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Ling Jiuyao stood up and looked at Song Yuxi quietly.

This senior disciple of the Qingxiao Sword Sect, who was usually gentle and courteous, was so flustered for the first time. The Taoist robe on his body was stained with mud and blood, and a lot of dust was rubbed on his face.

"Back?" Ling Jiuyao asked.

Song Yuxi looked at the golden barrier behind Ling Jiuyao, and said with some difficulty: "My master, are they... all inside?"

Ling Jiuyao nodded.

Song Yuxi choked with sobs, but finally couldn't hold back the tears, two marks slid down his dusty face.

Ling Jiuyao sighed: "Where is Elder Feng?"

Song Yuxi stepped aside, and Feng Zhiyun appeared in front of Ling Jiuyao.

And behind him are hundreds of outer disciples sent by the Qingxiao Sword Sect to eliminate Moweidao.

Ling Jiuyao couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Almost all the most talented inner disciples died, and there are only a few hundred outer disciples left. It is really embarrassing that a great sect of cultivating immortals has been reduced to this point.

Feng Zhiyun stepped forward and said to him, "Thank you for your hard work."

Ling Jiuyao shook his head: "Bury them first."

Feng Zhiyun nodded: "Okay."

Qi Yu turned around and removed the barrier.

In the next few days, the Qingxiao Sword Sect was so quiet that not even the sound of birds was heard. Everyone had a solemn look on their faces, silently burying their fellow sects.

Ling Jiuyao stood on the square, using spiritual power to clean the blood on the ground again and again.

He didn't know how many times he cleaned it, but he finally stopped.

Ling Jiuyao turned around and looked at the opposite side. The back mountain, which was originally aura and beautiful, had become a burial place.

He stood where he was, with a cold aura in his whole body, which was very different from his usual affinity.

During the day, he deliberately skipped over the four words on the stone tablet without thinking deeply about them. Now that he is alone, he can't help but recall everything from Nanming Sea to Qingxiao Sword Sect.

First it was Nan Ling, and now it is the blood on the stone tablet. What kind of relationship does he have with this group of people?

And the feeling of being stared at, this is definitely not his hallucination.

Ling Jiuyao rubbed his temples. He hasn't rested well in the past few days, and now his head hurts.

Under the eaves behind him, Qi Yu was watching him silently.

"Aren't you going?" Xiao Bai floated to his side and asked aloud.

Qi Yu didn't answer.

Xiaobai didn't speak, and looked at Ling Jiuyao just like him.

"He usually looks quite casual, but he is very paranoid in his bones." Xiaobai thought for a while and said, "If he is grateful in his heart, he will try his best to repay it; if he has hatred in his heart, he will go to hell and reincarnate." I won't let go either."

"In short, what others give him, he will give back ten times and a hundred times."

Xiao Bai suddenly smiled and said: "So this time, he really touched his Ni Lin."

Seeing that Qi Yu didn't reply, Xiao Bai felt a little depressed.

"Qi Yu, I said, are you a man? He is in a bad mood now, why don't you comfort him?"

Qi Yu looked sideways at him: "You just said that Ah Yao is in a bad mood right now."

Xiao Bai was a little confused: "So?"

Qi Yu laughed self-deprecatingly: "He is always on guard against me now, and I also made trouble for him in the past."

"Co-author, you forgot what I said earlier, right?" Xiao Bai rolled his eyes.

Qi Yu was unmoved.

"coward."

Xiaobai said something in a low voice, then approached Qi Yu, and pushed his shoulder hard with his hands.

Qi Yu was caught off guard and was just pushed out by him.

"Do you like him or do I like him? Should I worry about this kind of thing?"

Xiao Bai glared at him, then dodged and hid back on the chessboard.

Ling Jiuyao naturally noticed the movement here, turned around and met Qi Yu's eyes.

Qi Yu was a little caught off guard, and scolded that mischievous Qi Ling in his heart, gnashing his teeth.

Then he smiled and called out: "A Yao."

Ling Jiuyao pointed to himself: "Looking for me?"

Qi Yu nodded: "Yes."

He thought for a while, and then said: "Seeing that you haven't had much rest in the past few days, I'm afraid you have something to do."

Ling Jiuyao smiled and said, "You still remember me."

Then he tilted his head: "Aren't you coming?"

