Early the next morning, the early sun raised its head and set on the Qingying Peak. The mountains were full of green, not to mention the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers. But the green grass was fragrant, which made Meng Hao, who was standing on the second-floor attic platform, look at the sky and the earth, and at the mountains.

, looking at the green eyes, my spirit is also lifted.

The mountains are undulating, green as clothes, and the early sun is soft. The light shines on the earth and falls on Meng Hao's black robe, glowing with purple, making it difficult for people to tell whether it is black or purple.

The long hair was fluttering in the mountain breeze, making Meng Hao feel as if he wanted to be blown away by the wind at this moment. He stared into the distance, and his pupils revealed a purple light.

That is the embodiment of the Purple Qi Donglai technique, and it is the same color as the six perfect Taoist platforms in his body.

After a long time, Meng Hao took a deep breath, walked out of the attic, and walked on the mountain path of Qingying Peak. He met some disciples of Qingluo Sect along the way. These disciples had obviously been assigned to the sect for a long time. When he saw Meng Hao at this moment, he immediately

He cupped his fists and bowed, his expression was polite, but he did not show the dignity of a Qingluo Sect disciple.

Meng Hao smiled, sometimes clasping his fists, and walked along.

Until we got off the Qingying Peak, we strolled among the hundreds of mountains of the Qingluo Sect, which was an area that was not allowed to the non-core disciples of the Qingluo Sect.

Looking at the disciples of the Qingluo Sect, looking at the buildings of the Qingluo Sect everywhere, especially the huge incense burner of the Qingluo Sect in the distance, Meng Hao felt quite emotional in his heart. Before joining the Ziyun Sect, he had never worshiped the Ziyun Sect.

Never thought that one day, I would be able to enjoy it so leisurely in Qingluo Sect.

"Fortunately, Pijiang has shed his skin a long time ago. Otherwise, if I shed my skin here, my identity will be revealed immediately." Meng Hao walked through various building halls and stopped at the edge of a square. He looked not far away.

Dozens of Qingluo Sect disciples were sitting cross-legged around the square. Han Bei was also among them.

The old man who was lecturing in the middle slowly spoke about Qingluo Sect's magic scriptures. Meng Hao had seen this old man and was one of the alchemy cultivators who accompanied Patriarch Ziluo yesterday.

"Qingluo Yifa actually means Qingming, the teaching of Luotian. Ming represents the soul of the Nine Earths, and Luo represents the thoughts of the Nine Heavens. Therefore, the Qingluo Sect uses the Mingfa as the killing method and the Heavenly Thoughts as the god. You wait

When practicing, you should remember the teachings and practice in the future, all the way to the blue sky." The old man spoke calmly, and when his voice spread around, he also saw Meng Hao not far away.

Nodding slightly, the old man recognized Meng Hao's identity. He didn't say much, but glanced at the crowd around him. Finally, he landed on Han Bei, and gave a slight signal. Han Bei sighed secretly, stood up and walked towards where Meng Hao was.

Come to the place.

The old man looked as usual and continued to explain the sect's scriptures. As for outsiders listening, it would not be allowed if it were anyone else. However, Meng Hao's identity was the invited alchemist, so it was not easy to force them away, so he signaled

Han Bei, please leave.

Although Han Bei was reluctant in her heart, there was no reason to refuse this matter. When she walked towards Meng Hao, her expression showed no trace of her inner thoughts. Instead, she smiled beautifully as she approached.

"Master Fang got up so early, how about I let my little sister take you to see it in our Qingluo Sect?" Han Bei smiled like a flower, and his voice was soft and pleasant.

"It's an honor for Fang to be accompanied by Red Sleeves." Meng Hao smiled slightly, knowing that he was here, listening to the sect's lectures that he shouldn't have listened to, glanced at Han Bei, and nodded happily.

The two gradually moved away.

"Master Fang is an elegant man, and my little sister can't be called a red sleeve." The two of them walked away from the square. As they walked in the Qingluo Sect, Han Bei smiled softly, his eyes bright, and under the sunlight, he was wearing a green dress.

The water skirt made her look like the most eye-catching flower here.

Han Bei was already beautiful, and her smile was even more beautiful at this moment. But in Meng Hao's eyes, this beautiful flower was just a rose flower, covered with poisonous thorns. Back then, in the Qingluo Sect's blessed land, the one that thanked Lang one by one

Meng Hao will never forget her tenderness.

Hearing Han Bei's words, Meng Hao smiled and did not speak, but looked Han Bei up and down.

"Master Fang, are you still thinking about where you hope to meet my little sister?" Han Bei chuckled, but there was a hint of nervousness caused by Meng Hao looking at him in his eyes. She thought that Meng Hao was looking at him like this.

He couldn't tell, but in fact, with Meng Hao's understanding of Han Bei, he could see the nervousness at a glance.

This immediately made Meng Hao's heart become active. Based on his understanding of Han Bei, this woman rarely seemed to be nervous. Meng Hao thought of the scene outside the mountain gate where he saw Han Bei before.

"I made Fellow Daoist Han laugh, but I am indeed somewhat interested in Fellow Daoist Han." Meng Hao smiled and looked at Han Bei, with a gleam of interest in his eyes.

This light fell into Han Bei's eyes, making her heart tense. The person in front of her made her a little uneasy from the moment she stepped into the sect. At this moment, her nervousness became more intense, but she was very scheming and did not show too much expression.

