My sister took me to Xiuxian

This……

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The matter was of a high degree of seriousness, so Qiu Yi dealt with all trivial matters in the city neatly and efficiently that day, and headed towards Huangjizhou with Miyin.

After the incident in the small mountain village ended, due to Liulixin's outrageous behavior, he had to take Ling Qinghan, who had lost her memory, and the other two to settle in a bustling city in the secular world.

In his opinion, the effect of Liuli Xin's amnesia would only last for one or two months at most. He never expected that it would last for half a year, which really cost him half his life.

During the past six months, he felt that he was living like a hard-working little bee. It was simply amazing...

On the way to Huangjizhou, the atmosphere was not as awkward as imagined.

Perhaps the channel to the woman's heart had been opened long ago. Even after recovering her memory, Her Highness the Saint still felt a little resentful and entangled. However, without the presence of Ling Qinghan and Qing Fei, it seemed more like the two of them were going to Huangji Continent for their honeymoon.

Women are like this. Once they make up their minds about something, they won’t care about anything else.

Although she is unworthy of the position of Saint, at least she has not harmed the holy land. Moreover, Qiu Yi is willing to give out the key to the treasure house as compensation. What else is there to say?

The only thing that made Qiu Yi feel regretful was that after regaining her memory, Her Highness the Saint was not as relaxed as before, and was restrained. The experience was new, but he could not enjoy it to his heart's content.

Pity……

However, this leisurely honeymoon did not last long. Half a month later, the two crossed the border between Qingzhou and Huangjizhou. Before they could fully appreciate the customs and culture of Huangjizhou, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Teacher...Master!"

With a cry of surprise, Miyin looked in disbelief at the middle-aged nun who was anxiously flying towards her from afar, and her palms holding Qiu Yi unconsciously broke out in sweat from nervousness.

She didn't expect that when she returned to Huangji Continent, the first person she met was the master who raised her.

"Miyin, you are still alive. I knew you were born with good fortune. It is impossible for you to die so easily..."

This nun wore a Buddhist wreath on her head and stepped on golden lotus, she looked like a compassionate Buddhist nun. However, after seeing her disciples, her still charming face showed uncontrollable excitement.

but……

"Ya Yin, who is he!!!"

The excitement was only temporary. When she got closer, she found that the disciple she had carefully trained was holding hands with another strange boy and was extremely close. Not only was her face filled with nervousness and anxiety, but her face turned dark on the spot.

"Master, listen to me, my husband is not a bad person..."

!!!

husband?

Qiu Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt that Her Highness the Saint was still so cute.

But Miyin's master, Master Jingyi, felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her from the blue sky, knocking her unconscious on the spot.

After not seeing each other for more than half a year, it was a good thing for the master and disciple to reunite. However, this matter was too good. The disciple held a wedding without saying a word. How could she accept this?

"No...no...Master, I was wrong. Qiu Yi just..." Her Highness the Saint was at a loss and explained in a panic.

"You thief, go to hell!"

At this moment, Master Jingyi could no longer listen to her disciple's explanation. The lotus platform in her hand was shining, and the Buddhist beads were rustling. She was about to suppress and kill Qiu Yi, the thief who deceived her disciple's body and mind, on the spot.

"Qiang!"

A domineering sword light flashed and forcibly cut through the golden Buddha light in the sky. Then a crystal-like hand like jade reached out and powerfully grabbed the dangling Buddhist beads, calming it down.

Qiu Yi still had a faint smile on his face: "Master, can you please talk to me calmly?"

"You really have some skills?"

Master Jingyi was shocked. Her attack was so easily broken by the opponent?

Not willing to be outdone, she made another move and directly expanded her own avenue domain. This time, golden lotuses blossomed all over the sky, and the radiance of Buddhist teachings filled the air, and her Tao nature was compelling.

But Qiu Yi remained calm and steadily expanded his unique Dao domain, just like he had just broken her magical power. He directly pressed down her Dao domain tightly, not giving her any chance to resist.

"Master, do you think you can talk properly now?"

Qiu Yi still had a faint smile on his face, but his tone was a little colder.

When dealing with such senior teachers, the best way to communicate is to show your strength.

"Master!" Miyin, who had been nervous since they started fighting, now hurriedly advised.

Even though Master Jingyi's face flushed with rage, she had no choice but to lower her head obediently because of the situation.

"it is good."

Since they were all willing to sit down and have a good talk, Qiu Yi was naturally happy and relaxed. Besides, it was a surprise to meet Master Mi Yin. However, the other party had already lowered his head, so it set a precedent. Naturally, the other people in Jingling Academy were not unreasonable.

