After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 12 I Can Help You

Yun Weixian didn't turn his head back: "This is my family's business, if you have nothing to do, you can leave on your own in a quarter of an hour."

Obviously, when she first met him, she looked curious as if she had nothing to do with her, but this will become her family's business.

However, this is her.

Thinking about it, Qi Yuemian couldn't help but have a little eagerness in her tone: "As long as you ask, I can help you."

Hearing this, Yun Weixian paused, remembered and said: "The favor I owe you, come to me later to pay it off."

After finishing speaking, he asked Ning Qingyuan to take out the magic weapon to make it bigger, and flew away like when he came.

Qi Yuemian only glanced at it from a distance, it looked like an iron plate, and immediately froze for a while.

Then he murmured: "Your faction is really poor."

The three of them just now used willow leaves, the lowest-level flying magic weapon that can be bought with low-grade spirit stones.

This would simply use a broken iron plate that came from nowhere.

Yan Wenshu was just adjusting his breath, not in meditation, but he didn't know what to say when he heard it.

But Qi Yuemian seemed too bored, and asked again: "Have you ever thought that your seventh junior sister might be taken away by a ghost from nowhere? If you listen to her like this, you won't be afraid of accidents?"

"If you don't listen, something will happen."

"Hehe, it's still a bet."

Qi Yuemian raised her eyebrows, but cast a glance at Yan Wenshugao.

But Yan Wenshu has never even met Yun Que, and he doesn't know where Yun Que comes from, and he can't get any useful words.

It's better to protect Yunqie's apprentice.

After a quarter of an hour passed, he flicked his fingers to dissipate the remaining talismans around him, and stood up.

Sensing his movements, Yan Wenshu suddenly opened his eyes, and subconsciously took precautions, even though it was useless.

"I'm going to help."

Qi Yuemian ignored him, and after saying a few words, he disappeared.

Yan Wenshu hesitated for a moment, thinking that Yun Weixian hadn't explained much about this person, so he closed his eyes again, just doing his own thing.

After all, after meeting high-level monks face-to-face, I finally realized what it means to be helpless, and I also understood that the few of them at this moment are nothing more than a burden.

The most burdensome thing to do is to stay well, don't make trouble, and do what you are asked to do.

On the other side, Yun Weixian had brought Ning Qingyuan to the destination.

The latter didn't understand why he was brought here instead of the most useful elder brother, but he didn't dare to ask at all.

He followed Yun Weixian, and walked into the cave that had been here several times, but there was nothing there.

After taking a few bends, I realized something was wrong—it was different from when he came, there were not so many roads.

And vaguely, the ding-dong sound of the underground water can be heard, as if walking to the bottom of the lake.

Just thinking about it, Ning Qingyuan saw Yun Weixian reaching out to touch something in front of him, and then suddenly stepped on the ground, and the two of them fell straight down like this.

Hearing his screams, Yun Weixian sighed, drew a Taoist talisman and supported the two of them, and landed firmly on the ground.

This is a hole in a hole in the ground, without a light source, it relies entirely on the spirit stones piled up around it to emit firefly light.

Relying on this light, one can vaguely see that the two of them are in the center of a magic circle at the moment.

"Seventh, Seventh Junior Sister..." Ning Qingyuan came back from the shock, subconsciously opened his mouth, and wanted to ask Yun Weixian where he was.

Yun Weixian didn't wait for him to fully ask, and sat cross-legged on the magic circle, stretched out his hand to brush the familiar runes, and interrupted him.

"Come here, I'll change the formation."

"Ah?" Ning Qingyuan came to her side with a blank expression on his face. Just as he was thinking about what she was going to ask him to do when he changed his formation, his hand was grabbed, and a cold touch came, followed by a slight tingling in his fingertips.

"Thank you." After taking the blood, Yun Weixian simply waved his sleeves and pushed Ning Qingyuan out of the magic circle.

(End of this chapter)