My sister took me to Xiuxian

"Sir, why don't you go and save that Holy Lady of the Pure Spirit? She seems to be about to collapse. Now is the perfect time to come forward as a hero and save the beauty to improve your favorability!"

It seemed that the atmosphere was a bit too serious, and Qing Fei thought it would be better to say something to divert attention.

In the picture, facing the fierce attack of the man, the light curtain around Saint Miyin was obviously crumbling and shattered. If no one helped, she would really die.

That is indeed such a pity.

But Qiu Yi: “!!!”

You woman, you did this on purpose. Can't you just see what the situation is and try to be a hero to save the beauty?

You want to push me into the fire pit!

The young man looked at Ling Qinghan in fear, but the woman seemed to be deaf to him and was not moved at all.

"Save her. She's just a Saint of the Fifth Realm. She should know a lot of useful information. I hope there won't be any more accidents. This place is getting closer and closer to your home."

Unexpectedly, the Holy Lord did not show any displeasure, but instead took the initiative to ask Qiu Yi for help.

The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he walked out of the phoenix sedan chair decisively.

I have to say that as a holy leader, the woman still has a sense of the overall situation and knows what to do and what not to do now.

"Senior sister, do you mind that Mr. Qiu has an ambiguous relationship with another woman?" Qiu Yi's reaction was reasonable, but Senior Sister's attitude made Qing Fei feel uneasy.

This is not the attitude a serious strong woman should have towards her lover!

Ling Qinghan waved expressionlessly, and frustrated Qingfei leaned over to whisper.

"I heard that you have a turtle that can do backflips?" She asked softly, her red lips slightly parted.

"Uh... Senior Sister, if you want it, I'll send it to your room right away."

Qing Fei's face changed slightly, and he lowered his head, his heart beating fast. He believed this?

Don’t you know what I’m planning?

But since my senior sister has asked me to do it, I have to create one for her even if I don’t have it.

"I don't even look down on a turtle. I can get whatever I want, but I see that you haven't been focusing on your cultivation these days. You've been thinking about taking shortcuts. So, I'll find an opportunity to have Qiu Yi whip you for an hour or two to teach you a lesson and make you remember it. Also, don't forget to tell me if you have any special feelings afterwards."

(?皿?)

Qing Fei was stunned for a moment.

Whip...whip?

"Senior sister, do you guys play so perverted in private?" The woman almost blurted out: "Pah, I'm wrong, Senior sister, can I ask what kind of whip you are talking about?"

"Oh, Junior Sister, which one do you like? Hard? Soft? Thick? Long?"

Qing Fei's body trembled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes were filled with shyness, and she quickly turned her head away facing her senior sister's meaningful gaze.

There are not so many requirements, just find the one that suits you best.

. . . . . .

The golden sword light fell, and the domineering and sharp aura made Miyin feel pain in her body even with the protection of the Buddhist treasure, as if the sword light was piercing into her body through the light curtain.

"Crack!"

Another devastating sword light fell, and seeing the light curtain appear with fine cracks, gaps also appeared on the Buddha treasure, turning it dim.

Looking at the indifferent elder of Jiuji Xuan Palace in front of her, the sharp sword light almost pierced through the light curtain and pointed directly at her chest. It seemed that her life would wither away in the next moment. However, the saint Miyin did not close her eyes. At the moment when the afterglow of her life was about to burn out, her tired eyes were actually a little distracted.

She couldn't understand why, from a certain point on, the world seemed to become very, very strange, so strange that she couldn't even understand normal thinking logic.

They were clearly just trying to kill a demon, but after causing such a big commotion, it turned out that the Di Qian Holy Land was the mastermind behind it, wanting to put them to death.

Obviously, everyone came here with full confidence to fight the demons, but in the end, the one who played a key role was just a casual cultivator. But who was that young man named Qiu Yi in the end? He was not quite the same as the original Qiu Yi!

She had no idea who the real Qiu Yi was, and what happened to the sword genius. Was he really swallowed and digested by the devil?

But they didn't even have the right to know. A strange woman, whom they had only met once, waved her hand and drove them away hundreds or thousands of miles away, as if all their previous efforts were in vain. It was just a minor fight between children, which was over in the past and they didn't even deserve to be told the result.

I thought it would end like this, but unfortunately, the emergence of a small village was like a quagmire, dragging the entire holy land of Huangji Continent into the water.

