She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 415

He Miao heard Zhuan Sunyuan's urging, and still looked at him quietly without taking his eyes off it.

She hadn't seen him for many years. The person in front of her had the same eyebrows, the same eyes, and the same person.

Xiao Xiao is solemn, hearty and clear, lonely but not arrogant.

After a long time, seeing the pain brewing in his eyes, she realized that she has a mouth, she can explain everything.

"I"

As soon as she spoke, Zhuan Sunyuan interrupted her, his eyes trembled slightly, and he asked unconsciously, "Did you ever, for a moment?"

Having said that, he lowered his eyes and shut his mouth. What exactly was he expecting.

Could it be that he wanted to get a sentence that everything in the past was all a lie?

Without waiting for He Miao's explanation, not far away, a woman in white floated over, and saw Zhuan Sunyuan holding a sharp sword, and standing in front of He Miao.

Busy landed lightly, and stopped in a cold voice: "Brother, what are you doing? My father is staying in Qingfeng Palace."

When Zhuan Sunyuan heard the words, a hint of surprise flashed in his Danfeng eyes, and he looked back at He Miao expectantly.

He Miao rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.

"Senior Brother, my father is waiting for you." The Qingyin Saintess urged indifferently.

Just as he was talking, a person suddenly appeared beside him, dressed in goose yellow, with a gorgeous face and holding a black fan, it was Zhou Yixian.

"noob!"

He looked at the woman in front of him almost in ecstasy, with a pair of coquettish peach blossom eyes, now also stained with a touch of pink because of joy.

He subconsciously took a step forward and stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her hand as usual.

"roll!"

Before Zhou Yixian's finger touched the sleeve of Qingyin Saintess, she frowned, her brows and eyes were full of anger, she waved her hand, and slapped Zhou Yixian heavily.

Zhou Yixian was not on his guard, he accepted this move abruptly, and spat out a mouthful of blood in his chest.

Blood splattered out, and the goose-yellow skirt was stained with dots of blood, which looked quite hideous.

He Miao and Zhuansun Yuan looked at each other, and Zhuansun Yuan's Danfeng eyes were full of doubts and incomprehensions.

who is thisWhat does it have to do with my junior sister Qingyin Saintess?
He Miao subtly shook her head at him, signaling him not to intervene first, and then she would explain to him in detail.

After the Qingyin saintess slapped the palm, she turned around and left.

Zhou Yixian supported his chest with one hand and the handle of the fan with the other, begging in pain:
"Xiaobai, what did I do wrong that you won't even take another look at me?"

When He Miao heard this, she shook her head secretly in her heart. A man who falls in love is hopeless.

The figure of Qingyin Saintess paused, her plain back straightened a bit, her tone was as cold as ice, and she said:
"Zhou Yixian, you let me be your maid, bullied me, humiliated me, made fun of me like this, I should have killed you with one slap."

"Forgive your life today, if you don't leave quickly, don't get entangled."

Hearing this, Zhou Yixian seemed to have heard some unbelievable joke, and just looked up to the sky and laughed.

Looking straight ahead again, those coquettish and charming peach blossom eyes were a bit bloody.

"You said that I can let you be a maid, but I never let you do any work that a maid should do."

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't tell whether he was laughing, crying, or a little crazy.

"You said I bullied you? I brought you back to the restaurant covered in blood. I shook hands with you to keep you warm in winter, and fanned you to drive away flies and bugs in summer. I gave you thrushes and combed your hair."

When Zhou Yixian said this, the Qingyin saintess interrupted him, and only said coldly:

"I do not remember."

As he spoke, he glanced at the other two who were still watching the play, and urged, "Why don't you hurry up?"

"Can not remember?"

Zhou Yixian sneered when he heard this, it was in vain that he spent most of his life being chic and suave.

For the first time in my life, I treated someone so kindly with all my heart and soul. Unexpectedly, what I got in the end was someone who didn't remember.

Good one can't remember!

His beautiful hair was scattered all over, and he looked like an evil spirit. He tore up the black fan in his hand, threw the fan away, looked up to the sky and laughed, and turned to leave.

He Miao wanted to go up and chase him, but in the blink of an eye, there was nowhere was the figure of the man just now.

He Miao sighed, squatted down, and picked up the black fan that had been torn in two from the ground.

Seeing her movements, Qingyin Saintess and Zhuan Sunyuan frowned at the same time, but kept their mouths shut.

He Miao raised his head and saw two people dressed in white, the same cold, the same frowning and not speaking.

He Miao suspected for a moment that they were actually not brothers and sisters, but twins, otherwise how could they be so similar?
Several people went to Tianxuanmen to look for Taoist Lingyang.

It wasn't until seeing that his master was safe and sound that Zhuan Sunyuan's heart that had been hanging was relaxed.

Taoist Lingyang opened his eyes, a pair of ordinary eyes contained countless things, and fell silent in an instant, he only asked lightly:
"Yuanqing, what have you learned over the past few years about Taishang Wangqing?"

It seemed that all the turmoil in the outside world, everything that happened these days had nothing to do with him.

Zhuan Sunyuan lowered his eyes, and said respectfully: "The Supreme Being is not ruthless, but sees through all emotions and concentrates his heart."

Taoist Lingyang nodded with mild eyebrows and eyes, and added: "The Supreme Being forgets love for sentient beings, and ascends to the Immortal Dao Wuji."

Outside the door, He Miao and the Qingyin Saintess were standing together.

He Miao was still fiddling with Zhou Yixian's black fan just now, trying to tear the fan in half to see how it could be pieced together.

The light tone saintess glanced at the black fan with a cold expression.

He Miao fiddled with it for a long time, but saw no progress, so he had to put away the fan, then looked at the Qingyin Saintess, and asked:
"In the future, will you be in charge of Qingfeng Palace?"

The light-tone saintess looked up at the smog in the distance, and nodded coldly.

He Miao's thoughts were flying, and she returned to the scene when she met Taoist Lingyang a few days ago.

When Taoist Lingyang saw He Miao, the first sentence he spoke surprised her. "From the first time I saw you, I guessed that there would be today."

He Miao looked suspiciously at the unpretentious old man in front of him, doubting the authenticity of his words.

The first time she saw him was more than ten years ago when Zhuan Sunyuan wanted to force her to marry and brought her to see Taoist Lingyang.

I remember that at that time, Taoist Lingyang seemed to be just telling me, "You two must practice more diligently in the future."

She remembered that Taoist Lingyang didn't show any strangeness to her at that time.

Taoist Lingyang didn't care about the suspicion in her eyes, he just asked her: "Have you decided yet?"

He Miao's expression froze, and he looked at the old man in front of him. He was obviously a simple old man, but he seemed to see through her mind in an instant.

"Whether the old man ascends or falls in the future is entirely up to you."

As soon as these words came out, He Miao was even more shocked than before.How did he know that she knew the method of ascension?

Before leaving, her ancestor Bai Fu specifically explained one thing to her, which was about the method of ascension.

Unexpectedly, Taoist Lingyang guessed it all? !

What kind of character is this, so wise and close to a monster.

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