Much, on the contrary, his brows stretch out and he smiles.

"Master Fang's words make me equally honored. However, I am confused as to why you are interested in me?" Han Bei blinked and walked forward with a smile.

"The surname Han is somewhat special." Meng Hao spoke slowly. As he walked forward, he looked at the rising sun in the distant sky.

As soon as he said this, Han Bei looked as usual and said with a smile.

"What's so special about it?"

"One of the nine ancient surnames is what makes it special." Meng Hao looked calm, but these words made Han Bei frown. However, Meng Hao clearly felt that this woman seemed to be relieved.

The raised brows are just a cover up.

This scene made Meng Hao's heart stir, and he felt more and more that something was wrong.

"My little sister's ancestors indeed have nine ancient surnames." Han Bei stared at Meng Hao.

At this moment, the two of them were staying outside a mountain forest. The forest was green, and the wind was blowing here, making the leaves rustle. There was the sound of running water not far away, and together they played a sound that was like the sound of nature.

In such a beautiful environment, Meng Hao said nothing. He looked at Han Bei, and Han Bei also looked at him.

After a while, Meng Hao smiled and turned to look at the green forest in front of him. He walked to the stream not far away and watched the stream flowing eastward. He looked at the fish and river rocks in it. Deep in his eyes, exposed

Meditated.

"This woman is a bit abnormal. Why she gets nervous when she sees me has nothing to do with Fang Mu. She doesn't know that I am Meng Hao, so it must be related to...Dandong's lineage!" While Meng Hao was deep in thought, Han Bei's expression remained as usual.

, stood next to Meng Hao, and after passing a stick of incense, she suddenly patted down her storage bag, took out a glowing jade slip, looked at it, and bowed to Meng Hao with a smile.

"This place is quiet and quiet. If Master Fang likes it, you can stay a little longer. Little Sister, I still have some things to deal with here. I don't want to disturb Master Fang's meditation. This jade slip contains a map of Qingluo Sect. Master Fang can view it by himself. Little Sister

I'll take my leave now." Han Bei said, smiling as he took out another jade slip and placed it next to him. He turned around and stepped into the air, about to leave.

Meng Hao raised his head suddenly.

"An old friend from Dandong, let me say hello to your Han family. What happened back then..." Meng Hao spoke slowly and meaningfully, but his words were ambiguous and could be interpreted in any way.

But when it fell into Han Bei's ears, her mind was shaken violently. Her eyes, which were facing away from Meng Hao, shrank for a moment. However, her body did not show any abnormality. Instead, she turned her head with a surprised expression.

Xiang Meng Hao.

"My little sister heard Master Fang's words a little vaguely." Han Bei blinked and looked at Meng Hao, with a look of confusion on his face, as if he was thinking about who the old friend Meng Hao mentioned in his words was.

But if she didn't have such an expression, Meng Hao would just guess that there was something wrong with Han Bei, but as soon as this expression appeared, Meng Hao felt instantly reassured.

There is indeed something wrong with this Han Bei. Because of Meng Hao's understanding of this Han Bei, if this person is not nervous, then he will definitely use this topic to draw out what Meng Hao said here. How could there be such a problem?

The current expression.

"Then Fang must have admitted the wrong person." Meng Hao smiled and simply stopped talking. He still hasn't figured out what secret he accidentally discovered about Han Bei. He still needs to think carefully.

And if you talk too much, you will be wrong. It would be bad if Han Bei realized the deceit.

After seeing Meng Hao's words, he just smiled implicitly and said nothing. Han Bei looked as usual, bowed with a slight smile, turned around and left. It wasn't until she was far away that her face suddenly turned pale, and a hint of nervousness appeared in her eyes.

.

"Dandong lineage..." Han Bei fell silent and left quickly.

Meng Hao looked at Han Bei's retreating figure until he completely disappeared, his eyes showing light of thought.

When Meng Hao entered Qingluo Sect, Han Bei looked a little strange, as if he was nervous as if he didn't want outsiders to notice. Now it even made Meng Hao feel that he had broken into a secret.

But after thinking for a long time, Meng Hao couldn't figure out what connection Han Bei had with the Dandong lineage. While thinking, Meng Hao picked up the jade slip, and with a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, a map of the mountains in Qingluo Sect suddenly appeared in his mind.

.

There were some locations inside that were marked with forbidden runes. After a moment, Meng Hao raised his head and walked away.

Meng Hao walked alone in Qingluo Sect until it was almost noon. Meng Hao saw Qingying Peak from a distance. When he was about to go back, his eyes suddenly shrank and he turned to look into the distance.

Almost at the moment Meng Hao turned around, a shrill roar broke the calm of Qingluo Sect. In Meng Hao's eyes, he immediately saw the foot of the mountain not far away. When the roar came out, the earth roared.

, a monk with disheveled hair and eyes showing madness and confusion was roaring out from there.

"Kill me, kill me!!" He roared to the sky, his voice shaking the surroundings. When he rushed out at this moment, several rainbows roared away from Qingluo Sect, heading straight for this figure.

Meng Hao's eyes narrowed, and he recognized at a glance that this monk was actually Zhou Jie, the Taoist disciple of the Qingluo Sect who had accompanied him all the way back from the Ziyun Sect!

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