At around noon, at Sichuan's territory, Yuxu Peak, one of the five peaks of Qingcheng, came today. Qin Yu sent them outside the cave. After a while of greeting, the two left in the light of escape.

After about an hour, a yellow light wrapped a short man flying from Chaoyang Peak, passing through the continuous green onion, the long waterfall, the stream, the clear spring and blue stones fell on the cliff. First, two braids and snow-white clothes appeared, and then the little girl with pink carvings and jade pecking appeared. It was Lu Xiaoxian.

‘Dongdongdongdongdong,’ his little hand slapped the stone gate, “Stirsty Brother, I’m here to play with you.”

The 'Ai' sound sounded, and the Baiyu Cave opened automatically. Qin Yu knelt on the cushion of the main hall, closing his eyes and crossing his hands. He didn't know whether he was nourishing his energy or practicing, but Lu Xiaoxian ignored these things and walked up and pushed him, saying, "Stinky Qin Yu, open his eyes quickly, don't pretend to be dead."

Qin Yu stopped helplessly and sighed: "Little ancestor, why are you here again? Can Uncle Lu let you out? Didn't you run away again?"

Lu Xiaoxian smiled and said slyly: "It's Senior Sister Liu's turn to look for the mountain today. I will collude with her. As long as I go back before night, even if nothing happens."

With a glance, he saw a wooden note on the cushion in front of Qin Yu. He held it in his hand curiously. He opened it and said with a light exclamation: "Isn't this the list of the five-vein sword competition? I have seen it exactly the same in Senior Sister Liu's hand."

Qin Yu replied: "It has been not long since the Sword Meeting. Tai Sufeng's disciples are counting the number of people to arrange the house."

"Song Dazhu, He Qin, He Shu, He Hua..." Lu Xiaoxian shook his head and said, suddenly raised his head, stared at Senior Brother Qin, and said, "Why don't Xiaoxian have my name?!"

Qin Yu suddenly said intimately that he shouldn't have let the little ancestor see this thing. As expected, Lu Xiaoxian shouted angrily: "Why don't you let me participate in this smelly thing? Woo... I want to go back and tell my mother that the eldest brother bullies me!" After that, he ran out while touching tears.

At this time, Qin Yu hurriedly raised his legs and chased after her. If she really complained to her, her mother who protects her baby would not have trouble with the Han Xian Sword. The identity of the chief disciple of the sect is useless. And can she really dare to fight with the elders? She might just beat her up.

"Sixth Junior Sister! Sixth Junior Sister! Listen to the senior brother, it's not that you don't let you go, but that the fighting is really dangerous. Even if you compete with your classmates, you will also worry about damage. You are still young. These five veins are once in fifteen years. Wouldn't it be just right for you to go again in the next session?"

Lu Xiaoxian cried and refused to support her. Qin Yu was so embarrassed that she had no choice but to say, "You go and tell your mother about this. If he agrees, I have no objection." Senior Sister Lu's face suddenly turned cloudy and turned sunny. She snatched the list from Qin Yu's hand, saying that she wanted to hand it over to him. The man from Taisufeng was not allowed to enter. Qin Yu had mistakenly entered the process and was dealt with by Master Leng Yue. She was very taboo, so she had to agree when she heard this.

Senior Sister Lu pestered her for a long time before leaving happily, leaving only Qin Yu smiled bitterly at the messy cave.

In the air, Lu Xiaoxian sat on the flying silk, opened the list, took the pen he got from there and drew in the picture. He first added the three small characters Lu Xiaoxian under the three big characters Yuxu Peak. After thinking about it, 'The letter said that he would come back in the past few days and you can't leave it for him.' Then he wrote the two characters Zhou Qian in the next three small characters Lu Xiaoxian. Then he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Little brother, senior sister, I will help you here. If you have fun, you will never forget you."

After more than a month, the days when the Five-Meridians Sword Meeting were getting closer, and the Qingcheng Sect was no longer as quiet as before. It became a little noisy. Many friends of the same sect communicated and inquire in case of time, especially the place where the sword meeting was still on Taisu Peak. All the students who received female disciples were included in this peak, and few of the other disciples could step on, which really attracted many attention. Moreover, after participating in the Intermediate Sect's battle, the elders of the master who had not returned for seven or eight years also returned one after another a few days ago, which was a great joy for the mountain gate.

"Oh! After three years of returning, our Qingcheng Sect is much more lively!" He Qin saw the sword lights coming and going between the five peaks from time to time, and a prosperous scene was filled with joy.

"Don't be rude in front of elders!" Song Dazhu whispered.

"No need to be restrained, no need to be restrained, it's really a good thing to be lively." Tian Wen, a fire Taoist, waved his hand and said with a smile, like Maitreya Buddha.

"Uncle Tian, ​​who will you send to the Five Vein Sword Competition for Five Veins in Wulong Peak this time?" Seeing that Uncle Tian is easy to get along with, He Qin became more and more bold, and began to find out inside information.

"I can't tell you this." Tian Wen played He Qin with a thump and shook her head and smiled. He was loyal but not stupid.

"Junior brother, are you okay?" Song Dazhu suddenly turned his head and asked Zhou Qian behind him.

"I? I think my senior brother cares much, I'm fine." Zhou Qian was stunned and replied.

