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Qingyang looked at the two young men, one of them looked quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw him before, so he asked, "I don't know what is the business of the three visiting at midnight?"

Qingli walked forward with a smile, patted Qingyang on the shoulder and said: "My dear disciple, I haven't seen you for so many years, I didn't expect you to be so big in the blink of an eye, oops, I remember the last time I met you, you were still bleeding Where's the snotty brat!"

Qingyang and Yuanyuan raised their vigilance when he approached them, lest this person would sneak attack on them, but after hearing these words, their shocked beards almost stood up, "You...you...you are... Master?"

Qingli touched the old man's head with a smile, and said with a smile: "Oh, good disciple, it's not fun to recognize me so quickly!"

Embarrassed, the old man took his hand away from his head and said angrily, "Master, I am no longer a child, why do you still like to touch my head?"

"Oh, I'm used to it..." Old Qingli smiled unseriously, "Do you just believe that I'm the deity? Don't you suspect that I'm a fake?"

Qingyang looked at him as if he was watching a virus, and immediately hid away, "With the nature of the ancestor, it may be difficult for others to imitate..."

The corner of Qingli's mouth twitched, "Hey, are you praising me or hurting me?"

Fang Shaoyan couldn't help laughing.

Only then did Qingyang notice Fang Shaoyan on the side, and couldn't help asking, "This is..."

"Your master!"

"Huh?" Even the Qingyang Taoist who has lived for most of his life can't accept his master's detached personality.

"What, he is my master!" Qingli solemnly introduced Fang Shaoyan and Jiuyao, "Xiang, this is my master from the previous life, that is to say, the fourth generation head of Qingfengguan, but he died early. , there are very few records about him, and this brat is my apprentice, named Jiu Yao..."

Taoist Qingyang's face was a bit ugly, "Master, he seems to be... a monster..."

"Tch! I'm not blind, so of course I know it's a monster. Why, are you like those ignorant bull-nosed people who reject monsters?" Qingli's face immediately fell, and Taoist Qingyang was forced by the majesty of his master, and naturally Dare not say anything, "No... nothing! It's just... just..."

For such a little monster to be accepted as an apprentice by the master, wouldn't his seniority be several generations higher than his own? Every time Qingyang thinks of this, Qingyang feels a little bit pained...

"That... Grandmaster, you haven't shown up for more than 100 years, why do you think of this place today?" Qingyang Taoist wiped the cold sweat off his face, just wanting to invite this big Buddha out quickly.

"Ah, speaking of it, I did encounter some things..." Qing Li put on a trick, and hooked Qing Yang, "I'll go, why are you hiding so far away, can I still eat you?"

Qingyang could only slowly move up to him, and asked: "Master, what's the matter, just tell me quickly, I will teach those little bastards a lesson at dawn!"

"Nai, it's actually not a big deal..." Qingli handed the list to Qingyang, "You invite all these people over tomorrow, one day is enough!"

Qingyang made a bitter face, "Master, you haven't been seen for hundreds of years, and you call me as soon as you come back. Don't you know that the thing we hate most in Qingfeng Temple is contact with other sects? The purpose of my sect It’s about cultivating with one heart, not caring about other people’s affairs, Master, isn’t it difficult for you to force others?”

Qingli sighed, "My dear disciple, just help me this time, I'll draw you some talismans later, how about it?"

Taoist Qingyang's eyes suddenly shone brightly, "Master, then you can draw me a few talisman seals first, and after the matter is completed, how about you draw a few more for me?"

Qingli raised her forehead, "Qingyang, you are a cultivator, how did you learn the tricks of a profiteer? Hey, hey, you are so greedy, your dead ghost master will definitely be heartbroken seeing you like this!"

Qingyang stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "No, no, you agreed to it yourself, master, how can you blame me for being greedy?"

His master is very cunning. When he was young, he learned from his master that the head of Qingfeng Temple with the highest qualifications is the fifth generation head, and he is also the one with the most hope of becoming a fairy. Unfortunately, this head doesn't like In charge of affairs, he only served as the head of the business for two years, and left the stall to the next generation of heads, and traveled the world alone.Later, this master would occasionally come back a few times, and the master of Qingfengguan changed from generation to generation, and only this master, who attained Taoism and immortality, possessed eternal life.

Thinking of asking for help from others, Qing Li didn't bother with him so much, "Okay, I'll draw four pictures for you first, and go get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

The next day, many sects were shocked when they received the invitation from Qingfeng Temple.

As the oldest sect of cultivating Taoism, Qingfeng Temple has an unshakable status. However, the head of the sect has always liked to be quiet and dislikes contact with other sects, but no one from that sect dares to make trouble for Qingfeng Temple. A special existence in the sect.

The people who received the invitation were all important figures in the sect, except for Tai Yizong and Tai Ling Palace.