Haha, it turns out that the grand and ostentatious move of sending the Holy Son and Holy Daughter to encircle and suppress the devil Qiu Yi was just a cover. The elders and powerful men of the holy land were all heading for that small mountain village.

What is this? Repairing the plank road in the open while marching through Chencang in secret!

But the result is...

This is really ridiculous!

Seeing the golden sword tip approaching, the woman murmured blankly: "Brother Ye, I thought that the deal between you and me might be hopeless, but I didn't expect that we can go to the underworld to continue the deal so soon!"

"The underworld? What nonsense is Saint Miyin talking about?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in her ears, causing the woman's dazed and confused heart to suddenly begin to tremble violently.

"Qiang!"

The sword rang out with a fierce roar, and it appeared in front of her first, just as domineering and sharp, but its wild and aloof aura far surpassed that of the Golden Holy Sword, and it easily deflected it.

The Holy Maiden of Pure Spirit, Mi Yin, was stunned. This familiar voice and the sharp sword light made her feel as if she was dreaming. But the next moment, she felt a throbbing that penetrated her soul, and crackling electric light suddenly rushed around her rapidly.

She didn't dare turn her head, but just slightly moved her tired eyes. In the corner of her eyes, she caught a mysterious and unknown figure that made her heart beat faster.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.

Until the figure casually took out a spear and stabbed out with his hand.

The silver gun body rose into the sky like a silver dragon, with unstoppable momentum, and pierced through the man's chest with its fangs and claws. A blood hole as thick as an arm was visible from front to back, causing him to stumble back continuously.

"Huh? Is this... a state of unconsciousness, a blank mind?"

Qiu Yi raised his eyebrows, and a few strange colors appeared on his originally solemn face.

He had already used all his strength when he attacked. Facing such a strong man, there was no way he could show mercy. However, he did not expect that the other party's condition was very wrong. It could be said that he was acting completely on instinct, without any reason or thought.

[No, he is already a puppet.]

At this time, Yin Lan's spear vibrated, and his spiritual consciousness surged, communicating with him.

"Puppet?" Qiu Yi was stunned. Could such a strong man become a puppet?

Then the next moment, including Qiu Yi Miyin and Ling Qinghan and Qingfei in the phoenix sedan, everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost.

The spear pierced through the powerful man from the Jiuji Xuan Palace, but not a drop of blood flowed out of the translucent wounds. Instead, wisps of purple-gold sand overflowed. As time passed, the purple-gold sand gradually became thicker, and finally his entire body turned into a mist of purple-gold gauze that drifted away into the distance and disappeared.

"???"

The boy's eyes widened, unable to comprehend the scene before him: "What's wrong with this guy?"

[He had died long ago, his mind and consciousness had been completely taken away, and his body had long since ceased to exist. Now he was merely being driven by another invisible force. My attack just now destroyed a certain balance in him, causing him to completely decompose and disappear into the sand.]

"Is this still possible? What on earth happened?"

[How should I know? Why are you asking me? Shouldn't you ask that woman? ]

"Uh……"

[However, it is better to ask for clarification. This power seems familiar, so don't ignore it.]

"Oh?"

After putting away the spear that was starting to fill him with resentment and chatter, Qiu Yi looked at the weak woman in the wind in front of him.

The light of the Buddha treasure was almost dim, and under the faint light, that beautiful face looked pale and a little haggard, and her body was slender. Compared with the fairy-like appearance when they first met, this time she looked a little more pitiful.

"We meet again, Saint Miyin?" Qiu Yi showed a sunny smile. Under the clear sky, accompanied by the dazzling light, it really made the woman's eyes light up.

"Who are you? Qiu Yi? Ye Yi? Or that big devil?"

Miyin stared at him blankly for a long time, then moved her lips and spoke with difficulty.

This man's swordsmanship is exactly the same as Brother Ye's, and so is his voice, but this face, the thunder flowing through his body, and the spear are undoubtedly possessed by the man who appeared after the catastrophe, which makes her feel confused and puzzled.

"Your Highness the Saint is smart and sees things clearly. I don't need to explain too much about Ye Yi's fake identity." Qiu Yi took out a small mirror and shook it.

"No... I think you still need to explain to me in detail what is going on?"

The appearance of the treasure house key made Miyin's pupils shrink, but she did not take it lightly at all. Instead, she bit her red lips, her face serious, and her eyes coldly looked at the man who had just helped her.

"Tell me all the reasons, then I can decide whether to take you to hell with me."

"Go to hell... this is really..."