"That's good! I see that you have been a little dazed these days."

"Youngest, what's in your bag?" He Qin leaned out and said curiously.

"Oh, some small things on the market in the world are ready to bring them to her junior sister to play with her." Zhou Qian replied with a smile when he heard this, and then his expression softened.

"Oh, I forgot to bring the gift!" He Qin slapped her head and sighed.

The disciples guarding the mountain did not check the face of the fire Taoist Tian Wen, so they quickly let him go. Uncle Tian was going to Wulong Peak, while Song Dazhu and the other two wanted to rush back to Yuxu Peak, so they opened their own way. After nearly half a year of time, Zhou Qian had a good impression of this fat uncle. He knew that he was a mellow elder and respected him very much.

The white jade cave was still covered with flowers and grass. The stream was gurgling, and the mist evaporated upwards. The unmelted snowflakes in the mountains reflected the rays of the white jade palace, shining on the jade bi of the Baiyu Mansion, exquisite and beautiful. When Zhou Qian and his men were still in the air, they saw the senior brother Qin Yu with his hands on his back, looking up at the few people with a smile. As early as after the battle in the mud swamp, everyone sent a letter to him and told him the date of his return.

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother!"

Several people greeted each other, Qin Yu nodded, looked at everyone, and then sighed for a while: "I haven't seen each other for three years, but I have changed a lot."

"We are a person who cultivates qi and refines his body, and his face is always there, so how can there be any changes?" Song Dazhu laughed and said boldly.

"It's not about appearance, but about changing temperament. I believe that the few of you who have gained a lot during this trip to the world!" Qin Yu didn't care and shook his head and smiled.

"No, senior brother, I'll tell you..."

While laughing and talking, he talked about the big and small things that happened in the world. Although he had already said a little about it in the letter, Qin Yu still listened with relish. Everyone had not seen each other for three years, so they were very close until the moon hung on the branches and left reluctantly.

Zhou Qian and He Qin naturally rested. Even the sword immortal was quite tired after flying around in the near month. He Qin returned to his Moxiang Mansion to rest, but Zhou Qian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. "How could it be? He had never practiced before, and even if the demonic energy could not be dispelled, it should not grow? What was going on? Tianpeng Mountain, Baishui River, is it really necessary to go there? What was the last sentence of Taoist Jiumian before his death? It has nothing to do with Qingcheng? Who should it be related to...'

Qin Yu and Song Dazhu took the moonlight to the back mountain behind Yuxu Peak. Twenty miles away from the Taiji main hall on the top of the peak, there was a tall pine tree with deep texture and lush branches and leaves. It was as thick as dozens of people hugged each other. What's even more strange is that the old pine tree was hollow, and naturally formed branches and stairs. Qin Yu bowed first and said respectfully: "Senior Qingsong, don't you know if your master is out of seclusion?"

"It turns out it's Xiao Qinyu. Fellow Daoist Ai is enjoying the moon and drinking tea! Come in." The branches and leaves of the pine tree trembled, and an old voice came out. The tree pavilion, which is widely circulated in the Qingcheng School, turned out to be a wood-cultivating Taoism. The two walked slowly along the stairs. After a while, they came outside the door. Without opening the mouth, the wooden door slowly drilled into the tree. Only saw that the Qingcheng leader Ai Ru was really sitting at a small table, admiring the moonlight outside the window, and there was a pot of green tea on the table. Two cups were placed in front of them, steaming hot.

"Taste it, I just picked it from the top of the mountain today."

The two of them quickly took a bite and felt that they were all comfortable and peaceful. Ai Ruzhen looked at the moonlight outside the window and admired it on the top of the Wanzhang Mountain. This was a different meaning, but after a long time, Song Dazhu couldn't sit still. Her mouth opened and closed several times, but she stopped talking.

"Tell me, I know you've been impatient for a long time." Ai Ruzhen turned her head and smiled.

Song Dazhu smiled silly and said, "Master, you know I am a rough man and don't understand these elegant things the least."

"I heard from Yu'er that the dove-face seemed to be killed by two other people in the Evil Ghost Sect?"

Song Dazhu nodded and told the whole story of the mud swamp. Many of the appearances of the clouds and fogs in Zhou Qian's view were the result of mutual calculations between the two factions of good and evil. The seven factions began to plan this matter more than ten years ago, and it was only over when the war in the mud swamp was over. Many of the secrets were probably not even known to him.

He said a lot, especially after Hahazi and the fierce ghost Taoist joined forces to murder, Ai Ruzhen frowned after stroking her beard and thinking for a long time, and said, "Did the ancestor Jiumi say something before his death?"

Song Dazhu was stunned and said, "It seems that he didn't say a word."

Ai Ruzhen nodded and said, "It's getting late, you can go back and rest."

This is over? The two of them were stunned, but they didn't dare to disobey their master's orders. They bowed and walked to the door. Song Dazhu seemed to make up his mind and said, "Master, I have something else--"

"oh?"

"The seven sects worked together to kill the four demons of the evil ghost sect. It was originally agreed, but at that critical moment, Uncle Zhao Gongming of the Shan Sect refused to do so because he consumed a lot of energy and did not participate, and even none of his disciples took action." Song Dazhu said word by word.
Chapter completed!