"I don't need to drink wine anymore. It's a good thing for me to come to you!"

The little banshee flew around Qin Hui, making promises one by one. It was not until he was dry and he realized that Qin Hui was still unmoved.

"Lord Youquan Demon Lord will definitely unify Shushan. Only by following him can you enjoy endless wealth and glory. I have already brought my words today. You can think about it yourself!"

Qin Hui drank alone and let the little fairy leave. This little fairy is worthy of being a hard-core supporter of Youquan, and actually ran to Qin Hui's Seven Star Cave to let Qin Hui be his subordinate for Youquan Demon Lord.

However, if Qin Hui is, you can't see any benefits. Even if you say something is full of splendor, Qin Hui is not moved at all. Who can tell the future clearly? Making a promise with the future is not attractive in Qin Hui's eyes except ridiculous.

"Fellow Taoist Wuxin, Baimei is visiting Shushan!" As soon as the Red Corpse God left, the words of Baimei are on the back of his feet appeared outside the mountain.

"The real person is here!" Qin Hui didn't get up to greet him after hearing the sound. The whisk in her hand flew out and a bridge of light flew out, directly under the feet of Baimei Zhenren.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be fine!" Baimei Zhenren stepped on the bridge of light and walked in with a haha.

"What a heavy smell of blood!" Baimei Zhenren suddenly frowned and his eyes were placed on the wine beside Qin Hui.

"This person has a very strong bloody smell, so he must not be a righteous person. I don't know if he can bring the righteous closer together and fight against the Demon Lord Youquan together!"

Baimei Zhenren kept thinking, but she didn't show any of her face.

"What's the matter with fellow Taoist here?" Qin Hui picked up the wine bottle and drank a few sips, wiping the wine stains on her mouth and said.

"The old monster Youquan is coming with great force, and now he has stepped into the blood cave to accumulate strength, intending to unify Shushan. Bai Mei comes here to ask fellow Taoists to come out and deal with the old monster Youquan together!" Bai Mei Zhenren stroked his beard and was wearing a white robe, looking like a fairy-like Taoist priest.

"I killed you, Emei's Changkong Wuji, and you still want to unite with me!" Qin Hui laughed and looked at the Baimei real person in front of her.

Baimei Zhenren shook his head and said softly, "I have resurrected Changkong Wuji with his soul. Now there is no Changkong Wuji, but only the new Lei Yan Sword Master Lianxing! As the saying goes, you will not break and you will not be established, there is no festival between you and me!"

Listening to the words of Baimei Zhenren, Qin Hui lowered her head and said nothing, thinking quickly about the benefits she could gain from it.

After a long time, Qin Hui nodded and made a condition; "Preview the classics in Mount Emei with me, I only read the Taoist mantras and not the Emei technique. If you agree, I can take action three times!"

"This!" After listening to Qin Hui's words, it was Baimei's turn to remain silent. Looking at Qin Hui's bloodthirsty eyes, Baimei's real person could not decide for a while, because Qin Hui saw that he was not a good man and a trustworthy woman, and this transaction was no less than a scam with a tiger.

"Okay, I only read Taoist mantras, not my Emei technique!" Baimei Zhenren nodded with difficulty after thinking about the pros and cons of it, and agreed.

"I'll say goodbye first, wait for my news!" Bai Mei Zhenren made an appointment with Qin Hui and turned around and wanted to leave, but at this time Qin Hui smiled and shook her head.

"Real person, since we are already in alliance, then Xiaodao is now going to look at the Emei Middle Taoist Sutra, there is no problem!"

Baimei Zhenren paused when he heard the sound, took a deep breath, and nodded heavily.

"no problem!"

"Baimei Zhenren, please!" Qin Hui made a gesture of invitation, and then followed Baimei Zhenren, and the two quickly headed towards Mount Emei.

On Mount Emei, there are Baojian Peak. At this time, a group of Emei disciples are walking on the sword and dancing in the nine heavens.

