Just as he was about to turn around, his vision suddenly blurred, and a slender figure appeared in front of him in an instant.

Qingyun didn't think much about it. Many male and female monks came early in the morning. These monks were all very skilled. He subconsciously took out a pen and paper and said without raising his head:

"Senior, please leave your name and the amount of debt owed."

At this time, I heard a cold voice slowly speak:

"I would like to ask my little fellow Taoist, is Master Wan of your sect in the mansion?"

Qingyun was stunned. He had just noticed from the corner of his eye that the person coming was a woman. Although the woman's voice was cold, he could still hear the politeness in her tone.

Unlike those big men who are asking for debts, who act condescendingly, and even call themselves little Taoist friends. This is considered to be a compliment to him. He is obviously just a mortal.

Qingyun is the kind of person who respects others with a foot of respect and respects others with a foot of respect. If the other party is polite, he must not lose his etiquette, so he immediately raised his head, cupped his fists and bowed:

"Back to senior, the leader went out to collect herbs early in the morning. He hasn't returned yet. If senior has anything important to do, you can leave it to the junior to tell you."

Then Qingyun stood up and saw a woman dressed in black. She had a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure. She looked about twenty years old. Her face was as delicate as an ice sculpture, giving people a sense of purity and purity.

The woman was dressed in black gauze, with a diamond-shaped jade piece or gemstone on her forehead. Qingyun didn't know the material.

Perhaps because this woman has weathered many storms in this vast world of cultivation, there is actually a shallow scar under her right eye. Coupled with the thin willow eyebrows and thin red lips, it adds to her aloof temperament.

The feeling of coquettishness is very alluring, but it also seems to have an air of unfeeling.

If Yao Mengxun's beauty is the elegance of her appearance without any makeup, then the beauty of this woman is her eyebrows as green as hibiscus in the distant mountains. In terms of appearance alone, the beauty of the woman in black is actually as beautiful as Yao Mengxun's.

Meng Xun is indistinguishable!

However, Qingyun's eyes did not dare to stay on her body for too long. Firstly, it was because he did not have any evil thoughts, and secondly, he did not want to bring any bad impression to this senior. Being cautious is not a bad thing. Who knows?

Will the other party care?

When the woman heard that Wanguliu was not at home, she immediately gave a soft murmur, as if she was agreeing, but also seemed to be questioning, and then she stopped talking. Seeing this, Qingyun could only nod with a smile, and then tried to ask:

"Senior, are you here to collect the debt?"

The woman's eyes showed a thoughtful look and she did not answer his question. Qingyun was inconvenient to ask more questions, but he could not invite strangers into the house at will, so he had to try again:

"Senior, you might as well come over later. I guess the leader will be back in the evening."

When the woman in black heard this, she finally set her sights on Qingyun. She seemed to have remembered something, and then she asked:

"My little fellow Taoist is a disciple of Master Wan?"

As soon as these words came out, Qingyun was immediately happy and thought to himself, Auntie, you are finally willing to speak. After explaining, you should leave as soon as possible! It seemed that you wanted to convey the message yourself, so he hurriedly replied:

"Back to senior, this junior is not the disciple of Master Wan, but his medicine boy."

"Medicine boy?"

"Yes, Master Wan is a life-saving benefactor to this junior, but he suffers from the fact that he has no wealth and cannot repay his benefactor with money. Fortunately, this junior is proficient in the art of grass and trees, and Master Wan happens to be a doctor, so he stayed and gave me money.

If the boss becomes a medicine boy, he will be rewarded with one or two benefits."

Qingyun wanted to say that he was his disciple so that he could send the woman in black away quickly, because he felt the temperature drop a bit even when he was standing in front of the woman.

Although this woman's voluptuous appearance does not seem to match her cold temperament, the monk cannot judge the age just by looking at her appearance. Maybe she can really be his aunt!

So he thought for a moment and gave up the idea of ​​pretending to be a disciple of the Eternal Life. Who knows if the monk can tell whether he is lying. If he is found out, he may bring unnecessary trouble to his benefactor and his daughter.

The woman in black nodded slightly when she heard this, and then asked:

"Where does that little fellow Taoist master come from?"

As soon as these words came out, it was Qingyun's turn to be puzzled. He thought to himself that he was obviously just a mortal, where did he come from as a master? He immediately said:

"Senior, please don't praise the junior. The junior has no family or sect. He is just a mortal."

When Qingyun said this, he didn't realize that when he heard that he had no family, the woman in black's eyes suddenly flashed with light, and then she unexpectedly raised her delicate hand and slapped Qingyun hard with her palm.

Although this palm was not as powerful as the one taken by Chen Ping before, the aura it exuded also made Qingyun feel boundless fear from his soul to his body. The cold breath from the palm wind also made Qingyun's heart

be terrified.

But having been killed once, when faced with such a life-and-death crisis again, Qingyun was obviously much calmer than the last time.

Although he knew that he would probably suffer a lot after receiving this slap, he still wanted to give it a try. If he didn't even have the courage to resist, how could he avenge his father?

