I have been assisting these years

Feng Changyu didn't know how to react for a moment, but when he regained his senses, the man had disappeared.

There were still people walking around with lamps in the deep alley, but the corner was already dark and deserted.

She suddenly remembered that question from Qi Jin back then——

"Sister, do you have any sisters?"

Can Qi Jin really see the past, or the future?

But it was inevitable, or there was no doubt at all, that the person she saw must have something to do with her.

……

Feng Changyu didn't sleep all night, and she even planned to ask the people who were related to Danniang back then when she went back.

Qi Jin didn't know about it, she went to Zhengsu with Ji Wanfeng and the others the next day to compete with disciples of the same generation in Zhengsu.

This kind of sparring doesn't have to be a winner or loser, so let's stop.

She didn't even think about it at first, so she just wanted to pass the time and look at it casually.

Who would have thought that her master's name resounded across all sects, and the disciple of Qiu Xiangengsha naturally attracted much attention.

It is said that Feng Changyu participated in an exchange meeting of the Daoist League. She was really young and consistent in appearance, and she did not hold back. She and Su Mingzhen overwhelmed the disciples of other Taoist sects at the exchange meeting. Come.

Despite the mudslide-like release of water in the next few days, the reputation spread.

Qi Jin sat under the stage eating snacks, thinking about moving his mouth to watch the excitement, who knows who reported himself as a family, and was identified countless times without wearing Yuqingque's repair robe, which made her kill something People are average.

Lu Yuanxing was dragged away by Zhengsu's medical disciples to see some natural treasures, Ji Wanfeng was still studying the formation, and the rest...

Qi Jin felt like he couldn't get on the stage like himself, and it would be good to eat and drink well to get through the day.

But in the end, the first disciple of the main place got a small report from someone, and learned that Qi Jin was Feng Changyu's junior sister.

Standing on the stage and pointing with a long sword, he said that he wanted to compete with her.

Qi Jin, who was pointed at, was eating fried chestnuts with sugar, and almost choked himself to death.

Fortunately, Zheng Qianling handed her a water bag.

Who knew it was wine, and it was a bit spicy, so it was too hot.

It was another earth-shattering cough, and Zheng Qianling realized that this was the wine bag of her junior brother Ji Wanfeng. In the past, Ji Wanfeng would drink a few sips before Chenmen Jibi's written test.

It is said to have anti-baldness function.

The disciples of the Chenmen lost their hair all year round in order to break the formation, and formed an alliance with the disciples of the Starmen to care for the green silk. You provide the materials, and I make alchemy.

The event was unprecedented.

Qi Jin didn't expect that the Xingchen anti-baldness water in the rumors could be compared to sending spring breeze, and he was speechless for a while.

The people on the stage were a little impatient, "Disciple Yuqingque is so timid?"

The most annoying nagging.

Urge.

Qi Jin squinted his eyes, burped indecently, and staggered a little when he stood up.

Zheng Qianling gave her a hand, glanced at the hostile disciple who had come, and said, "This person is clearly targeting you."

Not only Yuqingque, but also disciples from all sects of the Dao League participate in the tour every year.

It is normal for the younger generation to go down the mountain mightily, to wander around towns in various robes, to make friends, to exchange ideas, to slay demons and ghosts.

Occasionally passing by a faction of the Taoist League to communicate and communicate is also harmless.

But it also depends on whether it is voluntary or not.

Qi Jin also understands.

After all, this fierce-looking senior almost wrote that she had a grudge against Feng Changyu.

Qi Jin touched the tears from the corners of his eyes from choking on alcohol.

He whispered, "I can't beat her."

Zheng Qianling: Why are you keeping your voice low?

Those around who heard Qi Jin's words were a little contemptuous.

"Fleeing without fighting is nothing more than a disciple of Yuqingque."

Qi Jin stood up, and she stuffed Zheng Qianling with the still hot fried chestnuts in sugar, and touched the chestnut crumbs at the corner of her mouth, "Do you know me? Didn't my junior brother lose to you in the Dao League exchange meeting last time?" ?”

"Why are you so narrow-minded?"

Qi Jin was talking about the fact that she left angrily at the last exchange meeting because her butt was touched, and Wen Xuanqing replaced him.

It is said that Wen Yise, the head apprentice of Zhengsu, lost.

