Just when they were in different situations, in a small place, Zhao Qingzhou was wearing a white dress and raised his sword lightly, standing on a small bridge. There was a gurgling water under the bridge, not knowing where to come or where to go.

Not far from the flowing water of the small bridge, smoke from some people's cooking was curling, and the fragrance filled the air with the wind.

"Young Master."

A crisp and pleasant sound rang behind Zhao Qingzhou. Zhao Qingzhou turned around and was a pretty girl. The girl put on a beautiful blue dress and lowered her head with a slightly red face, as if she was afraid of meeting Zhao Qingzhou's eyes.

In the past few days, Zhao Qingzhou has shown his magical powers and eliminated all disasters caused by unknown soil and stone rain in the surrounding area, making everyone here grateful to him. Even if Zhao Qingzhou had not stopped him, many people would have set up incense tablets for him and worshipped as gods.

Everyone knows that there is a young man in white who is a land god, who is very compassionate and merciful to save the suffering and the suffering.

Looking back on that day, Qingxue still felt incredible. In the past, the immortal who could only hear from others that the dragon had no head but had no tail appeared in front of him.

Even the local prefect brought officials of all sizes and great masters and a group of masters and immortal masters to visit and asked him to go to the court to serve as a worshiper, but in the end the young master refused.

The young master's tone at that time was very gentle, without a trace of so-called power and majesty, but it meant to be decisive.

The next day, someone sent countless gold, silver, jewelry, silk, silk, and satin. The young master did not accept any of them and returned them all.

Thinking of this, Qingxue's face turned red involuntarily, and her jade hand gently pinched the corner of her green clothes. The clothes were bought by the young master when he returned the items, and paid out of his own pocket for 500 taels of money.

Zhao Qingzhou looked at Qingxue's look of lowering his head and said gently: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Qingxue felt aroused when he heard Zhao Qingzhou ask him what was wrong with him, and he denied it in panic, and then said: "I just don't understand. Why do people as fairy as young masters think that this small mountain village is better than the imperial city."

After hearing her words, Zhao Qingzhou smiled softly and said, "The temple is too high and the rivers and lakes are too far away. It is true that although this place is at the bottom of the city, practitioners will not stop, and the wealthy master will not look at each other. But I... think it is good!"

Qingxue looked at the turbid river water rolling eastward under the bridge, wondering: "Not bad? What's the good place? Isn't it just a remote place?"

In her perception, what Zhao Qingzhou should go to is not the imperial city hall, but the fairyland outside the world, and definitely not here.

Zhao Qingzhou shook his head gently and chuckled, "Okay, let's not talk, go for a meal."

When Zhao Qingzhou said this, he was very gentle, but there was an indescribable loneliness deep in his eyes.

In this world, there are not many people who understand themselves.

Perhaps only that Taoist priest can understand his own point.

In Qingxue's home, two people, one old and one young, all looked at Zhao Qingzhou with a passionate look of respect and even admiration, and at the same time, there was another look, sneaking at Qingxue.

They are Qingxue's younger brother and father, and the family that Zhao Qingzhou saved at the time. Zhao Qingzhou knew what their eyes were looking forward to, but he just hoped that he and Miss Qingxue would tie the knot.

But Zhao Qingzhou did not point it out because their thinking is still unable to accept their own thinking and ideas. When they can understand themselves, those messy ideas will be gone.

"Um?!"

At this time, Zhao Qingzhou suddenly turned around and looked at the distant sky. The inexplicable halo in his eyes flowed. Qingxue suddenly discovered that a glorious charm of heavenly power appeared on the young master's body, which made her breathless.

"Forget it, let's go! Who told me to accept your love?"

Zhao Qingzhou's eyes were slightly condensed, his brows frowned, then sighed softly, then soared into the sky and soon disappeared into the sky.

Qingxue's family also escaped from the powerful pressure and looked at the distant sky in amazement. There was three points in their eyes, three points at a loss, and four points of worry about gains and losses.

They were uneasy. Did they accidentally offend Zhao Xianshi Master? They were afraid that Zhao Qingzhou would never return? Because in their eyes, this was their first close contact with the Nine Heavens Gods, and they were afraid that the "immortal fate" they had won would disappear.

But, the next moment, a word came from their ears, dispelling their anxiety.

"Prepare a few more pairs of bowls and chopsticks, and I will bring a few people here later."

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On the other hand, Murong Qiuli, carrying Zhang Ruochen, who was still muttering, carefully leaned towards Chunyang and his group, as if a white cat was frightened but wanted to eat fish, followed him carefully for dozens of miles.

Chunyang and his group naturally discovered Murong Qiuli, but they did not know Zhang Ruochen, nor did they know Murong Qiuli, and they were also alert and silently wanted to distance themselves, but Murong Qiuli followed them nervously, and suddenly there was a scene of chasing and escaping.

"Senior brother, we need the two of us..."

The woman surnamed Yao just spoke to the young Taoist priest who is currently in charge of the leadership team and was immediately interrupted by a wave.

"No, that woman in the Heavenly Clan is in trouble. I'm afraid something will happen to you two people in the past. Try to keep a distance and delay time. I will immediately send a message through my token. Anyone who is a nearby disciple will receive our message and come to support me."

Although this young Taoist priest did not specifically see Murong Qiuli showing off his power before, his keen heart still felt that Murong Qiuli or Zhang Ruochen was in danger.

He also sent a message of help to his fellow disciples who came to this world through the Pure Yang Token. Therefore, they only need to wait for reinforcements from their fellow disciples, and everything will be better and they can go back to save Senior Sister Li Miaoxuan.

Because before entering this world, their elders all told them that all the trial disciples of Chunyang Sword Pool do not need to fight for the divine treasures by life or death. On the contrary, they must work together to ensure greater safety.

This is also the reason why both of them gathered together, and then Ye Feng saved them and tried his best to help Li Miaoxuan, because if it were not considered the grudges before entering the sword pool world, no one had any reason to conflict.

Although my group of people are not loved by everyone among the disciples of Chunyang, they have no enemies. After all, in Chunyang, the so-called cultivation resources are too sufficient.

Want to practice the world, the treasures of heaven and earth? Don’t have to work hard everywhere. You just need to go to the huge device that produces the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to keep you feeling unwell because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is too sufficient.

Want the secrets of magical skills and the best Taoist teachings? Go to the Sutra Pavilion to read it yourself. As long as you can understand and learn it, Chunyang's elders would like to be better than you.

Therefore, in Pure Yang, if you were not really bad and flawed in your personality and without a great battle, you would not have had the kind of person who smiled on the surface but was thinking about your "opportunity" in the Middle Ages.

Just when the young Taoist priest took out the token to send a message, he also found a piece of news nearby and immediately responded.

"Senior brother, that person seems to be our fellow disciple?" A girl exclaimed in confusion.

"Um."

"What should I do?"

"Don't act rashly, talk to her and confirm her behavior and thoughts!"
Chapter completed!