Qiu Yi laughed dumbly. Looking at the extremely serious and earnest look on the woman's face, he walked closer step by step and said, "Your Highness, have you always been so stubborn? For a woman, asking questions is not a good habit. It will not please men."

"But I don't want to be deceived!"

"Okay, okay, where do you want to start?"

"..."

……

"Thank you for your help. Miyin is very grateful and will definitely repay you generously in the future."

In the luxurious phoenix sedan, the Saint Lady, who had been simply trimmed, bowed to the three people present, but when she looked at Qiu Yi, her expression was very complicated.

To be honest, even though the boy had just explained it, she still found it difficult to accept and understand in a short period of time.

What is it that Xu Shan’s Qiu Yi is just a fake, and Qiu Yi’s Ye Yi is the real one? Are you sure you are not kidding her?

In addition, the most direct proof is that you all know the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. How can this thing be faked?

"No need. It wasn't us who saved you, but Qiu Yi. You should just thank him directly." Ling Qinghan didn't take such words seriously. She was just a little saint. How could she take the words that she would be rewarded in the future seriously?

She still needs to count on a fifth-level saint to repay her in the future. Is this a joke?

"This... Miyin understands. When Master Qiu Yi comes to my Jingling Academy to discuss a deal, Miyin will definitely do her best to entertain him."

!!!

When these words were spoken, Ling Qinghan raised her eyebrows, and Qing Fei showed a surprised expression on her face.

Only Qiu Yi's face twitched. Woman, if you can't speak, just don't say anything. Don't you consider the occasion? Don't you know what misunderstandings this will cause?

"I probably know a lot about the little things in your Jingling Academy's treasury. Be more polite when you speak next time. Even if you have to give it up reluctantly, don't be stubborn. You have to understand that men and women are different." While speaking, the Holy Lord deliberately gave Qiu Yi a look, as if to warn him.

The young man was full of black lines: "..."

Qinghan, what do you think of me? I really have a bottom line and would never do anything so cruel, unscrupulous, or worse than an animal.

You have to believe me!

"Miyin will." Faced with Ling Qinghan's condescending attitude, Her Highness the Saint felt inexplicably shorter than her and her aura was pitifully weak.

Although the other party had no intention of introducing himself, his noble temperament was truly rare in the world.

"Stop talking so much nonsense and tell me what happened just now. What happened to the elder of Jiuji Xuan Palace? Why did he suddenly chase you?"

The Holy Lord was too lazy to dwell on these trivial matters. Compared to the troubles at Jinglingyuan and Ye Junxi, she was more concerned about the scenes that had just happened.

Of course, if you have time, you can pay attention to the relationship between this little girl and Qiu Yi.

"Ah! This..."

Just after hearing these words, Miyin's face, which had just regained some of its rosy complexion, turned pale again, as if she remembered some particularly terrifying scenes, and her whole body was shaking.

Under the gaze of Qiu Yi and the other two, a while passed. She took a few deep breaths and then said, "You three saved Miyin's life. Miyin will never forget it. But please forget everything that happened before and pretend that you never saw anything."

???

Several people looked at her in surprise, looking at her body's reaction, wondering if the problem was that serious.

"Little sister, do you know what you are saying?" Qing Fei asked curiously.

"Huh... I know."

Facing their strange looks and recalling the horrific scene, Miyin's eyes were surprisingly firm: "You three should just be passing by and don't know the inside story. Just think of it as saving a dying girl. Don't delve into it too much. Miyin will never harm you."

"You really won't tell us?" Ling Qinghan sighed and asked again.

"I can't say that, and I can never push you into the same fire pit."

"In that case, let's just forget it." The Saint Lord rubbed his brows and did not intend to delve into the matter. Right now, there were only two things that were important to her. One was her own inner tribulation, and the other was Qiu Yi's hometown. Apart from that, she really shouldn't care too much, otherwise she would be in trouble.

But just as she said this, the young man beside her stood up, walked in front of Her Highness the Saint, and looked down at her.

"Qiu...Mr. Qiu...Brother Ye...what are you doing..." Looking up at that familiar yet not-so-familiar face, her mouth was incoherently saying various different names, her Highness the Saint's eyes flickered, and she felt a little flustered for no reason.

“Saint Lady… you are really…” Qiu Yi sighed, then his face changed, and he said in a very serious and earnest manner: “Saint Lady Miyin, you have been through so much, why are you still like this, as selfish as the last time we met!”

Ling Qinghan: “???”