The critical moment of life and death actually gave birth to the courage and belief in Qingyun's heart!

You can still move! If you can move, you have to fight! If you don’t fight, there will be no life!

At that moment, Qingyun suddenly picked up the account book in his hand, held it with both hands, and placed it in front of the woman's palm. From such a close distance, he could almost see the frost brought by the wind in the woman's palm.

He was ready to break his hands. Although he had no cultivation, according to his feeling, Chen Ping's palm fractured his ribs, pierced his lungs, and finally shattered his heart.

But this time, the jade palm of the woman in black seems to be much weaker than Chen Ping's in terms of momentum, and through the thick account books, if her own hands may be scrapped as a price, there may be a possibility of escape.

Hope to save a little life.

Having such an idea does not mean that Qingyun is stupid. On the contrary, his ability to make such a trade-off between lightning and flint is already a sign of quick response and decisiveness.

It's just that Qingyun is not a monk, so there are many things that he doesn't understand thoroughly enough.

Last time, because we were in the city, there were many people and it was easy to attract the attention of others if we used too much cultivation, so Chen Ping's palm only used the power of his physical body.

It's just that the physical strength of the monks in the Concentration Realm is higher than that of ordinary warriors, but it is higher than countless mountains. In Chen Ping's heart, if a mortal takes his palm, he will definitely die.

But the palm of the woman in black is different. She has not yet entered the category of high-level monks, so her physical strength is not as good as Chen Ping's. Therefore, in Qingyun's keen perception, her momentum seems to be somewhat inferior.

But in this palm, the woman obviously used her own cultivation, so in terms of power, it is much stronger than Chen Ping's flesh palm. After all, most monks nowadays focus on magic and less on physical fitness.

In addition, this is just one of the thousands of small towns around Yaoguang City, and there is no scruple in killing people, not to mention that in the eyes of this woman in black, Qingyun is still a monk.

Before the delicate hand arrives, the wind from the palm sweeps away first.

Qingyun felt that his whole body was cold, and his arms had quickly lost consciousness under the force of the extreme cold, which also made his heart sink as if he had eaten a weight.

"It's broken, magic!"

At this critical moment, a sudden burst of light appeared in front of Qingyun, and a soft light curtain instantly spread from his chest to his entire body.

The arc-shaped light curtain blocked the thunderous palm of the woman in black in just one stroke, causing her to step back several steps. Her face flushed for a moment, as if blood was rising, and then gradually

Retreat.

This shocking scene left Qingyun dumbfounded. The thing that helped him block the palm of the woman in black was none other than the square scarf with the word "Yao" on it that was presented to him by Yao Mengxun!

Immediately afterwards, the square scarf that was still emitting soft light flew out from Qingyun's chest on its own initiative, and floated quietly in front of him, as if separated by time and space, it was facing someone unknown in the distance.

Yao Mengxun looked at each other the same way.

But Qingyun is not the one who is most surprised, because he knows that Yao Mengxun is a monk, so it is not unusual to give him a treasure, but the one who is most surprised is the woman in black!

The ice sculpture-like face of the woman in black showed an expression that was even more shocking than Qingyun. Her eyes widened and she murmured:

"Is this, this, really Hun Yuling? This is impossible!"

Then, the woman in black suddenly raised her slender hand and held it in the air. The square scarf that gradually dropped after protecting Qingyun immediately flew into the hand of the woman in black. When she saw that one corner of the square scarf was clearly embroidered with an exquisite

When the character Yao was pronounced, the woman in black was shocked again.

Finally, the woman in black took the mixed jade silk and gently sniffed it in front of her nose. The look of shock on her face became more intense, and she exclaimed:

"That's right, it's really her Hun Yuling!"

Although the light curtain emitted by Hunyu Ling blocked the palm of the woman in black, Qingyun still felt a huge palpitation in his heart. Coupled with the bone-deep cold in his arms, he instantly felt evil.

anger.

So what about immortals? Immortals can kill people at will? He thought to himself:

"Since I came down from the mountain, except for the days when I lived with Sister Meng, I have been bullied and persecuted by others! Chen Quan'er is like this, and so is the man named Zhuo. Is this world really full of evil people as my father said? Why is it always so?

Are you a man who is a swordsman and I am a fish? I am weak, or am I too weak! Why am I so weak!!! I want to become strong, I want to become strong!!!"

For some reason, this was a violent emotion that Qingyun had never felt before. He could not control the burst of anger in his heart, let alone his desire for power.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and the more aggrieved he became, the brighter the fire of anger in his heart burned, like a spark starting a prairie fire, it slowly burned in his heart and finally burst out.

He was not afraid that the anger would consume him, and he was not afraid that the woman in black across from him was a high-ranking monk. No matter why she suddenly attacked him, he just unconsciously clenched the account book in his hand, and then attacked her fiercely.

Pounced over.

The young Qingyun didn't know that the extremely bad feeling that was pouring out of his heart now was called:
Chapter completed!