Ye Zhiqing seemed to feel that she had done something too much recently, and sat there with her hands rubbing her hands awkwardly, drinking tea to hide her embarrassment.

Ye Zhiqing said depressedly: "Why did Lin Da fool you and said the same thing as the Pavilion Master? Isn't it just to refine some pills? What are we cultivators who can refine pills? And since we can refine pills and improve our cultivation without eating pills, what are we doing for refining pills? Alas, I feel so depressed!"

After saying these fierce words, he felt as if nothing had happened, and his hands were stuck around his waist, saying, "It would be wasted. Anyway, his cultivation level has been raised to the fifth level of the Qiankun Realm. He caught up with Lin Da and was close to him. Satisfied, satisfied!"

Wang Qiufan's expression stiffly pulled Ye Zhiqing's neck of clothes and said, "Senior Sister Ye... Take a closer look at Brother Lin's cultivation..."

Ye Zhiqing glanced carefully in confusion.

As a result, Ye Zhiqing's eyes widened, pointed at Lin Fenghan, and shouted unwillingly: "Lin Dafu, you are despicable! Whoever asked you to improve your cultivation to the Xuantian realm without permission! No, I still have to go to the Danqi Hall. I will never give up until I catch up with Lin Dafu!"

After the fierce declaration, Ye Zhiqing turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey, hey, Senior Sister Ye, Senior Sister Ye!!"

Wang Qiufan called out in depression and quickly bowed to everyone, then went after Ye Zhiqing in shock.

The stunned Tang Po and his men were left with no idea what to say for a moment.

After a while, Lin Fenghan sipped tea lightly and said softly: "It seems that my words were in vain."

Twilight is coming.

A bright moon rises slowly, bringing the starry night sky.

The veil-like clouds float in the sky, like a floating fairyland hiding palaces. The distant sky is connected to the earth, forming a beautiful scene of the unity of heaven and earth.

Sometimes you can see some flying swords, and the swords float across the sky, giving people infinite worship and reverie against the backdrop of this scene.

Even at night, the treasure refining pavilion was still not replaced by dead silence.

For monks, as long as their cultivation reaches a certain level, they do not need to recover their physical strength through sleeping.

Meditation and meditation, promoting true energy, breathing in the power between heaven and earth, is of great help to the body's recovery.

So late at night, some monks who had practiced for a long time came out to breathe, and those who were resting were just those low-level disciples who had just begun to practice.

In the mountains and forests not far from Mingxian Pavilion, the waterfall is like a crystal bead curtain, and behind the curtain, a woman is wearing a dress and playing the piano.

The sound of the piano flows as the fingertips rise and fall, either empty or real, and changeable, like the clear and ethereal springs in the secluded stream, exquisite and transparent, with a leisurely overtone, like the waves splashing by fish jumping on the water surface.

Two men sat by the stone table.

Tang Po a goose yellow robe with gold edges is like a piece of flawless jade, with a beautiful appearance and unique charm, giving people a sense of domineeringness.

On the other side, the man, with long dark black hair hanging on his shoulders, shining with a faint light, and was tall and tall. He sat there with a cold face, distant and out of reach.

The cold man picked up the wine jar and drank a few sips, and wiped off the stains on the corner of his mouth. Although the wine was good, it did not have the feeling of being poured into his heart like Yan Yan wine.

With a throw-in, the empty wine jar turned into powder in the air.

"Bang"

Tang Po picked up the wine jar on the stone table and used the same method to fill the strong wine. After the mumble, the wine jar in his hand shook, and he sniffed a sip of wine and shouted: "It's great!"

Lin Fenghan listened to Yan Zhenyin's wonderful playing of the piano behind the waterfall, and unconsciously picked up a jar of wine, raised it and took a few sips.

At this time, Tang Po suddenly said gossip: "Brother Lin, you seem to have something to do, right?"

Lin Fenghan wanted to take the wine jar's hand and have a slight meal.

Tang Po patted Lin Fenghan's shoulder hard, with a smile that men knew, "You should leave. Miss Qiyan has been away for a while. She didn't tell everyone what she was doing, nor did she tell everyone where she was going, but Zhenyin and I knew in our hearts that she was waiting for you."

Lin Fenghan shook his head lightly.

Tang Po simply stood up and waved his hand, signaling Lin Fenghan to leave quickly.

Otherwise, it would be too unsightly to let the beauty wait for a night.

Helplessly, Lin Fenghan could only stand up, paused slightly, and finally jumped towards the depths.

The sound of the piano stopped, Yan Zhenyin twisted her slender legs, held the guqin, and walked towards the stone platform with lotus steps.

She snatched the wine jar from Tang Po's hand, took a sip, pursed her red lips, "Junior Brother Lin, are you going?"

Don Po smiled and said, "Yes, I'm going."

Yan Zhenyin sat on the cold stone bench, with her eyes puzzled, "Qiyan is the daughter of the Master of Jiqiao Pavilion, and the proud daughter of a generation, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Why do you always feel that Junior Brother Lin seems to be resisting this?"

Tang Po was also surprised by this. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly said, "It's not that Brother Lin already has a sweetheart, right?"

Yan Zhenyin stopped talking. If this is the case, then as Meng Qiyan’s friend, she really feels sad for her.

