Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

Luofeng Sect's Elders' Council.

"You mean, Yu'er was murdered?"

An Lin's eyes darted around nervously: "Yes... yes, Elder Huo."

Yu'er's foundation has been built to perfection, and he is now in the process of breaking through to the golden elixir stage. He has been practicing in seclusion for the past month and has been in the sect the whole time. How could he have been killed?

Horley, with a dignified look, half-closed his eyes, obviously not believing it.

The Life Lantern Pavilion is always guarded.

All disciples of Luofeng Sect will light a life lamp after joining the sect.

When the life lamp goes out, it means that a disciple has died.

If Yu'er's life lamp went out, why didn't anyone report it to him?

In other words, the person in front of me is lying.

The temperature in the room dropped instantly, and An Lin shivered from the cold.

Seeing that Elder Huo didn't believe him, An Lin panicked.

He immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said:

"Elder Huo, what I said is true. Senior Brother Huo was really killed by the second senior sister of Taohua Sect, Lin Qingzhi. I saw it with my own eyes. I really didn't lie!"

"boom--"

The teacup on the table fell to the ground with the tea soup in it and broke into pieces with a wave of his sleeve.

An Lin, who was kneeling, turned even paler: "Elder Huo, please... please calm down."

Elder Huo flashed and came directly to An Lin's side.

He stretched out two fingers and pinched An Lin's neck directly, his eyes were gloomy and terrifying.

"My son is alive and well, you scoundrel, how dare you curse my son? Go to hell!"

An Lin begged for mercy with a trembling voice: "Elder Huo, what I said is true. I dare not..."

I shouldn't have offended this unpredictable Elder Huo.

These days, every time he fell asleep, he would be awakened by nightmares.

In the dream, the second senior sister, covered in blood and holding a long sword, stood in front of him with a sinister look on her face and said she wanted to kill him.

He was so frightened that he couldn't sleep day or night.

Second Senior Sister was like a sword hanging over his bed.

He originally planned to fan the flames behind the scenes after Elder Huo knew that his child had been murdered, and encouraged Elder Huo to attack Taohuamen and kill Lin Qingzhi.

A few days passed, and there was no news of the death of any disciples in the sect.

An Lin couldn't wait any longer.

In order to get rid of the trouble maker, the Second Senior Sister, he took the risk and went to find Elder Huo.

Unexpectedly, Elder Huo didn't believe it at all and wanted to kill him.

The feeling of suffocation brought An Lin to the brink of death in an instant.

My vision became blurry and everything around me became a blur.

Before I completely lost consciousness, I saw a gray figure running into the house.

........

Jinyuan.

Mu Chunhua had just arrived at the gate of the courtyard when the quaint door in front of him slowly opened. From afar, he saw his second senior sister in white sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard.

She was envious.

Second Senior Sister’s spiritual awareness is becoming more and more powerful.

As soon as she arrived, Second Senior Sister noticed it.

After entering the door, Mu Chunhua walked slowly towards the pavilion: "Senior Sister, what good tea are you drinking? It smells so good."

Lin Qingzhi smiled faintly and said, "You're so talkative. Can you smell the fragrance of tea from such a distance?"

Mu Chunhua chuckled.

She sat down opposite Lin Qingzhi, pouted and said coquettishly: "Hehe, Second Senior Sister, I just smelled it."

Lin Qingzhi placed the white porcelain teacup in front of Mu Chunhua, picked up the teapot and poured a cup.

She smiled faintly: "Try it."

Mu Chunhua picked up the teacup, took a sniff, and a rich tea fragrance penetrated into her nose.

"Wow, Senior Sister, this tea smells really good."

Mu Chunhua took a sip.

It has a strong and refreshing fragrance at first, and then gradually becomes sweet.

"Sister, what is this tea called?"

"Like it?"

"luv't."

Lin Qingzhi took out the teapot from the space and placed it on the table.

"This is called Anlingxiang tea."

"Anlingxiang Tea?" Mu Chunhua thought doubtfully: "This name sounds..."

I don’t know what to say.

When Lin Qingzhi saw Chunhua frowning and thinking, he felt that this girl was quite lively.

She smiled and replied, "It's a place name."

Mu Chunhua was quite surprised.

"A place name?"

"Ah."

"Anling Township is in the mortal world. There is a whole mountain full of tea trees. Standing at the foot of the mountain, you can smell the rich fragrance of tea from afar."

That place is beautiful.

There are tall mountains and floating white clouds. Especially in the early morning, when you stand on the top of the mountain, the smell of dew mixed with the unique scent of tea trees makes your body and mind become exceptionally peaceful.

Lin Qingzhi's memory seemed to be brought back to that time.

Mu Chunhua sipped her tea and looked at the smile in her senior sister's eyes.

She said, "Sister, I see you are smiling. Do you like the place called Anling Township very much?"

Lin Qingzhi nodded.

Mu Chunhua's eyes and eyebrows are lively.

"I want to go to Anling Township to take a look at this place that even my senior sister has praised."

The white clouds are floating and time passes by in a flash.

Lin Qingzhi looked at the setting sun in the west, she retracted her gaze and said slowly:

"Junior Sister Chunhua, the affairs of the mountain sect have been complicated over the past three years. Thank you for your hard work."

After eating dried fruits and drinking tea, Mu Chunhua rubbed her round belly and waved her hands, saying, "It's not hard, it's not hard. These are what Chunhua should do."

Lin Qingzhi took out the gourd magic weapon that he had prepared long ago.

"This gourd originally belonged to that Luofeng Sect disciple. Senior Sister has erased the divine consciousness on the gourd. The gourd after refining looks different from the original one. There is no need to worry about the person who gave the gourd to that disciple recognizing it and causing unnecessary trouble."

"Junior Sister Chunhua, you can drip some blood on the gourd and it will recognize you as your master."