Qiu Yi randomly found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and stood aside, watching the master and disciple reunited after a long separation and have a calm conversation.

"What, Miyin, you want to give up your position as a saint and leave Jinglingyuan?" Not long after, Master Jingyi learned of her disciple's decision and her face suddenly changed.

"Master, I'm sorry. I am guilty of violating the rules of the academy. I really can't perform the duties of a saint anymore. Please allow me to do so."

"You...you...you..." The woman's words were incoherent.

"Master, husband... no, it's Master Qiu Yi who has the key to the treasure house, and he is willing to return it to Jingling Academy, so the Holy Land shouldn't pursue it." Miyin raised her little face and asked tentatively.

"The key to the treasure house?"

Master Jingyi was stunned for a moment, and then her complex eyes moved back and forth between her disciple and her man, constantly changing, as if she was calculating something.

After a long while, the nun shook her head and firmly objected: "No, no, this is absolutely not possible. I am the first one to disagree."

"Master?" Miyin was deeply surprised.

"Master, what do you mean?" Qiu Yi also raised his eyebrows, the meaning was self-evident.

Could it be that this woman still couldn't see the situation clearly? Did she really want to fight him to see who was better, so that she could use brutal means to snatch Mi Yin away?

Can't we just part ways amicably?

Taking a deep breath, Master Jingyi patted her disciple's shoulders with both hands and said earnestly: "Miyin, you must not give up your position as the Saintess, right?"

"Hey, Master, but..." Her Highness the Saint was a little dazed.

Qiu Yi narrowed his eyes. What does this mean?

Or are you ready to break up the couple?

"I know what you are worried about. Leave everything to me. I will be responsible for handling everything inside the Holy Land, including those elders and disciples."

"But, the relationship between me and my husband... No, the relationship between me and Qiu Yi..."

"If you two really can't separate, then do it secretly. At least don't be too open about it. Just hold hands and show your affection in front of all the elders and disciples, and that's fine."

!!!

???

This time Qiu Yi and Mi Yin were both dumbfounded, wondering if there was something wrong with this woman!

What are you thinking about? The rules of the holy land and the precepts of the sect. Have you thrown them all away?

Miyin thought about it and reminded quietly: "But the Holy Lord..."

"Miyin, you may not know this yet, but I, your master, am now the Holy Lord!"

When she said this, Master Jingyi finally felt like straightening her head and chest to express her pride. She even glanced at Qiu Yi deliberately, as if to let him know who she had just fought with.

"Hey, Master, how did you become a Holy Lord?"

Miyin had a feeling that she was dreaming. Although she was a saint, the title of saint was also won through competition among the disciples. She might become the Holy Lord in the future, but in essence she had no direct relationship with the Holy Lord.

But, when will it be my master's turn to be the Holy Lord? Obviously, the Holy Lord is still...

"Ya Yin, it seems like you shouldn't know this?"

Nun Jingyi sighed and said slowly, "About half a year ago, in a remote corner at the junction of Qingzhou and Huangjizhou, an unprecedented dark turmoil occurred.

Many powerful people from the Holy Lands of the Imperial Continent went to stop it, but in the end, they all perished, and almost no one survived. Even the saints and saints of the same age as you who went to intercept the demon Qiu Yi at that time, all had their soul lamps extinguished and died on the spot.

If it weren't for the Qingzhou goddess Qiu Yun holding the immortal sword Liulixin and cutting through the darkness, restoring clarity to the earth, the entire cultivation world might have ended up in war again!"

Watching Master Jingyi passionately describing the unfounded scene, Qiu Yi and Miyin looked at each other. There were so many things to complain about that they didn't know from which angle to complain.

There was a dark chaos, and strong men from the holy land went there one after another to stop it. Do you know at whose hands those people died?

"By the way, Miyin, what was the name of this Taoist friend? I don't think I heard it clearly just now." Perhaps she finally remembered something, and Master Jingyi looked at the tall and handsome young man with a strange look.

"..." Her fair forehead was slightly sweaty, and Her Highness the Saint said softly: "Master, he is Qiu Yi."

"Him? Qiu Yi? Yes, Qiu Yi! It should be a homonym, right?"

Chapter 2 The Little Fox Delivered to Your Door

After repeated confirmation, and not hesitating to taste the taste of a Black Sky Desolate Thunder, Master Jingyi finally realized sadly that not only did her beloved disciple find a man outside without telling her, but the man's background was also...