"When can we fly like them!" A bald young man in the sword peak was looking at these Emei disciples flying with envy, and in the bald hand was holding a rusty broken sword.

"Fly, fly!" The bald young man kept throwing the broken sword in his hand into the air, but every time he ended up in failure, he couldn't fly, let alone flying with him on the sword.

"Lianxing, how can you get to know and remember what happened before!" Just as the bald young man was constantly fiddling with the broken sword in his hand, a fairy in white suddenly stood by the clouds.

"Master!" Looking at the fairy who was hiking the clouds, the bald man named Lian Xing quickly put away the broken sword, stood aside with no restraint on his face when his apprentice saw his master.

"It's been three years. You'll only eat and sleep every day. When will you remember the past and find your original magic power back!" Li Yingqi looked at the bald head in front of him. This Lianxing was the reincarnation of Changkong Wuji. But Lianxing is still unaware of it, and his original memories can't appear.

"Look at this broken sword, it doesn't even fly. What do you think of me when I am facing such a broken iron every day! And don't get angry at me every day! Just give me this broken sword, how do you become my master! Force me to be your master every day. Just be your master, just get it done slowly!"

Before the woman in white was doing well, Lian Xing first threw the broken sword in her hand to the ground and said with resentment.

"It's been three years, you can't do anything! How can I teach you!" Seeing that his apprentice Lian Xing had a bigger temper than his master, Li Yingqi waved his sleeves, and two vines rushed out of the mountain, tied Lian Xing upside down and hung them on the mountain.

"Let me go, you are not my master! You have not taught me anything in the past three years. What do you want me to do! If you want to teach me, teach me some magic quickly and don't be hypocritical every day!"

Lian Xing still looked dissatisfied after being tied up. You should know that Lian Xing has been reincarnated for three years, but his original memory has never appeared. Li Yingqi is obviously not a good master. In the past three years, except for saying something that made Lian Xing know, Li Yingqi didn't know how to teach his disciples at all.

"You don't need to practice magic. You used to be the third-ranked master of the Emei Sect. Your sword is very powerful! As long as you can enlighten yourself, Changkong Wuji's magic power and memory will return to you! What you have to do now is to get it up quickly and think hard on your sword every day!" Li Yingqi took a few deep breaths and calmed down, but Lian Xing struggled violently after hearing this.

"Open the secret, open the secret, open the secret. I open the secret of your master! I am Lianxing, I don't know magic, I only have a broken sword! If you give me your sword, you can use it instead, use this broken sword!" Lianxing struggled violently, but the more he struggled, the tighter the vines on his body, and hung him tightly on the mountain.

Li Yingqi quietly watched Lian Xing struggle, the sword in his hand was tight and tight, and he wished he could kill this disrespectful disciple with one sword.

"Look for another master, I can't teach you anymore!" Li Yingqi flew up and disappeared in front of Lian Xing's face while riding the auspicious cloud.

"Look for it, I will be my own master! I will be enlightened, and I will open your master's master's secrets! I will know how to abuse me every day, you are not my master! I want to go down the mountain, I will leave here, and never come back!"

Lian Xing screamed in a shrill voice, his body hanging upside down on the cliff, making him unable to even move.

"Such a miserable cry, what's wrong with your Emei disciple?" Qin Hui, who was about to fly into the golden top of Emei, suddenly stopped and said with a teasing look at the Baimei Zhenren beside him.

"That's honesty, I'm blessed with you. The honesty in this life is even worse than the long-awaited Wuji in the previous life!"

Baimei Zhenren glanced at the location where the sound came. Li Yingqi has been hanging Lian Xing from time to time in the past three years. This sound is something that Baimei Zhenren has become accustomed to.

"If the child is disobedient, he has to beat him. He can't even cry, so he'll be honest!" Qin Hui laughed and walked into the Emei Golden Top with her hands behind her back.

"Hmph, you are not your disciple, of course you don't feel sorry for it!" Baimei Zhenren curled his lips and followed in, leaving only Lian Xing's scream, saying that cultivating immortals is not a smooth journey.
Chapter completed!