The cold figure and the cool wind at night blew away most of Lin Qingjue's joy, and he returned to the ordinary room and returned to the Piguiyuan.

There was a light lit in the cabin across the bridge. With a deliberate breath, Jiang Jing, who was in the yard, never noticed Lin Qingjue coming back.

When he returned to his house alone, Lin Qingjue saw that the house was spotless and the tea on the bed was still warm, and he was a little surprised. Then he opened the teacup and poured a cup of tea for himself.

When the cup falls, the window opens and the night wind enters the room.

Ordinary people say that cultivators are ruthless, so they need to cut off the world and worldly relationships after entering the Tao. When they mention it, they are respectful and fear more. However, how can they know that cultivators cut off the worldly relationships. It is not caused by emotions, but desires. They are afraid that the black and white relationships will gradually become distant.

Seeing the lights at the foot of the mountain fading out and the hair floated, I recalled the more than ten years of cultivation and my heart was at peace.

This peak bamboo forest is her peace of mind.

The mountain peaks that are covered with ridges are behind the lights of hundreds of cities, the high city defense, and the lying dragon lurking in the dark night.

After that, it was her heart's return.

"Uncle Lin!"

In the morning, Jiang Jing came back from outside the house and saw Lin Qingjue sitting by the pool. She couldn't hide her surprise in her tone and hurried to Lin Qingjue.

"Go back late last night." When Qianqian answered, Lin Qingjue was also looking at Jiang Jing.

In the past two years, the petite little boy has gradually grown up. His big eyes reveal all his emotions. Looking at his spiritual power fluctuations, he has made great progress. Now he is at the eleventh level of Qi training. Her qualifications for the three spiritual roots have made such progress.

"I never knew that my uncle had returned and I had never prepared food." Jiang Jing unconsciously grabbed the hem of her clothes when she spoke, and her head was full of self-blame.

"Not hindrance." Just food is nothing big. Then Lin Qingjue looked at Jiang Jing who had just reached his chest and opened his mouth to give a few words: "I will go out of the sect in a few days. Just practice well, and whether or not you do any other chores."

When Jiang Jing heard this, he pursed his lips and nodded. Although he could not hide his loss, he still responded obediently: "Disciple, remember."

During the time he returned to the courtyard, Jiang Jing had only the first year to see Lin Qingjue. After finishing the chores, he could meet several uncles in the open space behind the courtyard to compete and compete. However, later Lin Qingjue entered the Hall of Punishment, and there was only Jiang Jing in the courtyard.

Although he was extremely disappointed and depressed, Jiang Jing still endured the boredom and pains, practiced magic diligently, and wanted to try hard to catch up with their backs.

"You go and do it."

Lin Qingjue heard Jiang Jing's answer as usual, but could not see the loss under his drooping head. After arranging this, Lin Qingjue walked towards the arch bridge.

"Since you have already entered the golden elixir, then go down the mountain tomorrow." Zhang Wenming's hand painted the painting, and never looked up at Lin Qingjue in the yard.

"Then the disciple will take his leave." Lin Qingjue was already used to the coldness of his master and turned around to return to the punishment hall to receive the order.

"Don't stain innocent blood on your hands. After traveling, you will return to the clan to return." When Lin Qingjue was about to turn around, Zhang Wenming suddenly spoke.

"Yes." But Lin Qingjue felt warm in his heart and replied with a smile.

The Sword Sect is located in Dongzhou. Because its land surface is vast and its mountains are extremely lush, Dongzhou is also called "Donglu". Because the Sword Sect is stationed here, most of the cultivators in Dongzhou are mainly sword cultivation.

Slowly walking in Xiayu City a hundred miles away from the sect, there are crowds of people here, and it is a big city with endless cultivators and mortals, and restaurants and tea shops.

The green clothes are undulating, the rings are crisp, the body is slender, and the cold is out of the dust.

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