Wen Xuanqing was quite depressed when he said it. At that time, when Qi Jin woke up from his soul, he was still a little unhappy.

"It's fine if I'm not a half-demon, otherwise I won't lose."

Qi Jin patted Junior Brother Rabbit's head.

I don't think it's good to be a male lead.

The male protagonists of the family are all special skills and physiques, and their cultivation bases have risen up, but Wen Xuanqing was restrained because of their physique.

"What's the matter, maybe one day you practice the monster clan's skills to a certain extent, are you still afraid of her?"

Qi Jin's comforting words are very pleasant to listen to, and have the characteristics of "I was enlightened when I heard them at the time, but I think about them afterwards and they are full of loopholes".

At this time, she thought of this incident, and felt that she was a little crowed, but she didn't expect that Wen Xuanqing would really return to the Yaoji.

Wen Yishen, who was scolded by her for being narrow-minded, turned dark.

She was not the type to get along with, her chin was raised when she was speaking, and she had a contemptuous look on her face.

In addition, the eyes are big and the end of the eye is raised, it is easy to make people think that she is rolling her eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, fight or not."

There was no way for Qi Jin to avoid it, he never thought that he would have a day to fight for the face of his master, and he regretted that he didn't call Feng Changyu when he went out today.

But when I think of her recent image of being extremely weak, I think it's better to forget it.

It would be even more embarrassing to faint in public, but at least she had won back then.

"Zhan Zhan Zhan, give me a hand."

Qi Jin rubbed his nose, then brazenly reached out to Wen Yise, motioning for her to pull him onto the stage.

Watch the excitement below: "..."

Zheng Qianling covered her face, thinking that she might as well go for a walk outside the city to see if there were any lonely ghosts who could practice their skills.

Wen Yise looked at the hands in front of his eyes. The owner of the hands had a joking expression on his face, showing no shame at all. He was very different from Feng Changyu who defeated her in one move back then.

This guy came through the back door.

"Yes."

Qi Jin knew what the other party was thinking just by looking at her face, and she was pulled onto the stage by the disheveled Wen Yisai, "Just click it, don't do anything about revenge because of what my elder sister did, you can't ruin my appearance or something , I don’t know her very well.”

If it wasn't for forgetting how to draw the recording notes, Zheng Qianling would really like to record Qi Jin's words.

As expected of Qi Wujin with a dead skin and shameless face.

Wen Yise: "So much nonsense."

Her long sword was on her back, and Zhengsu disciples seemed to be like this, as if they could exchange ideas in friendship anytime, anywhere.

With a sweep of sword energy, Qi Jin raised his hand, held the epee, and blocked the move.

"I'm not as good as my senior sister, so don't try so hard."

Qi Jin has always talked a lot, and the group is used to her poor mouth, but when she doesn't speak and is alone, she still has the character of a well-known and decent person.

As long as she doesn't talk.

Now that the sword energy is sweeping across, Qi Jin's performance is not the slightest in the crisp collision of the sword's edge that she was unable to support the wall in Yuqingque before.

Although there was still a smile on her face, there was no smile in her eyes. The epee, which didn't fit her figure, was like a feather in her hand. The moves were fast, as if she was burning her ass and wanted to get off the stage and pack up and run away.

A pure swordsmanship contest, the left and right are not for killing people, and Qi Jin's figure in the sword light is mostly retreating.

Wen Yise seemed aggressive.

Many other disciples who looked down on Qi Jin just now because of her sloppy appearance also looked this way involuntarily.

Although Wen Yise is not of the same generation as Qi Jin, he is also a relatively famous person in Zhengsu's younger generation.

Feng Changyu was obsessed with swordsmanship after losing to Feng Changyu in the Dao League exchange meeting back then, but Feng Changyu never attended the Dao League exchange since then.

The last time I went to Yuqing Que, the other party didn't even show his face.

This is a matter of face.

Besides, Feng Changyu wore a veil all the year round, and it was rumored among the female monks that she was either extremely ugly or as beautiful as a fairy.

There is always a bit of envy and jealousy mixed in.

She worked fiercely, and her sword intent was not kind, and she didn't think that Qi Jin would be so difficult to deal with.

Qi Jin hadn't exercised for a long time. When she first entered Yuqing Que, she was still a good student who was reserved and self-defeating, although she was not a local with a bit of slack and self-deception.