Seeing Yan Zhenyin in a bad mood, Tang Po smiled and said, "I'm just guessing it, maybe not. But is Miss Qiyan really as beautiful as you say? Can you be as beautiful as you?"

Yan Zhenyin gave him a charming look, "It's much more beautiful than me..."

While the two were talking, Lin Fenghan approached the figure in the distance along the moonlight.

Faced with the love between men and women, Lin Fenghan really wanted to hide just like this, just like the dazzling figure of the phoenix that was hiding from the unyielding phoenix.

His lust had long since disappeared with the fairy's soul.

Meng Qiyan is a strange woman, gentle and considerate and charming, and he does not deny this.

When she was in the extremely yin land of Shuangzhou, Meng Qiyan even took out the life-saving pill of the Yiqian class. This kind of love and kindness led to Lin Fenghan's inability to treat her with heartless words.

Running to the moon cliff...

In the secular world, it was rumored that a pair of sad and beautiful lovers died here...

Men are cold-blooded demons that everyone fears and avoids in the world, and women are quack doctors who cheat in the world, but they save the man's life in a confused way.

Men become bloodthirsty, and everyone in the martial arts world can kill them, but they give all their tenderness to women.

One day, a decent martial arts man used women as bait to lead men to the bait. The man still jumped in even though he knew it was a trap. The seriously injured man took the woman to a cliff, and hundreds of bows and arrows were aimed at the woman. The man held the woman in his arms and used her body as a shield to block all the damage for the woman.

Heart-wrenching cry, running through the eardrums,

The woman inserted the arrow feather into her chest, and the charming red spread out, blending with the man's blood. The woman finally smiled desolately, "So what if he is so cruel and unforgivable? I can only see his tenderness and affection, no one can compare to it."

Leaving the last sentence, the woman hugged the man and jumped and fell into the abyss.

But today, there is a very beautiful back standing on the moon cliff...

The breeze blew gently, the branches trembled slightly, the fallen flowers were colorful, and the pink flowers were flying, and the falling woman was on the body, the moonlight, the cliff, and everything in the world seemed to exist to set off her at this moment.

A beautiful picture is presented in Lin Fenghan's eyes.

When he arrived beside the Moon Cliff, Lin Fenghan hesitated slightly and said, "Qiyan, I'm here."

"Um."

Meng Qiyan responded, as if her mood was a little too fluctuating, and she seemed to be looking forward to something.

Then.

She turned around gently, shook her soft and slender eyelashes, slowly raised her slender hands, and slowly uncovered the fairy veil on her pretty face...

Meng Qiyan, who has never been shown to others in her true face, finally revealed her extremely mysterious fairy veil.

In an instant, Lin Feng was stunned and stood there, as if his whole body was cast.

That face is so beautiful.

It's so beautiful that it's suffocating.

The eyebrows are lightly swept, the face is as delicate as warm as jade, and the cherry mouth is red without being touched, and it is as delicate as dripping.

Two strands of hair on the cheeks gently blow on the face with the wind, adding a bit of seductive charm.

The delicate and flawless face is just right every minute and inch, and no flaws are found.

Beauty that cannot be described as a beauty that can be seen in the country and the people...

Lin Fenghan has never seen such a beautiful woman in his past or present life. Even the fairy Lin Qingyue is inferior to that of...

Meng Qiyan saw Lin Fenghan staring at him with deep eyes.

As she looked around, her eyes were flowing, and she felt a sense of cunning and intelligence, showing a smile that the world was fascinated by.

"bring it on."

While shy and deeply expectant, Meng Qiyan gently stretched out her soft and slender hand towards Lin Fenghan.

With Meng Qiyan's casual hand stretching out, the world curled up a breeze to cooperate with her, blew her waist-threshing black hair, and the faint fragrance was swaying.

Lin Fenghan's heart was shocked and he finally closed his eyes. At this moment, he finally understood why Meng Qiyan had been wearing fairy yarn, and the ancient treasure-class fairy yarn that could not see through the fog in the Daoshi Realm.

She is too perfect.

It has been perfect, as if it should not exist in this world.

Even if she is in the position of the daughter of the Master of Jiqiao Pavilion, if she does not wear fairy veil, she will be a danger of a whirlpool bottomless pit.

No one can retain much reason when facing her true face.

Even Lin Fenghan, who was determined to take her into ban, had the urge to take her into a forbidden area, not to mention other people...

"call……"

Lin Fenghan took a deep breath, his mood gradually calmed down, and he opened his eyes again, and an unknown calmness permeated from his dark eyes.

With a faint smile, Lin Fenghan held Meng Qiyan's little hand in his hand and stood on this cliff with her. "Qiyan, your beauty is beyond my expectations. I think any man will definitely be deeply attracted by you when he sees you."

Meng Qiyan smiled slightly, as gentle as ever, but her heart was filled with sadness and loss that could not be described in words.

Although Lin Fenghan didn't say anything, and even held her hand with her by her side, Meng Qiyan knew that Lin Fenghan was rejecting her in a language that was neither embarrassed nor embarrassed.

"Um."

Meng Qiyan nodded, but said softly: "Qiyan is not as excellent and perfect as Feng Han said."

Lin Fenghan looked at the delicate face, and his dark blue eyes were filled with a hint of sadness, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Chapter completed!