin Ling came to Lin Luo with the baby in her arms and showed it to him. Liu Muqing, who was standing behind them, happened to be able to see that the baby's face was flushed and his body exuded an aura that made her uncomfortable.

"As for those with fire spirit roots, then accept them. As for those disciples who were forced to join, conduct a conscience test. Only those with pure natures will be kept, and the rest will not be kept at all!"

The fate of the remnants of the Hongluan Sect was determined in a casual manner.

Liu Muqing's hair stood on end and she felt deeply frightened. This old monster in the Jindan stage had unfathomable scheming and methods.

Liu Muqing believed that if she were in his place, after killing Hongluan, she would also kill Hongluan's child at the same time, cutting the root of the problem would be good for you, me and everyone else.

He would never do such a thing as killing parents and then raising his offspring. When the children grow up, they will have to owe both the gratitude for raising them and the hatred for killing their mother. It is truly vicious.

"Hmm? Congratulations to you two. You have escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and will be our disciples of Luoxia Mountain from now on."

Lin Ling noticed Liu Muqing behind Xie Xiaoyu, and Li Zhiyun who had a calm expression beside her.

"Sister Ling'er, let me see, this child is so cute~"

Xie Xiaoyu came back to his senses from the shock and fear of Hongluan's head, and with an unnatural expression he shifted his attention to look at the child in Lin Ling's arms.

"Junior Sister Xiaoyu, you are still so afraid of seeing blood. Look at those two, they are much calmer than you."

Lin Ling, holding the baby, slowly approached them. Liu Muqing took two steps back unnaturally and kept a distance from Lin Ling.

Lin Ling was puzzled and turned to look at Xie Xiaoyu. Xie Xiaoyu glanced at Liu Muqing, then at the baby in Lin Ling's arms, and explained with a smile:

"Sister Mu Qing's aura is pure white, and she has an ice spiritual root. This child has a pure fire spiritual root, and their attributes counteract each other."

Hearing this, the old man in black robe raised his head and looked at Liu Muqing. His deep eyes were like an eagle's, sharp and piercing.

"Do you want to take their conscience test together?"

The old man in black robe withdrew his gaze and looked at Lin Luo.

"I have already accepted them as registered disciples, so there is no need to take the test."

Master Lin Luo smiled and waved his hand.

The old man in black robe looked at Lin Luo in surprise and changed his words to a secret voice.

"Old Lin, this Xuanyin body seems to be well-behaved, but in fact its eyes are evasive, like someone with bad intentions. Are you sure you don't want to test it?"

The old man in black robe seemed to be proficient in physiognomy. He took in all the details of Liu Muqing's changing expression as she lowered her eyebrows and looked at him in a submissive manner.

"Having evil intentions doesn't mean she is unforgivable. Besides, even an upright person may not be able to do what we want her to do."

After observing for a while, Lin Luo has confirmed that Liu Muqing's feelings for Xie Xiaoyu and Li Zhiyun are real.

Since she is not a heartless and ungrateful person, then her evil intentions can be corrected. She is still very weak now, and there is a long way to go. There is no need to worry that she will not be able to integrate into the big family of Luoxia Mountain.

To put it another way, even if Liu Muqing really had evil intentions, it would not be difficult to deal with her given the level of Lin Luo and the old man in black robe.

"Well, it's up to you. I'll lead my men to retreat first, and you go deal with the pursuers from the Hehuan Sect."

The old man in black robe cupped his hands and called out to Lin Ling.

"Ling'er, let's go."

"Yeah, here comes Daddy..."

Lin Ling responded hastily, took the baby from Xie Xiaoyu's arms, and said with a smile:

"Junior Sister Xiaoyu, Junior Sister Muqing, Junior Sister Zhiyun, we'll meet at Luoxia Mountain."

As she spoke, she raised her foot and kicked Fang Jianyi as a greeting, then followed the old man in black robe, left the giant ship, and returned to the giant green ship with the word "Zhao" written on it.

"Sister Xiaoyu, Senior Sister Ling'er, did you just call that senior "Daddy"? She wasn't..."

Liu Muqing quietly pointed at Master Lin Luo's back.

"Oh, you're talking about this. Senior Sister Ling'er married Senior Brother Zhao Xiujing, whom you've met before. Master and Senior Zhao Wuan are relatives."

Xie Xiaoyu explained nonchalantly, putting his hands to his nose and sniffing, he seemed to smell a faint smell of urine.

"Senior Sister Ling'er, how old are you this year?"

"Hmm... should be around sixty... seventy or eighty, right? How is he? I can't tell, right? Cultivating immortals is mysterious. Youth is always there, and the face never ages."

There was a gleam of longing in Xie Xiaoyu's eyes. She really hoped to advance to the foundation-building stage as soon as possible so that her appearance could be stabilized. Although appearance is determined by the mind, her appearance would change with her mood.

But no matter what, when you advance to the foundation-building stage, your youthful beauty can be maintained by relying on spiritual energy. Once you exceed the best age group, if you want to restore your youth, you have to rely on anti-aging techniques.

"Is she really that old? Senior Sister Ling'er, she looks only twenty years old!"

Appearance is always one of the topics that women are most interested in. Li Zhiyun also came over with interest, and the three of them chatted enthusiastically.

"Sister Zhiyun, let me tell you, sixty years old is not old at all. In the sect, anyone under the age of sixty is considered the younger generation.

Among the younger generation, Senior Sister Ling'er is considered a top figure. The only ones with more outstanding talents than her are Nalan Ze from Yunlan Mountain, Qin Huang from Zexian Mountain... and our Senior Brother Fang from Luoxia Mountain."

Xie Xiaoyu counted seven or eight people on his fingers, but Liu Muqing didn't listen and didn't remember.

In a word, Lin Ling is considered to be second-rate among the younger generation of Daoxuan Sect, and the first-rate one is her senior brother Fang Jian.

"Then Master...how old is he this year?"

Li Zhiyun's pupils were bright, and she seemed not to have heard anything. After Xie Xiaoyu finished speaking, she suddenly changed the subject and asked.

"Master... seems to be four or five hundred years old?"