Qi Yu was taken aback for a moment, then put on a smile and walked towards Ling Jiuyao.

Ling Jiuyao sighed: "You have been busy with me these few days, you have worked hard."

"It should." Qi Yu replied.

Ling Jiuyao smiled and shook his head: "You have nothing to do with the Qingxiao Sword Sect."

"But I have something to do with you, A Yao." Qi Yu blurted out.

Ling Jiuyao blinked, and felt that this seemed a bit strange, but it made sense after thinking about it.

"My thoughts are a little confused and I'm a little tired now." Ling Jiuyao said, showing a little tiredness.

Qi Yu felt a little distressed: "Do you want to go to sleep for a while? It's getting late."

Ling Jiuyao pressed the center of his eyebrows: "I'm afraid it won't work."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Ling Jiuyao said helplessly: "Tomorrow, there will be several sects as famous as the Qingxiao Sword Sect coming to mourn, so I need to spend more time thinking about it."

Qi Yu asked, "Aren't there people from the Qingxiao Sword Sect?"

"It's fine if you're just here to mourn, but if you're here to make trouble, that's another matter."

Although the Qingxiao Sword Sect suffered heavy losses, the cheats, pills and weapons are still there, so it is hard to guarantee that no one will covet them.

If someone forces Qingxiao Sword Sect to hand over their sect's treasures on the grounds that they are currently weak, it will not be as simple as letting the disciples receive them.

Ling Jiuyao looked up at the ink-like sky, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"I'll go back to rest first, and you go to bed early too." Ling Jiuyao rolled his eyes and smiled, returning to normal.

Qi Yu stopped him: "Ah Yao, if someone really picks things up, leave it to me."

Ling Jiuyao waved without looking back: "Thank you."

As Ling Jiuyao said, some people came to the door the next day not to mourn.

He asked Qi Yu to go to the main hall together, the low mood of last night had disappeared, his smile was as bright as before, and his gestures were casual and free and easy.

Before Ling Jiuyao stepped into the palace gate, he heard Feng Zhiyun's voice, and could clearly feel his displeasure.

"Xu Guixin, your behavior is really the same as your nickname, you just do some wicked things."

"My brother's bones are not cold yet, you miss his sword, how can you feel at ease in the middle of the night!"

Ling Jiuyao raised his eyebrows, and explained to Qi Yu: "Xu Wenxin, the head of the Wenxin Sect."

"That questioning faction who came to provoke you at the sword test meeting?" Qi Yu asked.

Ling Jiuyao nodded: "You don't need to help me when you go in later, I can clean it up myself."

Then, with a half-hearted smile, he kicked open the palace door.

Everyone in the hall was taken aback.

The Wenxin faction knew that what they did was unworthy of publicity, so they quietly covered the door of the palace, firstly to cover up their own ugliness, and secondly to put oppression on the Qingxiaojian faction.

He expected that no one from the Qingxiao Sword Sect could overwhelm him at this time, but he didn't expect that someone would kick the door directly.

Xu Wenxin didn't know Ling Jiuyao, and when he saw the young man's disrespect for him, he was rather displeased and said, "Brother Zhiyun, are you guys from the Qingxiao Sword Sect so rude?"

Ling Jiuyao looked at Feng Zhiyun pretending to be surprised: "Elder Feng, who is this heartless senior?"

Feng Zhiyun glanced at Ling Jiuyao: "Don't be rude, this is Xu Wenxin, the head of the Wenxin sect, and it's not because of his heart."

"Ah, it turned out to be the head of the Wenxin sect, sorry, sorry." Ling Jiuyao looked at Xu Wenxin with a smile, "But I'm curious, does the head of the Wenxin sect always have a guilty conscience when he asks his heart?" Woolen cloth?"

Xu Wenxin watched the two people in front of him sing together, feeling annoyed, looked at Ling Jiuyao, and snorted coldly.

"Where did this come from a country man, even a mortal would dare to challenge me."

Ling Jiuyao smiled indifferently: "I am indeed a mortal."

Xu Wenxin saw that he admitted that he was about to open his mouth to ridicule the Qingxiao Sword Sect because there was no one in it, and he could only let a mortal stand out, but Ling Jiuyao continued:

"But it's just me, a mortal, who beat up that elder's eldest disciple of yours so badly."

Xu Wen was startled.

