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Chapter 368

In her own cave, Shu Pinghui was studying a scroll of jade slips attentively.

It was a spell bought from Qian Xiaocai when he was in Changhuan Mansion - "Zhu Tian Twelve Tones", which is mainly for killing and attacking, and it is extremely powerful.

A golden bell is placed on the table, constantly changing into various musical instruments such as qin, se, zither, Xiao, flute, drum, gong, etc. The spiritual consciousness is the hand and the spiritual power is the mouth, and these musical instruments play and play the wonderful movement hidden in the murderous intention.

After comprehending one of the moves, Shu Pinghui drew his spiritual sense and controlled the spiritual power to cover the surface of the golden bell. A dazzling light flashed, and the golden bell instantly turned into a strange-looking piccolo.

She was about to trigger the sound of the flute, but the restriction of the cave was suddenly touched.

"what?"

Shu Pinghui looked at the gate and frowned suspiciously.

"Isn't it here to rob the cave?"

She muttered to herself, got up and left the house.

Outside the door, stood an unexpected acquaintance.

"Lan Chucui?!"

Lan Chucui looked cold, and nodded slightly to the astonished Shu Pinghui.

Before thinking about the other party's intention, Shu Pinghui first noticed the other party's cultivation.

"Have you completed your breakthrough? Congratulations!"

She raised a smile and congratulated.

After returning to the Zongmen, Lan Chucui successfully advanced to Nascent Soul, judging from the aura around her, her cultivation had been consolidated for a while.

Lan Chucui's eyes softened slightly, and she thanked her softly.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Shu Pinghui asked.

"Well, there is something I want to discuss with you, is it convenient for you now?"

"It's convenient, but it's convenient. It's so strange that you would come to me to discuss things..."

As Shu Pinghui spoke, she suddenly caught the flash of embarrassment on Lan Chucui's face.

She froze for a moment, her thoughts turned, and a flash of light flashed through her mind.

"Don't have anything to do with Rongrong?!"

"..."

Lan Chucui didn't answer, but subconsciously dodged her gaze.

Shu Pinghui retreated abruptly, jumped behind the door, and tried to close it.

"I'm not an emotional counseling office here!"

After speaking, she seemed to feel a little unreasonable, so she hurriedly added another sentence: "Besides, I don't understand this aspect. Listening to my nonsense may lead to bad things."

Lan Chucui raised one long leg and propped it on the door to prevent the other party from closing it.

"Then who else can I talk to? You are the only ones who are close to her."

"Uh... Senior Sister Yu? No, she's busy. Brother Huo? No, he only knows how to cultivate. Yin Xueze—forget it, don't think about it. Wu Yaochen, hiss, I feel like he can come up with a bunch of bad ideas. Uh...um..."

Shu Pinghui finished listing them one by one with her fingers, and finally had to smile coyly: "It seems that you can only find me, huh?"

Lan Chucui said with a straight face: "Aren't you very interested in other people's love entanglements? Don't you want a door-to-door conversation?"

"Oh...the situation is different..."

Shu Pinghui wrinkled her face, looking distressed and embarrassed.

"—Forget it this time."

After uttering these words, she sighed and looked at the other party helplessly.

Lan Chucui sensed a hint of sympathy in the gaze cast on her.

Her eyes darkened.

"Anyway, the most I can give you is one piece of advice."

Shu Pinghui continued, and in Lan Chucui's brightened eyes, she exhaled and said:
"Where there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, it's good to change the target!"

As soon as the voice fell, the door was slammed shut with a "bang".

Because he had just pressed his leg against the door, Lan Chucui couldn't help but retreat several steps to counteract the force.

The first reaction was to be shocked by the opponent's strength. After regaining consciousness, Lan Chucui narrowed her eyes, stepped forward and slammed the door hard.

"Why are you hiding! Speak clearly!"

There was no movement inside the door.

Lan Chucui took a deep breath.