Those who accepted the invitation rushed to Qingfeng Temple immediately, but a representative of a sect was not present. It is said that they were not feeling well, and Qingli and Fang Shaoyan guessed that the representative of this sect was probably the same as the Tailing Palace of Tai Yizong. Already killed, just blocked the news.

It was the first time for Qingyang to entertain so many guests. Seeing that his living room was full of people, he couldn't help but feel a little headache, and secretly regretted agreeing to his master to take over this trouble.

"Daoist Qingyang, I don't know what you mean by specially inviting us this time?" A middle-aged man couldn't hold back his temper, so he stood up and asked at first.

"Yes, Daoist Qingyang, we have invited you many times before, but you have rejected them all. What is the reason for calling us all together today? I think you should give us an explanation, right?"

Daoist Qingyang flicked his whisk and smiled softly, "Everyone, let's drink tea first, after that, I will slowly explain to everyone!

Zhang Heng, the ghost emperor of the north, and Yang Yun stood in front of the Wangchuan River, their black robes moving without wind.

"So, the person who actually did it is that adult? This is tricky..." Zhang Heng chuckled, "If it is really him, we can't afford to offend him. If he gets angry, our entire underworld will be over... "

"Pluto asked us to give him an explanation."

"Tsk, neither side can afford to offend! Do you think the person he is targeting is Pluto?"

Yang Yun shook his head, "No. He has no enmity with Pluto!"

Zhang Heng laughed softly, "Is there really...no hatred? As far as I know...you should be very clear about what Pluto's body is, right?"

"Heh!" Yang Yun sneered, "It's not a secret, how could I not know?"

"Speaking of which, how do you feel about Pluto?"

Yang Yun glanced at Zhang Heng strangely, "What do you mean?"

"Hehe, I don't mean anything. You don't need to look at me like this, do you? I just want to know, what do you think of Pluto himself?"

"Hmph! What can I think? To me, it doesn't matter whoever is the Pluto, it's just a position. As for his identity, I don't have any opinion. The ghosts and gods in the underworld have all kinds of identities before they become gods, such as him. That's not surprising!"

"Then... how do you think this matter should be reported to Pluto? Should I tell the truth, or... keep it a secret?"

"Conceal it? Do you think he is such a fool? You can hide it for a while, but you can't hide it forever. You can say what you want!" The surrounding was dark, Qi Mu sat in front of the desk, closed his eyes, and felt tired for a while. He thought that God would not feel tired and sleepy, but unexpectedly, he would also be tired one day.

"Hehehe, are you afraid?" A voice rang in his ear.

Qi Mu opened his eyes and said coldly, "Puppet Shadow..."

"Hahaha, I thought it's been so long, you've already forgotten about me by hugging me!"

"How could you..." Qi Mu felt a little surprised, his heart is very calm now, there is no sign of a demon, why would the demon appear.

"Hehehe, you are wondering why I appear, right?" The voice was yin and yang, making people very uncomfortable, "Because, your heart is afraid... because of fear, fear, your heart is very fragile now, so I will appear!"

"Fear...fear..." Qi Mu touched his chest and sneered, "Are you kidding! Why am I afraid? What am I afraid of?!" "Yeah, what are you afraid of? You seem to put this The secret has been hidden to the bottom of my heart, how about, let me see, how about it?, There was a stabbing pain in his chest, Qi Mu held his chest, and a black mist surrounded him.

Qi Mu wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

The surrounding darkness gradually dissipated, a ray of sunlight shone on the ground, and the moist air carried bursts of fragrance. Birds passed by the trees from time to time, and a shadow slowly stood up from the ground.

It has no face, and it can be vaguely seen that it looks like a human being.He is a Yingmei, a Yingmei who transforms into form by relying on the divine power of the sacred tree. His mana is low, and he will only show his form during the day.

There are many ghosts living in this place, and he is really a weak shadow ghost, and he has to avoid other ghosts on weekdays, so as not to be wiped out by them.

The happiest thing for him every day is to be with that person and look at that person. As long as he is with him, he is very happy.

But in the past few days, he rarely saw him. As the tree spirit of the sacred tree, he couldn't leave his body. Yingmei came under the huge Ruomu tree, but he didn't see the figure in white.

"Not here..." Yingmei's voice carried a trace of disappointment.

I remember when I transformed into a body for the first time, those gentle hands stroked his head gently, and said to him softly: "You are called Mu, and you will be my companion from now on..."

I miss his smell very much and want to get closer to him.

want more...more...

But he knew that his status as a lowly charm was very different from his status. Even though he would teach him how to cultivate every day, even if she practiced for thousands or tens of thousands of years, she would still not be able to cultivate to the level of a god. How about making him just a lowly Mei?

He is very inferior, and at the same time, he is hopelessly infatuated with him.

Even if he loves with such low self-esteem, he is satisfied.

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