Chu Yang

Chapter 22 A Little Story

"Tianjiao boy?"

The lords of all forces looked at each other in blank dismay, the one who wanted to rise suddenly?

What does Mr. Ling Xiao want to do?

Could it be that he came to the lower realm to find someone?

"I'm a little tired, you go down."

Ling Xiao naturally didn't bother to explain to them, he directly grabbed Ye Qingchan's hand and walked towards the apse.

Feng Jiaoer hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

The rest of the masters of the forces rushed back to their own sect without stopping, and then mobilized their disciples to start looking for the Tianjiao boy that Young Master Ling Xiao was talking about.

In the next three days, what happened to Xuanjianzong spread out without any accident.

The various sects came with the Zhenzong artifact, intending to destroy Xuanjianzong.

But in the end, they handed over the artifacts one by one willingly, and visited Young Master Ling Xiao who was visiting Jianzong.

So far, the top forces in the Northern Wilderness have already guessed the identity of the young master.

Coming from the Holy State, her cultivation base is terrifying, and she prefers beauties.

Countless forces secretly feared, trying to find out the purpose of this young master's descent.

The younger monks, on the other hand, admire him deeply and want to see Ling Xiaotian's appearance.

Especially some female disciples who call themselves proud girls are always looking forward to meeting this young master on the street, so as to find their own fortune.

The entire Northern Wilderness suddenly became chaotic.

"Have you heard? Sect Master Qianmei actually gave the holy girl Feng Jiaoer to Master Ling Xiao as a maid!"

"Feng Jiaoer! The goddess of dreams in the hearts of many men in the Northern Wilderness!"

"To tell you the truth, since I met Feng Jiaoer at the foot of Qianmeizong Mountain a few years ago, I have been masturbating for a whole year since I came back!"

"What are you! I look at her portrait at least ten times a day!"

"Hey, what a pity, my goddess has been reduced to someone else's tool from now on!"

In the middle of the Northern Wilderness, in a magnificent and ancient city.

Several young monks gathered together, drinking and chatting.

At this time, they didn't pay attention at all. Not far from them, a young man in white was staring at them with gloomy eyes and clasped his hands tightly.

"Feng Jiaoer, this bitch would rather be someone's maid than my fiancée! Just wait for me!"

The boy looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, and his face was inexplicably pale.

His name is Ye Fan, and he is the son of the Ye family in Qingfeng City.

As for Feng Jiao'er, before she became the Saintess of Qianmei Sect, she was just a lady from a small family in this city.

The two have been engaged since childhood.

But Ye Fan was born with weak veins and could not cultivate, but that Feng Jiaoer was extremely talented, and within a few years, he was accepted as a personal disciple by Sect Master Qian Mei, and even the Feng family became a well-known cultivation family in Qingfeng City.

Last year, when Ye Fan came of age, Feng Jiaoer and Wei Dengmen, the saintess of Qianmei Sect, withdrew from the marriage in front of countless old children of the Ye family!

It was also on that night that Ye Fan accidentally awakened the sealed memory in his despair and madness.

"You wait for me, it won't be long before I will make you kneel in front of me and repent"

The mountain behind Xuanjianzong.

Ling Xiao was lying on the soft couch in the hall, Ye Qingchan held a peeled grape and put it into his mouth.

During these three days, he lived a leisurely life.

There is nothing to tease Ye Qingchan, and by the way, I am waiting for the information sent by the masters of each sect.

But Ling Xiao was a little disappointed that the arrogant youngsters found by those power lords were either heirs of the ancient clan or the young masters of the aristocratic family. Their journey was smooth and smooth, and they did not conform to the growth trajectory of the son of destiny at all.

"Could it be that good luck really has nothing to do with me?"

Since coming to Beihuang, the call in Ling Xiao's head has also disappeared.

This inevitably made him a little disappointed.

"Why are you troubled, son?"

Ye Qingchan brought a glass of sake, looked at the trace of sadness in Ling Xiao's eyebrows, and was slightly puzzled.

With an identity like a son, would there be times of worry?

"nothing."

Of course Ling Xiao would not tell Ye Qingchan that he was looking for a treasure hunting beast that could help him find fortune.

Although he is a villain, Ye Qingchan is indeed the daughter of destiny, and may not be able to accept his style of acting.

"My lord, it is said that there are many aristocratic families in the central part of the Northern Wilderness, and there are many ancient sects. If you want to find someone, why not try your luck there?"

Ye Qingchan knew that Ling Xiao didn't fully trust her yet, a look of disappointment flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Let's wait another day. If there is no clue after a day, we will go around."

"Okay! Our Ye family is in Qingfeng City in the middle of the Northern Wilderness, so we can just go back and see our clansmen."

Ye Qingchan looked very excited, but Ling Xiao couldn't help frowning.

"Ye family, this family has always been a man of destiny."

"Miss Qingchan is from the Ye family in Qingfeng City?"

Feng Jiaoer, who had never opened her mouth, was suddenly stunned when she heard the words.

"Well, my father is the third son of the Ye family. After joining the Xuanjian sect, he seldom went back."

Ye Qingchan was obviously hostile towards Feng Jiaoer, even her tone was a bit cold.

"You are also from Qingfeng City?"

Ling Xiao suddenly became interested, and looked Feng Jiaoer up and down.

Leaving aside the charming charm on her body, this Feng Jiaoer is really good-looking.

The crescent eyebrows are green, and the noodles are springy.

Enchanting and charming, slim and touching.

just

This Meizong woman has always been the protagonist of an era, and her more likely identity is also a stepping stone for others.

"My son, my daughter is from the Feng family in Qingfeng City, and she once had a soul appointment with Ye Fan from the Ye family in Qingfeng City."

Gan! !

The name Ye Fan has a story no matter how it sounds.

Ever had an engagement?

This routine is so familiar.

"Oh? You took the initiative to break off the engagement?"

Ling Xiao sat up from the soft couch all of a sudden, and Ye Qingchan and Feng Jiaoer's pretty faces froze at the same time in fright.

Although he saw a trace of luck in this Feng Jiaoer, it was really very little.

That's why he didn't intend to keep her by his side.

However, what will happen to the heroine who retired from the engagement?

Ling Xiao suddenly smiled.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes!

"Yes, the master said, my Zong Meigong should not be broken, otherwise all previous achievements will be wasted, so when I was an adult, I went down to the Ye family in person and called off this marriage."

Feng Jiaoer's face was shy, and her eyes were full of charm.

As expected of the saintess of Qianmeizong, every frown and smile is full of temptation.

"Hmph, then your master gave you to the young master as a maid, isn't it afraid that you will lose your cultivation?"

Ye Qingchan snorted coldly, her face full of disdain.

In the past few years, she has also heard many rumors about Feng Jiaoer. This woman has done many things to seduce men.

It was rumored that when a king of a dynasty saw her, he gave up everything to stay under the Qianmei sect, which eventually led to the collapse of the country and the death of the dynasty, and became a sinner through the ages.

"If it is for the young master, the slave family is willing."

Feng Jiaoer lowered her head, her pretty face was slightly red, and her voice was shy.

"Bah, shameless."

But at this time, Ling Xiao looked at Feng Jiao'er meaningfully, and shook his head slightly.

"You're retiring the engagement, I'm afraid it's not just because you will break your merits."

(End of this chapter)