"Master, you may have misunderstood. Qiu Yi is not the fake one." Seeing that the look in Master's eyes gradually turned from weird to outrageous, Her Highness the Saint Maiden had to bite the bullet and come forward to defend her man.

"It's okay, Miyin, you don't need to explain. I am no match for this fellow Taoist. I promise not to interfere too much in your affairs."

Master Jingyi quickly adjusted her position and gave instructions to her disciple with a serious face.

She was once a girl full of dreams. She had heard of the sad story of a righteous fairy sacrificing herself to feed a demon. However, after she had achieved success in her cultivation, she sneered at such things and thought they were impossible. She never thought that it would actually happen to her own disciple. It was simply... simply...

Ridiculous!

"Master~" Seeing the look on the elder's face, Miyin felt upset. What was going on? Her own master actually didn't believe in her anymore. She felt a little resentful inexplicably and could only stare at her man gloomily.

"Cough cough."

He quickly squeezed the girl's hand and whispered some words of comfort to her. Then Qiu Yi looked at the new Holy Master of Jingling Academy with curiosity.

"Master, even if you have the opportunity to become a Saint Master because many Saint Masters in Huangji Continent died in that... dark turmoil, then since you are already a Saint Master, why do you still want Miyin to continue to be the Saint Girl of Jinglingyuan?"

This is what the two of them really don't understand. When the Holy Lord falls, there will naturally be someone to replace him and succeed to the throne. In this regard, the treatment of the several holy places in Huangji Continent is basically the same, which can be said to be quite fair. It can only be said that some are happy and some are sad.

But if the Holy Lord has a substitute, then the Holy Son and Holy Daughter will be even easier, right?

Jinglingyuan is a holy place, can't it find someone to replace Miyin?

"It's a long story."

Facing this question, Master Jingyi seemed a little bit unsure, and said uncomfortably: "Miyin, you also know that the selection of the Saint Girl is through layers of selection, and the strongest one is picked out. The same is true for the Saint Master. However, this time, due to the suddenness of the incident, too many strong men from the major holy places have died, and even a saint from the Emperor Qian Holy Land has fallen. As for the Saint Sons and Saint Girls and some elite disciples, it can be said that almost all of them, young, middle-aged and old, have been seriously injured.

You are probably the only one of all the saints who is still alive. You have to understand that even though we are all monks in the Pure Spirit Academy, we still need outstanding young people to support the scene. There is still a gap between your senior sisters and junior sisters and you. "

Qiu Yi: “???”

My goodness, just because of the things that happened in his family, several major holy places were seriously damaged, and they couldn’t even find an outstanding disciple.

Shouldn't there be a large group of people eyeing the position of the Saint?

"But Master, Miyin is now..."

In just a few words, Her Highness the Saint also roughly understood the situation of Jinglingyuan. Although they are a holy place, they are ultimately just a group of monks, all of whom are women. In the case of extreme losses of high-level powerful people, it is very likely that they will be obstructed by some people with ulterior motives.

For example, in order to maintain its image as the number one holy land in Huangji Continent, the Diqian Holy Land will inevitably hold a competition among peers after the new Holy Lord and Holy Son ascend the throne, and maintain its leadership position through repeated victories.

If she didn't show up, her fellow apprentice sisters might have faced one devastating blow after another, and the reputation of the holy land would have plummeted.

"What's wrong with you? Your master is the Holy Lord, and you are the Holy Maiden. I don't think anyone in the Pure Spirit Academy dares to gossip about you."

"Even if Miyin has broken the precepts?" Miyin blinked.

"Who said you broke the precepts? Do you have any evidence?" Master Jingyi straightened her face and said seriously.

"???"

"Qiu Yi, what do you think?" Her Highness the Saint thought for a moment and turned her gaze to the young man beside her.

Shouldn't it be men who make the decision at this time?

"What Qiu Yi, I am your husband." The young man frowned and said unhappily.

"..."

Miyin's face turned red, knowing that this bad guy was up to no good again.

She understood that this was forced by the current situation. She had originally wanted to resign from the position of Saint to her master, but her master insisted not to allow it. So she had to choose between the two identities of Madam Qiu Yi and Her Highness the Saint.

Even if the master agreed, Qiu Yi would still let his wife rank before the saint.

First it was his wife, then the Saint of the Jingling Temple.

She glanced at her master who seemed to be in a state of meditation, then raised her foot and kicked him lightly, calling softly, "Husband."