Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress

After separating from Fengxiu, Qin Liuxi returned to Qinglan Temple as if nothing had happened. He first gave the master of Qinglan Temple an acupuncture, and then went into the library of Qinglan Temple, where he stayed for two days.

Qin Liuxi acted as if nothing had happened, but Temple Master Qinglan could see that she was full of worries on her face, but she didn't ask anything.

In the ninth month of the golden autumn, Qin Liuxi left Qinglan Temple and returned to Qingping Temple. He first went to the back mountain path and stood at the stone for a long time before entering the secret room inside the temple and sorting out the formations in the library of Qinglan Temple. The pictures were placed on the table one by one.

 The drawings all over the floor were circulating in her mind bit by bit, some were destroyed, some were abandoned, some were rebuilt, and then destroyed again, over and over again.

 Seven days later, she looked at the broken pictures on the ground with dark eyes, and a sense of violence and powerlessness arose in her heart.

　　咚.

Qin Liuxi turned around and saw a tablet fell from the shelf, which instantly calmed her violent mood.

She walked over, picked it up and put it away again, burned another stick of incense, looked at each memorial tablet, sat up cross-legged, and performed a technique with both hands to guide the spiritual energy to travel through the meridians of her body.

 She was a little anxious.

 Don't be impatient, that flirtatious fox said, a person's greatest enemy is himself, he must defeat himself first.

 A long time later, she came out of the secret room and saw two pairs of worried eyes.

 “What are you doing here?”

Little Ginseng looked into her eyes with disgust and said, "How many days have you not closed your eyes? Your eyes are as black as the bottom of a pot."

 “Transform.” Qin Liuxi said.

The little ginseng was a little puzzled, but it changed back to its true form obediently. But before it could stand firmly, Qin Liuxi caught it and picked off a few purple-red ginseng fruits.

"Ah ah ah, my fruit, my fruit." The little ginseng ran around holding its head.

Qin Liuxi threw two fruits into his mouth, chewed them, and praised: "Sure enough, accumulating more merits will help practice. The fruits are obviously sweeter and more energetic than before."

“A bunch of them are four, are you still a human being?” the little ginseng cried.

Qin Liuxi felt the energy brought by the ginseng fruit, and his eyes closed with laughter, and said: "Okay, don't pretend to cry, I will take you to find the baby."

 Small ginseng stopped crying immediately.

Teng Zhao also looked over.

Qin Liuxi thought clearly. She couldn't figure out the true core of the trapped immortal formation because her mind was not calm enough and her cultivation was not enough. Maybe it would be better to think differently.

Si Luobu is not in a hurry when it comes to such a big situation, and she cannot be in a hurry.

 So, we have to go to Kunlun.

Fei Jackal stood under the Kunlun Mountains and felt a little emotional. He never expected that he would have to rely on the blessing of that arrogant younger generation to return to the Yangshi. However, the mountain was still the same mountain, a vast expanse of white, but the Qingping Sect could not even see a shadow. .

It's over. If I can't find it, will my head be twisted off again by that dead girl?

Fei Jackal touched his neck. It was chilly. Is it because of the cold north wind?

"You look a little uneasy. Is this because you feel guilty?" Qin Liuxi suddenly appeared behind him.

Fei Jackal jumped up, floated a few steps away, and said, "I'm so scared of ghosts. How come you are more elusive than ghosts?"

He looked at the two boys beside Qin Liuxi. Seeing that they were both ten minutes tall, he couldn't help but ask, "Who are these two?"

"My disciples, Xuan Yi and Xiao Shen." Qin Liuxi said to Teng Zhao and the others: "This is the ninth generation head of the Qingping Sect, the predecessor of our Qingping Temple, Senior Fei Jacky."

Fei Jacky jumped a little: "My Taoist name is Fuxingzi, no matter how bad it is, I am still Fei Zongzhu." The little person read the name, tilted his head and said: "Fei Jacky from Qingpingzong, could it be that he can't even draw the Five Thunder Talisman? A loser?"

What?

  Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhao both looked at Little Ginseng, you actually know such gossip?

Fei Jackal changed his face and glared at Little Ginseng: "What are you talking about?"

Xiao Ginseng looked him up and down and said: "I heard from the former Northern Ghost King Zhou Yu that the last leader of the Qingping Sect was named Fei Jack. As his name suggests, he was a loser who couldn't even draw the Five Thunder Talisman. He just walked away. He was a direct disciple who was unlucky enough to be ignored by his master. However, his master was a shameless person and refused to admit that he was lame. He helped him become the leader of the sect, but by then the Qingping sect had already fallen. When he came to power, he had only ten disciples. Is that Fei Jack a loser like you?"

Fei Jack never expected that there would be rumors about his bad luck circulating in the world, so he immediately argued: "There is absolutely no such thing. I can't draw the Five Thunder Talisman. It's because I'm not proficient in the talisman, and I lost my money later by fighting with others." With my cultivation level, I am unable to draw the Five Thunder Talisman, so I am not the loser you call me."

People, the more guilty they are, the louder their voices will be.

Looking at Fei Jacky's excitement at being exposed, everyone present knew that the rumors were true.

Qin Liuxi's heart felt cold. It seemed that even if the ruins were found, there would be no treasure left.

Fei Jack saw that they didn't believe it and wanted to regain his respect. Qin Liuxi said: "Okay, no matter whether it is true or not, you are already dead."

As Xiao Ginseng said, the decline of Qing Pingzong is not unjust.

How can I fight ghosts if I can't draw the Five Thunder Talisman?

 Qin Liuxi suspected that he died from being used as cannon fodder.

Fei Jacky was a little sad and angry, and glared at Little Ginseng, blaming the little fat man. If it hadn't been for him, he wouldn't have been able to afford any of his predecessors' money.

"Stop staring, where is the ruins? Take us there quickly." Qin Liu said to the west.

Fei Jack wanted to complain that he didn't know, but Qin Liuxi took out incense and burned it for him.

 Smelling the nourishment of the soul fragrance, Fei Jackel shamefully obeyed.

Had he known this, he should have been reincarnated, and he would not have been affected by this bird's breath, and would have broken his waist because of the fragrance of his soul.

Hmm, this smells so delicious!

Fei Jackal floated forward. However, the sea has changed and times have changed. Although the mountain is the same mountain, with the snow, everything looks like it, but nothing is the same.

After finding the wrong place for the third time, Fei Jackal didn't dare to breathe ghostly anymore. He looked at Qin Liuxi and said, "Our Qingping Sect is very secretive. Otherwise, anyone can come and become our disciple." You can’t show your grand style even if you are studying art, right?”

Qin Liuxi said: "It seems that I can't rely on you to find him."

Fei Jackal opened his mouth, but did not dare to speak for fear of being retaliated.

He turned toward Qin Liuxi and saw that she had taken a palm-sized compass from the young apprentice, and then drawn a soul-finding talisman out of thin air. The talisman flashed with golden light in mid-air.

Fei Jackal was struck so hard that he became a ghost. Is this what the master said about how a little spiritual light can turn into a talisman?

Alright, his front wave is made useless by the back wave.

"This is?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw that with a wave of her hand, the talisman flew towards him and stuck to his body. Then, she hooked her hand and murmured the formula, hooking him to the compass. The pointer rotated rapidly, pointing to the west.

 Fei Jackal: “…”

While guarding the Little Hell, he seemed to have heard a word said by the ghosts coming and going, what was it called, tool man?

He is now, a tool soul used to guide the way. (End of chapter)