Ling Jiuyao frowned, still smiling: "Did he call Chen An, he can't get out of bed yet."

"It's a pity, you were beaten up like that by a countryman like me, you Wenxin faction are really powerful."

Xu Wenxin's eyes fixed on Ling Jiuyao, like a poisoned blade.

"You hurt Ann'er?"

He took a step forward, but was stopped by Feng Zhiyun.

Xu Wenxin looked at Feng Zhiyun: "Elder Feng, your disciple is too bad, I will discipline you properly."

Hearing this, Qi Yu looked at Xu Wenxin calmly, as if looking at an inanimate object.

Feng Zhiyun looked at each other coldly: "Discipline him? You don't have the qualifications yet!"

"What do you mean?" Xu Wenxin raised her voice.

Feng Zhiyun pointed at Ling Jiuyao: "He is the new elder of my Qingxiao Sword Sect, and he is not a junior who lets you show off!"

"That, Elder Feng..." Ling Jiuyao spoke weakly.

"Speak." Feng Zhiyun still looked at Xu Wenxin coldly.

"What kind of new elders are you, are you paid?"

"..."

Qi Yu on the side laughed out loud.

"Shut up," Feng Zhiyun glared at him resentfully, "I'll help you get ahead, what wages are you raising at this time?"

"Oh." Ling Jiuyao retreated silently.

Then he stepped forward and patted Feng Zhiyun's shoulder: "Okay, I'm here to help you find a place today. You've been bullied like this, so why should you be polite?"

After Ling Jiuyao finished speaking, he looked up at Xu Wenxin.There was still a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Master Xu, I just heard you say I was rude?"

Xu Wenxin didn't know what he was going to do, and looked at him with some vigilance: "What do you want to do?"

"Relax and relax, I'm not some man-eating monster." Ling Jiuyao smiled.

He approached Xu Wenxin abruptly.

"I just don't know who is more rude compared to Master Xu?"

"My Qingxiao Sword Sect has just been in this catastrophe, and you rushed to the door to rob it, without paying attention to benevolence, righteousness and morality. I think you, the Heart-inquiring Sect, really changed its name to the Guixin Sect."

Xu Wenxin argued: "Your Qingxiao Sword Sect is thinly populated now, and it's useless to keep those spiritual treasures. You might as well give them to my Wenxin Sect."

Ling Jiuyao sneered, and said in a cold voice: "The Qingxiao Sword Sect is not dead yet, and the Wenxin Sect wants to kill everyone. Seeing your aggressive appearance, do you still want to grab it?"

"Others Shangjing Xianmen and other cultivators came here to mourn the dead, but you Wenxin sect is special, I really don't know how you got mixed up among these sects, I feel ashamed for you .”

Xu Wenxin wanted to quibble, but was interrupted by Ling Jiuyao again.

"You said make the best use of everything? OK."

"In my opinion, the tombstone will be of no use to you after you return to the West. If you are so shameless, others will not care to remember your name. Why don't you let me take it down and throw it to my neighbor next door to build steps, and let others Stamping is also counted as things, exhaustion, its use.”

After Ling Jiuyao finished speaking the last four words one by one, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

"Do you think so, Master Xu?"

Xu Wen was anxious, stared at Ling Jiuyao and said a few "good" words again and again. He wanted to take action to teach this ignorant young man a lesson, but he stopped suddenly when he saw Qi Yu beside him.

His intuition told him that he couldn't afford to mess with this person.

Xu Wenxin lowered her face and left with a flick of her sleeves.

Ling Jiuyao suddenly showed a nasty smile, and kicked Xu Wenxin on the back, directly kicking him across the long steps from the main hall to the ground, and fell into the mud like a dog.

Shangjing Xianmen and others who were coming here after offering sacrifices to the dead were stunned when they saw this.

The disciples of the Wenxin Sect hurriedly helped Xu Wenxin up, and left in embarrassment.

"Listen to me," Ling Jiuyao walked out of the palace gate, looked at Xu Wenxin's back and said coldly, "As long as I'm here for a day, you don't want to fight the idea of ​​Qingxiao Sword Sect's many magic weapons and cheats."

"If you don't believe me, you can come and try it."

Ling Jiuyao glanced at the bottom with a smile. He didn't know if he was looking at Xu Wenxin or everyone.