Riding a Phoenix to Cultivation

Chapter 636 There's a Weird Person (14)

According to Jiang Chengqing's plan, when he came back from Mingyun, he would enter the Red Leaf Valley with wontons.

It is also convenient to take care of the wontons at that time.

At the same time, by virtue of his identity as a disciple of Hongye Valley, some investigations could also be avoided.

Even if the Alliance and Wangshenzong wanted to find Wonton again, they would not be able to monitor Tayunzong openly.

This reason is not complicated, and Luther figured it out in a blink of an eye.

Anyway, it doesn't matter to take an extra disciple under the door, so I agreed.

Seeing that Luther agreed, Jiang Chengqing prepared to leave Mingyun the day after tomorrow, and had already asked Luther to take care of Wonton before leaving.

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Qingqing practiced until the next morning, before she finally absorbed all those monster inner pills.

Finding that it was already dawn, Qingqing pushed open the door and prepared to boil water for a bath.

After refining the inner alchemy, Qingqing always felt that there was a layer of greasy sweat on her body.

But as soon as she opened the door that day, Qingqing saw Jiang Chengqing packing up her things.

"Cheng Qing, are you going on a long trip?"

Jiang Chengqing saw Qingqing, nodded, and said: "Qingqing, I have something to leave Jinyun temporarily, do you still remember the grandmother I told you about?"

Qingqing was slightly stunned, remembering that not long after she woke up hundreds of thousands of years ago, Jiang Chengqing told herself that they came here after fleeing.

In a distant hometown, there lived an elderly grandmother.

"Chengqing, shall I go with you? Bring my uncle here by the way?"

Qingqing remembered that her cousin's father was still alive.

Jiang Chengqing shook his head, patted Wonton's head fondly and said, "No, I'm alone this time. I've already made an agreement with Luther cultivator. From tomorrow onwards, you will be a disciple of Hongye Valley Yes. When I'm not around, you go to Hongye Valley and wait for me."

"Red Leaf Valley?" Qingqing's eyes showed surprise.

"Well, when I get my grandmother back, I will also become a disciple of Luthor."

Now Qingqing was even more surprised. Ever since she met Luther cultivator, Jiang Chengqing clearly didn't like Luther cultivator.

But Qingqing knew that Jiang Chengqing was not a random and impulsive person, and he must have thought about all the decisions he made.

In order not to worry Jiang Chengqing, Qingqing nodded emphatically, expressing that she knew about it.

The two didn't talk about it too much.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, the Luther cultivator was already waiting at the door.

Jiang Chengqing changed into a stone-blue gown, with firm brows and eyes, and walked away in the morning light with Qingqing's unbearable eyes.

Luther turned his head to look at Qingqing who was carrying the luggage, and said with a smile, "Let's go too."

Qingqing looked back at the small courtyard where she and Jiang Chengqing had lived for nearly 300 years, her eyes dimmed slightly.

"Goodbye."

After a while, Qingqing raised her head, with a peaceful smile on her face, and followed Luther back to the Red Leaf Valley.

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When the white star with windy wings carried Jiang Chengqing flying in the sky, above the vast blue ocean, a cloud of gray mist was slowly approaching the border of Jinyun Continent.

A slender hand like jade pushed aside the layer of gray mist, and then a head poked out from the gray mist.

"Golden Cloud Continent, I don't know if the Golden Spirit has been discovered."

The combination of the six spirits is only short of gold spirit, water spirit and thunder spirit. He can fuse the power of the six spirits and completely open the channel.

This person was contemplating, but suddenly a strange voice came from behind.

"My lord, shall we go to Jinyun to have a look...to see that...that?"

"Which one?"

The long and narrow phoenix eyes that were shimmering lightly swept across the sea, and the man's voice was deep and seductive.

In the gray mist, a weasel with shiny fur whispered, "Of course I want to look at the little ravioli."

(End of this chapter)