One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

  Chapter 77 The ancestor's belated rebellious period (4)

  The heroine died at the place where she'emerged from the mountain'.

  The thing she saw above should be the heroine.

  Lingqiong didn't quite understand why Jianghe, the group of people, could still blatantly come to others' sites.

  Is this the arrogance of being a villain?

  Lingqiong stepped into the main hall, standing a spirit sign in the forefront, and standing beside a man in white clothes like snow.

  The man is extremely young, with a white hair hanging down softly behind him, as handsome as an immortal.

  He stood there without any expression at this time, as if there was a layer of enchantment all over his body, and no one could approach it at will.

  The male lead is worthy of being a male lead, and they are all top matches.

  This look, this figure...tsh tsh!

  What a pity, what a pity.

  It would be nice if it can be collected.

   There is no time in your life-you have to screw it!

Hey.

  Lingqiong can only think about it. After all, she has a dedicated personality for herself, so she can't be so bothered.

  Thinking about the trouble with the male lead, she suddenly calmed down a lot.

  Lingqiong was thinking wildly while waiting for the people in front to leave.

  Yanwei Mountain's sight has been drooping down, like a sculpture, and there is no response.

  Lingqiong inserted the incense into the incense burner, and wanted to slip quickly.

  The male lead is a bit scary, she is scared.

   "Stop!"

  Lingqiong paused with her hand holding her skirt, and the choice in her mind was running quickly, or stopping and jumping repeatedly.

  "Weishan Xianzun." Jiang He turned around first, saluting respectfully, "What's the matter with you?"

   Yan Weishan's lowered gaze just now rested on Lingqiong.

  The cold eyes, with the dark light of scrutiny and unpredictability, make people chill.

  Lingqiong put her skirt down, turned around, folded her hands in front of her in a proper manner, looked at Yan Weishan's line of sight, and smiled lightly.

  At this time, the hero should not know who she is...

  So why do you stop Dad?

  Yan Weishan stared directly at her, her voice low: "Who is she?"

   "Weishan Xianzun, this is our Young Master." Jianghe replied neither humble nor overbearing.

  "Young villager?" Yan Weishan paused for two seconds, "hasn't your young villager been missing for many years?"

   Jianghe: "We also just found the young owner some time ago."

"is it?"

  Yanweishan's tone is a bit weird.

"Yes it is."

   Jianghe didn't panic at all, coping with Yan Weishan's doubts.

  Yanweishan didn't say much, and signaled that they could leave.

  Lingqiong immediately turned and left the hall.

  Going far away, Lingqiong clutched her chest and patted, "What does he mean?"

  Jinghe also didn't quite know what Yanweishan meant.

  Yanweishan didn’t do anything special just now...

   Jiang He said: "Maybe I haven't seen you before, so ask one more question."

  Lingqiong pouted, "There are so many people he hasn't seen before, so why just ask me, am I better-looking?"

   Jianghe: "..."

  How many people are here, do they know everyone?

  If you don’t know him, just ask, how can his sculptures be decorated?

  There must be ghosts!

  ...

  The Great Hall.

  At this time, the door of the hall was closed, and the light in the whole hall was slightly dim.

  Yanweishan sits on a futon on the ground, holding a hairpin in his hand.

  Yan Weishan stared at the hairpin for a long time, his fingertips slowly injected spiritual power, and the hairpin flew out of his hand and hung in the void.

  There is a picture projected from the hairpin, unfolding in the air, forming a complete image.

  The angle of view is from below, there is a woman standing on top, avoiding falling rubble.

  This is the picture of the cave where Lingqiong just came.

  The picture is not clear, the falling gravel obscures the people in the picture, and it is even more blurred when moving fast.

  From this picture alone, Yan Weishan is not sure if he is the same person as the young owner.

  But his intuition...Yes.

  Yanweishan took the hairpin back, and the screen disappeared.

   "Come here."

  The main hall door was pushed a little open, and someone came in from outside.

   "Xianzun."

  Yanweishan gave an order, "Go and check the young owner of Yuelu Villa."

  The visitor didn't ask why, so he left after responding.

  ...

  Lingqiong feels something is wrong and wants to slip away.

   Stay away from the male lead to survive!

  But Jiang He said, if they leave now, if there is any doubt, doesn't it just appear that they have a guilty conscience?

  So Jianghe felt unable to leave.

   Lingqiong pondered, she might feel that Jianghe made sense, and she reluctantly agreed-at least Gou will slip until tomorrow!

  The yard where Lingqiong lives hasn't stopped. After a while, someone came over to see her, the young owner.

  After all, the young owner, who had been missing for many years, suddenly found him.

  They have to come here with a polite sentence when they meet.

  Lingqiong is still a little fresh at first.

  The back and forth are all those polite words back and forth, otherwise it's just her words, and soon the freshness is gone, and Jiang He doesn't pay attention and just slips away.

  ...

  Tianqingzong covers a large area, and there are several main peaks. The buildings on the main peak are magnificent, and the clouds and mists surround it. From the outside, it is quite spectacular.

  Besides the good scenery here, the aura is also very strong.

  Lingqiong could feel those auras constantly pouring into her body, but she didn't take the initiative to absorb it, she turned around and went out again.

  Lingqiong feels like a personal filter.

  Lingqiong has now adapted to this body and can use flying skills proficiently.

  In places with strong spiritual energy, using spiritual power will do more with less, and it’s very refreshing to fly.

  However, when she flew to one place, the spiritual power in her body instantly seemed to be blocked and could not be used.

  The spiritual power was interrupted, Lingqiong instantly fell like a flying machine without power.

  If it weren't for the trees below as a buffer, Lingqiong felt that she would have to explain here.

   "Bah, baah!"

  Lingqiong got down from the tree branches, and first arranged her hair and clothes.

  Where is this?

  Lingqiong turned her head and looked around, and it seemed no different from other places.

  Then why can't you use spiritual power suddenly?

  Lingqiong was not familiar with the Tianqingzong either, and didn't pay much attention when flying. At this time, she didn't know where she was.

  Lingqiong walked out of the place with many trees, into the open area, and looked into the distance.

  This is like a V-shaped canyon. She is standing at the entrance at this time. At a deeper level, something similar to the spire of the tower protrudes from the canopy.

  A golden light flashed on the spire of the tower.

  Lingqiong frowned, just when she wanted to go and take a look, she heard a scream in the distance.

"what-"

  She looked inside again, the golden light was gone, as if it was her hallucination just now.

  Lingqiong wanted to go inside, only to find that the front was blocked by a layer of transparent things and couldn't make it through.

"what-"

  The call from a distance continued to come, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

  ...

  Lingqiong strolled outside and came back by herself, Jiang He was in a hurry.

   Seeing people come back, they rushed over, "Ancestor, where have you been?"

   "Walk around." Lingqiong took a seat in the chair, "Pour me a glass of water."

  Jianhe said while pouring water: "This is the Tianqing Sect, ancestors, please don't run around. If something happens, how can Jianghe explain to the elders?"

   "I am such a big person, what accidents can happen."

  "Ancestor, your clothes..." Jiang He pointed to the skirt, where it was all torn.

  "It was broken by a branch." Lingqiong took a drink with a cup of water, and grumbled with her cheeks, "This clothes is too weak, so there is nothing like a vestment?"

--small theater--

  Jinghe: Do you know why the clothes are not strong, ancestors?

  Lingqiong: Why?

  Yinghe: Because they don’t vote!

  Lingqiong: …Don’t you vote?

  (End of this chapter)