"Five Dragon Bone Casting Immortal Art, do you want it?! If you don't want it, I'll tear it up!"

The door opened instantly.

Shu Pinghui leaned forward to invite, polite and courteous.

"Please come in."

……

Qiongju enclave.

Jing Yingrong stood outside her original cave.

Su Tian was not at home at this time, and there was a small sign hanging outside the gate, on which was written where she went out and when she would return home.

The location is Fengyuan Continent, and the time is very close, so Jing Yingrong stayed in place and waited, while observing her old residence.

The appearance of the cave has not changed much, the biggest difference is that the big tree in front of the gate is gone.

"Did the Qingling Dao Seed hide?" Jijiebi asked.

Jing Yingrong let out a "huh".

Jijie Pen: "It grows very fast, no wonder the concentration of aura on the enclave has increased by a bit."

At this moment, there was a surprise shout: "Senior Sister Jing!"

Jing Yingrong turned around, and not far away, Su Tian waved his arms at her with a smile on his face.

There are several young disciples behind Su Tian, ​​who are looking at Jing Yingrong curiously.

Su Tian turned around and said a few words to them, those people left, and she rushed towards Jing Yingrong.

"I haven't seen Senior Sister for a long time, did you come back after performing foreign affairs?"

Jing Yingrong: "Hmm. Are they your guests?"

Su Tian opened the restriction on the cave and replied: "No, we came back from Fengyuan Continent together after work, and they also passed here because they were on the way."

Then she remembered something, pointed to a location in front of the door and said:

"Ah, by the way, Senior Sister, it's really like what you said, that tree suddenly disappeared one day, just last month. Is it still in Qiongju Enclave?"

Jing Yingrong: "It's still there."

Su Tian muttered "It's amazing", and then led Jing Yingrong into the room.

The cave is generally the same, but there are more objects and the atmosphere is more warm.

Su Tian asked Jing Yingrong to sit down and then went to prepare tea and snacks. Looking at her busy figure, Jing Yingrong continued the topic just now and asked:

"Are you going to Fengyuan Continent to work?"

"Well, a lot of low-level monster corpses have been transported back from the frontline during this period, and they need to be handled manually. The sect sent us outer disciples there. There are flying boats to pick them up, and they also have contribution points. It's not bad. Hehe. What about you, Senior Sister? Did your mission go well? You and Senior Sister must be on a very dangerous mission!"

"It's not dangerous, it's relatively smooth."

Jing Yingrong then selected some experiences and stories along the way to Su Tian, ​​and Su Tian was so delighted that he almost spilled his tea.

"When can I be like you."

Su Tian's face was full of envy and longing.

Jing Yingrong said sincerely, "With your cultivation, it's still too early."

"...Sister Jing, you hit me again."

Tea and snacks were brought to the table, Su Tian sat across from Jing Yingrong, took out a stack of booklets and pushed them in front of Jing Yingrong.

"Senior sister, you must be here for this, anyway, you didn't come to see me specially."

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

Su Tian: "..."

Jing Yingrong looked at the thickness of the booklet, nodded in satisfaction, then opened the cover that said "God is back, maybe he won't love you this time", and immersed himself in it.

She read it attentively, not using her spiritual sense to obtain the content, but carefully reading line by line.

The sky outside the window turned from bright to dark, and the booklet in my hand became thinner and thinner.

After reading the last sentence at the end of the page, Jing Yingrong turned the page eagerly.

Entry is blank.

"what."

Accompanied by her voice, there were weird emotional fluctuations.

Just like the rising tide suddenly recedes, the ignited flame suddenly turns to ashes, the drums and music blare in the last moment, and everything is silent in the next moment.

Even the three spirits in the sea of ​​consciousness could feel the huge emotional gap.

Jishajian asked aloud: "What?"

Jing Yingrong stared straight at the blank last page, and said, "No more."

"……That's it?"

"It's broken at a critical point."

The light in her eyes was dry, and her voice was cold.

"It feels so disgusting."

(End of this chapter)