Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"You two, don't stay in front of the mountain gate. I'll go and inform them. Why don't you go into the sect and reminisce about the past!"

Ning Ziyang suddenly spoke, with a hint of embarrassment in the corner of his eyes.

"Okay!"

Mo Qinglian looked at Ning Ziyang indifferently. She had long been dissatisfied.

After a long journey, she was turned away.

Qin Xuan, on the other hand, never cared, "There is no difference between the sect and the outside world to me!"

In the vast starry sky, where can he go? Who can stop him?

Ning Ziyang stood up and sent a message to the sect, with a little embarrassment on his face.

He did not directly reveal the identities of Qin Xuan and the others. The key point was... he was afraid of scaring his own sect master.

Qingyang Sect was nothing more than a fingertip to Qin Xuan. If Qin Xuan's identity was exposed, the entire Qingyang Sect would have to bow its head.

And Ning Ziyang would never have peace in his life.

Since he wanted to stay in Qingyang Sect, he would naturally not do such a thing.

Qin Xuan probably wouldn't care.

Because Qingyang Sect had never been in Ning Ziyang's eyes.

"I have received the order, Qin Xuan, join Qingyang Sect!"

Ning Ziyang spoke, and then the three of them dispersed the tables and chairs, put away the teacups, and walked into the sect.

The entire Qingyang Sect, hundreds of mountains guarding one place, like hundreds of dragons facing the sun.

Ning Ziyang was only a lower-grade Yuanying, and his status in the Qingyang Sect was not high.

Under the leadership of Ning Ziyang, Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian saw a pavilion, which had only three floors, but there were some grass and flower beds around it, and even a guqin stood under the pavilion.

Qin Xuan looked at Ning Ziyang in surprise, he could play the guqin?

Ning Ziyang seemed to notice it and said awkwardly: "My junior, there is a spiritual art that requires music!"

"Please come in!"

Ning Ziyang was full of joy. Although he didn't know how much this pavilion was different from the Qingdi Palace in the Changqing Star Realm in the rumor, it was also the place where he Ning Ziyang arranged it with all his heart, and it was also his way home.

Qin Xuan still remembered that Ning Ziyang seemed to have a granddaughter.

"Has your granddaughter never entered the starry sky?"

When he was in China, he didn't pay so much attention to it.

Ning Ziyang paused slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"I don't want her to be like me!" Ning Ziyang looked at Qin Xuan, "Even Chinese warriors have a chance of life and death, let alone the unknown journey of cultivation."

"Before entering the cultivation world, I had a little thought, maybe one day I could return and see her again..."

Ning Ziyang smiled bitterly. It has been nearly three hundred years now, and even earthly immortals can hardly live for such a long time.

His granddaughter is unlikely to even become an earthly immortal.

There are some traces of melancholy in his eyes, and she is afraid that she has already gone to the earth.

Mo Qinglian frowned slightly, and she finally sighed. Grandpa Mo Zhengfeng, parents, uncles, and those old friends are probably gone now.

This is the world of cultivation!

Cut off the thoughts of the world, cut off the thoughts of the world!

"Do you regret it?" Qin Xuan murmured softly, looking at the ancient zither.

To this day, there is also a bed in the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd, which contains a song and expresses the feelings of one person.

In a foreign country, there is also a person who waits for him for his whole life.

These are inevitable for everyone.

"Regret? If I hadn't entered the world of cultivation, maybe I would have been in the earth." Ning Ziyang laughed at himself, "Why should I regret it? I have seen too many people leave in China, and I have already expected it."

Immediately, the three of them did not mention the past.

Although the old friends have gone to the earth, they still exist in their memories.

"By the way, I heard that several masters of immortal veins knelt in front of the Qingdi Palace. Is this true?"

Ning Ziyang sat down and took out his spiritual tea.

A guest is a guest. No matter what Qin Xuan's status is, he will not be rude.

Qin Xuan looked indifferent, "They want to use the immortal to kill me, but now, the immortal is killed, and I, Qin Changqing, am still here. They are under their command. If the immortal vein does not want to be destroyed, this is the only way!"

"This is a way to survive, and it is also my kindness!"

Ning Ziyang was secretly shocked. Immortal veins, above him is the elder Fanxu, above the elder Fanxu is the master of Hedao, and above the master of Hedao, there are all the elders.

He can't predict the abilities of those masters and elders alone.

What's more, the entire Qingyang Sect is only a third-grade sect, and above it there are second-grade, or even first-grade, and then you can reach the immortal vein.

I don't know how many levels of difference there are.

And the immortal veins, in Qin Xuan's mouth, seemed to be something that could be easily destroyed. If Qin Changqing had not had a thought of mercy, those immortal veins would probably have all perished under his feet.

However, in the name of Qin Xuan Qingdi, it did not make people feel incredible to say these words.

But in Ning Ziyang's ears, it was still endless arrogance, unimaginable.

He was still the same. In the past, China looked down on everything, arrogant and unparalleled, like a mad immortal descending from a prosperous city.

Now... it's just that he has moved from the city to the world of cultivation,From the bright lights and neon buildings, to the starry sky.

He has not changed, but he is completely different.

Ning Ziyang seemed to be shocked for a long time, and then he sighed.

"In the past, you said that in this vast starry sky, someone can cut the sun and the moon with a sword, and someone can destroy the stars with a palm!"

"Now I finally understand..."

Ning Ziyang sighed, "No wonder you were so good in China in the past. It's ridiculous that when I first saw you, I thought you were just a wild kid!"

Thinking of this, Ning Ziyang couldn't help laughing.

In recent years, he sometimes couldn't help laughing after hearing the shocking rumors about Qin Xuan in this starry sky.

This is too ridiculous!

How can the Huguo Mansion, China, and even the entire earth be in Qin Xuan's eyes.

That voice of ants... now thinking about it, is there still a little arrogance?

It's just...

Just the truth!

Qin Xuan couldn't help laughing, and Mo Qinglian couldn't help saying, "When I first met him, I thought he was a liar!"

She looked at Qin Xuan indifferently, time is ruthless.

He has changed a lot, no longer the slightly immature boy in the park.

He has traveled across the city, across China, and across that star.

That black hair has now turned pale several times.

The originally dark pupils now hide trillions of murderous souls, turning into this blood color.

For some reason, Mo Qinglian couldn't help but feel a sour nose.

Everyone in the world has seen that he, Qin Xuan, is arrogant, and he, Qin Changqing, is unparalleled.

But who has seen how many times he has been injured and how much suffering he has endured, how much pain he has suffered under that calm face, and how many heavy knife mountains he has walked on with every step.

Even if it was Mo Qinglian, how could she know even a little bit? She was not him, and she would never know what the word Changqing was enduring.

Ning Ziyang laughed, but he noticed that Mo Qinglian was in a bad mood, so he quickly put away his smile.

"But now, you have changed a lot!" Ning Ziyang couldn't help but whispered.

"We have all changed a lot!" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, he quietly looked at the tea in the cup, reflecting his current face, and spoke softly.

"But, you have never changed!"