Sheng Fu

338 Bystander

Qingyun Mountain, Liyang Palace.

Condescending, you can see all the small mountains at a glance, and the Ruiyuan River is galloping like a dragon.

Among those sect forces that are at the same level, there is no other odd number except the God of War Sect.

After several days of confrontation, most of the sects have already been eliminated. Li Huaian and Gu Qinghao fought more and more bravely, almost invincible.

In the gazebo, a beautiful and clear woman was drinking scented tea from a blue-glazed porcelain cup, accompanied by two women.

The Qingyun Conference is originally a grand event in the practice world, and has nothing to do with temples.

But Princess Qianling came. Accompanied by Hua Qingying and Zhu Yue, Princess Qianling did not reveal her identity, and this time she did not bring her Absolute Sword to Qingyun Mountain to show off her royal demeanor.

"I'm a little disappointed that Mr. Yuwen didn't come in person." Qian Ling said suddenly.

Zhu Yue and Hua Qingying didn't know how to answer for a while. As the master of Hengchang Sect, Yu Wenjun really wanted to be there in person. Guo Shenghe and Jing Hanqing were in the name of Bagu. Although the pomp was enough, the righteous master didn't Come in person, after all, it's not interesting.

The suzerains of both Juntian Sect and Nanshan Sword Sect had already been present in person, showing up from time to time. The masters who were rare to see on weekdays had no pretensions of clouds and fog, and had a peaceful look.

Without coming in person, Yu Wenjun naturally left a not-so-good impression in the hearts of many suzerains.

Princess Qianling came to Qingyun Mountain for no other purpose, just to join in the fun, if she could have an unexpected meeting with Yu Wenjun in secret, drink tea and discuss the Tao together, it would be considered arty.

After this little calculation failed, I felt a little uncomfortable.

At the meeting, she also witnessed the cultivation of the disciples of various sects. Compared with her own, Qian Ling felt that she could still be much stronger, which she was very satisfied with.

She already knew the general situation well. There were some disciples other than the famous masters who were quite handsome, but due to various reasons, they failed to show their true strength.

Some things are exactly the same as those in the officialdom.

I don't know how much some famous masters secretly paid in order to save their face.

There are some things that he can't do anything about. If a second-rate sect gets the Qingyun Order and his own background is insufficient, how should he manage it?
Qian Ling sighed and said, "Suddenly, I feel dull. The final boss is between Gu Qinghao and Li Huai'an. I wonder how the two elder sisters think about this matter?"

Hua Qingying hesitated to speak, and Zhu Yue did the same, she didn't know what to say about some things.

It didn't come out of nowhere for no reason, it's just that everyone didn't know the forces behind the God of War Sect.

"I'm going down the mountain first, so the two sisters don't need to be escorted." Qian Ling put down his teacup and said.

Hua Qingying and Zhu Yue bowed slightly, Qian Ling got up, put on the silver fox mask, and left this place with the wind in hand.

Not long after, Qian Ling came to the foot of the mountain. When passing through a small forest, he found the pair of boys and girls. The girl was cooking vegetables in an iron pot, and the boy was sitting cross-legged beside him, embracing Yuan and guarding one another, pretending to be a tall man. .

Qian Ling found it interesting for a moment, so he came to the canopy of a big tree and stared at the boy and girl from a distance.

Glancing at the young man carefully, he is a loyal, resolute and persistent person in terms of appearance. Although his posture is good, there is no real energy surging in his body, and his bones are not bad. He has a big frame and extraordinary physical strength. Way, maybe there will be some success.

This time, from north to south, she has witnessed many landscapes, and it is also the first time she has traveled far since she was born. What she sees and hears on the road is different from what she imagined.

A wise old man, a loving husband and wife, and filial piety to their children. This was the picture scroll she imagined in the deep palace compound. After she really went on the road, she saw that the old man was confused and selfish, and saw that the couple was affectionate on the surface, but in reality they just got what they wanted. Just need it.

As for those children, the youths are full of vigor and good in heart, but in the end they just follow the old path of their parents, or become a craftsman, or inherit their father's career, and there are not many people who can study in the school. Fortunately, The teacher is still doing his best.

And many young girls are very sad. At an age when they don't know the taste of life, they marry carelessly, and when they can understand a lot of truths, they live their best years.

It was this pair of boys and girls that made Qian Ling's eyes shine.

She has also seen wild excursions in the rivers and lakes. Although that kind of people are precarious, they can handle a few tough moves. What's more, they can walk against the wind, showing the demeanor of immortality. It's true that Yuan is vain and superficial, but he can be regarded as a practitioner anyway.

And this young man is just pretending that he is a practitioner.

And if you enter the play too deeply, you will return to chaos, between entering the world and leaving the world.

But the eyes of girls looking at boys are beautiful, and the eyes of boys looking at girls are also beautiful.

They were dressed in rags and had traveled an unknown distance before arriving here, but their eyes were still as clear as water.

People fighting for crossing rarely have a clear mind, at least Qian Ling feels that this young man's mind is clearer than that of Yu Wenjun.

Qian Ling came up on the spur of the moment, and descended gracefully in front of the young girl.

A graceful woman wearing a silver fox mask came suddenly, the boy and the girl were stunned on the spot, the thousand spirits bloomed like moonlight, refreshing, they had never seen such a beautiful person, even if the other party was wearing a mask .

Qian Ling laughed softly and said, "I see that you two have delicate bones and are malleable talents, so you are willing to follow me into Qianye's Garden to practice."

The boy and the girl looked at each other, the former looked a little smug, as if to say, look, our dream has finally come true.

The two who had been down for a long time were just about to kneel down and salute, when Qian Lingyu raised his hand lightly, and a gentle and true essence lifted their bodies.

He said softly: "There is no need to be too polite, just follow me along the way."

Coming to Qingyun Mountain to hit the big luck, they really hit it.

The excitement and joy in the hearts of the boys and girls was beyond words.

Qian Ling thought of Yu Wenjun's construction of Hengchang Academy, founding a school and other things, thinking about what he did today, it can be regarded as arty in disguise, and took in two beauties on a whim.

Although she knew in her heart that the young man's future cultivation path would be difficult and even unlikely to be successful, Qian Ling would still give them cultivation resources not weaker than those of the famous sect disciples.

How far they can go depends on their own understanding.

In the past, they felt that the mountains were high and the waters were long, but today's teenagers suddenly feel that the mountains are not high and the waters are not long.

Lucky people will always feel that all the embarrassment in the past will eventually turn into a splendid and beautiful scenery.

At the Qingyun Conference, some people were still struggling in the swamp, unable to cross by themselves.

Some people have hit the jackpot, while others are still silently deducing calculations.

(End of this chapter)