But there is nothing to do all day long, and there is nothing worthy of her distraction.

The accumulated cultivation has been fed to the ghost seal, and now she spit it out, and she was not used to it at first, but after a long time, she also figured out the trick, and even used the power of the ghost seal to kill ghosts.

It's just that this kind of occasion is fine, as someone with a higher cultivation base than her can still detect the ghostly aura that seems to exist in her body.

This person is annoying.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark and Wen Yise was still entangled, Qi Jin slashed at her opponent with a sword across the air. Her epee carried the cold air of the deep sea, and it made people feel as if they were sinking into the bottom of the sea before they got close.

However, she retreated in time, and instead took a step back in a pretentious gesture, oops.

The cloth covering the arm was picked up and scratched. She cupped her hands towards Wen Yise and said, "Thank you for your mercy."

She was in a hurry to leave. After all, she had an appointment to go to Jinchi with Feng Changyu to watch a show in Tianhe. When she stepped off the stage, she didn't feel the muddy feeling of being on stage at all. She flew all over her body and fell to the ground.

"I lost, I lost, Qianling, I'll go first, and I'll give you all the candied chestnuts."

The sun had already set in the west, and a group of wild geese flew over the cobalt blue sky. Wen Yise clenched his fists and looked at Qi Jin.

Qi Jin finished in a hurry, and even glanced at the southwest direction before making the last move.

Blinked over there.

Now that she has walked over there, there is a person standing in front of the octagonal pavilion, wearing a dark blue gauze skirt, looking like an ordinary rich lady.

But it didn't prevent Wen Yishi from recognizing Feng Changyu at all.

After fighting, the breath is always unforgettable.

Qi Jin walked up to that person, Feng Changyu stood too far away without a veil, Wen Yise couldn't see clearly, but he could feel Feng Changyu's softness.

It was the complete opposite of the coldness and sternness in the first sparring.

That annoying and mean-mouthed second disciple of Yuemen didn't know what he said, Feng Changyu shook his head helplessly.

Zhengsu's disciple called Wen Yise, Senior Sister.

I don't understand why the senior sister looks so ugly after winning.

Wen Yise forced a smile.

There are only a handful of outstanding figures in the new generation of Daomeng, but Yuqingque has always accounted for the majority.

Each has its own strengths, and there is no one way to be the first.

She is about the same age as Feng Changyu, and Qi Jin is like the age when she and Feng Changyu competed.

Very energetic.

She didn't understand why Qi Jin had to stop, since she was about to win the last half-stroke.

It's really frustrating.

Yu Qingque's disciples are exactly the same.

Qi Jin doesn't care what that Wen Yise thinks of her at all.

She didn't expect Feng Changyu to go out.

Before the last move, she sensed Feng Changyu's aura.

Maybe it's because of the ghost seal, she is more sensitive to Feng Changyu's aura, and she noticed it before he entered Zhengsu.

When he spotted it from the corner of his eye, the opponent had already stood under the octagonal pavilion, looking like he was watching the battle through a sea of ​​people.

Calmness is unpleasant.

"Why did you retreat?"

When Feng Changyu came, the sparring was almost over. Although she missed too much, it didn't prevent her from seeing Qi Jin's ability.

She also understood why Qi Jin was like that before.

Even if the ghost mark is sleeping, it still has the predatory nature of the ghost race.

including strength.

It is a miracle that Qi Jin can take it back.

The descendant of Jing Yu, the talent is not bad, and Qi Jin's brain is not bad.

"It feels like I win and she will cry."

Qi Jin scratched his head, "That elder sister is too obsessed with winning or losing, you must have cast a deep shadow on her back then."

Feng Changyu nodded, "I was indeed not humble enough to give her face back then."

Qi Jin: ...

You are not humble enough now.

It was dusk, but there were still many people on the street.

Looking at the people passing by, Qi Jin also noticed these gazes.

She pursed her lips, thinking it was okay.

……

The Nuo opera in Jinchi does not happen every day, but just around the time of the Luna Festival.

The people on the road are probably also watching the Nuo opera.

Qi Jin still couldn't hold back, and grabbed Feng Changyu, who was not affected at all——

"You'd better wear a veil, or it would be too cruel to me."